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LeeTeuk / Super Junior

Who; Lee Teuk / Super Junior

Plot; When he proposes

Requested by; taekmyhaert

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Smiling down at the sleeping angelic face in your lap, you tried not to shift to much to wake him up. LeeTeuk was home from the army, well, had been for awhile now, but several members of Super Junior had gone in, so they weren't really promoting anything right now. The extra time you had been able to spend together was amazing. Before, when it was only one or two of them in the army, and they still promoted Mamacita, you missed him all the time. The change of pace had been lovely.

You were also confirming in your heart that you and LeeTeuk were going to fully work out. There had been some bitter moments, but you two had managed to work everything out. You could see yourself with him now for the rest of your life. Maybe it was all your friends settling down, maybe it was your last birthday and the amount of candles on the cake, or maybe it was SungMin getting married. Or truly it may have been a combo of all three. You were looking to settle down and LeeTeuk was everything you wanted in a guy.

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd be terrified right now." his soothing voice brought you out of your day dreaming and you realized you'd been blankly staring at him this whole time.

"Oppa! I'm so sorry." you managed before hiding your face with a hand in embarassment. "I was thinking and just sorta drifted off. I didn't mean to wake you. But did you sleep well?" he rolled over and nuzzled into your stomach and crossed his arms getting comfortable.

"I always sleep well when near you darling." he murmured and after a few minutes, his breath evened out and he drifted back to sleep. You breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't ask what you were thinking about. You ran your fingers through his hair which was a mixture of dark and milk chocolate in color at the moment. He mrr'd softly in his sleep and smiled, which made you smile.

"I think I'm gonna do it HeeChul." It was several days later, in the livingroom of the dorms that the members of Super Junior still occupied. HeeChul was annoying YeSung with his cats paws, and LeeTeuk was scrolling through his phone.

"Well thank you for that affirmation Captian Vagueness." HeeChul shot back after a moments hesitation. LeeTeuk laughed and looked up from his phone.

"I'm going to ask _______ -ah to marry me." he explained after a deep breath. YeSung and HeeChul looked up at each other then over to LeeTeuk.

"Well FINALLY Hyung!" YeSung got in before HeeChul went on one of his typical long rants. "You two have been together for years, what's taken you so long?"

LeeTeuk leaned back against the couch and closing his eyes for a minute thought back briefly and after opening them, tried to find the right words. It was true, you both had been together for a long amount of time. Longer than most people you both knew who hooked up around the same time. Your friend, who had introducted you to LeeTeuk in the first place, always commented that she thought about going out with him herself, but they probably wouldn't have lasted. 'I just can't deal with long distance.' she had mentioned. You totally understood that. It was difficult sometimes being with him. He was always busy, but you knew that. You knew what the job was like. You had several Unnies who were back up dancers and knew a few people from your part of Seoul that had gone on to be in various groups over the years. Some were still active, but most weren't. Either because they grew out of it, or their group just came at the wrong time, and there was an over saturation at that time for their group type. Whatever the case may have been, you knew how training went, how rigorous it was, and that not everyone was cut out for it. So it came as no surprise to you when there were long periods you and LeeTeuk would go and not speak. But you always left him messages, and sent food when you knew he'd be home. You always made sure you could re arrange your schedule if he had a spare hour to see you or eat with you. You dropped everything for him. He, in turn, turned down some commercials and other radio things in order to make room in his schedule for you. It was give and take with you both. It was why you both worked so well. You both put in the effort to keep your relationship alive.

When LeeTeuk told you to make sure your Friday schedule in the evening was clear because you were going on a date, you were shocked but excited. You two didn't go on "dates" very often. Most times it was him sneaking to your apartment, doing his best to not be noticed. Since you lived in a secure part of town, thanks to your annual salary, it was easier for you two to spend time there. But you did miss the idea of being in public.

You took more time than normal to get ready for this date. You used your expensive, salon bought shampoo and conditioner, you scrubbed, and shaved, and pampered yourself so that when you got out of the shower you were radiant already. Your favorite body moisturizer gave your freshly shaved legs that glow you liked. Teeth brushed, and facial moisturizer on, you put your bathrobe on to do your hair and make up. You decided to go with some curl so heated up your curling iron, and scrolled through your favorite youtubers to find a look you wanted to copy.

An hour later you were looking snatched, and your dress was lookin' all kinds of right on you. It bolstered your confidence and you smiled brighter and more often. When your door bell sounded you grabbed your clutch, keys, and over coat. Opening the door you took particular pleasure in the look on LeeTeuk's face.

"Ready to go?" you asked with a smile.

"Y-Yes ma'am I am." he smiled and after stepping aside to let you lock your door, offered you his arm in an old fashioned gesture of manners.

"You could have just texted me Oppa." you said in the elevator while you nitpicked at his tie, and fixed it for him.

"No I couldn't have. Boys with no manners text or beep the horn. Well mannered gentlemen escort their beloved from the door to the car." he said seriously. Your heart jumped and your knee's, even in your 6 inch heels went a bit jiggly. You hid your face under his chin, under the guise of fixing his tie so he couldn't see the blue creeping into your face like a flush of water color.

You both had a nice drive, a very delicious meal, and headed for a popular walking path by the Han River. Your favorite spot for "dates" when the weather was nice enough. Normally you'd both be there much later in the evening to avoid him being noticed, but he didn' tseem to have a particular care for his safety this time.

"So, _______ ah?" he started, you looked up at him from your usual place at his side.

"Yes Oppa?"

"How have you felt lately?" he questioned. You looked at him blankly.

"Felt? Um, fine I guess?" you were unsure what he was really asking you.

"I mean, with us spending so much time together lately. I know it's a bit different than what we're both used to."

"Ohh, that. I've been liking it. Very much." you sighed contentedly. He glanced over at you. "I missed you so much during our early days together, but I knew it would be rewarded with more time with you if I had patience and loyalty and faithfulness. And days like the other day on the couch, and nights like this, where it's just us, is my reward. I wouldn't trade our relationship for anything Oppa. If you're concerned of me getting sick of you, you don't have to worry. Nothing could make me not want you around. You're my best friend, and... well... I love you. So very much. I can only hope for more time with you over the next however long." you said in a rush. You were afraid to stop and think about what you were saying. If you did, then you may not have said it. And you wanted him to know what he meant to you.

LeeTeuk's eyes filled a bit and even while his dimples displayed themselves on either side of his glorious smile. He knew he made the right choice. He approached a bench and had you sit. When he didn't sit down with you, you felt your heart flutter although you weren't sure why. But when he dipped to one knee in front of you, the flutter increased ten fold.

"_______-ah, you make me so happy. I've loved every minute of us being together. I know it wasn't always great, and there were times that were really hard, but we always stuck together. I can't think of anyone else I'd want to spend my time with, not now or the rest of my life. Will you promise to stay with me forever? Will you let me make you the happiest I possibly can? Will you.. marry me?"

Everything for you was moving in slow motion. It took longer to register in your head of what was actually happening. All you knew was the man you'd come to love more than anyone else was holding a beautiful ring asking to share the rest of your life. All you could do was cry and nod. You may have managed to blubber out a yes, or not you weren't sure afterwards. But the ring went on your finger, so he clearly understood you were saying yes. He took your hands and had you stand before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He was so comfortable, and his arms felt so safe, so warm, and so protective. Right then and there, despite the chill, despite the people looking at you two, you were the happiest woman alive.

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Another one that is older than sin itself. I hope you can forgive how long it's taken me to get to all these.

#Leeteuk #Super Junior #Super Junior Fanfiction #Fanfics #One Shots #SM Town

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rapidthought · 8 years

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a scenario where you or whatever and baro play pranks on the other members of b1a4. :)

Done and Done. wouldn't be surprised if you'd forgotten all about this. My bad. xD Hopefully you do like it though.

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Baro / B1A4

Who; Baro of B1A4

Plot; "You" and Baro play pranks on the other members.

