One of the most important things i learned while being a kpop fangirl is a secret skill called “the silent scream”. You basically stomp your feet, widden your eyes, open your mouth but you don’t let out a sound. It’s pretty useful actually.
top media (andy + teen top + 100% + up10tion + park dongmin): awkward family photo collection
1. family photo where all the younger brothers are happy bc they’re still innocent but the older brothers have seen some shit (ft. papa andy in the middle. does anyone else think this looks like one of those historical dramas where the dad is gonna die but he has 22 sons who want a big portion of his inheritance and they’re gonna kill each other if they have to)
2. family photo after papa andy warned them to be more affectionate or he would give them all 9 pm curfews (ft. older brother ricky nearly strangling a terrified sunyoul in an attempt to show father just how affectionate he was, and bitto actually getting strangled)
3. big brother niel sucking up to their father and trying to convince him to buy him a new car. ricky is no longer choking sunyoullie but bitto is already half-dead
4. changjo is trying to escape. everybody is noticing. nobody is stopping him.
Honestly, a cliche scenario, but I haven’t written or posted a scenario in 124218952 million years so fml. I’ve been thinking too… what if this became a BTS scenario blog AHAHAH ‘cause I’ve been writing a lot of scenarios on Jungkook or the male bias is based off of Jungkook HAHAH (he’s my ultimate wdye sorry not sorry Jackson)
aNYwAys, just a little warning, my rated mind has made a reappearance so just like know that it’s implied love dovey making.
Fuck. You wake up with a start, head spinning and a soreness in between your legs. Damn, what a way to wake up in pain. And naked…..
Glaring at the wall across from you, the events of last night don’t settle in until you feel the arm around your waist shift and promptly pull you back into a bare chest.
Feeling your boyfriend bury his face into your neck and mutter a bunch of garble crap that you can’t make sense of, you smile softly and reach your hand over to tangle with the one that’s splayed across your stomach.
Memories come rushing back like a tidal wave, the gentle touches, the scorching kisses, the soft whispers of sweet nothings, and the loving gazes while getting lost in each other eyes.
It makes your smile widen as you turn over to your sleeping boyfriend. His lips are parted as he breathes steadily, his messy hair a curtain over his closed eyes. It’s always a wonder how you managed to snag such a perfect man as this doofus lying in front you looking like a complete angel.
Untangling your fingers, you carefully comb his bangs back but only for the strands to bounce back over his face.
His hand shoots ups, fingers wrapping around your wrist as his eyes slowly open to reveal deep chocolate orbs gazing lovingly down at you. Bringing your hand towards his lips, he presses feather-like kisses to your knuckles as he smiles groggily.
You return the smile with a sweet peck to his cheek and then his lips.
“Good morning to you too,” you giggle as he begins to press kisses all over your hands, chapped lips skimming over your soft flesh until he moves to peck your cheeks and eventually your mouth.
“I love you,” he mumbles against your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent, “You’re so beautiful.”
Shifting your legs, you winced slightly at the ache before nestling closer to him. However he noticed and immediately has his hand massaging your thigh gently as he presses kisses to your temple, “D-does it hurt, sorry w-was I too rough.. oh God did I hurt you?”
You giggled as he rambled on endless apologies. Silencing him with a brief kiss, you moved to tangle your fingers with his - his squeezing yours gently in turn.
Pulling away, you smiled softly and rested your forehead on his.
“You were perfect, and I love you too.”
“Damn, relationship goals right there.”
There’s a noticeable shutter click and your attention is turned to the male standing at the door with his phone camera pointed in your direction, (band member) standing there while grinning widely.
Your boyfriend groans and chucks his pillow towards the door, but his band mate is already half way across the hall flaunting around the picture he just took to the other members.
a/n: A few days ago, I asked you guys for advice regarding my crush and I’m delighted to tell you that I have decided to drop my feelings for him before it became something deeper. Apparently, he had a girl he liked and like I said, I’m a smol child that everyone treats like a little sister. Maybe some part of me got scared, but I don’t know… This feels like the right decision. Anyway, due to the fact that I have a lot of excess feelings, I wrote this. I was inspired by a conversation I had with @sunshine-scenarios and a poem I wrote and posted a long time ago entitled, “Forget”. For the people who take time to read these musings, I love you.
Genre(s): Angst, Romance (I’m really comfortable with writing angst if you guys noticed at least 70% my scenarios are angst)
Your mouth hung open
and you could already feel the hot tears come streaming from the back of your
eye. It stung. It did, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend half-naked in
his apartment with a model clinging on his shoulders.
He looked shocked, but
you noticed that his eyes were hazy and the apartment looked like a pigsty. He
met your eyes and looked at the poor girl in front of him, then back at you,
almost like he couldn’t believe that you were standing on his doorway. He pushed
the girl away, as if he just regained his senses. She looked offended, took her
bag and pushed past you outside the door.
