smtm5 producers as parents part 2
  • gil: loud bear laugh, loud bear snoring, cuddly bear hugs. confused 24/7. doesnt know what a dab is. scared of teenagers. only knows how to make instant noodles. wont let u turn the a/c on
  • gray: enthusiastic dad. calls his kids cute names princess and sweetie. airplane rides. looks like he would be at everything but isnt. insists on fixing everything but just ends up making it worse. tried to put together a bed from ikea but broke it
  • zion t: always worrying. the parent who calls u every 30 minutes to check in. the eat your vegetables type of dad. signs his kid up for soccer, piano, singing, dance and basket-weaving. reliable af. says he'll be there in 5 minutes and actually shows up in 5 minutes. a soccer mom kind of parent
  • the quiett: likes silence and doesnt take back talk from his kids. always late. when he says 5 minutes he means 40 minutes. tired all the time. lets his kids sleep over uncle dokdok's house so he doesnt have to watch them. life motto: why cook when theres delivery?
Green Tea [The Quiett]

Artist: The Quiett | Word Count: 1.905 | Ice-Cream Series (6/?)

Ayee, my first Donggab scenario! One scoop of this cutie for you, anon:) Hope you like it<3


You live in apartment 24A, in between apartment number 23A and 25A. Over the two years you lived in it, you were close with the old lady living in apartment 23A, as you both would share cooking tips when you both met. But the guy that lives in 25A was… different. He never seemed to be home at any time. You go to work and come back home at a standard time, just like any other people that works in Seoul, yet you never see him once. It was like he was never home.

The rumors going around your floor says that he works overseas a lot, that’s why he was barely home. That was the most logical explanation you’ve heard, but you try to not believe it, since it’s only a rumor. You were sure none of the residents living in the floor have seen his face at all. But still, you can’t help the curiosity inside of you, since this guy seemed so enclosed about his life.

Tonight, you were invited to go to a party with your boss. The whole week had been pretty tense for all of you, since you there was a big project needed to be finished by Friday. And today, the project has been successfully finished this morning. The CEO had invited all of the workers to a party, exclaiming that they all should celebrate their success together.

You were ready to decline, since you weren’t good at holding your alcohol. But everyone seems to be going, and you changed your mind an hour before the party that you were going. So you slipped on your best dress and put some make up and took care of your hair in sixty minutes, and you managed to arrive on the bar on time.

And so, you started drinking after your colleagues told you to drink. They gave you a glass and poured vodka in it, and then you just lost count of how many shots you took. A friend of yours decided that you had enough, and gently took hold of your shoulders while guiding you to the exit.

“But I still wanted to drink, Seolhyun!” You wailed at her, but then you lost your footing because you were too tipsy, but Seolhyun had caught you right on time.

“No, you aren’t going to get any more drinks here.”


“You can drink more at home,” Seolhyun sighed, “But I’m sure you’ll be knocked out the moment you arrive there.” She called for a taxi and quickly pushed you inside before telling the taxi the address to your apartment.

“Seolhyun! Why are you leaving me-“

“Get home safely, (Name)!” The taxi had already moved the moment you wanted to protest, and Seolhyun’s figure turned smaller as the car drove away from her.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at your apartment, but the moment you arrived there, you had a hard time walking to the elevator. The taxi driver had offered his help to guide you to your apartment, but you were too intoxicated to hear him. You pressed your floor and the elevator quickly took you there. And you surprisingly took the right path as you turned left, headed to your apartment.

You were sure that you were standing right in front of your apartment’s door, so you pressed the password to the device attached next to the door. But it beeped, signaling that you put the wrong password. You groaned and tried the second time, and it failed. So is the third, fourth, and ended to ten, as you ran out of chance to insert your password again. But the device beeped loudly, and it rung so loudly that it drove your mind crazy.

Just then, the door to the apartment swung open, and the beeping had stopped. You wasted no time and crashed inside, before blacking out in an instant.

But the moment you woke up, you had a heart attack, since it quickly clicked in you that you weren’t in your bed. It was a whole different room, not your room. You panicked under the duvet that was laid under you, and you checked if you still had your clothes on. A sigh escaped your lips when you know that they’re all still intact. But then, as you tried sitting up, an icepack fell from your forehead, where the ice had melted into water again. You touched your forehead and noticed that the temperature was actually normal now. Did you have a fever last night? You didn’t even remember a single thing that had happened.

“Oh, you’re awake.” You screamed and pushed yourself to the other side of the bed when a guy popped out of nowhere beside the bed, his face looked exhausted.

“Who are you?!” Holding the duvet up, you covered your face and only your eyes were visible, as you scanned his every move while he stood up.

“I’m Shin Donggab, owner of apartment 23A,” He introduced himself while putting his glasses on, “You were drunk last night and you went to my apartment instead, and the device went off since you insert the wrong password ten times. And when I opened the door, you collapsed and blacked out. Oh, and you also had a fever.” Your mouth hung apart as you heard his explanation, and then your cheeks turned red as you flushed in embarrassment.

“I’ll get going then!” You hopped from his bed and bowed to him, “I’m so sorry for making a mess, and thank you for taking care of me.” Without waiting for his response, you darted out of his apartment and swung the door shut, and hid in your apartment a few seconds later.