Requested by; TakingBaekSunday

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Laying on the floor of Baro's room with your legs against his bed, reading Manga and eating cheese puffs. Try as you might you were slightly failing to keep cheese off the top of the pages when you turned them. Your munching caused him to smirk every time he heard it over his headphones. He was trying to zone out from your presence and write an essay for his course. It was a subject he was interested in but he was experiencing writers block and the words just weren't coming to him like they normally did.

You, meanwhile were totally oblivious to his struggle. You were lost in this story of a teenager who was trying to learn patience by babysitting kids, and the kids were absolute terrors. Your laugh, followed by a subsequent snort and cough caused Baro to take his headphones off and look at you.

"What's so funny?" he wanted so much to just lay on the floor with you and read comics but he couldn't bring himself to. He knew he had to get this essay written.

"This girl is trying to.... hahahahaha.... learn... hehehehehe.... No they didn't?!? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" you laughed till you almost cried. You had to close it and look away to something else before you started to hyperventilate. Baro just sat there glumly feeling left out of the fun and sighed. You looked up at him and fought to keep a straight face. "I'm sorry Baro. Is your essay not going well?" getting off the floor you stood by his desk looking empathetic.

"Yeah, I just can't see to make the words come for once. I know what I want to say, I just don't know... how.. to.. do the thing." he made hand motions toward his screen because, again, words failed him.

"You know what we need? We need a break. Let's go do something for a bit, not long, cause I know you're worried about getting this done. But just a short break, to shake it off, take some air in, and maybe some sunlight. Go for a little walk to the store and back, and maybe that'll help your mind to organize what it wants to say. I mean, at least then you'd be productive unlike what you're doing now by just sitting there staring at the screen, and flailing to yourself." you reasoned. He could find no counter argument, so nodded and came with you to the front door. You were quiet because JinYoung had been taking a nap on the couch for the past hour.

Sudden in a fit of inspiration, you ran back to Baro's room, and grabbed a rubber spider he had from Halloween and very carefully and gingerly, placed it on JinYoung's chest. Not enough to wake him up, but give him a shock when he woke up. Baro tried with all his might to not laugh or snicker to loudly to wake him up. Leaving you both indulged in a snorted laugh in the hallway and headed for the stairs because the elevator was being worked on. Once on the ground floor, you looked at Baro and waited for him to figure out what he wanted to do.

"I guess we can walk to the store. I want a snack now, after hearing you munch on your cheese puffs." you blushed a bit embarassed that you were eating loudly again.

"I'm sorry. I know I eat way to loud to be a proper lady but they're so good. Most times I can't help it." you both confessed and joked and hoped it wasn't too awkward.

At the store you both picked up a soft drink, and you chose something sweet and chocolatey while Baro chose a slice of cake with strawberry and whip cream filling. You paid and walked, albeit slowly, back toward the dorm. You sipped your drink and all but hoovered the chocolate you bought. Your time of the month was coming, and all you wanted to do was snack. It was ruining your ability to fit into some of your jeans, but you didn't care. The irritation at "NOT" eating whatever you wanted was a lot more damaging than the few pounds you would flux every month.

Once you both had trudged up the stairs you entered the dorm and found JinYoung on the floor panting.

"Err, Hyung.. are you okay?" Baro asked.

"There was a huge spider on my chest! I just woke up and it was there!" he blurted out, obviously still out of it from being groggy.

"Oh, did you kill it?" you asked.

"I don't know!" he said and getting up toddled over to the bathroom and disappeared from view. You pressed your face into Baro's arm and tried so hard not to laugh.

"Shhh.." Baro hushed while also trying not to laugh.

"Hey we should find a way to prank the rest of them!" you said poking Baro in the arm.

"What? How?" you smirked.

20 minutes later, you had hidden all of Sanduels skin care. You had half way unscrewed all the tiny screws on CNU's glasses, all of them. The last prank was to go through GongChan's drawers and take all his PJ bottoms. JUST the bottoms and hide them in CNUs bottom drawer that he put winter clothes in.

Over the next few hours you both cackled like maniacs as each of his bandmates came home to find an unknown something happening.

"Yah, where are my PJ PANTS!" GongChan flailed arond the livingroom going from his room to the laundry and back repeatedly.

JinYoung meanwhile was still looking behind pillows and couch cushions for the spider that caused him such a heart attack earlier. In Baro's room however, he was already half way done with his essay and you were all out of snacks. So you were packing up to go home.

At the door, you gave Baro a hug, until a yell match broke out between GongChan and CNU. Gongchan had just gone through CNU's drawers which caused CNU to get upset, but then Gongchan was upset that he found his PJ bottoms in CNU's drawer. You and Baro snickered to each other and bumped noses which you usually did when parting.

"Have a good night _______." he whispered and kissed your cheek. You smiled and booped your nose against his again.

"You do the same Baro. Let me know when you finish your essay, which you should get back to." he nodded and hugged you close once for a moment or two, and let go.

"Yah...." he said softly, "Get home safe. Message me when you get to the door. You know I won't be able to sleep unless I know you're okay." you melted into a little puddle of goo at the tender tone in his voice. He didn't show his soft side often outside of toward his fans.

"I will, I promise. Enjoy trying to sort out all the mess we've created." you whispered back to him.

Just then SanDeul threw open the bathroom door..

"Where did all my skin care go!! I need a sheet mask!" he hollared.

With that you darted out of the door and headed for the stairs. Baro snorted and promised to "help" SanDeul look for his stuff. Meanwhile, JinYoung was still tip toeing around the livingroom looking for the spider with a can of raid, and the fly swatter.

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Thank you for being SO patient all this time for this. I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot all about it. xD

#Baro #b1a4 #b1a4 baro #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #kpop fanfiction #pranks

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rapidthought · 8 years

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A sweet romantic Taeyang scenario please! I think Taeyang deserves some love ^^

done and done? lol

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Taeyang / Big Bang

Who; TaeYang / Big Bang

Plot; Romantic Scene

Requested by; Anon

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Friday... 4 days left

Pink? White? Red? Mixture of all three? What about yellow? Black were pretty too, but that was a little to dark for this. Nah.. a mixture of pink and white would work just fine. Taeyang was going through a shop's website to create a boquet for you. Your anniversary was coming up and he wanted everything to be perfect. He was making sure he got a head start on everything so he could be sure that unlike previous years, it didn't sneak up on him. He'd caused you to be sad on more than one anniversary because he'd gotten busy and forgotten. Since this year was special he didn't want to mess up again. 6 years you two had been together. Over half a decade. Longer than anyone either of you knew.

You were trying on dresses in a cute little boutique downtown for the perfect outfit for your anniversary dinner. 6 long years. Didn't feel possible. Some times it felt like it had been that long, other times it felt like it hadn't been that long, still other times it felt like it had been longer. You didn't remember much of your life before him, only that you were unhappy. He helped create your self esteem. He taught you to appreciate yourself. He obviously couldn't fix everything, but he was there for support while you re learned how to care about yourself.

Your only other boyfriend was a horrible point of reference, and you wouldn't really even call him a boyfriend. He was just plain an abuser. He constantly reminded you that you could never do any better than him, that no one would put up with your "attitude" but him, and things like that. You heard it every day for so long that you really started to believe it. All throughout highschool, you acted more like his indentured servant than his girlfriend. You made him food, you helped him with his homework, and he showed you affection, if you could call it that, ever now and then. But it wasn't what most people would call an actual relationship.

He came to your house one night, after you had both graduated from highschool and were both in Uni. He had been drinking with his friends, and he knew your parents were home yet. He had forced his way into your livingroom and sat down on your couch and yelled at you until you sat down with him. He then started a string of obscene and vulgar speech that caused you to blush and not want to be around him anymore. You tried to convince yourself it was just the alcohol, but deep down you really knew better. He started scooting closer to you on the couch and making vulgar demands of what you should be doing as his girlfriend.

It didn't take long before he tried forcing himself on you when you, as he said he expected, came off as frigid and non responsive to his advances. You owed him, he told you while he tried to unbotton your blouse despite how much you fought him. You yelled and started to cry. When your parents walked in, your Appa grabbed him by the hair and insisted your Umma call the police. Your "boyfriend" woke up in a jail cell after passing out trying to swig at your Appa in the livingroom. His parents came to apologize for their son, and to deeply apologize to you. You couldn't look them in the eye, and hid behind your Umma. You didn't want to speak to anyone at that point.

