BAP SCENARIOS

**Sorry this is so late. I wrote it on my lunch break at work today! Sorry if it’s kind of the same as the rest.. it’s hard to write out fights like this.**

You and Jongup were sitting on the couch in his apartment. Your eyes were locked on his as his seemed to be looking completely through you. You had lost count of the minutes and you could slowly feel your eyes watering. Your mind was full of thoughts and you could feel your heart start to race as he slowly moved towards you. His lips took yours and your eyes closed momentarily, letting yourself enjoy the feel of his soft lips.
“Jongup!” You whined, blinking your eyes rapidly, trying to get the moisture back.
“I win!” He said, giving you another quick kiss.
“You totally cheated!!” You said with a pout. Jongup leaned forward and kissed you deeply, apologizing for upsetting you. When he drew back he smiled. “Do you want to play again?”  You were about to accept the challenge when you heard a knock at his door. he looked at you with a confused expression before getting up to see who was there.
    ”Hey Sejin, I, um, wasn’t expecting you.” His voice showed his confusion.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call! I heard you were home on vacation and I thought i would surprise you!” A female voice replied. You were nervous. Your relationship with Jongup hadn’t gone public yet and if anyone found out, it could be disastrous for the both of you. You considered standing and moving yo his room, but to do that, you would have to cross in front of the door. You moved further away from the door and prayed she would leave quickly.
“Are you going to let me in?” She asked. Jongup looked over at you, unsure of what to do. “Jongup, I’ve seen this place messy before, it’s fine!” She tried to walk in, but he stopped her. You heard her laugh and your heartbeat raced.
“Why are you being so silly, Jongie?” she asked flirtatiously. “You’re acting like you’re going to get caught with some girl in the apartment!” She shoved past him and turned to sit down on the couch, but she froze. Her eyes met with yours and your mouth went dry. You heard Jongup sigh and you looked over to see him running his fingers through his messy hair.
“Sejin, meet _____.” You nervously stood and reached for her hand, but she turned and looked at Jongup, who was still standing awkwardly by the door.
“Is this your girlfriend?” She asked bluntly. Jongup nodded and Sejin turned to face you, looking you over in a judgmental way. You felt like she was tearing you to pieces with her eyes, so you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself. Jongup cleared his throat and you both looked at him. His eyes wandered around the room and you knew it was hard for him to speak. “Sejin, I really need you to heep this a secrey. Please. No one is supposed to know about this other than my bandmates and the CEO of the company. If anyone else finds out, we could both be in a bit of trouble.” He explained. She sat down on the couch, far away from you, and glared at you before sending a warm smile to Jongup.
“Don’t worry! I wont say anything. Especially since she wont last long.” Her smile was kind, but her eyes seemed to be lit on fire.
“Sejin!” Jongup snapped her name, offended. you wanted to speak up, say something to prove her wrong, but you were afraid of her.
“Seriously, Jongup. You can do SO much better.” She smirked wickedly at you and Jongup clenched his jaw.
“That’s enough, Sejin.” He said through clenched teeth. Sejin just laughed.
“Oh come on, Jongie, let’s be honest. Do you honestly think you’ll be with her forever? Do you think she loves you enough for that?”
Your jaw dropped.
“Look at her. Average looks, no sense in fashion, not the best body. Besides, I’m sure she only likes you because you spoil her.”
Your feet moved you closer to her.
“Save yourself the trouble and just dump her now before she wastes any more of your time. You could honestly find a better, hotter, girl in no time.”
Without another thought you reached forward and shoved her, sending her falling forwards. She spun on you and you could only hear the sound of her hand hitting your face. You watched as Jongup tried to pull her back, but she kicked him in the groin and he fell to the ground. You stood up and faced her again. “Who do you think you are?” You asked her. “You came to my boyfriend’s house and starting picking fights?!” You yelled.
“Well, who do you think YOU are? Huh?” She questioned. “Some dumb whore that’s going to break Jongup’s heart once he doesn’t want to buy you nice things anymore. Am I right? Just leave him! I wont let you hurt him!” She snapped, shoving you backwards.
“Get out.” You told her.
She shook her head.
“Get out now!” You yelled. You looked at Jongup, who was still sitting on the floor with his hands in his lap. She must have kicked him hard. He looked at you apologetically and you knew he couldn’t kick her out. If he did, she would tell everyone about the two of you, then claim that you attacked her and Jongup would be the one to get hurt from it.
You took a deep breath and placed your hands on her shoulders, forcefully pushing her towards the door. You opened it quickly and shoved her out, causing her to fall on her ass. You smirked at her, feeling very powerful. “Look, Sejin, I don’t know how long you’ve been friends with Jongup, but you don’t know him at all, and you sure as hell don’t know me. So shut up and get out of here.” She looked up at you and whined Jongup’s name. You felt him come to stand behind you, finally rid of the pain. “I’m sorry, Sejin. I love her. I know she’s not using me, and I’m not letting her go just because you don’t like her.” His voice was still gentle and you knew that she had to have been close with him years ago. She stood up and was clearly angry. “Fine! But don’t expect me to keep my mouth shut! I hope the fans find you and beat you up!” She said.
“Fine. Tell them!” You snapped. She and Jongup just looked at you.
“I don’t care. Tell the world. I would rather fight off angry fans than have you trying to blackmail us.” You told her. She looked hurt, but she quickly turned and began to walk down the hall, clearly defeated and embarrassed.
Jongup closed the door and pulled you into his arms.
“I’m so sorry, _____.” He whispered, embarrassed that he hadn’t been able to do anything. “I’ve known her since I was a child. She’s been in love with me for years. I’m so sorry! I didn’t think this would happen!” He cupped your face in his hands and gently stroked a red spot on your face. You winced at his touch, but quickly got over it and pulled him closer.
“It’s alright. It’s not your fault. Technically, she could’ve been alright if I hadn’t shoved her.” You told him. “Besides, maybe it’s better that people know about us…” You weren’t so sure you believed your own words.  Jongup sighed. “It’ll make things harder. We wont be able to go out without cameras and fans attacking us, You’ll get a lot of hate messages, I’ll probably lose fans…” He voiced his concerns. You kissed his chest through his t-shirt and looked up at him.
“I know. Just promise not to abandon me and I’ll be okay.” You said as you rested your head on his chest.
“I promise. You can’t abandon me either, though. I’m going to need these hugs.” He said, burying his face in your hair. You let out a scared laugh, knowing your relationship was about to get harder. You stepped back and looked into his eyes, deeply.  He kept your gaze as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him. As your lips brushed against his, his eyes closed, prepared for an intimate moment. You kissed him gently, letting your lips linger on his for a moment before you finally closed your eyes. He pulled back and you smiled at him.
“I win.”

