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work hard ^^ don't get to much stressed. it's okay. we'll wait for you to gain all your ideas :) -b2uty

Ah, thank you ( ^ 0 ^ ) I'm getting my flow back so hopefully I'll be updating more. Thank you, all of you, for your patience. I'll try not to disappoint x)

HugsandKisses to you guys♥

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When he accidentally sees Everything (Himchan Scenario)

Written on a spur of the moment, so it's quite short ( - u - ) Hopefully it was satisfactory enough for you guys. Still slowly recovering from Writer's Block...

Anyways, thanks for reading`

Light filled your room faster than you could open your eyes to react to the sound of your room door opening. A groan had already left your lips, your figure being dragged up into a sitting stance.

"Yah, it's three o'clock and you're still not even awake?"

You cracked open your eyes, your sights laying on a ticked off Himchan. "I was up late…" You yawned, nearly knocking the ashtray off your bed post. "Doing work…"

Himchan sighed, moving the ashtray to your desk. "Figures."

"So… what are you doing at my apartment at this time? Don't you have like practice or something?"

Himchan rose an eyebrow at you before using his hand to smack his own face with. "Wedding. We have to go to a wedding…?" 

"Wedding…" You repeated after him slowly, opening the file cabinets in your head. The realization hit you slowly, your eyes widening in synch. "Crap!" You threw the blankets off, rushing towards the bathroom to get ready.

You struggled to take a fast yet efficient shower. You started brushing your teeth while blow-drying your hair. Of all the days you could've woke up late, you really had to choose this day? You couldn't put all the blame on to your work of course, after all no one told you to stay up fixing the model's nose all night to get it right.

Good thing your boyfriend was the punctual type and came to wake your sleeping ass up.

You came out of the bathroom, struggling to put on your stockings, tripping on the dangling mesh heading face-first into your bed.

"Oof!" You grumbled, propping yourself up so you could put on your trouble. "Stupid stockings…"

You looked up, satisfied that you could finally fit them on to your legs, your gaze meeting with a pink-Himchan.

Gears clicked in your brain and you grabbed for the nearest thing on your desk to chuck at Himchan. Unfortunately for him, it was the ashtray that he so carefully placed on your desk to avoid accidents like these.

"Y-You pervert!" You exclaimed, the flush moving up your neck. "Why didn't you say anything while I was putting them on? You s-saw… e-everything!"

Himchan was dodging the flying things in your room. "O-Ow! No, stop!"

Needless to say, after sixty things were thrown at him, nothing was better than the tray of ashes at leaving a huge red bruise in the middle of his face.

"I-It's not a hickey!"

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I feel terribad-

I- I can't comprehend how bad I feel. I'm sorry for being away for so long! Terribly sorry... I finished up my exams at the end of Jan and then I was busy for awhile and, not to mention, I've been hit with a huge writer's block OTL

If I do get a piece or two finished, I will publish. Requests will have to come to me slower... But I'll try to finish them >>

On a lighter note, hello to my new readers and welcome to b-squared scenarios. Hope you're finding things you enjoy reading @^@ I will try to resume updating regularly as fast as possible- but that depends on my stupid brain -hits head-

Your beloved writer, b-squared♥

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NaU (Not an Update) 1:

First off, I'm really sorry guys for having been updating in a while! >3< School has been taking up my time since it's right before break and the teachers are just like HEY TAKE THIS ASSIGNMENT, HERE'S A TEST, OOHP LOOK, A LAB TOO! So I've been swallowed up in school work. After Wednesday however (after Dec 19th) I will be totally free again! In the mean while, I will try to sneak in writing here and there, maybe short drabble-like pieces and the such.

Sorry for the long waits TT;;

On another note, Welcome`~ to all the new followers! Although there are not many reads here, I hope you have been enjoying what is available. Be sure to drop off a request if you would like to see something in particular from me!

Thanks for your time, and see you soon! -bsquared

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Insomniac (A Yongguk Scenario)

So, I'm currently working on a Youngjae Scenario, but I thought, with the increase of new readers, I'd post up something else to keep you guys busy in the meanwhile.  I hope you guys enjoy this little angsty one!

Yongguk was sandwiched between two sheets and a mattress, hoping to gain some warmth again. Yongguk laid wide-awake, sleep not even touching his thoughts. His eyes looked at the ceiling, searching for no particular pattern.

He didn't have insomnia. He didn't. He just- Just… Couldn't sleep.