2 years went by and you avoided the subject of relationships like the plague. You didn't talk about it with your friends, with your parents, although they didn't push the subject. You were convinced by a friend of yours to go to the SBS station just for fun. Being surrounded by teenagers screaming for "Oppa" was a bit uncomfortable for you. But you made it through the show. One the way out, your friend who knew an Unnie who worked at the station, and who was willing to buy you guys food after wards, nudged you to peek over her shoulder. You looked and realized you were being stared at. You were spotted by TaeYang who was at the station, in between Big Bang's Japanese promo's, to visit a friend who was promoting at that time. He was really shyly looking at you. Trying not to make it so obvious.

You blushed when he blushed, which made him blush further. The Unnie you came to see after the show, noticed what was happening, and smirked. After you and your friend left to head to the food carts in downtown for food, she approached Taeyang and told him all about you, and agreed to be the go between if he wanted to meet you.

Saturday...3 days left.

You sat at your computer at work and typed away trying to update the accounts you were in charge of when your phone went off. It was your daily text message from Taeyang, saying he missed you, hoped you were okay, and etc. You smiled because his texts made your day. He was so suave, so charismatic, and he could have had any of the ladies in his industry if he really tried or wanted to be with any of them. But he chose you, and he was always happy that he had. He may have been a dance machine and oozed swag and smex while on stage and in photo shoots. But in reality, when all the crowds were gone, and it was just him, he was still a shy little boy who still had a hard time speaking in front of a girl he liked. Even now, after 6 years he still got shy around you. If you took extra special care of yourself, he always swelled with pride because of how beautiful he thought you were. But he also gave you the same look when he hung out at your house during the almost non existant down time, and you were in jeggings and a messy bun.

Taeyang smiled as the kissy face emoji's came on his iMessage from you. You always knew just how to respond to make him the happiest. He was so happy that you agreed to date him. Even with all the problems that would arise because of it. He couldn't have gotten more lucky with you.

Sunday...2 days

You were in the kitchen of your apartment cooking. You worked yesterday so you could have Tuesday off to spend with Taeyang. You were making all your food for the next week in advance. It was just something you did to make it easier on your life. When you got home, the last thing you wanted to do was cook. Or, as you called it "B*tch over a hot stove." So it was just easier to take the two hours on a Sunday, to pre make all the food, put them into containers, and threw it in the microwave when you got home.

When someone knocked on your door, you were a bit weirded out because you didn't have company all that often. You wiped your hands on the tea towel hanging from the counter. After giving a peak at all the pots you had going on the stove, and were satisfied nothing would burn or boil over while you stepped away, you padded softly to your door. You were going to just open it, but a feeling that grew in your gut, the closer you got to the doorknob caused you to look through the peep hole. Your voice caught in your throat, and you backed away from the door. Another round of knocking caused your knees to turn to jelly. It was him. How did he find you? And why? You went back into your kitchen with no intent of opening the door, and putting on your headphones tried to ignore that he was even there.

After about an hour, you took your headphones off. Your heart had stopped beating irregularly, and you slowly made your way to the door, which you instantly felt ridiculous for. You gingerly opened the door and looked out. There was no sign of him. No notes or anything. You hoped that would be the last of it. Did you tell Taeyang though?

...of course you did!

Monday... 1 day left.

You woke up that morning with the previous nights happenings still fresh in your mind. While brushing your teeth, you tapped out a message that you two needed to talk soon. You didn't expect an immediate response because of how ridiculous his schedule could be. You got ready and left your apartment to head for the train to go into work.

While at work, your daily text came in with the usual, and an added question if everything was alright. You tapped a reponse that you couldn't talk about it over message because it was too long, but could you maybe talk on the phone on your lunch. He said he would try to arrange it. On your lunch hour you tapped to him that you were off if he was able to talk.

The ring on your phone came while you were pacing under the awning behind your building, trying not to get your new boots and blouse damp from the coming rain. You did after sit in these clothes the rest of the day after all.

"Hey Jagi... how are you?" he asked sweetly.

"Hi Oppa.. I... I actually don't know how I am to be honest." you had lost all the need to beat around the bush and try and lie about your feelings. You didn't need to do that with him.

"What's wrong?" he sounded concerned, and you could almost hear him sit up straighter and lean forward.

"So I was making food last night right? As I do every sunday, and I hear a knock at my door. Which ya know, for most people isn't that unusual, but for me? Set off all kinds of red flags. I get to the door and look through the peep hole, and who is it? _______ Oppa! Like, how long has it been since I've seen him? Why him, why me, why now? I didn't open the door before you ask. Naturally. I went back to what I was doing, and ignored him, I checked the door later and he didn't leave anything saying he'd been or that he wanted to talk. So I'm hoping that the silence means he thought he had the wrong person's home and he doesn't come back. But I just wanted to tell you what was happening." you rushed. He just sat and listened, because it wasn't often you rambled on about something to him. So the fact that you were doing everything you could to get all these thoughts out at once meant you were really thinking about this hard. Which made it important.

"I understand jagi, and I'm glad you decided to tell me about it. Tell me anything more that happens and don't be afraid. Don't open the door if you're uncomfortable, and don't you feel like you owe anyone anything. He had his shot and he blew it. You're my beautiful princess now, and he can't just waltz back into your life and think he can take my spot. Not happening!" you smiled and felt butterflies with the tone he took. He was possessive of you, but not in the same way as your ex had been. Taeyang needed you, he loved you, and couldn't imagine his life now without you. Your ex was just on a power trip at the time. But you couldn't be bothered to think about that now. You both said your goodbyes and you went back to your desk to finish up the day.

While going home, you were getting off your elevator, and in doing so, caught the glimpse of someone else getting on the one further down the hall. You heard a voice and your heart instantly sank. You got back into your elevator and went up one more floor. You got off the elevator and smiled nervously as the people got on. You looked out the hall window that showed the street, and saw "him" walk across the street on his phone, and get into his car and drive off. You started to tear up. You knew this couldn't continue, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. When you got into your apartment, you called the police. Not the emergency number, but just an officer. You had heard part of his conversation, saying he was going to be back that night, and you didn't want any issues. You couldn't face him alone, but didn't want to keep dodging him either. You wanted to send a clear message that he wasn't welcome anywhere near you or your current life.

You jumped and panicked when the knock at the door interrupted the silence of your apartment. You looked through the peep hole, and breathed a sigh of relief when it was the officer. You invited him in, and closed the door.

"Good Evening Ma'am. I was informed you were having an issue. Why don't you tell me whats going on and how I can help?" he smiled pleasantly.

"Well.." you started after a sigh. You decided to be straight up with it. "A number of years ago, when I was young and stupid, I was dating a guy who wasn't a nice person. He came to my house drunk one night, tried to force himself on me, took a swing at my Appa, and got into trouble for it. That was over 5 years ago. Last night, I heard a knock on my door and after checking the peep hole, it was him. I don't want to speak to him. I don't want him coming to my apartment. I didn't open the door last night, because I was afraid. Tonight when I was coming home, I saw him coming away from my door and getting into the elevator, I went up one floor, and watched out the window as he got into his car and drove away. But I heard part of his conversation saying he'd be back. I want to tell him that I don't want him coming here again. But after what he did when we were younger, I'm afraid to do it on my own, which is why you're here. I just need some back up in case he's still the same type of person." you rushed. The police officer nodded and noticed you flinch and jump when there was a harder knock on the door.

"It's okay. I'll just stand here, and if he tries anything he won't get far. Have the courage. You tell him everything you just told me." he urged and took a step back near the couch. You nodded and taking a breath, went to your door.

You opened the door and did your best to look intimidating. You learned this trick from T.O.P Oppa in his acting. That when he wanted his face to look a certain way, it was all about what he had in his mind before the camera started. You thought about that night. About what he had made you feel. And you got angry. Legit angry.