*Another old one*

You were sitting at the table after a nice meal with your man. You had spent hours cooking homemade pasta, salad, and bread, and Yongguk had devoured it within minutes. You were glad he liked it. You both sat for a while, sipping champagne and telling the other about your day. After hearing a story about your crazy co-workers, Yongguk asked you to ‘sit tight’ while he ran into the kitchen for something. A short while later he returned with a bowl of melted chocolate and the best looking strawberries you had ever seen! He placed them in front of you and watched as your eyes widened. “This is homemade chocolate!” He told you, a prideful grin spreading across his face. “I would’ve made the strawberries too, but I’m not God…” You laughed at his joke and smiled at him. It was rare to see him like this. He enjoyed making you smile, but usually by making silly jokes, rubbing your back, or listening as you talked about whatever was on your mind. Candies and flowers only appeared on your anniversary or Birthday, but tonight there was a large bouquet of roses waiting for you when you got home. Yongguk wasn’t a boring guy, he just wasn’t usually romantic. He mixed the chocolate with a spoon. You didn’t like chocolate very often, but for some reason you couldn’t help but let your mouth water. He dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and handed it to you. “I know you’re not a huge fan of chocolate, but I wanted to show you that I’m not always such a tough guy.” He laughed as an embarrassed pink spread to his cheeks. It was cute to see him trying. You took a bite of the strawberry. It was amazing. “Yongguk! This is really good!” You told him. He looked as surprised as you were, but the expression didn’t last long. You finished off the strawberry and noticed his eyes were suspicious. You looked at him for a moment, your eyes asking all the questions. He laughed and looked back at the bowl of chocolate. “I made extra….” he grinned, moving his face close to yours. “Just in case you wanted to have some fun later?” You playfully pushed his face away, leaving chocolate on his lips. You had to admit that he had you where he wanted you, but you didn’t mind. “Oh you think you’re getting lucky tonight?” You teased. He laughed again as you leaned forward to kiss the chocolate away. “I knew this was a good idea…” He said before kissing you.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment seemed different today. You had a normal day, doing the same thing you’ve done every day for the past year. You woke up, went to work, had lunch with Himchan, went back to work and now you were arriving at home. In your hands you were holding a box of pizza. Himchan said he didn’t want you cooking and there was no way you were letting him cook, so Pizza was the best option for dinner. As you got closer to the apartment, you smelled something interesting. It smelled like cinnamon, sugar, burnt butter, and bread all  left in the oven too long. You stopped at your front door and realized the smell was coming from inside. Panic rushed through your body and you quickly fumbled with the keys and ran inside.  Once inside, you kicked off your shoes, set the pizza on the floor, and ran into the kitchen.  You weren’t quite sure what to make of what you were seeing. Your counter was covered in white dust, brown goo, and black flakes. Himchan was staring at you as if he had seen a ghost. “Ah, You’re home…” He said, his eyes noticing the mess he had made. You nodded, still shocked at the disaster. As if someone had just flipped an ‘on’ switch, Himchan ran around the kitchen throwing things on a plate. Within minutes he handed you what appeared to be a cupcake. “Surprise!” He said, smiling nervously. You took the plate and stared at it, completely unsure of what to do. Himchan stood against the counter, watching intently as you examined it. “Take a bite!” He ordered. You picked it up and slowly brought it to your mouth. You bit down, but suddenly stopped. You bit harder, but nothing happened. You took the cupcake away from your mouth and, wiping the icing away, realized that it was as hard as a rock. Himchan’s expression went from excitement to panic as he realized what happened. His arms hung by his side and he dropped his head. “I’ll start cleaning up..” He mumbled as you stood staring at the cupcake. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Thank you.” You told him, squeezing him tightly. He turned around. “Why? I ruined the cupcakes! I was going to surprise you, but I guess something didn’t work out right…” He scratched his head as he tried to figure it out and you just laughed. “Thank you for surprising me. Trust me, I was really surprised!” You told him, looking around the kitchen. He smirked as you hugged him again. You took a step back and made a funny face. “What?” He asked. “Do I have something on my face?” You stood on your toes to get a better look and smeared icing on his cheek. “You do now!” You laughed as he chased you out of the kitchen.

You hated not knowing where you were going. Daehyun was also very good at keeping his mouth shut. You two were driving around town looking at the night lights when he mentioned that it was ‘almost time’, but didn’t say anything more. You asked him multiple times what he meant, but each time he denied saying anything and teased that you were losing your mind. You pouted and looked out the window as he kept driving. A half hour later, Daehyun pulled over to the side of the road. “Do you trust me?” He asked holding up a blindfold. You leaned away and reminded him how much you disliked not knowing. He sighed. “That’s not what I asked. Do you trust me.” You thought about it for a minute and decided to give in. He had never done anything bad to you before, so you had no choice but to trust him. He gently tied the material over your eyes and made sure you couldn’t see before he started driving again. He started singing along with the radio and after a while, you forgot you were blindfolded and just enjoyed his relaxing voice. When the car stopped, you remembered where you were and began to nag him about taking the blindfold off. He only laughed and got out of the car. You heard your door open and felt his arms lift you from the seat. “Daehyun, what’s going on?” You asked. He said nothing as he carried you up stairs. You felt a cool breeze on your skin and you knew you were outside. He set you down and you could feel the blindfold being lifted off. Before you was a table for two on the rooftop of some building. “I know how much you love lights, and I felt like taking you here…” He explained, hoping you weren’t too mad at him. You took his hand and squeezed it. “This is wonderful, Daehyun. Thank you.” He led you to the table and you noticed two glasses sitting on either side. He grinned and pulled a cooler from underneath the table. Suddenly, a strong breeze showed up and knocked both glasses off the table. Daehyun stood there, shocked and irritated, while you couldn’t help but laugh. He sighed and started scooping up the glass pieces and you bent down to help. “I was going to make this awesome dessert with oreos and pudding. It was going to look really cool in the glass…” He tried explaining it to you, but you had stopped paying attention. He stood up to throw the glass shards away and you reached into the cooler and pulled out everything that was inside.  When he came back he saw you smiling with two spoons in your hand. “Just because it’s not beautiful doesn’t mean it tastes bad.” You told him, crumbling an oreo over the pudding. You scooped some up and moved it towards his mouth, but he refused. “Give me the spoon.” You handed it over and he pressed it to your lips. “I want you to have the first bite.” He said, smiling romantically.

You were sitting in the bathtub in your swimsuit. It was a very hot summer day and the tub was the closest thing to a swimming pool you could find. You filled it with cold water and had spent a good portion of your day in there. Youngjae had spent a long time with you, but he had recently run off, saying something about a brilliant idea. That boy always had brilliant ideas. A couple hours later he called you out of the bathroom saying he had something to show you. You groaned and got out, throwing on a light colored sundress over your swimsuit. You walked into the living room and saw that there was a paused video game on the screen. ‘So that’s what he’s been doing…’ you thought to yourself as you made your way towards the kitchen. Youngjae stood by the freezer with an evil look on his usually sweet face. “Are you cooled off now?” He asked. You shook your head. It didn’t matter how long you were in there, you still felt like you were on fire. He told you to close your eyes. “Let me try something, I’ve heard that this works.” You were hesitant, but closed your eyes regardless. Suddenly you felt something cold on your shoulder. Not cool, like a wet rag, but COLD..like ice. Your eyes shot open and you looked down and saw a Popsicle being pressed to your skin. You glanced up at him as he ran the treat down your arm, making you shiver. “Feeling better?” He asked, a bit of trickery in his voice. You nodded. He removed the popsicle from your skin and set it on the counter. He opened the freezer and pulled out two more, handing one to you. “Come sit with me, I just got to this new level!” He exclaimed as he pulled you towards the couch.