He sighed and crawled out of bed, the warmth leaving him instantly as he treaded to the bathroom. The lights flashed on, casting a fluorescent, ghostly-glow on his face. Eyes adorned with dark-circles, frown-lines etched permanently on to his face. Was it Day 16 already? It didn't matter anymore.

Yongguk just couldn't find any reason to rest. His eyelids were never willing to shut themselves in an attempt to escape reality. He never found anymore reason to let himself slip into darkness because he just, he already lived in it.

Day and night, more so at night, he would sit on his bed, much less lying on it. Sometimes, with notebook pressed against his thigh, pen scratching at his forehead he would compose. Otherwise, it was just another night of sitting and twiddling with the ring on his finger.

Tonight, he didn't want to do either.

He was sick of his notebook. Even the feel of its spine on his fingers were enough to make him groan in frustration. And that ring, the stupid ring that was on his finger, always reminded him of every waking (all the time then) moment that she was gone.

Married they were, forever they were supposed to be. Maybe, it just wasn't supposed to be that way.

Yongguk sighed as he sat on his bed once more, resting his head on the backboard. He rested his hands on his head, letting the heat transfer from his hands. Why did he even have to think that this would hurt? Since when did your loved ones dying didn't hurt?

Maybe it was just a matter of why it had to be her. Why couldn't it have been someone else? He didn't dare wish that it was him instead. If she was in pieces because of him, it would kill him just as much.

He reached over to his bedside table, feeling for his cellphone. The bright light immediately emitted from the screen upon his touch, causing his eyes to squint in protest. There she was again. He really should have changed the photo. Now every time he turned on his phone, she would be there to haunt him, even while he was awake.

His fingers hesitated, shaking a bit, but they followed to natural pattern, sliding across the pad quickly. Before he knew it, he was already dialing her number.

"Hi, I'm not able to reach your call right now, I'm terribly sorry, but please leave me a message! ...Oh, and if this is Yongguk-babo calling… I love you." Her laugh echoed from the phone into his ear. He closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath.

"I love you too."

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Between Me, You, and ramen! (A Jongup Scenario)

Oh dear, I'm sorry this took a while. I must have scrapped four ideas before I got it to work. Maybe length will make up for the long wait? OTL

For the anon who requested a Jongup scenario. I TRIED TO ADD FLUFF, BUT I WANTED TO KEEP INNOCENCE OTL OTL OTL I almost ripped out my hair trying to create the right feel. I hope I didn't disappoint ;^;

Regardless of how I felt about this, I hope you guys enjoy it. I worked hard on it, but I'm still not satisfied enough /sigh.

I have one more request to complete! While you are waiting, please go ahead and request!~

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"Jongup!" You nearly squealed, ramming your body into your good friend. You hugged him close, the faint scent of freshly laundered clothes and sweat drifting into your nose. He chuckled into your ear, and you pulled away, smiling. "I missed you so much!"

Jongup, smile still on his face, nodded in agreement. "It's good to see you too."

You couldn't even contain your excitement; you started dragging him towards your first destination. "I'm pretty sure you haven't eaten yet, so let's go back to the Noodle Shop, okay?" He didn't even answer, but when you felt him clung back on to your hand, you had your answer.

It never struck you odd when he held your hand and vice versa since you both were so close, but now, it felt a little different. He was now famous, his social status on an entire other level than yours. You'd rather be caught dead than actually holding his hand in public, being deathly afraid of his fans. You were sure that most of them were nice people, but where there's good, there's bad.

Not only that, but he was attractive, no? That thought itself was enough to make you nervous.

"Man, I can't believe it's been, what, seven years now?" You grinned, handing him a bowl of his favourite ramen. "It went exactly like this, no?"

If God could give you another pair of feet, you'd hope that this time he'd get it right. You were a clumsy mess with two (possibly three) left feet, and your parents could only look at you with disappointment.

Running the Noodle Shop wasn't your dream per se, but more of a task you'd take on responsibly, serving your duty as a good daughter. But lord should have mercy on you- you could barely deliver bowl without spilling some here and there, hitting that table or nearly knocking over this chair. Grace was ironically your English name, but hell no, you had none of that shit.

"Hon, it's break time now. Go eat." Your mom patted your head in a comforting motion. You could only pout, completely feeling like a child now, even if you technically still were.

You took a seat near the counter, your Dad setting a steaming bowl of Ramen in front of you. "Appa, will I ever make ramen that looks like this?"

Your Dad let out a loud laugh, the whole shop shaking. "Of course you will, bunbun! Because you're my little girl!"