"Can I help you?" you asked. You surprised yourself with how cold you sounded. But that's what you were going for.

"______-ya it's me." he said, a bit startled with your tone.

"I know who you are," you said evenly, "what do you want?"

"Can I come in?" he asked ignoring your question, and attempting to take a step forward. But you stood your ground.

"No, you cannot. I don't want you in my home. I want you to tell me what you're doing coming to my home after all this time, as if I want to see you." the even tone was breaking up a little. You struggled to contain the bubbling anger in your core.

"Don't be like that, I want to come in." he took another step as if to step past you and you got right in his way.

"I will BE any kind of way I choose and for the last time, I said NO. You are not coming into my home. Now either tell me what you want or leave." you were getting angry.

"I want to come in." he said getting a bit irritated that you were being difficult.

"Well I'm sorry that's not happening. Was there anything else I can help you with?" you said coming down from your anger. You went into your customer service voice.

"When did you become this person?" he asked with distaste, looking at you. You were offended not only by the question, but also by his tone, and facial expression.

"I became this person after you were such an ASSHOLE to me!" you started raising your voice and letting go of your door. "You have no right to come to my home, you have no right to try and come back into my life, thinking that I want to see you for any reason. I don't want to see you or speak to you ever again. Don't come to my home again, don't try to get into contact with me again, if you want to find another punching bag, you can look elsewhere because there aren't any here. I am grown, I am successful, and I don't need you!" You took a step back into your apartment and slammed the door. Right in his face. Not giving him any chance to say anything, to respond, to react. You shook like a leaf in the autumn breeze. Eventually you came back to your senses and remembered the officer was still in your home. He had folded his arms and was smiling at you.

"That sounded like it had been built up for a long time." he commented. You nodded, struggling to breathe a little bit. He nodded and gave you his card. "If he comes around again and you need me for back up again, let me know. I'll be here as quickly as I can and if not I'll send a friend. Don't feel bad for getting in contact with us. It's what we do, and why we're officers." You clutched the white business card and smiled.

"Thank you so much." you said several times before he left. You went to bed feeling so good about yourself. You were so ready for your anniversary dinner with Taeyang.

Tuesday...

"You really said that to him??" Taeyang asked with the biggest smile spread across his face. You two giggled like children over the beautifully set table you were seated at. You were wearing your new cream dress and metallic heels, and he was in a 3 piece suit.

"Yes, I did say that. All of it. And you know what? It felt really good. It felt really good to finally stand up for myself, and confront that last shadow and not be afraid of it anymore. I mean I'll always be nervous when it comes to him, and the thought of him being near me. But I know that I can stand my ground now, and if I can't, I know I have people I can turn to." you smiled. You leaned into the huge bouquet of pink and white roses Taeyang had bought for you. You luxuriated in the scent which was intoxicating.

Taeyang watched you, your closed eyes, your content smile, and felt his whole world swell into a big ball of pride. He was so lucky to have you, and he made another re affirmation right then and there to love and protect you the rest of his life, God willing.

"Oppa, can we dance?" you asked. He came back to his thoughts and heard the slow song playing. He nodded and got up with you to the dance floor, and rested his hands on your hips. Normally, you held onto his upper arms, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him in close. If you were honest, you were feeling yourself since last nights victory and decided for your 6th anniversary, you could be a little daring. Taeyang hummed in approval and lightly kissed your shoulder. He hummed along with the music in your ear, and the sound of his voice caused you to slowly close your eyes, and forget everyone else. Normally you'd be concerned with bumping into people, or people looking at you and judging you for how close you were dancing. But tonight, after what you'd been through, you couldn't have cared any less. You were in a warm, safe, happy, little bubble that comforted you in the arms of your boyfriend who was gorgeous, and kind, and gentle, and affectionate, and approving of you and supportive of everything you did.

"Happy Anniversary Jagi." he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek. You pulled away from his shoulder and looked at him. You let your forehead touch his, and smiled.

"Happy Anniversary Oppa." you shyly let your lips brush his, and smiled. He blushed and hugged you close.

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So I tried to make up for lack of Taeyang like this person asked for. I think I kinda missed the whole point of the romance, but my writing took me to that place and I felt like it was appropriate? Anyways. Hope you all like. 8 more to go until I finish the DongHae fic, and then maybe open requests again? Does anyone even read this blog anymore? Should I bother? Who knows.

#taeyang #bigbang #big bang #YG Ent #YGFam #fanfiction #one shot #requested #fanfic

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Heechul's talked about it before, how, in order to not be mobbed by fans or something, he dressed up as a girl to meet his girlfriend; could you maybe write a scenario about that scene, like, him meeting up with the reader for a date dressed as a girl keke {For Telli-unnie}

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HeeChul / Super Junior

Who; HeeChul / Super Junior

Plot; When he dresses like a girl to meet up.

Requested by; Anon

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You sipped your drink for the third time in as many minutes and looked at your watch. Your boyfriend should have been here by now. But you understood why it was risky. It was a public resturant and there was every possibility that someone would recognize him. Even with a hat and surgical mask. What you weren't prepared for, was what exactly showed up.

In a van somewhere on the way to the restaurant, HeeChul moved a curl of black hair out of his eyes and messed with his bangs. Granted, his hair was actually a burnt umber for this promotion, but the black was a wig. He knew you wanted to go to this place because of the food, and he had promised, but he also didn't want to get in a scandal and have pics taken, and then have your life complicated because of who he was. He sighed at why relationships were so awkward and uncomfortable.

A long time ago HeeChul would dress up like a girl just for fun. He liked making the other members of Super Junior feel uncomfortable and and embarassed when he dressed up like that. Sometimes it was just horrible, like fooling around, or in some of the videos, it would come out pretty decent, like Super Junior T's video where he played a girl. But he was also pretty and andrognys enough to pull off looking like a girl.

You'd laughed at the video and was shocked at how much like a girl he could look. You'd taken him into the bathroom one time he'd come to your house. You were going to do facial masks and watch movies. But before that you asked if you could put make up on him. He wouldn't let you put foundation on because the change from what the make up Noona's used would cause his skin to break out. But you put on eyeshadow and did his brows and put lip gloss on him and sent the picture to your sister and asked her what she thought of your make up skills. She had messaged you back and said your model was really pretty. You never were sure if she was being serious or just going along with it.

HeeChul hadn't worn girl clothes out in public in quite a bit, so he was nervous when he got out of the van at the corner and walked to the restaurant. But when an older man held the door open for him and called him "miss" he gained more confidence. He spotted you at the table and made his way towards you. You were about to take your phone out and text message him asking where he was and if he was still coming, and then some girl sat down.

"Ahn young dongseng." he said with a softer voice than he usually used. You arched a brow at her.

"Um, ahn young.. do I know yo-...." your eyes went wide and the smile that played across HeeChuls mouth widened. "Op-- I mean Unnie... is that you? Really?" you almost laughed but didn't want to draw attention to the table.

"Yah, you don't even recognize your elder? Aish, kids these days." he said.

"I'm so sorry Unnie. I just didn't recognize you. You had a um different hair color last I saw you, so the black took me by surprise. But should we order now? You took so long Unnie, and I'm hungry." you pouted and used the little whine voice that made him grit his teeth because of how adorable you were. But he'd never admit it.

"Yes, we can order now. Do you know what you want?" he questioned and you nodded. HeeChul could feel his wallet shrink with that look on your face. But he knew he had to stop being so cheap sometimes.

You heaved a happy sigh after you finished your macha ice cream and sponge cake. HeeChul like wise dabbed his mouth with his napkin and sighed happily after he finished his dessert. He waved over the wait staff to pay the bill. You left the tip cause it was only nice of you to do so.

"Is Ma- uhh Oppa going to pick you up at the usual place?" you questioned over your shoulder as you walked through the door.

"Yes, I have another maybe 45 minutes to an hour. So we should get going so I'm not late. You know how he grumps when I'm late." You nodded. You took HeeChul's arm in a show of male dominance, and treated him daintily which you thought he enjoyed. To passers by, you looked like two friends having a stroll talking about girl things. No mobs, no screaming fans, no nothing.