You were walking home from school when you heard a familiar voice behind you, calling your name. You turned around and saw your boyfriend, Jongup, running after you. “Can you come over tonight? I have something cool to show you!” He told you, his eyes begging for you to accept. You nodded, thankful for the opportunity to spend time with him. He kissed you on the cheek and told you goodbye. Later that evening you arrived at the dorm, completely soaked. It had started raining and you had left your umbrella at home. You had considered turning around and changing, but you were almost there and didn’t want to waste time. You knocked on the door and Jongup opened it immediately. He looked you over and pulled you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was raining. I’ve been so busy!” He rubbed your arms to warm you up. “If I’d realized, I would’ve gone to meet you!” You hugged him tightly, hardly paying attention to what he was saying. He backed up and smiled at you. “But you’re here! I kicked the guys out, they’re going to see a movie or something.” You laughed, knowing it probably wasn’t easy for him to kick them all out. They loved teasing the two of you. He ran into his room and brought back a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. “I’m sorry, this is all I have, but it should be warmer than your wet clothes.” He grinned and handed them to you. You ran to the bathroom and changed. The clothes were big, but they were warm and smelled like him. You hugged yourself for a moment, enjoying the smell, and walked back out to your boyfriend. He stood in the kitchen smiling as if he had been waiting for you. You looked at him and laughed. “What are you smiling at, silly?” He looked down shyly and then stepped to the side. On the table he had placed a very large banana split. There were two bananas, cherries, strawberries, chocolate, whipped cream, and sprinkles on top of at least 4 scoops of ice cream. “Jongup!” You exclaimed, walking over to the table. “Is this what you were wanting to show me?” He came up behind you and hugged you. “Kinda. I wanted to spend time with you and show you how much I care about you.” He kissed the top of your head and you giggled, loving how warm he was. “Shall we eat this before it melts?” He asked, reaching in front of you and grabbing a spoon. You took it and sat down across from him. “Thank you. This is really special.” You told him. “Only because you’re here.” He replied.

It was late Saturday morning. You had just been laying in bed reading a book and wishing your boyfriend would call you, when suddenly your phone began to ring. You recognized that ringtone immediately and nearly jumped on your phone. “Helloooo!” Zelo’s voice was clear and cheerful, you couldn’t help but smile. “What are you doing today?” He asked. You could tell he was excited about something. “I’m staying home today, why are you so energetic?” You asked, hoping he would have some exciting story to tell you. You loved his stories. “I’m take a break. I’ve had a lot of sugar today too! The members and I are having a lot of fun though!” You smiled. “I’m glad they’re taking care of you!” He laughed and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You two talked for a few minutes more before he said he had to go and get back to work. “Talk to you later!” He chimed as he hung up the phone. You stared at the phone silently for a minute, wishing his voice was still coming through it. Your conversations never seemed long enough, even when you talked for hours. You felt your mood slowly drop and you decided to clean the house to get your mind off of Zelo. Hours later you plopped onto the couch, exhausted, and turned on the TV. You watched some music program for a while, but had to turn it off when Zelo came on the screen. You loved to watch him perform, but today you were really missing him. You tossed the remote on the couch and crossed your arms. Suddenly the doorbell rang. You were confused! Who would be at the door? You got up and went to look through the peephole, but only saw pink. You opened the door slowly and saw Zelo standing there with a plastic container and a pink rose. You were so surprised to see him that you couldnt move. “Can I come in?” He asked playfully. You were barely able to nod as you backed up, letting him in. He set the gifts on the floor and held his arms open. “hug me!” He ordered. That’s all it took to break your trance. You smiled and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. He held you for a few minutes, his hands rubbing your back. “I missed you so much that I had to come see you.” He confessed, letting go of you only to brush the hair off your face and kiss your forehead. His eyes opened wide as he remembered the container by the door. He let go of you and picked up the box and the rose. “This is for you!” He handed you the rose. You smelled it and realized it was fake. You looked at him, confused, and he laughed. “It wont die! Which means that you can always look at it and think of me!” You smiled and held it close. “I’ll put it next to the stuffed robot you got me last month!” You laughed. He handed you the container. “This is what I’ve been working on all day.” He told you. You opened the lid and saw a ton of little gummy hearts and stars. “I tried to make them by myself, but the first batch turned out…bad.” He confessed. “So the others helped me with these. We had to sample a lot, so I know these are the best!” He said, picking one up. “Here! Try it!” He pushed a heart towards your mouth. You bit into half it and laughed, noticing that it was really sticky. You held it in your teeth as you set the container back on the floor. Before you had a chance to put the rest in your mouth, Zelo bit the other half, his lips barely touching yours.

**As I said, this was old. I think my very first scenario! BUT..it wasn’t on this page!)

You walked into the gym late at night. You were having a rough day behind the sound board and needed something to distract you, so what could be better than a workout? As you entered the doorway, Youngguk stepped in front of you, obviously just leaving. He looked you up and down and grinned. “What are you doing here so late?” he asked. “I had a bad day and I needed to think.” Your eyes moved to the equipment behind him and he laughed. “I see! Well, I’m on my way to the showers, everyone else went home already. You should just come with me.” he grinned playfully, “I’ll help you with a more enjoyable workout.” His eyes narrowed and filled with lust. Your eyes widened and you shoved past him to hide your embarrassment. Without warning, he grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. He brought his face close to yours. “I would really like it if you joined me.” he whispered seductively. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the shower.

it was 6am and you were barely able to drag yourself into the gym before rehearsal. There weren’t many people there, but you ignored all of them regardless. You sat down in a corner and started to stretch, your body not wanting to move.
Suddenly Himchan stood in front of you, a dorky grin plastered on his face. “Come on, we both know you can do better than that!” He teased, receiving a kick from you. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. “I was just going to the showers.” He whispered, his voice hinting at something. The lightbulb went on and you backed up. “Nope!” You replied and walked away from him. He laughed. In the sweetest, most evil voice you’ve ever heard he calls you back. “Ya! You can workout later. I want you to help me now! Or else!” You shot him a glare. “Or else what?” You asked. He walked right up to you and grinned. “Are you sure you really want to find out?

You had just finished your vocal rehearsal and decided to work out and relieve some stress. On your way to the gym you passed a group of guys heading for the showers. You stopped to let them pass when one of them stopped. It was Daehyun. The other boys shot him questioning looks, but he told them to go on ahead. He smiled at you and asked how rehearsals were going. You sighed and told him how stressful it was, knowing he would understand. He listened intently and when you were finished he took your water bottle from you, taking a sip out of it. You looked at him and he playfully placed his arm on your shoulder. “What you need is a hot shower.” He advised. He stepped back and winked before walking away, still holding your water bottle.

You had just started running on the treadmill when you heard familiar voices behind you. You slowed down and turned slightly to see Youngjae telling his friends to go to the showers without him. They laughed as they left and Youngjae walked to the front of your machine, checking you out. You stopped walking and asked what he might need. Youngjae grinned “Well, I was going to shower, but I didn’t want to leave you alone.” You mentioned that there were others and he glanced around the room. That’s when you realized everyone had followed the other boys out of the gym. You looked at Youngjae who was smiling smugly. “I’ll be fine!” you told him, starting up the machine again. He reached over and turned it off. Before you could glare at him you noticed the sensual expression in his eyes. “I have a better idea..” he said, walking over to lock the gym door. “How about I teach you some new moves…”

You and Jongup had been working on the same dance routine for hours now and you were getting frustrated. Jongup suggested stopping for the day and you weren’t about to disagree. You sat down and began to drink from your water bottle when he suddenly took off his shirt. Shocked by his perfect body, you dropped your water bottle, causing him to look in your direction. You were flustered so you quickly stood up and walked to the door. “You go ahead and shower, I’m going to use the gym for a bit.” he laughed softly and grabbed your hand, pulling you against his bare chest. “how about we both shower and then watch a movie?” He slid his hands to your hips and you couldn’t help but blush. He grinned. “I’ll be waiting…” he said as he walked out the door.

