Exo’s reaction to you finding you studying till 4am

could you do exo’s reaction to finding you studying till 4am for exams?

Sehun: girl, if you don’t sleep then I’m not going to be able to either so you either leave or stop studying and come to bed 

Kai: *kisses you and then just leaves it to you*

Tao: *walks in on you* why are you still up?…

Kyungsoo: *starts shouting so that you can’t work anymore*

Chanyeol: *wakes up to find you still working* huh? this exams really that important?

Chen: girl, just because you want a good grade doesn’t mean you should do it like this

Baekhyun: *starts pestering you to stop studying*




Luhan: You’re still awake!?

Xiumin: girl no! stop

Little Things-Chen

A/N Quite possibly my longest scenario ever. Contains some “mature” scenes. 

I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

“Jongdae, I don’t really like this dress,” you called. This was your third dress, but whatever you tried on it didn’t look perfect.

Jongdae entered the bedroom, his black suit hugging his frame; it made him look more attractive if that was even possible. He saw and it looked like his breath had been stolen, he had always loved you in red. You had selected a tight red dress that cut just after your knees, the dress brought out your curves, and maybe it was too much.

He walked up to you slowly, stopping just in front of you. His brown eyes examined you, looking at each stroke of your body; he looked at you like you were art, art that was magically crafted. His hands explored your arm, sending tingles to your spine; he then wrapped you around the waist until you were so close that you could hear his heart drumming in his chest. You could even see the faint ink hue on his cheeks.

“I love the dress. It makes you look sexy,” he murmured biting your ear.

“It makes me look big,” you whispered.

“You’re so beautiful even in your hello kitty pyjamas. Trust me ___ you look stunning,” you looked into his eyes and they held so much conviction that you believed him. “Do we have to go my family gathering I would rather stay at home,” he smirked playfully. You hit his harm, but that didn’t stop the flushing of your cheeks. “OW! YOU ARE A VIOLENT WOMAN,” he shrieked.  

“Now let me do my hair,” you nudged him out of the room.

Half an hour later you and Jongdae had made it to the beautiful ‘Mansari’ hotel on the other end of town. It was a party for Jongdae’s Grandma who had recently turned 90. This was your first time meeting his extended family and you were so nervous.

You huddled closer to him, as you entered the main room, you could already hear the hustle and bustle.

“Don’t be nervous they will love you,” he reassured holding your hand tighter like he was afraid that you would fall.

“I love you,” you smiled.

“And I love you,” he replied his lips curled and you wanted to kiss him, but you were never one for public displays of affection.

Jongdae guided you to his mum, as soon as she saw you two she smiled. She ran towards you and wrapped you in a tight hug. Her hugs were like Jongdae’s warm and comforting, it’s the kind of hugs that hold you together when you are falling apart.

“I see now that you have a daughter you’ve forgotten about your dear son,” Jongdae sighed dramatically.

“Well she does give me less trouble,” she smirked. She was exactly like Jongdae with her brown hair, her eyes and her short frame. She was so beautiful inside and on the outside.

“Mum!” Jongdae whined stamping his feet. You giggled.

“I love you too,” Jongdae’s mum smiled and wrapped him in a tight hug. “My little baby,” she cooed kissing his cheeks. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Mum, stop embarrassing me,” he whispered.

“It’s like I can never please you Jongdae,” she sighed.

“___ and I are going to walk around see you later,” he said entwining his fingers with yours.

You waved to Jongdae’s mum as you let Jongdae guide through the crowd.

I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you’re perfect to me

It was 20 minutes later, when you were conveniently filling up your plate that you heard them. Jongdae was with his band mates, but you wished he was here with you so that he could catch the pieces of you that were shattering, with every word they said.

“Have you seen Jongdae’s new girlfriend,” one whispered from the table nearest to he buffet table,they weren’t whispering though they were talking loud enough so that you could hear. “I don’t know what he sees, I mean one she is from another race, and she’s not like the other girl she’s bigger. Her skin is darker. I am sure she’s just a phase.”

I am a phase. I am just a phase.

“And that dress, why can’t she wear something that hides her curves,” one continued. You couldn’t take it anymore, the plate slipped from your hands and it seemed like everyone was watching you, you hid your face in embarrassment and ran out of the room, tears spilling down your cheeks.

You opened the door to your apartment, and ran to your room. You threw the necklace off, the shoes everything.

I am not beautiful. I am just a phase.

You crept into bed, hoping that it would muffle your cries. You heard the apartment door turn and you knew it was Jongdae. You stood up quickly, wiping your eyes, but they were still red.

You looked at him, you saw a tornado, a disaster, his hair was ruffled and not in the cute way. His shirt was untucked and the buttons of his shirt undone. In two long strides he captured you, and you let yourself break in his arms.

“Oh God I am so sorry, oh God, baby I am so sorry,” he whispered. Your head rested on his chest but you couldn’t stop. He was hugging you so tightly; he thought that someone’s ignorance has cost him his life.

“I know I am just a phase Jongdae,” you murmured. Jongdae stopped breathing he let his hands drop, you looked up to him, even in the eerie darkness you could see his stormy eyes.