"Unnie.." you said out of habit at this point, "Do you miss being normal?" HeeChul side glanced at you, not really sure what you meant.

"Am I an Alien now or something?" he tried to sound mock offended, but you knew him better than that.

"You've always been an alien Unnie. No one is like you. You're unique. It's why I'm here with you now you know. But I mean, do you ever get tired of the grind?"

"Mmmm sometimes. There are of course times where I wish I had more free time. More time with my parents. More time with my sister. More time with you. More time in general. But this is my career path, and with all the support and love the fans give, even the scary ones, I could never just walk away from it all. The accident reaffirmed that for me years ago. I spent so much time staring at the wall because I couldn't walk. The rod in my leg will always be a reminder that I almost lost all of it. Whenever it rains, whenever it's cold, whenever the pain starts, I remember back then, and the prayers of EunHyuk and KyuHyun to be alright. I try not to wish for so much, and feel ungrateful. I've been given so much and so few ever make it to where I am." he went quiet for a bit in reflective thought after all that.

It was true. That car accident that almost took his life, and the lives of several of his members took a real toll on them all. They were all so luck to still be around. Even though that was a distant memory to most, when he sighed or flinched or whimpered and shifted trying to get comfortable, it was a long lasting effect to both him and you. You hadn't been dating then but had met shortly afterwards.

You had met when he was fighting with his meds. He didn't like the way they made him feel but he also didn't have the ability to deal with the pain outright. The meds made him irritable and short with everyone. But they allowed him to sleep. When he tried to ween himself off of them, and just tolerate the pain, he'd wake up at 2am screaming and crying because he'd moved his leg the wrong way. When he was at home, his umma would sit by his bed with the meds and water for him to take when he couldn't handle the pain anymore. When he was at the dorm, it was SiWon mostly that comforted him then. He'd read to him to try and take his mind off the pain, get him tea and snacks, and finally he'd plead with him to take the pain meds.

It took HeeChul a long while to finally be able to give them up. You found yourself on the receiving end of his late night rambly texts when the meds were in the middle of wearing off and he was slurring as if drunk. You took no credit for his battle with the meds. But you would video chat late at night, and he would watch you do make up on yourself to keep him entertained. That was when you found out he'd dressed like a girl once or twice and you told him you'd do his make up one day. It all lead from there.

As you rounded the corner to the parking lot that your car was parked and HeeChul's manager's van would appear sooner rather than later, you smiled with memories and said a silent little prayer that HeeChul was okay now.

"Oppa.." you started.

"Unnie..." he corrected and you snorted.

"My apologies, Unnie.. are you leaving for any promotions soon?" you stood in front of him and held his hands in yours, enjoying the soft feel of his hands.

"Mmmm I don't think so. I'm part of that tv show now, and I don't think we're going to be recording anytime soon. With four members in the army right now, there wouldn't be much point. Besides YeSung shi just got done promiting his solo album, and I think ZhouMi is doing something soon, and Henry just had a duet with a Chinese artist. So there's lots going on but nothing that requires me leaving the country anytime soon, no. Why?" He looked at you with a questioning look. You wrapped your arms around his slim waist and hugged him. He felt very shocked and embarassed. You weren't this type of person. "Yah, what's gotten into you?"

"I just wanted to show my appreciation for you. For everything you do. All that you put up with, and still having patience for me and my derp." you snickered. You both turned when the sound of a car pulling in signalled that HeeChul's manager was there. You leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Have a good night Unnie." you whispered in his ear and left him slightly quaking inside.

You bowed to the van and was waved at by the manager. You headed to your car. HeeChul stared after you. Once you were in and started up, he opened the passanger side and climbed in. His manager still chuckled at him and his get up. HeeChul pulled the wig off, and fluffed out his own actual hair.

"You still look ridiculous." he said aloud. HeeChul batted his eyes at his manager who laughed, causing HeeChul to laugh. "Yah, that kind of thing doesn't work on me. I'm not the members."

Once you were home, you washed your face of all the make up you'd worn that day and went through your 6 step facial routine. You climbed into bed, and went through your social medias. HeeChul had posted a mysterious picture of the pile of clothes he'd worn and the black wig with the message "End of Day." You laughed and snuggling under your blankets rolled over and went to sleep.

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I'm going to try to get two fics out tonight cause I didn't post anything last night. Had a pretty decent panic attack that was just NOT going away.

#HeeChul #Super Junior #Kpop #kpop fanfictions #One shots #requested

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(Telli-unnie) Mir scenario; an accidental first kiss >

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Mir / MBlaQ

Who; Mir

Plot; Accidental First Kiss

Requested by; Anon

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Could today really have gone any worse? Your trip to the unemployment office was plagued with issues from beginning to end. The train was late, and then got stuck half way down the track waiting for the train in front of it to go. There was a lady in line, who, quite clearly, had done one to many substances in her time, as she was talking rather loudly in the line about being arrested and held for 12 hours and how there were illegals on her property. You did the best you could to avoid eye contact so she wouldn't speak to you or near you.

When your turn came you headed to the counter to speak to the lady at the keyboard, and the loud lady cut in front of you, and you were growled at by the two weenie dogs she had stuffed in her front facing bag. She pointed at a man and woman walking into the office with a harness around a beautiful carmel and creme husky with mismatched eyes. The harness plainly showed that the husky was a registered emotional comfort dog, and so it was allowed more places normal pet dogs weren't. But that didn't stop the lady from being rude and belligerant.

"Yah! Why does that man get to come into this office with that big dog, but they tried to stop me with my little pups!" she all but screamed into the side of your face. You felt very uncomfortable and wanted to back away but there was a person behind you that wasn't moving, and the loud lady wasn't moving out of the way for you to finish your business.

The social worker that was supposed to be talking to the loud lady cut her off before she could say anything else.

"Excuse me! This is a place of business for people to recieve assitance. It isn't your job to point out inconsistancies of the buildings policy. Now you either come to my desk and we can try and resolve your issues or you can leave with nothing. But you will not continue to make noise and disrupt the rest of these people's day!"

You wanted to give that lady a hug, but of course did no such thing. You waited in line and then sat down until your name was called. Answering some of those questions was very embarassing. The lady you talked to seemed to make it part of her job, to blame you for not having one yet. You'd been laid off recently when the company you worked for had moved offices to another state and you weren't asked to follow.

On your way home, you just wanted to get there as quickly as you could and wrap yourself in your blankets and hide. The bad luck from finding out you were being laid off up until now just hadn't stopped. You weren't sure what you had done to deserve this but it was slowly sinking you into a bit of a dark grey place. You weren't entirely depressed, at least not yet, but you were well on your way, at least you felt that way. You were finding it harder and harder to care about things you used to, like chores, and cleaning up your house, and going outside just to go outside. You were withdrawing from the few social outlets you did have. It was becoming a problem.

Once off the train and back in your apartment complex, you headed for the mail boxes because you hadn't checked yours before you left. And there he was. The dark, handsome guy from the next building over. You'd seen him several times, and had tried to arrange your checking the mail at least 2 days a week to when he normally was there to steal peeks at him. He was slim and darker skinned, had lucious locks that would have made Thor's garnier tumblr meme's a joke, his dark eyes were gorgeous, and you were smitten with him. You'd made up all kinds of little fantasies in your mind about him sauntering over to you and wiggling his nicely sculpted eyebrows and asking you to have dinner with him. Which was nice for awhile but then you'd come to realization you'd have to talk to him at that point, and that set your anxiety off, and you were glad you only saw him briefly twice a week.

Mir turned the key and reached into his mail box and pulled out a pile of letters and bills, and newspapers and coupons and AISH! He attempted to shuffle all the things he needed to keep to one hand, and sort through what he was going to put in the recycle bin in the other, while still holding his keys and not dropping anything in the process. He was folding up the news papers to throw away when he noticed you at your mail box. He smirked to himself. He had noticed you noticing him several times. He thought it was cute and was very flattered you had checked him out. He also had to chuckle at your feeble attempt to be discrete about it. You were horrible at it. But he found it adorable, and would be lying if he said he didn't walk back to his apartment a little chuffed knowing that someone thought him attractive enough to oogle at.