You were annoyed. You had been trying to finish these lyrics since the night before, but nothing was working. You stormed out of the room you were in and headed for the company gym. On your way, you weren’t paying attention and ran into someone, causing you to fall to the floor. A hand reached down to help you up, and you looked at Zelo’s smiling face. “Sorry..” you mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “I wasn’t watching…”
He laughed. “It’s okay! I could’ve moved out of your way!” You both made small conversation for a few minutes before he stopped. “Hey, I’m going to take a shower now…all alone….” His eyes grew dark.
“Are you wanting company…?” You asked hesitantly. He grinned and stood closer to you. “Nah, but when I’m done I could use some help with my science homework!” He pecked your cheek and ran off, leaving you more annoyed than before.

**Written by Mae @Elemint-scenarios **

“Go ahead!” you told your friend’s daughter, as she ran enthusiastically to the next ride at Everland. You waved happily in her direction as she bounced in place, impatiently waiting her turn. Leaning against the gate, you watched her for a few moments. Your eyes wandered slowly around the area, observing the other people as they walked by.

When the ride finished, the little girl walked towards you slowly, chattering with another child she had befriended on the ride. You chuckled at her youthful friendliness, able to become close to someone in a matter of minutes. As the two girls ran in your direction, the new friend climbed into the arms of a tall boy with dark brown hair, his nose and mouth covered by a black mask.

“Will you come on the next ride with me?” she asked your friend’s daughter, pulling her hand gently. She looked from you to her cousin with expectant, pleading eyes, and you nodded once, giving your permission. The boy did the same, and the girls ran off again into the next line.

As the boy walked closer to you, his eyes sparked recognition in your mind. You hesitated at first. Would he be annoyed if you asked? He seemed friendly and relaxed, and you decided to take the chance.

“This might sound kind of weird, but is your name Jongup?” He nodded, lowering the mask slightly to offer you a small smile.

“Yeah.” He looked to you with a glint in his eyes, as though begging you not to react with wild excitement. You nodded slowly.

“Oh…that’s nice,” you said, mentally slapping yourself for the awkward atmosphere you had created around yourself. He seemed relieved by your casual response, taking another step closer and recapturing the conversation.

Your friend’s daughter and his cousin continued to play with each other for the duration of the day in the amusement park. You found yourself on very few of the attractions, directing your attention instead to Jongup’s sense of humor and friendly chatting. The sun began to sink below the horizon, and you looked at your watch with reluctance.

“I think it’s almost time to go,” you said to the girl, allowing her to partake in one last ride. You turned to Jongup with a smile. “Thanks for making today entertaining,” you said. “I think they had fun together.” He grinned.

“I had fun too.” He paused, as though mulling over a stray thought. “Do you think I could…get your number?” His eyes widened, with a hopeful roundness in their shape. You took his phone from his hands, typing it in slowly.

“Of course you can.” You handed it back to him, smiling with what you hoped was a grin of confidence. He waved goodbye as he took his cousin’s hand, walking in the opposite direction of the parking lot. As you approached your car, your friend’s daughter smiled at you with a knowing expression on your face.

“You like him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, mock confusion on your face. She rolled her eyes, emulating the sassy attitude unique to small children.

“I know you like him!” You turned away, stifling the smile growing on your cheeks. 

**These just keep getting weirder and weirder… Sorry about that. **

It was Jongup’s birthday. You hadn’t gotten him a gift, so you decided to walk down town and see if any shops would have something he might like. You peeked inside a few different bookstores, music stores, and electronics stores, but nothing caught your eye.  You leaned against a wall and sighed. It wasn’t usually this hard to find something for him. “Are you looking for something, miss?” You heard a voice beside you. You turned to look at a man a little older than you. “I’m trying to find a birthday gift for my boyfriend, but I can’t find anything.” You told him. He nodded and smiled kindly at you. “I have a small comic book and action figure store in my van. I’m currently trying to save money to buy a shop, but maybe you’d want to come take a look?” Your eyes lit up and you quickly agreed, following him down an alley.  When you got to the van, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He had millions of comics as well as every action figure from each series. You found one you thought Jongup might like and you asked how much. “Since you’re such a pretty girl, I’ll give it to you for free.” He told you. You blushed at the compliment and thanked him. “Would you mind helping me with something before you go?” He asked. You were grateful for the gift, so you said you would. “I lost my cell phone in the back seat of the truck and I’m too big to look under the seats. Would you mind?” You laughed and willingly crawled into the back, not knowing the dangers of entering the vehicle. Suddenly the door slammed shut, locking you inside. You spun around and noticed the man smiling evily at you. He walked around to the driver side and got in. “Stay back there if you want to live.” He warned. You started shaking, terrified of what had just happened. You reached into your purse for your phone, but realized it was missing. “Looking for something?” He asked. You looked up at him and noticed your cell phone in his right hand. “Give that back!” You screamed. “So you can call the cops?” He joked, throwing it out the window. You started crying and decided to just lay on the seat. There wasn’t much else you could do. He stopped at a stop light  and had just turned to look at you when you felt the car jerk forward. “What the hell…” The driver cursed and got out. You jumped up and tried to open your door, but it was useless. You heard yelling from outside the car, but you couldn’t make out the words. You wanted to scream, to let someone know you were in there, but you couldn’t get any noise to come out. Suddenly, the door of the van opened and the driver grabbed you by the hair, dragging you outside. The sun was bright and you squinted you eyes in pain. You felt cold metal against your throat and you let out a small cry. “Give me the keys!” He screamed at someone nearby. “If you don’t give me the keys, I’ll cut her up right here.” “I’ll give you the keys, if you give me the girl.” You heard a familiar voice say. You tried to force your eyes open, but the light hurt too badly. “Give me the fucking keys!” The driver yelled again, this time moving his knife to the inside of your thigh. At that moment you regretted wearing a skirt. He pressed the blade against your skin and pulled up quickly. You screamed in pain and heard footsteps rush towards you, then stop as he moved the knife back to your throat. “Do I need to repeat myself?” He asked. You were trying to hold back your cries, but the pain was almost unbearable. The wound felt like fire. As if the blade had been covered in acid. You heard the sound of metal hitting the concrete and your legs almost gave out. Someone had just given the man the power to take you away and do whatever he wanted with you. “Let the girl go.” The familiar voice spoke. His voice sounded calm, yet terrified. He almost sounded like….. You snapped your eyes open and stared right into Jongup’s.  His jaw dropped slightly when he realized you saw him, but his gaze quickly returned to the man holding you. “Let. Her. Go.” He said again. The man laughed. “Or what? You gonna attack me?”  Without skipping a beat, Jongup ran at the man, grabbing his arms away from you, somehow managing not to cut you.  You fell to the ground and forced your body to move away while the two fought. Jongup was strong, you knew that. The man moved quickly and was able to let his knife glide across Jongup’s chest, leaving a bloody gash. You screamed, but Jongup kept fighting. There was a crowd of people now, but they weren’t doing anything to help. You couldn’t blame them. For all they knew, the men were fighting for your love and they weren’t sure who they wanted to win. The man finally ended up throwing Jongup the the ground. He punched him in the face repeatedly, but Jongup still tried to fight. You panicked and couldn’t watch anymore. Forcing yourself to your feet, you lunged at them, forcing the man off your boyfriend. You felt his fist hit your head and you blacked out.
    When you woke up, you were in the hospital. Jongup was laying next to you,  stroking your hair. His eyes were closed and you felt your heart break as you saw the bruises and cuts all over his face. His hands were bandaged, but while one moved in your hair, the other held onto yours tightly. “Jongup…” You said his name softly, thankful you were still able to speak.  His eyes opened slowly and looked at you, a small smile appeared on his face. “You’re awake.” You nodded. You slowly moved one hand up to touch his face, but he pulled your hand back down before kissing you lightly. “I’m sorry, Jongup.” You apologized. He hushed you, but you continued. “I was an idiot to go near him. I should’ve been expecting danger. I just wanted to get you…” You were silenced by his lips against yours. He made sure to kiss you gently to avoid causing you pain. When he pulled away, he stared deeply into your eyes. “Don’t apologize, okay? You’re safe now.” He carefully moved his arms around you and pulled you close to him. “I’m so thankful I was following you.” He said, hugging you. You looked up at him and he smiled. “I saw you walking around and was going to say hi, but I never got the chance to. Once I saw you follow that man, I got in my car sent you a text. When you didn’t reply, I followed his van until he stopped.” He explained the process to you and you buried your face against him. “I’m so stupid.” You told him. “Hey, no you’re not. Stop it!” He said. “Lesson learned?” You nodded and balled your fists in his shirt.  He moved his hand down your body to your thigh. “How does this feel?” You winced at the touch, but then you only began to feel pleasure as his hands gently massaged the cut. “It’s not so bad.” You managed to breathe out. He smirked at you and kissed you again. “I’m sorry your birthday has to be spent in a hospital,” You whispered. He sighed, but a smile soon followed. “I’m with you, aren’t I?” You blushed and nuzzled yourself closer into his chest, being sure to avoid the cut he had. “Once my leg heals a bit, we can celebrate, okay?” You told him, your voice muffled by his top. He let out a chuckle and hugged you again. “I think I’m more than okay with that.”