You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you
And you’ll never treat yourself right darlin’ but I want you to
If I let you know I’m here for you
Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you

“What?” he asked confused.

“I am a phase Jongdae. I am the girl you take home when you want to rebel. I am not like the other girls you’ve dated, I am not size 2, I have stretch marks. I don’t have a toned stomach, I have love handles. I have scars, I have a double chin. Oh god Jongdae I am not beautiful,” you cried and you slumped to the floor. It was then you realised that words have the power to destroy you. Jongdae sat next to you, you hated yourself for being like this, but you’ve always had confidence issues. He took your hand placing it in his palm drawing circles on your hands. It was a while before he spoke.  

“____ You’re not a phase,” he whispered. “You are the rest of my life, I want to have babies with you, I want to grow old with you. You’re not the girl I take home because I want to rebel damn it, you’re the girl who I take home to show her off. Sometimes I think my mum loves me more than you.” You laughed he was like this whenever you were breaking, he was there to pick up the pieces. “I don’t care if you’re size 20 or size 2 as long as you are healthy I am happy. Your stretch marks or your scars are beautiful too, they show you’ve lived. Your imperfections are the most beautiful. I am so hopelessly in love with you”

He leaned in closer to you.

“Let me show you,” He whispered.


“That you are beautiful,” With that he kissed you. It was soft and melodious at first but then he drew you in his hands caressing every inch of your body. You wrapped him closer, your fingers lacing through his hair he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He lowered you onto the bed and for a moment when you two broke away, you realised that he was the most precious thing. He kissed you again more hungrily, you bit his bottom lip which caused him to growl.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured. He kissed your collarbone, your forehead, and your cheeks. The dress was lost in the covers and he saw every stretch mark, every scar, but to him you were the most beautiful. He worshipped your body with every kiss; every touch making sure that every corner, every curve was loved.

“I love you Jongdae, so much more than you can ever imagine.”

He worshipped you all night long.



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Fate Or Destiny?

I’m back with Kim Jongin! I mean… I’m back with Jongin’s story ;D I havent written anything for a long time /sobs/.

Anyhow. enjoy~♥

/how IS HE SO GODDAMN CUTE *flips table/



“Jongin, it’s okay. I get it. You’re busy and-”

“No!” his raised voice echoed through the receiver and you froze in your seat. Your palms started to sweat and you could hear his heavy breathing on the other line. His job was tough on him with the constant practice, endless live performances and interviews. His schedule gave him no mercy and it didn’t help that Jongin always pushed himself to brink of exhaustion and frustration. He had just about enough problems riding up his back and you didn’t want him to feel pressured by the fact that the date he’s planned for the two of you had to be cancelled.

A shaky sigh from him didn’t go unheard and you felt a deep pain in your chest. “I don’t want my job to be the reason for us to drift apart. I promised you a date and that’s what you’re going to get”.

“Jongin, it’s okay,”

“No, it’s not. You’re my girlfriend and I’m going to bring you out for our date,”

“So, you’re just going to ditch dance practice and risk your career for me? Jongin, don’t be silly,” you stated, rolling your eyes at his persistent self.

“Some person are worth risking my career for,” he said.

“You know I wouldn’t let you marry me if you get kicked out of SM?” you teased him and he mocked a dramatic gasp.

“No. Juliet will always and forever be with her Romeo,”

“Well, this Juliet is about to leave her Romeo and run to Prince Charming if Romeo don’t get his butt to practice,” you said, leaning further into the couch.

“Baby, you wounded my heart,“ he stated, mocking devastation.

You could hear the faint sound of Junmyeon calling the members back to practice and your ears didn’t miss the sound of Jongin’s heavy sigh.

“Run along now, Romeo. You wouldn’t want Prince Charming sweeping your Juliet off her feet, would you?” you teased him again. A chuckle escaped past your lips when Jongin whined out your name like a little kid at heart he always is.

“I love you, Jongin,”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” and just like that it got your heart racing like the first time he said that.


It was past midnight and you were finishing your assignments when the door to your bedroom was pushed opened, revealing a tired looking Jongin standing at your door.

He looked… well, he looked like he just woke up from the dead.

The redness that rimmed his eyes seemed like Hell cursed them for ages, the bags under his eyes were deep with fatigue and he looked thinner than the last time you saw him. When his eyes met yours, they widened in shock and in seconds his eyes were filled with warmth as he walked to you. The tiredness was still there but you could see his eyes light up.

“Why are you still up?” he crouched beside you as you turned in your chair to face him.

“I needed to finish a few assignments… and I was waiting for you,” you smiled down at him while you pushed away the bangs that covered his eyes. Jongin stood up and kissed your cheek, muttering a soft ‘I need to wash up’ before entering the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting on the bed with your back resting against the headboard. You looked up and see Jongin making his way to the bed with a huge grin on his face. He jumped on the bed and you let out a shriek at his actions.

“Kim Jongin!” you half screamed half chuckled before slapping the giant baby that sat in front of you.

“You’re violent,” he pouted, rubbing the spot on his arm that was attacked by his girlfriend.