You both reached for the recycle bin, and brushed hands while throwing things away. You blushed furiously, and managed out a soft "sorry" before moving away and awkwardly trying to look calm while walking toward your building door. He watched you walk away and smirked.

"Hey Mir!" Mir turned his head at the familiar voice and saw his friend Joon. "Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Uh, getting my mail." he said quickly and ushered Joon toward his building before he loudly asked who the girl was that he was staring at. For all his suave nature, and grown up appeal, Joon could be very childish and had a habit of stage whispering poorly which was either something he was really good at, or really bad at. Mir hadn't figured out which yet.

You got into your door and shaking leaned back against it shaking.

"Mir.." you said softly to yourself and just couldn't with yourself and burrito rolled yourself into fleece blankets on your bed and both giggled and chastized yourself in turn.

You skipped the next few times of seeing Mir at the mailbox because you wanted him to forget your awkardness. But you noticed that he stayed at the mail box for longer than he used to. You would wait to watch him walk across the parking lot to his building. Was he waiting for you? No, he couldn't be. Did he want to talk to you?? No. Don't be silly. But why is he all of a sudden taking longer to go into his building? Maybe because he has his own reasons. Not everything revolves around you. But what if??

The next day you went to the mail box and didn't see him so took your time unlocking your mailbox and was going through your letters so you didn't notice the shadow getting closer. You finally turned and came face to face with Mir. He was really close, and you almost had a fit right then and there.

"Hi, I'm Mir." he said simply and smiled. All you could do was gawk. No words came. Part of you wanted to stay and talk to him, the other part wanted to run for your building. But he was in front of you, and blocking your only way out. When you didn't respond, he noticed that you were swallowing repeatedly, and could both see and hear your breathing becoming more difficult. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he said soothingly and backed up a few steps to give you some breathing room. "I just thought I'd introduce myself." he said simply. He thought about adding in the bit of him noticing you watching him, but thought better of it, since you already looked freaked out.

He smiled one more time, and went around the corner to his mail box. You were frozen, you didn't know what to do. You couldn't make your legs move or work. Your knees felt all jiggly and you were afraid if you went to walk you would collapse and be mortified of him seeing that. So you brought your mail up to your face as if you were really interested in it, and tried to ignore him when he finished and walked across the parkinglot to his building.

It took you another 15 minutes before you could move properly. Thankfully no one came to get their mail because you would not have been able to move at all. Once finally in your apartment, you sunk to the lamanated floor and burst out crying. You cried for a good 45 minutes until your eyes were nice and swollen and you were hiccuping all over the place. While your eyes hurt and you had to lay a wet washcloth with ice on them to get the swelling to go down, the venting of your feelings made you feel a lot better. You got alot off your chest and out of your "feelings bank" as you called it with that crying session.

The next day you had to go to your mailbox early because you were expecting your first unemployment check and had to go deposit it asap so you could pay rent and bills with it. While you were unlocking your mailbox you heard Mir's voice.

"Hi." he said simply and went directly to his mailbox. You took a deep breathe.

"Hi." you managed. He looked around the corner at you and winked. You blushed and coughed to try and hide it.

"So do I get to know your name or not yet?" he asked. He wasn't flirting, and it didn't sound like a pick up line at all. He was genuinely inquiring.

"....n-not yet." you said honestly, and looked uncomfortable.

"That's fair. Well have a good day." he said smiling and headed for his building.

You smiled and breathed deeply through your nose and walked proudly back to your apartment knowing that you hadn't freaked out as badly as the first time. Before getting to the outside door you heard neighbors of yours drunkenly arguing. You shook your head and went up the stairs. Your thoughts turned back to Mir and your slight accomplishment, you could maybe even see yourself talking to him again. But not until next week. Baby steps.

"So, what's her name?" Joon asked out of no where. Mir was measuring out rice in the kitchen and he paused.

"Who?" he tried to sound normal, but even to him, it sounded off.

"The mail girl... the one you keep watching out the window." Mir cursed in his head at how observant Joon was.

"I don't know." he said simply. Joon sighed.

"If you don't want to tell me..." he started but Mir dumped the rice in and turned towards the sink. Joon was sitting on the other side of the bar on a high stool cutting vegetables.

"No, I mean I literally don't know. She's really timid or shy or whatever you want to call it. I think she has anxiety of some sort as well. And I told her my name, and when I asked for hers she said she wasn't ready to tell me. Well, she communicated that she wasn't ready to tell me. And how are you so observant anyways! What kind of person are you?" Mir flicked water from the tap at Joon who dodged and snickered.

A month later you walked to the mail boxes and were dressed up nicely because you had an interview, but your unemployment check should have come and you needed to deposit it on the way home. You saw Mir and smiled, you felt less panicky and were actually more happy to see him. Your hopes were high that you would get this job and go back to being independant and everything.

"Hey." he said with a smile shifting letters and coupon books.

"Hi." you said clearly, with no hesitation. Which made you smile further.

"You look nice." he commented at the corner of the boxes, giving you space. You blushed but smiled wider.

"Thank you. I have a job interview." you collected your mail and after depositing all the junk in the recycling, and your important mail into your purse, you headed toward the train station to go into the city.

"Well good luck!" he called. You put your headphones in your ears after waving and were walking across the parking lot when Mir heard revving up of a motor and looked to see a car tearing around the corner. He looked toward you and dropping everything ran where you were.

You were listening to some easy going music to soothe your nerves when you felt arms wrap around you and pull you forward. You gasped and sunk your fingers into the material around you. You blanked and looked to see Mir holding you in his arms looking in turn toward a car that had just crashed into several parked cars. People were coming out of their buildings and calling the police. Your heart was racing.

You looked up just as Mir looked down.

"Are you alri-..." your lips connected, a bit out of sync and a bit awkwardly but they were touching none the less. You stood like that for a few moments and felt your cheeks turn bright red. You couldn't move, but suddenly remembered your interview.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. But I have to go... my interview.." you stuttered and tore off running toward the train. Mir just gaped after you, and stayed to speak to the police, who's sirens were already singing the song of it's people in the distance.

Your interview went off quite well and you were expecting a phone call about it in the near future. It was dark by the time you got home. The parking lot was empty, the damaged cars had been towed, and there was just shards of broken glass to let you know anything took place. You made it to the mail box and heard running feet. It was Mir.

"Sorry!" he said slowing down and keeping his distance, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, I just happened to see you walking home and wanted to make sure you were okay from before. I'm really sorry I grabbed you like that and I hope you're not upset." his explanation came pouring out of his mouth like water.

"No, no no." you put your hands up when he stopped talking. "It's okay. I'm so very grateful you did what you did, and I'm really sorry I just bolted off like that." Somehow talking to him had become natural and a lot easier. "I hope I didn't cause any issues with the police." you said coming towards him.

"Nah, the guy in the car was drunk, he was arrested and there were some tow trucks in here which didn't make people very happy because it cut off their ability to park and all that. But I saw the whole thing so they got a full report so it shouldn't be that hard to convict them." you nodded.

"You're a good kisser." you blurted out, after a deep breath. Mir looked shocked and then laughed. Somehow his laugh made your tension ease so you didn't feel like you had just said something stupid.

"I promise it wasn't intentional, but if you enjoyed it then that's all I can hope for." he said truthfully looking a little embarassed.

"Would you like to go for ice cream... now... with me?" you asked. You had gotten through a lot today and felt you deserved to treat yourself. Mir smiled widely.

"Would you like to come over for dinner first? I've already started it, just waiting for the rice to finish." you smiled and nodded. Your heart was beating quickly, and normally it would have caused you panic but this was different. You liked this feeling. Mir offered his arm in an old fashioned gesture of manners, you took it and walked with him to his apartment.

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I'm determined to finish all these dammit! I think I'm going at a pretty good clip though. 1 or 2 a day? I haven't had very much inspiration lately to write. But I have the time, so that should count for somehting.