“No, you want to bring your foot up, like this.” Jongup placed one hand on your waist, using the other to guide your leg into the proper position. You sighed in frustration, thankful for his patience. Learning new choreography was difficult, but his persistent determination made the challenge more enjoyable. The next few steps were easy to pick up, but you soon ran into another roadblock. Once again, he walked you through the step, holding onto you to prevent an accident. 

“Can we take a quick break?” he asked, walking over to where he placed his water bottle. You nodded, focusing on yourself in the mirror as he took a drink. Determined, you attempted the step once more. Without Jongup there to help, you landed wrong on your foot, collapsing under your own weight. You let out a soft cry in pain, bringing a hand to your hurt ankle.

Startled by your fall, Jongup rushed over with worry etched in his features. He moved your leg gingerly, pressing gently around the sore spot.

“Where does it hurt?” His hand touched the side of your ankle, the point of impact. You winced and drew back your leg quickly, causing another wave of pain to rush through it. His hand cupped your face, carefully dabbing the tears off of your cheeks. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I think you sprained it.”

You were impressed how quickly he cared for your injury. With delicate caution he wrapped gauze tightly around your foot, before lifting you with ease and setting you on the couch outside the practice room. After propping your ankle on a pillow, he disappeared, returning quickly with a small bag of ice. You watched with quiet eyes as he smoothed the hair from your face, carefully placing the ice where it needed to be.

“You’re like a doctor,” you said, impressed by his careful attention. He chuckled softly.

“I’ve had a lot of these from dancing. Let’s take it easy for a few days, okay?” You pouted slightly at his words.

“I wanted to learn this.” Jongup laughed again. He lifted a hand to your head, stroking the hair away from your face.

“When you get better, we can try again. For now, let’s get you home.” You sighed heavily as you took in his words, knowing he was right.

“Thank you, Jongup.” His eyes met with yours and a smile spread across his face.

“Of course. I’m glad I’m able to take care of you.” You blushed and lowered your eyes.

Jongup smirked and gently picked you up from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. You knew that your ankle would heal and that you would probably get injured again, but none of that really mattered. What did matter was that Jongup would always be there to take care and comfort you when you needed him.

“Hey Junhong? Can you get the bag I left by the door?” He nodded, leaving the kitchen where you were preparing boiling the water for dinner. You adjusted the pot on the stove, moving the handle closer to you. As you reached with one hand over the water to grab a spoon, your other wrist bumped against the boiling pot. You drew back quickly from the heat, but knocked the water over as well. Despite your quick reaction, scalding water splashed excruciatingly over your hand, leaving a red pattern where it fell.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you reached to turn off the stove. Running cold water from the sink over your burn didn’t seem to help the stinging sensation in your skin, and you continued to cry. Zelo had run back to the kitchen when he heard the commotion, but hadn’t more than a few seconds to react.

“Oh my god, what happened?” He leaned over the countertop, looking at the sticky red burns covering your left hand. You shook your head, trying to hide the pain you were feeling. “I think you need to go to the hospital.” Despite your persistent protests, he finally convinced you to see a doctor. Grabbing a nearby dishcloth, he ran it under cold water and wrapped it carefully around your hand.

Thankfully, your burn wasn’t too serious. The doctor bandaged your hand with careful attention, and sent you home with instructions toward your recovery. After the doctor left, Zelo sat next to you on the examination table.

“What were you doing that knocked the pot over anyway?”

“I’m not sure! Just making you food.” Zelo bit his lip, rubbing his stomach in a circular motion.

“I am hungry. Let’s get something.”

“What?”

“Let’s go.” He flashed you a bright smile before grabbing the hand that wasn’t wrapped in bandages. His childlike enthusiasm distracted you from the pulsing pain in your hand. He took you to your favorite fast food restaurant, insisting you eat all of your favorite things.

By the time you two finished, it was late in the evening and you were surprised how much better you felt.

“Thank you Junhong,” you said, leaning your head comfortably on his shoulder. He lifted a hand to your hair, patting your head in a rhythmic motion.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.”

*written by Mae @ Elemint-Scenarios *

You sat quietly on the sofa, absently braiding your hair. Even as your hands were occupied, your mind was distracted, and you failed to notice when Jongup had walked right behind you. He placed a hand gently on your shoulder, and you jolted from your unfocused daze.

“Jongup! You gave me a heart attack!” You glared at him with what you hoped was an angry gaze, but the wide smile on your face betrayed your true sentiments. He laughed, hoisting himself over the couch’s back and landing ungracefully next to you.

“Sorry…” A few moments of contended silence passed before he spoke again. “I’ve never understood how girls do that.” You looked up towards him with an air on confusion.