“That’s what you get for trying to break my bed,”

“Hmph, you’re no fun,” he sulked but proceeded to envelope you in his arms. He cradled you like a baby and you couldn’t help but smile at his behaviour.

“Are you okay?” you asked, snuggling closer to his chest. He knew that you’re not asking about his usual tiring day; you were trying to figure out if he was still upset over the fact that he had to cancel the date.


“You wanna talk about it, dude?”

Jongin burst out in laughter and a small smile made its way to your lips. Oh, the effect Kim Jongin has on you is crazy!

“Did you just called me ‘dude’?” he asked, chuckling at you. You looked up at him and flashed him a teasing smile, “Well, you are one. Unless…”

“Hey, hey. I’m a pure guy so there’s no need to question my gender, okay,” he tapped your nose a few times and you scrunched up your face at his actions. “Aww, my baby is the cutest thing ever,” Jongin cooed, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You know…You remind me of someone I used to talk to,” he said. Your brows creased in confusion, “…okay?”

“I never knew her name even though I had a chat with her for more than three hours,” he said and you got off his lap, sitting beside him. ‘Bedtime story!’ your mind screamed. “And how did you have a conversation with this anonymous stranger?” you asked, amused. Heaving out a deep sigh, Jongin looked up at the ceiling with a small smile playing on his lips. “This happened five years ago…”

Jongin had came back from practice, sweaty and tired. Being a trainee was the hardest thing, but he was determined to become an idol just like his best friend, Lee Taemin. Throwing his duffel bag on his bed, he slumped down on his chair as he ran his fingers through his hair. He had just witnessed his own girlfriend making out with another trainee in front of him. Her harsh words when she dumped him, the satisfied smirk she had on her face when Jongin caught her will forever stay embedded in his mind. He was seething with anger when he flipped open his laptop and went on Omegle (a site to chat with random strangers).

'You’re chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!’

Instead of starting the conversation like a normal person, he typed out a cold statement; 'Girls are the same. They’re selfish!’. What the stranger replied had him reading the line once, then twice before typing his denial, 'Take that back. Not all guys are dumb. I’m no dummy!’

'You can say that I’m selfish but I can’t call you dumb? And, accusing every girl being selfish just because some chick did a cruel thing to you, is NOT dumb?!’

“What the-” he blinked at her reply. Her words had pulled him out of his wrath and he immediately typed an apology for his rude words.

‘Nah, it’s fine. So you wanna talk about it, dude?’

Pondering his reply, he bit his lips before typing; 'Yeah, but can I get your name first?’. She didn’t say her name, only introducing herself as 'your temporary angel’. Jongin cringed at her reply. Not wanting to push her into a state of discomfort by demanding for her name, he had told her everything that happened that day. He was glad that she didn’t judge him or make any unnecessary comments for all he wanted was someone to listen to him venting out his sadness and frustration. It didn’t take long from him to get comfortable with her and when they’re into the first hour of their conversation, they were already playing truth or dare.

“You liked her, don’t you?” your sudden question slash statement froze him in his place. “I..H-how…Why w-would you say that?” he let out a nervous laugh. You gave him a sly smirk, “Because the entire time you told me about your conversation with her, you couldn’t stop smiling”. When he looked away as he scratched his nape, you forced a hurt expression on your face and placed your hand on top of your chest, “Jongin, I can’t believe you liked the girl you’ve never met in real life. You sure you won’t leave me once you found her?”

Jongin whipped his head in your direction. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief as he hold onto your shoulders, “I would never leave you for anyone. Even if I was born as another person, I will still choose you.”

You giggled at his reaction, leaning closer to peck his lips. “I was just playing around. So, did you ever find out her name?”

He shook his head, “No. The last thing she said was-”

“Find yourself a permanent angel,”

Jongin stared at you with wide eyes, his lips opened but no words came out. It was as if you just mute him with your words.

“Don’t stoop yourself to her level. She may have hurt you, but let this be a lesson for you to never treat anyone so badly. I know you’re not as low as her…dude,” you said, leaning against the headboard as you watched his reaction. He choked on his own spit before blurting out his question, “You’re 'temporary angel’?!”

“Surprise!” you grinned. The shock was still evident of his face. “Y-you’re…” he blinked then gulped, “Seriously?”. You pushed yourself towards him, cupping his face in your hands, “You don’t know how loud my friends laughed when I sang 'Old McDonald Had a Farm’ while breaking an egg on my head every 10 seconds”.

He let out the breath he never knew he’s been holding as he chuckled and shook his head. You were gently pushed to lie on the bed with him hovering on top of you. As he stared into your eyes, you could feel all the love he tried to conveyed. Your heart did somersault, your mind was screaming 'Kim Jongin’ and heat rose to your cheeks. “You’re the person that saved me from wallowing in my own sadness five years ago,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I can’t believe I finally found you…my temporary angel,” he breathed out.

“It’s permanent angel now,” you whispered and a smile formed on his face before you pulled him to share a kiss that has the both of you breathless afterwards.

A/N: Feel free to drop some love or comments :)

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