#mir #mblaq #kpop #kpop fanfiction #fanfic #one shot #requested

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For Telli, when Gongchan asks you to be his girlfriend :3

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GongChan / B1A4

Who; GongChan from B1A4

Plot; When GongChan asks you to be his Girlfriend

Requested by; Anon

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The sun slowly crept into the dorm room and with all of his bandmates, GongChan tried so hard to ignore it. Shoving his head under his pillow, until it was to difficult to breathe, he tried to wrap himself in the dark world of sleep. Manager hyung however wasn't having it.

"The day has started, please begin waking up." he said coming into the room and giving a leg shake, a shoulder pat, or a poke in the ribs to the members of B1A4. Each made a noise and attempted to move away from the cause of them waking up. GongChan, was no exception. He smiled when he thought of you. That was one of the only reasons he was happy about getting up. He knew you were going to be at the station when they had their performance later on. He smiled against the fabric of his pillow and even passed up on his chance to bathe first.

An hour later in the van while on the way to the radio station, GongChan was distracted. Usually the one to laugh the loudest, rivaled only by Sanduel, he would look at the wall and make hand motions as if he was going over a script in his head, over and over. He'd make discontented faces often throughout the day. It wasn't until fans would yell things like "Maknae smile bright again!" and "Rest soon GongChannie" that he realized his inner monolouge was coming through on his face. While eating on a short break between tv appearances, CNU looked at him curiously, and scooted closer to him on their side of the table.

"Yah, GongChannie ya, are you having troubles?" he asked quietly, while the others were listening to a funny story of Baro's with their Manager. Their Coordi Noona's were flitting around the room, getting the next set of outfits in the next colour scheme together for them to change after this appearance.

"Yes Hyung, why?" he asked trying to look innocent.

"Because you've been acting like a weirdo all day!" CNU said bluntly while trying to keep his voice down. GongChan's voice raised into his typical whine.

"Hyyyyuuung... why are you like this?"

"ME??" CNU asked with a face that plainly showed he was mildly offended but not really. "Why are YOU being like THIS?"

"I... I'm thinking about a lot of things recently, and I'm trying to draw conclusions. It's nothing serious but they're rather important." GongChan admitted.

"Hmm, well, if you need to talk I would suggest talking to one of us privately, because you know what happens when it becomes 'public knowledge'." GongChan nodded and rememebered when everyone was convinced that Baro was dating a friend of his just because they'd been seen in public together. Everyone in the group had caused almost as much of a rukus behind the scenes as the general public had. Poor Baro wasn't left alone until he had sworn on a stack of bibles, the lives of all their combined pets, and his childhood best friends life that they weren't dating.

You meanwhile were oblivious of any of this. You worked at the tv station because it was an internship for your Uni major which was television production. You wanted to eventually work your way into writing shows and directing them. But you felt that learning HOW a set should be created and run would help you make connections with people you could reach out to in the future for projects. You weren't very important in the grand scheme of things at the station. But you were more than just a gopher. (Go for coffee, go for lunch, go for office supplies, etc.)

You had met plenty of famous people at the tv station of course. Actors and Actresses, Idols, Trot stars, producers, company brass, etc. Truth be told you would make up drama's in your head of the people you met at the station each day and amused yourself while doing it. The only difference between all of those people, and GongChan was you had met once outside of the station. You weren't sure if anyone knew, but GongChan had slipped a note into your vest pocket giving you his Line Play account which was the only thing he had that wasn't public knowledge. He knew better than to give you his phone number. Phones were easy to lose, and get stolen by fans. So he only had the line play on his itouch that he used for music. He hardly ever used it, and when he did it was for music right before bed. So no one was the wiser for it.

You had talked for over a week. Typically at the end of the day, and it was more like a message board system because you were never free at the same time. Except once. GongChan was supposed to have gone home to his parents house because his family had a special event the next day, so he was dropped off at home. It was really late, and no one was up. Almost as soon as he came in and dropped off his bags, he was out the door again. You two met at a park bench near the Han River, and talked for over an hour. It was almost 1am when you dropped him back to his parents house. He left a message for you every morning wishing you a good day, and sent you a message each night he got in that he hoped you were sleeping well, and that he would talk to you again in the morning.

To be fair to the situation, your heart fluttered every time you woke up, and opened the app looking for those messages. He never failed to deliver. You were enjoying the attention and it was easy enough to keep to yourself. Not that any of your friends would have really questioned you. They were to busy drooling over the bad boys of Kpop like Zico, and Mino, and Rap Monster, to be concerned with who you liked or could possibly be talking to.

You heard his voice down the hall before you even turned around. Your skin broke out in prickles before he got anywhere close, before you even saw him. How did he do that? When did you become this person? You immediately regained your composure, chiding yourself for enjoying such ridiculous things like flirting, and focused instead on your work. You ushered them in and curtly informed their manager of their dressing room. You turned after bowing and headed back to the near stage with your clipboard. GongChan side stepped and caused the back of your hand and forearm to brush against his, very deliberately. But you were walking so fast no one noticed. No one but you. Your breath caught in your throat and you almost started to cough after inhaling spit, but you managed to get to the end of the hall before you gave in to the need.

GongChan on the other hand smiled at the feeling of your hand against his and decided that after all the talking he had done to himself today, he was going to do it. He was going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

The show came and went, and while on their way out, GongChan slipped a note into your pocket without anyone seeing him. He was getting really good at it. You found it later after you'd gotten home and were getting ready to put your vest, which normally held sound packs and extra batteries, in the wash.

"________ -ah I just wanted to say I thought you looked really pretty today, and if you'd like to meet tomorrow, I'm going back home and would like to see you again before we start working on our next album. Hyung said it'll start after the weekend and we have 3 days of rest. Please let me know asap. Sleep well! GongChan"

Your stomach flipped and tied itself in knots. He was so adorable, how could you say no?? You tapped open your phone and opened his Line Play name, and sent him a message saying all he had to do was tell you where and when and you'd be there. You felt it may have been a little more forward than you were used to, but that note had really done something to you.

GongChan and the other members were busying themselves around the dorm packing up their clothes and skin care, accessories, and food items that they'd be taking home with them. Later, when the dorm was quiet, and the lights were out, GongChan opened his Line Play and saw your message. He bit his bottom lip to keep from squealing at how happy he was. He suggested the same park bench, the following evening, and went to sleep to dream of you.

The next night on the park bench, you sat for almost 20 minutes, feeling like you were going to throw up. You were so nervous and excited and giddy at getting to see him again. And before you knew it, there he was, sitting beside you.

"So very sorry I'm late. I had to wait for my parents to go to bed before I could leave. They're still very protective of me going out on my own, for obvious reasons." he rushed, and almost regretted that sentence since it could have been seen that he was bragging about important he was. You didn't take it that way though.

"It's okay Chingu," you smiled, "I'm just glad you came. Ahh, sorry about being so short at the tv station.." you mentioned looking guilty, and nervous laughed. "I was under a lot of pressure that day and didn't want to add any tension to you and your group mates." you finished lamely. It was a piss poor excuse but it would be even harder and more embarassing to admit the truth at that point. His heart swelled a bit when you called him your friend, and apologized for being curt. It meant you weren't really, really, like that.

"It's okay, I saw a lot of people there, it was a really big show. I think it's because a lot of artists, like us are going back to the studio to start writing again. It was a finale sort of." he said nodding. You both sat in silence for a little while. People walked behind you, oblivious to who you were. Couples arm in arm, friends getting home from late studies, Insomniacs who just couldn't sleep, just anyone. You let your mind wander a bit and wondered if you could write a script about this type of scenario.

"Don't you think so?" he asked bringing you back from your thoughts.

"Hmm, sorry what?" you blurted. You covered your mouth with your hand and blushed. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't listening. I... have a pretty bad habit of day dreaming." you admitted while the blush in your cheeks deepend to a rosey scarlet.

"Heh, how do you day dream at night?" he asked bumping shoulders with you. You chuckled.