“Do what?” He gestured to your hair. “This?” you asked lifting the braid off of your shoulder. “Oh. It’s actually really easy.” You unwound the ribbon that was tied tight around the end, carefully unweaving your hair without tangling it. Jongup looked intrigued as he watched you explain how to do it, crossing strands together and pulling them away again. Confusion marked his face, and you chuckled at his lost expression. “Never mind,” you said, laughing in amusement.
 
Jongup’s eyes became serious and determined, and you sighed, realizing the challenge you had just presented to him. You moved your legs into a more comfortable position. Once he found something he needed to learn how to do, Jongup would persist until he figured it out. Such a philosophy applied to his dances, performing, and evidently to your hair as well. You let out another sigh, hoping this would be something he could learn quickly.

A few minutes passed, and you at moments you could hear soft mumbles of frustration under his breath. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before he leaned his back against yours and gently took the ribbon out of your hand. He tied it artfully and turned you back towards him, moving your hair in front so you could see.

“Do you like it?” You looked down at the braid, surprised by the evenness of each section. 

“You did a really good job!” Jongup smiled happily as he pulled you into a crushing hug.

“Thanks for teaching me!” You rolled your eyes. Was braiding hair really that big of a deal to him? Nevertheless, his enthusiasm for even the little things in your life made you happy. As you began to become distracted in your thoughts once again, Jongup placed his hands on your temples, turning you to face him. As expected, it only took seconds for him to recapture your attention, this time without distraction.

*Written by Bapscene2012*  (Sorry this is so long… and I almost made it REALLY dirty…. aish.)

It was Sunday, Zelo’s only day off. Normally his schedule was packed with schooling, rehearsals, and random interviews that he didn’t get a chance to catch his breath. You were thrilled when the CEO gave him a day to relax, and even more excited when he asked to spend it with you. So far, you had already made breakfast together and taken a walk to a nearby park that ended up in an intense game of tag. Now, you were both starving and trying to make something for lunch.  You pulled your hair up into a ponytail on the side of your head as you tried to cut vegetables for a salad. Zelo was searching through the refrigerator to find ingredients for a sandwich. “What about a ketchup and strawberry sandwich?” He asked jokingly. You scrunched your nose and shook your head. “Okay, what about one with tomato, tuna, and lemons?” He asked again, trying not to laugh. You put down your knife and moved some hair out of your eyes. “No thanks, babe. I will take that tomato though, for the salad.” He smirked and tossed it to you. You nearly dropped it and shot him a playful glare. “Junhong, you need to be careful with tomatoes! They’re like babies! If you drop them, they die!” You scolded. He laughed and grabbed an apple off the counter, taking a big bite of it as he walked to the table to sit down. You rolled your eyes and continued your work. As you were slicing the vegetables, your hair started to slip out of the band you had for it, causing most of it to fall in your face. You sighed and tried to swish your hair away, but it didn’t work. You went to put it back in the ponytail, but soon realized your hands were covered in vegetable juice and you couldn’t bear to get it in your hair. Suddenly, you had an idea. “Zelo…” You said his name sweetly, turning to face him. His eyes widened, wondering what you were going to ask him to do. You rarely called him Zelo, and the tone in your voice was only used when you needed something he might not want to provide. “W-What?” He asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer. “Will you braid my hair for me?” You asked sweetly. He stared at your for a moment, wondering if you were serious. “Please? It keeps getting in my face and I have vegetable juice on my hands.” You held your hands out for him to see and he glanced at the sink. You knew you could just wash your hands. In fact, it would be faster, but you really wanted to feel his fingers in your hair. It was a calming, comforting feeling. He saw you weren’t going to give up easily so he sighed and stood up. You smiled and turned back to your salad, allowing your boyfriend full access to your hair. “Let’s hope I can do this…” He said as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “I taught you once.” You told him. “I know…” He replied. He started weaving the strands of hair loosely around the others, focusing solely on perfecting the braid. He was so focused, he didn’t hear the content sigh you let out as his fingers lightly brushed the back of your neck. You had stopped cutting the vegetables and were just standing still, enjoying the feeling of him playing with your hair. You were so absorbed in the moment that you didn’t even realize he had finished. At least, not until you felt his lips on the back of your neck. “Weren’t you supposed to be making the salad?” He asked in a whisper, sending chills down your spine. You blushed and reached behind your head, feeling the braid he had created. “I was…” You answered him. He let out a small chuckle and pecked your lips. “How did I do?” He asked. “Not too bad, but you could use some more practice.” You told him, turning back around to finish your job. “____, if you want me to play with your hair, just tell me.” He laughed, undoing the braid. “Junhong, we’re never going to eat if you redo my braid.” You groaned. He kissed your cheek and reached from behind you to grab your hands. “Then let me help you finish this, and I’ll practice doing your hair after we eat.” He said, moving your hand to cut through the tomato you had been slicing. You smiled as he leaned in to kiss the side of your neck again. “Zelo….”  “Hmm?” He replied, not paying attention. “I need you to stop.” “Why?” He asked, brushing his lips over your skin. You took a deep breath. “I’m so hungry that, if I don’t finish this salad and make sandwiches, I will have to kill you.” You said, thankful he couldn’t see the laughter in your eyes. He stepped back and walked over to the refrigerator again. “Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, coming right up!”

You and Jongup were driving to a friend’s house for a party. Having only been dating for a few months, you were nervous to be going to a big gathering with him. You loved being with him, but you were afraid of getting him in trouble. After all, he was an idol. You got to your friends house and Jongup walked around to open your door. He held out his hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it. You got yourself out of the car and ignored your confused boyfriend. “Is everything okay?” He asked. You nodded and continued to walk into the house. Before you could, he ran up and grabbed your hand, not allowing you to go inside. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing.” You replied. He pulled you into a hug and whispered to you. “Tell me. We’re not going inside until you do.” You sighed and backed up, looking around to make sure no one saw you. “Jongup, we’re out in public. You can’t risk having anyone see us!” You lectured. He was surprised, not knowing you felt that way, but he understood. “Do you think I haven’t thought about what would happen if someone caught us?” He asked. You lowered your eyes, knowing he was right. “I don’t care, either way. Just let me be your boyfriend. Forget that I’m in some group.” He was getting passionate and you were worried someone would hear you. “Can we just go home?” You asked. He sighed and stepped away from you. “Sure.” He said, defeated. He didn’t know what to do. As you drove off, you felt like you wanted to cry. You knew it would be hard. You knew it was dangerous. You also knew that there was nothing that could separate you from this amazing man sitting beside you, driving you away from something you knew you both would’ve enjoyed. “Jongup, stop the car.” You said. “What?” He asked. “Stop the car!” You said again. He pulled over into an empty parking lot by a playground. “Jongup, I’m so sorry.” You apologized. He forced a smile and looked at the steering wheel. “Don’t be.” He said.  “I’m serious. I’m so sorry. I knew the party was going to be fun, I just got so scared that someone would tell the media about us. I didn’t want to jepordize your job and…” You were silenced by his lips aginst yours. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling, knowing that he had already forgiven you for being so ridiculous. He pulled away and ran his fingers down your cheek, feeling the soft skin, and smiled at you. “I know. I’m scared too _____, but I also want to be able to have a relationship with you. I can’t ‘date’ you if we never go anywhere other than our homes.” You moved your face into his hand and closed your eyes. You knew he was right. “I know it’s only been a few months, but I do love you, _____.” He said. You had heard it before, unintentionally, but hearing him say the words so seriously nearly brought you to tears. You were about to answer him when he pressed his lips against yours again. You kissed him back, turning in your seat to get closer to him. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and your heart began to race as it forced its way inside. Jongup roamed your mouth as his hands moved up and down your sides. You pulled away, unwillingly, and looked at him. “Not in the front seat…” You told him. He laughed and lowered his seat back, climbing into the back. He held your hands as he pulled you to the back seat with him. Not a moment after you were off your seat, he had you in his arms, kissing every inch of your exposed skin. You were wearing a rather low-cut shirt, which he was thankful for. He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone and down your chest, stopping when he reached the material. The whole time he was kissing you, you were stroking his hair, enjoying how soft it felt in your hands. When he stopped kissing your body, he went right back to kissing your lips, letting his tongue massage against yours and feeling the skin underneath your shirt. You groaned as his fingertips danced across your skin and for a moment, you almost wanted to rip all of his clothing off so you could make him feel as good as you did. You moved closer to him, sitting on his lap and moving your hips to create some friction. He moaned into your mouth and moved his hands to your thighs, gripping them tightly. Suddenly, you saw lights flash behind you and you stopped, moving quickly off of Jongup’s lap. A policeman knocked on the back window, and Jongup unwillingly rolled it down. “Do you kids know what time it is?” The policeman asked. “Sorry sir, we got carried away.” He said. The policeman gave him a knowing smile and laughed. “When I was your age I did the same thing. But you better be getting home soon.” He told him. “Yes sir.” Jongup said politely. The man walked back to his car and drove off, leaving you and Jongup alone again. Jongup stroked your cheek again and left a light kiss on your lips before he crawled back into the driver seat. “I don’t want to take you home.” He told you honestly. You smiled as you sat back down beside him. “Then don’t take me home.”