You looked back at him
and thought, ‘This is the most clichéd thing that could happen, but it
happened.’ You let out a short laugh as tears spilled from the corners of your
“Jagiyah…” he breathed
as he took a step towards you.
You held up a finger,
using your other hand to wipe the tears away and hold in your sobs.
“I leave… I left for
one week, ______.” You breathed deeply. “I left because I didn’t want to fight
anymore and you replace me?”
“Jagiyah, she was not
a replacement. I wasn’t it my right mind, I was drunk and I missed so, so bad.”
He took another step forward and you didn’t even flinch.
He took another step
and took your hands, held them tightly with his and you didn’t push him away.
“Am I supposed to
understand this again?” You asked, maybe more to yourself than to him.
But he answered
anyway, “No. I don’t want you to understand… I want you to get angry with me, I
want you to stay in this room and get angry at me. Hurt me. I can take it, just
don’t leave me again.”
“Excuse me, the café is closing already in a while.” A young
girl wearing the uniform of the said café tapped your shoulder, breaking your
You gave her a curt nod and looked at your cold cup of
coffee, debating whether to finish it or to leave it. Looking at your cup, you
caught sight of the empty chair in front of you and the scenes that played in
your head earlier.
You wondered as you stood up and walked out of the café. It
was drizzling, so you pulled out your umbrella. You weren’t really paying
attention while walking, looking at your feet as you tried to match the cracks
on the sidewalk. You bumped against someone and you muttered an apology before
going your way. At least you were when you felt someone hook a hand on your arm
to stop you from going any further.
You looked back to see a man’s chest and you slowly trailed
your eyes upward, knowing who he is from just the sight of his lips. You met
his gaze, his warm yet invading gaze.
His name left your lips in a matter-of-fact manner; your
mind can’t quite process how or why he was standing in front of you then.
He echoed with the sound of your name and a small smile on
his lips. “You were here, huh? Was I too late? Did the café close already?”
You slowly nodded.
“I’m… I’m going to
leave… now?” you pulled your hands away from his grasp and you felt him freeze
on his spot, as if his breathing also halted as he searched your eyes for
“Y/N…” he tried, he
was trying and you could feel that he was putting his whole heart on your
“I’m gonna leave and
this time, I’m not coming back.” You made your resolve, but you couldn’t bare
to look him in the eyes. For someone you loved so much, you just can’t walk
away while bravely meeting his gaze. But you did. Weak and tired and helpless
as you felt, you stared right back, uncontrollable tears running down your
cheek. “Let me walk away, please. Don’t ask me to stay. Give me this one last
“No.” He grabbed your
wrist again and for the first time that night, you backed away. “You may think
I’m selfish but I’m not letting you go. I’d rather that you stay here and hate
me, than not be here at all.”
“But if I leave…” you
interjected. “If I leave now, I will love you and our memories; I will love every
thought of you and the fact that you loved me enough to let me go. I can love
you forever this way.”
You pulled your hands
away and with one last look, you fled out of the door, out of the building and
presumably, out of his life.
This time, he didn’t
stop you because he knew, maybe not then when he cried in his sleep nor when he
heard your voice in his dreams, that he could love you that way too.
“Is that so?” He clicked his tongue and pushed his hands in
“Yeah. It was nice seeing you. I’ll go ahead.” You turned
around immediately but he called after you.
“Do you mean that?” you can hear the melancholia in his
“Mean what?” you turned around again.
“That it was nice seeing me… Do you mean that?” he repeated
and took a step closer.
You pondered for a second, looking at him and the circles
around his eyes. He looked great still, without make-up on; inhibited and
tired, yet smiling. “Yeah, I meant it. I meant every word.”
“I missed you. I miss you almost every day. I see you every
time I close my eyes to sleep.” He took another step and you were rooted to
your spot. “Do you…” he hesitated and he never hesitated before. “…miss me at
“Every day. I missed you just now, back in the café actually.”
You shrugged like it was the most normal occurrence.
“It’s only been a month. I think I’m going to die.” He was
already standing in front of you, so close that you can smell the mixture of his
cologne and the late evening drizzle as it clung to his skin. “Do you still
want to leave? Because at the state I am in right now, I still selfishly want
you to stay with me.” He chuckled to himself. “Am I being pitiful?”
“If I’m honest, I’d say you’re convincing, but as much as I
have loved you for the past three years… Lately, I realized that I should love
myself as much, so to answer your first question…” you didn’t even blink and he
could almost hear his own heart break. “Yes. I can’t stay.”
He nodded, gulping
back any words that he might’ve used to beg you. “Will you be okay?”
“I’m not okay yet.” You tightened your grip on the handle of
your umbrella. “But I will be, soon. I hope you too.”
You gave him a broken smile and turned around.
You walked away again.
“Someday!” he called after you.
You stopped and somehow, with just one word you understood.