"I want to be a writer... for TV shows and drama's, maybe even movies one day... that's why I work at the tv station. I want to learn every aspect of creating a production. The cameras and placement, the lighting, sound effects, the writing of a script, all of it. And I tend to... write scripts in my head about situations or people, and I just kind of lose myself to it sometimes."

"That's so awesome! Do you write them all day?" he asked excitedly. You appreciated just how quickly he skipped over the embarassing part of everything you just admitted and acted as if it was a normal, everybody does it, occurence.

"I have a few i've started writing. I always end up with more new ideas before I can flesh out the ones I already have. It's becoming a real problem. I'm going to need a bigger white board at home soon." you laughed.

"Tell me about some of them?" GongChan asked with puppy dog eyes behind his medical mask. You blushed a bit again, but told him about several of the scripts you'd started, who you thought would be good for the part and you both spoke back and forth about roles and what it took to be a good actor.

"It's getting really late, we really should be heading home. Would you like me to drop you off home?" you offered. He smiled, you could tell because of his eye smile, and nodded. You both walked toward the car. He took a deep breathe, counted to 5 and darting his hand out, took yours lightly. You were surprised but you didn't move away. His hand was warm, although a bit clammy. It was the first time you thought maybe he was as nervous being around you, as you were being around him. With still about 10 minutes to walk down the path to the parking lot, you closed your hand around his and smiled walking like that to the car.

You drove to his house and the butterflies in your stomach became more noticable. He was also very quiet, but looked very contented. He'd taken off the medical mask in the car and taken his fur lined hood down. You pulled into a spot near the far fence of his house, put the car in park, and waited. When he made no move to leave you turned the car off, and turned in your seat to look at him.

"Aren't you goin to-" you started.

"________-ya, be my girlfriend." he asked quickly.

"I.. what?" you asked stopping short. "Your.. girlfriend? Are... are you even allowed to do that?" you questioned.

"I don't know. We've never asked Manager Hyung if we're allowed to date. I'm sure it won't be well recieved because of the complications, but it will be easier because you're not an idol. Not that it would matter either way. I really really like you, and I know I'm being a little blunt and brutish, but I can't help it. I want to make sure I get the chance before some other guy comes and swoops you up." He sounded so adorable and earnest in his plea that you almost laughed in his face.

"Yes. I will be your girlfriend. I like you too. And I promise I won't say anything. You had better at the very least tell your manager hyung though. I don't think he would appreciate, if it got out, not knowing what was going on. Your groupmates as well." you explained seriously.

GongChan hardly heard you though, he was still beaming that you'd said yes. He nodded though and got out of the car. You watched him in the rear view walk slowly toward his front porch. You got out of the car as well and he turned hearing the noise. You left your car door open and after looking around, making sure there were no faces or lights on, you kissed his cheek and hugged him around the waist. He inhaled sharply and almost backed away, before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hugging you back.

You didn't get pleasant hugs very often, and you were reluctant to let go but you didn't want to tarry to long and risk getting caught. He felt you pull away and kissed your cheek back, and taking your hands kissed them as well. You laid a hand on his face and swiped your thumb over his cheek with such tenderness he almost lost himself for a moment.

"Sleep well ________-ah" he whispered leaning his forehead on yours. You smiled.

"You sleep well too GongChan, message me when you get the chance, and tell me what your Manager says." you whispered back. You pulled your hands away gently, got back into your car, and drove away toward your house. You were on the highway, and turning up some music, screamed at the top of your voice at everything that just happened. You could NOT believe any of it.

GongChan meanwhile stood outside, and watched your car turn the corner from his street and jumped three times in the air and fist bumped himself and did all manner of ridiculous "I've won" type of motions before quietly creeping into the house out of breath. He slipped into his room, and had just finished putting on his PJ's when his door cracked open and his mother poked her head in.

"Yah, I know you're on vacation but get some sleep please." she whispered sternly. He bowed and smiled at his mother and crawled into bed. She turned the light off for him, and closing the door, went back down the hall to her bedroom, completely unaware of how much her son's life had just changed.

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This one took me a little bit longer to do. I felt like the Hee Chul one was really short, so I tried to lengthen this one.

Also I've found, and maybe I'm just a noob for not doing this before, that listening to music from the group i'm writing a scenario from helps? I know I used to do it before when I was uploading my stuff on Asianfanfic.com but I don't know what happened to my account there. I think I let it lapse. Oh well. One more story down. I think I have 10 to go. I need to remember how to update the updates page as well. Tumblr, y u so complicated now? FML.

#b1a4 #gongchan #kpop #kpop scnarios #one shots

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[Telli-unnie] When for the first time in all the time that you know him, you catch THE Kim Heechul crying.

Posted. After literally forever.

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HeeChul / Super Junior

Who; HeeChul of Super Junior

Plot; When you catch him crying

Requested by Anon

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You couldn't imagine what had happened. HeeChul had shown his soft side and cried about the usual things. His friends leaving, his worry over his leader, children who were amazing and didn't deserve the circumstances they were in. But he'd never outright shown them to you. Granted, you and he hadn't dated for very long. A few months at most. After your 100 days, you'd lost count, and weren't the type to keep track of that kind of thing.

But here you were, in your apartment, with him crying in front of you on your couch. You'd walked into your apartment, and he was just there, staring off into the distance, with streams of tears racing each other down the contours of his face. To say that you were not only surprised but also concerned was an understatement. It had to be something really big or really bad or a combination there of for him to show you his tears. Normally if he was emotional he'd hide it from you. But he saw you come in, never flinched, never tried to wipe away the evidence, never denied anything, just sat and let the feelings wash over him.

While you sat there looking at him expectantly, he never said a word, so neither did you. You weren't sure what you really should say, or if you should say anything at all. Did you ask him if he was okay? Surely not. If he was okay would he be crying if he was alright? Signs pointed to no. And you could only imagine the slick answer you'd get if you asked a ridiculous question like that. HeeChul had that habit of making, what you thought were good questions, into some of the most unncessary things in the world. How he did it, you'd never know. He just had this way of thinking circles around you which made you pretty frustrated a lot of the time.

His shifting on the couch and turning his body to lean on the arm of the couch, momentarily brought you out of your thought process. Again you questioned of whether you should ask him anything. You sat down next to him on the couch. You didn't say a word, and you didn't touch him. If being with HeeChul had taught you anything, was that patience was key. It was best for him to bring it up.

Thinking back, everything you knew about HeeChul stemmed from him being this mix of "i'm the shit" and "my friends are the most precious things to me" which was really odd. To say that he was unique was an understatement. You absently played with a stray string on your cardigan sleeve that had been bothering you all day. You thought back to the first time you'd seen HeeChul. It was on tv. Obviously. He was on a variety show, and they brought out a little blind girl who could play the piano. HeeChul had cried then, and everything you'd been told about him being this cocky guy was torn to shreds. In retrospect that's probably why he was intrigued by you.

You didn't act nervous around him. You didn't act like a fan. Which is why, when he called you a few days later you weren't all that surprised. It may sound egotistical but you knew you had a better chance than most. The way you just sort of sauntered into his life, and all but took over caused you to smile and lightly chuckle. You were so lost in your thoughts you instinctivly leaned your head on his arm. He looked over at you, you looked up at him, and without realizing it, blurted out,

"I'm really glad you're here with me Oppa." and smiled that smile that secretly melted his heart. His eyes welled up with a fresh wave of tears, and he sniffed. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close, and surprisingly he let you. "Shhhh, don't cry anymore Oppa, whatever it is, you shouldn't spend so much time and energy on it. We're together now and while I can't fix everything, just rest awhile here with me, and hopefully we can figure out a solution."

Your words caused him to sniffle slightly, but he conformed to the curves of your body and got comfortable. It didn't take long for him to stop crying altogether, and to fall asleep.

"Rest well sweetheart." you whispered into his hair, and rubbed his back.

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OMG I've gotten back into my tumblr after forever! It's been WAY too long.

#kimheechul #HeeChul #SuperJunior #fanfic #oneshot #scenario #Kpop Scenarios

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