**** Just wanted to let you guys know that I have a new writer! The following scenarios were written by Mae @ elemint-scenarios here on tumblr ! Please be sure to give her lots of love and check out her page!!

You scrolled through once more, this time with the slightest of frowns. It wasn’t like Jongup to forget something like this, but his name appeared nowhere in the stream of messages. You sighed. Maybe he was recording, or busy with a schedule. Shrugging away the feeling, you called one of your friends. You weren’t about to let this day go to waste.  

Even as you enjoyed the activities your best friend had planned, you couldn’t help but feel dejected. It was nearly midday, and Jongup hadn’t made so much as a phone call. Your friend understood the source of your unhappiness, and did her best to be a distraction.

You returned home with the faintest hope that he would be there, waiting for you. Even as you entered the obviously empty living room, your eyes scanned about. You didn’t want for him to have forgotten.  He was busy with his work, you understood that. Despite the rationalization, you missed him. Birthdays were special, and significant days should be spent together.

Regardless of the justification, tears formed in your eyes. Jongup had forgotten you. The door slammed open with a reverberating slam. You jumped up from the couch, startled and afraid, until a quiet and familiar voice met your ears.

“____?” His words came out soft and worried, as though he feared the worst. His dark eyes met yours, and he approached you slowly. “Baby? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to forget.” He looked down at his feet, clearly overwhelmed by guilt. He placed a bag on the floor next to you and he sat down to wrap his arms about your waist. His chin rested gently on your shoulder, and he spoke quietly into your ear. “I feel terrible for forgetting. Can you please forgive me? Please?” You wiped your wet eyes with the hand that wasn’t being squeezed desperately by your pleading boyfriend. You were more disappointed than angry, and he didn’t mean to forget about you. Nodding carefully, you turned and looked directly in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” you said. He shook his head.

“No, it’s not.” He reached down, picking up the wrinkled bag sitting on the carpet. “I brought this… but I think it got crushed on the way here.” Jongup reached into the sack and pulled out a container with your favorite flavor of cake inside, slightly smashed but still intact. “I had a gift for you too. I swear I bought it a while ago!” You laughed at his expression, his eyes wide and hopeful. “I’m really sorry I forgot!” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s okay! Stop apologizing.” His guilt was beginning to make you feel worse than you did about him failing to remember. You looked toward the clock. “It’s 11:30. See? You made it in time.” Jongup laughed, a touch amusement in his tone. He pulled your face close to his, wiping the remainder of your tears and kissing you gently on the lips.

“I guess we need to make up for lost time.”

“Ready to go?” he asked, already tugging you away. You nodded and followed him silently, now convinced that he had no idea what day it was. Together you walked through a nearby park, with Zelo talking enthusiastically about his day’s events. You listened to him speak, but only half-heartedly. The preponderance of your thought was dominated by your disappointment, and you considered dropping hints to him with your comments. It hurt that he hadn’t remembered, but you knew he had a lot to think about while his group was promoting. Your thoughts were interrupted by Zelo’s face, only a few inches from yours. You jumped back, startled by his sudden closeness.

“So how was your day?” he asked, laughing at your surprise. You sighed.

“It was alright.”

“Just alright? What was wrong about it?” He looked at you with a curious expression, confused by the despondence in your voice.

“Well, for a birthday it’s been kind of-”

“Wait. What?” Zelo stopped in his tracks, turning to face you with shock marking his face. He smacked his forehead with his hands, shaking his head in frustration. “I can’t believe I forgot! Oh man…I’m so sorry!” You rolled your eyes and continued walking.

“It’s fine,” you said, trying to convey your annoyance. He chased after you, guilt in his eyes.

“No, it really isn’t. I’m sorry I forgot. I’ll make it up to you.” Sighing, you grabbed his hand and continued your pace along the pathway. You paused, removing a water bottle from your bag and taking a sip, allowing him to continue walking. When Zelo noticed you had stopped, he turned around and made the most pathetic pout you had ever seen.

“Can you please forgive your stupid boyfriend?” You laughed loudly at his ridiculous expression, choking on your water. Playfully you smacked at his shoulders, attacking him for causing the dilemma. As you hit his back and shoulders, he pretended to cry.

“I deserve this! I deserve this fate!” He fell to the ground, theatrically pretended to die. Any frustration you had felt with his forgetfulness melted away, and soon the two of you had begun to chase each other in the soft grass. With his long legs, Zelo quickly surpassed your speed, tackling you in a violent hug. “I really am sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you laughed. You didn’t mind spending your birthday fooling around, and were simply enjoying the chance to spend a few hours with your boyfriend. Laughing again, you poked his cheek before wrestling from his embrace and running away.

“Hey, get back here and let me give you a birthday spanking!” He said as he chased after you.

Last part of the scenario. Again, thank to Zombiepenguins for requesting! I hope these were what you wanted!

I tried my best!!