Oh, boy you were embarrassed. This was why you rarely accepted invitations to a party, especially if it had alcohol in it. You were hiding under your blanket, trying to suppress the feeling of embarrassment in you, when the doorbell rung. You shot up in an instant and contemplated on whether you should open it or not. What if it was that guy from 23A again? You didn’t want to meet him again right now.

But by the second ring, you decided to just open the door anyway. If it was him, maybe he needed to tell you something important.

Turns out, it really was him. Donggab was standing in front of you holding your purse in his hand, and then shoving it to you before proceeding to go back to his room.

Whatever, this was going to be the last time you met him anyway. You were sure that Donggab guy wouldn’t be home tomorrow, and you will not meet him again anytime soon. He would probably be flying overseas again, or do whatever his work was that needed him out of his home all the time.

But you were wrong.

The second time you met him was the next day, as he was taking an evening jog and was on his way to the apartment complex, while you had finished grocery shopping and was heading back. You were ready to close the elevator door when a foot stepped in between, stopping the doors from sliding shut. And then, Donggab’s figure appeared in front of you, with sweat pouring down from his forehead. You quickly tensed and gave him a nod, while he does the same to you.

You both lived in the 25ft floor, which would take kind of long. So you initiated a conversation with him so the trip up won’t be so awkward. Just as you were about to say something, Donggab’s stomach growled, a clear signal that he was hungry. He sighed and covered his face, while you were trying to stifle your giggle.

“Do you want to have dinner together?” You offered him, and Donggab looked at you with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I’m going to cook kimchi tonight.”

“Can I?”

“Sure, as a way to thank you from last night’s… mess.”

“I’ll take a quick shower and help you on cooking.”

“No, it’s fine! I can-“

“It’s alright, I’ll help you out.” Your eyes were wide as you watched Donggab step out of the elevator and walk to his apartment first, completely shutting you down.

But he actually came a few minutes later, now he was dressed in fresh new clothes and he looked way more charming now. Donggab then went inside the kitchen and helped you on cutting the dishes, since you were scared he could burn your kitchen down.

Throughout the time he spent with you, Donggab was now starting to show his true emotions. The first time you met him, he was very emotionless, you noted. He barely smiled, and his eyes didn’t seem to flash any kind of emotions. But now, he was laughing without feeling forced, and his eyes actually looked like he enjoyed helping you cook. And he was a really polite guy, as you both shared simple bits about each other.

That was when you noticed how Donggab started to open up to you. You had imagined that the talk would be over when dinner was finished, but he asked if he could stay by to talk to you longer. So you both spent the night away just talking with each other, and you surprisingly got along well with.

Donggab reminded you of green tea ice cream, if you could be honest. The first few seconds you tasted green tea, it felt bitter. But then, you got used to the bitterness as it turned slightly sweet, and you just couldn’t stop licking the ice cream, wanting more. You wanted to know more about Donggab, as he seemed like such an interesting guy.

He said he works as an artist in Illionaire Records, and you had recalled that you’ve heard that name before. Donggab was rarely home because he was usually sleeping in his studio, because he gets too carried away at producing music. It happened all the time, which was the reason why he was always never home. But you had met him at that one time he decided to take a small break from the studio life, although you were dead drunk that night.

Somehow, the clock had already said to the both of you that it was already 11 PM. Donggab noticed how you were trying to stifle your yawn, your eyes turning sleepy. He then stood up and grabbed his phone along, ready to slip out of your apartment.

“Go rest, I think we’ve had enough talking tonight.” Donggab chuckled, seeing you let out a yawn while throwing your hands up.

“But you’re a really amazing guy, and it was nice hearing your stories, Donggab.” Something inside Donggab steered as his lips twitched into a smile, grateful hearing your words.

“Thanks, it was a lot of fun talking to you too.” You walked him to the door and Donggab slipped out, but he then stayed rooted in front of your apartment, eyes staring down to the floor. He seemed like he was deep in thoughts.

“Is anything wrong-“

“Would you like to have dinner again tomorrow?” Donggab asked, smiling sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck, “I’ll cook this time.” Your eyes glimmered in his offer and you quickly nodded, accepting his offer as if you were hypnotized by his smile.

“I’d love to, Donggab.”

Shin Donggab was so green tea-like.

dangers to my health:
  • flowsik’s neck vein
  • gray singing
  • simon d’s dad jokes
  • the quiett’s smile
  • smol dok2 in a big car
  • reddy saying ice cream
  • kush
For Now

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

For Now
Day Thirteen
25 Days of Christmas

He fucked up.

There was no other way that he could explain it. You were the most important person in his life. You were his light. All it took was one stupid fight and you were out the door. Not that he blamed you.

It’d been a few months since the break up. The worst part was that he couldn’t even remember the final blow that destroyed his relationship. He just knew that he’d been backpedaling for a while now.

He would have had no problem spending the rest of his life with you. Having a family, coming home to you and maybe even kids someday; It was something he’d learned to crave. However the very idea of marriage scared him. You offhandedly mentioned it one day and from that moment on he’d been looking for any fault in you. And when he failed in looking for one, he started picking fights.

In the end he got exactly what he was looking for.

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