You walked into the dance studio late at night, as you did every night since receiving the dance routine. You were a backup dancer for Secret, but the CEO needed you for BAP’s comeback. You had been working really hard to perfect the choreography, but you weren’t quite getting it. It didn’t help that you always rehearsed with the boys. You were Jongup’s dance partner. You could feel the pressure of dancing with him. He and Zelo were the best dancers in the group, and you knew that they would be focused on by the cameras and the fans because of that, which meant that you would also be focused on. So you needed to be perfect.  You placed your things down by the door and turned on the music, trying to get the hang of the powerful choreography. As you danced, memories of the past few days flashed through your mind. Each time you missed a step, or danced too fast, jongup would sigh and roll his eyes.  The first few days, he had tried to help you, but after the third day of you missing a step, he had given up. It’s not like you were constantly missing the same step either. The choreography was intense and had a lot of small moves that, if not executed perfectly, would mess up the whole section. You weren’t a professional and you had tried to explain that to him, but he didn’t care. It was so awkward with you two that you almost considered asking the choreographer if someone else would dance with him. The only thing stopping you from trading with another girl was your determination to get this right. You danced hard for over an hour, but you were getting sleepy. Suddenly, you noticed someone standing in the doorway. Jongup had his eyes on you and for a moment, you panicked. “What are you doing here?” He asked. You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, I’m trying to practice this stupid dance that I seem to be incapable of doing.” You snapped. He sighed and walked behind you, grabbing your arms and hold them out, showing you how to do a move. “It’s like this. You always let your arms go loose, keep them straight.” You flinched at his touch, but did as he said. He ‘helped’ you with a few other moves, mostly by sighing and fixing your posture, but eventually, you were starting to get the hang of it. The last move you were having problems with, you were afraid to practice. You were supposed to wrap your legs around his waist, then have him tild you backwards. As he would pull you back up, he would also swing your body over his shoulder and carry you offstage. It was the final dance routine you were needed for, but it was the scariest as well. You had tried it during practice, but you never had enough momentum to get over his shoulder, and you would always fall. “Let’s do this so I can go home and sleep.” You told him. He nodded, he looked as exhausted as you were. The first few times failed. After the 4th and 5th times, you were ready to just give up. “I can’t do this right now, Jongup.” You said. He looked at you, annoyed, and snapped. “You don’t trust me. That’s why this isn’t working.” You were taken aback by his outburst. “What do you mean?” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Look, You’re afraid that i’m going to drop you, so you tense your whole body and make it difficult for me to move you. You need to learn to trust me!” He said, his voice slowly calming down. You stared at him for a moment, and you knew he was right. You didn’t trust him. “You’re right. But you haven’t made it easy for me to just trust you.” You told him. He nodded, knowing you were right as well. “I know. I’ve been hard on you.” You two stood in silence for a moment, both realizing that you had to work together and cooperate if you wanted this to work. “Can we try one more time?” You asked him. A small smile appeared on his face and he looked at you. “Yeah. Let’s try it.” You turned the music on and attempted the move. you stood in front of him, then jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his hands grasp your back as he let you bend backwards. You told yourself to relax as he pulled you up over his shoulder. Perfectly. Once you realized you had done it, you started laughing. You were so excited! Jongup spun in a few circles, making you dizzy, and you laughed while begging him to put you down. He set you down in front of him and wrapped his arms around you in a proud hug. “Thank you!” You said, hugging him back. He didn’t let go and you realized, you didn’t want him to. “You’re my favorite dancer.” He told you softly. “I asked to be paired with you. I’m sorry if I was too mean.” You smiled against his shirt. “I’m sorry I hated you.” You said. He laughed and hugged you tighter. “You trust me now?” You nodded and forced yourself to pull away from his warm embrace. You stared at each other awkwardly, not sure what to say or do. “Well, Um.. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, grabbing his things. You nodded and tried to hide the smile that was forming on your face. “Thanks again, Jongup. I really appreciate your help.” He smiled shyly and avoided your eyes. “Sure. Anytime. Get some rest, I’m going to work you hard tomorrow.” You blushed as a look of panic covered his face. “That’s not..oh god… I didn’t mean…” “It’s okay. I understood what you meant.” you interrupted, trying not to laugh. “I’m going to go sleep now….. bye.” He said as he walked into the closed door. You laughed and watched him fumble with the handle. “Goodnight, Jongup.”

You and Zelo weren’t friends. You were just forced to hang out all the time. You weren’t sure what it was that annoyed you, but every time you were around him, you wanted to punch him. You wished you could escape, but being part of the stylist crew, you couldn’t. You were glad you weren’t one of the leads, but you were still always in charge of making sure Zelo was prepared for whatever performance or photoshoot they were doing. You were also his little on-the-go stylist. You went with them everywhere and made sure his makeup, clothing, and hair were absolutely perfect before the fans saw him. It was annoying. You had asked countless of times to help another member, but they refused your request. As far as you could tell, Zelo didn’t care much for you either. Every time you tried to fix his hair, he would swat your hand away and tell you it was fine. You reminded him that it was your job, and he always replied with “I don’t care. Leave it.” It annoyed you. You were sure that if the two of you were locked in a room together, you would kill him, and you prayed that would never happen. Unfortunately, it did. Zelo had left something in the van and needed to leave the photoshoot building to get it. You were asked to accompany him. The two of you took the elevator down and retrieved a pair of headphones from the car. You told him that he wasn’t going to need them while he was doing the shoot, but he ignored you and walked back into the building. You two got into the elevator and started going up. The elevator stopped, but the doors didn’t open. You hit the ‘Open Door’ button a few times, but nothing happened. You were stuck. “Great…” you groaned as you leaned against the wall. “What’s wrong?” Zelo asked. “Seriously.. are you blind? The elevator is stuck.” He glared at you again and leaned against the wall. “Why did I have to get stuck here with you?” He muttered, sitting on the floor. “Well, I’m not pleased to be here with you either!” You told him. He mocked you and you kicked your foot at him, missing him by an inch. You were silent for a few minutes when suddenly Zelo’s voice filed the room. “Why do you hate me?” He asked. You didn’t know how to respond. “Why do you hate me?” You asked back. He shrugged. “I dont know. I don’t think I really hate you…It’s just awkward to be around you.” He said, drawing designes on the elevator floor. “Why?” You asked. “Because you’re not a fourty-year old. I’ve never had a stylist who wasn’t old, so it’s awkward.” You nodded, understanding what he was saying. “I don’t really hate you either.” You confessed. “Since I’m a younger stylist, I feel like I need to prove myself. I guess I just get too focused.” He nodded back, understand your words as well. “I guess we’ve just been awkward since day one, and now we’re dealing with the consequences of not getting to know each other sooner.” You told him. You sighed and slid to the floor next to him. He smiled and looked at you. “I think it’s a good thing we’re stuck in here.” You nodded and pulled out your phone, wondering why you hadn’t done that earlier. You sent a text to another stylist and let her know what was going on. “I think you’re right.” You told him. “So, what kind of movies do you like?” He asked you. You laughed and put your phone away. “I like all kinds.” You answered. “Me too. Yongguk hyung has me watch war movies with him still, so I really like those.” You laughed at the conversation and were glad things weren’t going to be as awkward. “Junhong…” You said, not sure you really wanted to say what was on your mind. He looked at you with wide eyes and waited for you to continue. “Do you think it’ll get better between us?” You asked. He smiled and rested his hand on your shoulder. “I think it will. Who knows, maybe some day we’ll end up married! Wouldn’t that be a funny story?!” You blushed, but couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. “Yeah, how about we get through this photoshoot and we’ll talk about that in ten years..if we don’t kill each other by then.” He laughed and you heard a voice come over the speaker. “We’re getting the elevator moving shortly. Don’t worry.” You looked at Zelo and you both stood up, thankful that someone was trying to get you out. “So, what’s your favorite flavor of Ice Cream?” He asked.