You immediately grinned, your Dad ruffling at your hair. You got straight to work on dissecting the bowl of ramen, and by dissecting, you meant eating. Delicious noodles that were at a perfect temperature- not too hot that it would burn your mouth through and through, but not too cold where it would be tasteless. The noodles were cooked well and the soup- oh god the soup. You couldn't use the word perfect again, but it indeed was.

Unfortunately for you, the store had a customer, the front door opening as soon as you swallowed your first nom. You lifted your head, a noodle sticking to your chin, as you locked eyes with a boy- maybe your age or so?

You quickly stood up, greeting the customer. "Welcome to Slurp!" The boy's mom smiled, the boy sticking closer to his mom.

"Hello, could we get a table for two?"

"Of course you may, Ma'am." You picked the noodle off your chin,  wrapping it in a napkin. "Please have a seat here." You gestured to a table that wasn't far off from where you were sitting. You handed them some menus, holding your hands behind your back as you waited for their order.

"Excuse me, Miss, but do you suggest anything to order? I'm so hungry right now, everything looks good…" She turned to her son. "Jongup-ah, do you see anything you want to eat?"

The boy fidgeted in his chair, playing with his fingers. His cheeks were slowly turning pink, eyes glued to the menu. "Um, I don't know, Umma."

"My favourite is the miso ramen, but I'm just a fan of miso." You pointed to a picture on his menu. "Maybe you'd like to try the shoyu ramen?"

His mouth kept shut, his mother just laughing at him. "That sounds good. We'll get a shoyu ramen, one small size and one medium size." I nodded, taking their menus and heading to the back.

"Appa?" I called out. The jolly fellow came out of his sitting position, breaking his thoughts away from the soccer game. "Two shoyu ramen, one small and one medium, please."

"Ah, there are customers? Wasn't Umma there to greet them?"

"I'm here!" Your mom came through the backdoor, holding a water dish. "I went to go give the stray cats some water."

"Aish, if you keep doing that, they'll keep coming back."

Your mom smiled sheepishly, pecking your father on the cheek. "Please, they make our noodle shop famous. Now what's this about greeting?"

You followed your mom out to the floor, two squeals emitting from two sides of the room. "Eunseo, is that you? Omo, look at you!"

You exchanged a short glance with Jongup. Who the heck was his mom to your mom?

"Bunbun, come here and meet my friend from highschool." You wish she hadn't used your nickname. She pulled you towards her, Eunseo smiling brightly.

"Oh we've already met. She served us while you were lazying around in the back." Your mom blushed, hushing her friend up. "What a wonderful daughter she is. You'll be amazed at how well the shop will turn out because of this little one." She ruffled your hair. Her words were enough encouragement already.

"And your son?"

"Ah, he's a shy little thing. Jongup-ah, come here." The boy moved from his seat, a small smile on his face. "This is Jongup. Jongup, here stands one of the greatest girls you'll ever meet."

"What she said was right." You laughed, Jongup nearly hacking his noodles back up. "I am one of the greatest girls you ever met, and probably still in the number one spot."

"Control yourself." Jongup said with a smile on his face. How he kept a straight face while saying the least neutral of things, you didn't know how he did it.

"Hey, if anything, I'm glad you stuck by my side." You punched his shoulder, the same smile still evident. "I was such a socially-awkward kid back then. Good thing you were here."

"You're still socially awkward."

"Yah!" He laughed, dodging your chopstick-whip. "Look at you now, all high and mighty, sitting at the top of the social ladder." You pouted, neatly stacking his finished bowl and chopsticks together. "It's getting increasingly lonely without your stupid smiles here. Our profits have gone down because you stopped coming here with your friends."

Jongup smiled apologetically (surprise?), scratching the back of his head. "Mian, but my group didn't want to be forgotten so we're trying to push ourselves as much as we can. I promise, the first thing I do when I get a break is bring my group here and you won't complain about business again."

You blinked a few times before bursting into a fit of laughter. "You silly, I'd be happy if just you were to come here more often."

Jongup's mouth formed an o shape. Silence fell between to two of you, Jongup playing with his fingers. You looked out the window, watching a couple as they passed by. It never really spiked any emotion in you when you looked at people who were so in love with each other, but today, or maybe lately was more accurate, you were just feeling a tad bit lonely.

All of your friends were going out and dating and although the Noodle Shop was your entire life, you missed out on having fun such as going on giant group dates.

"Hey, Jongup-ah, am I pretty?" You turned your head, chin resting on palm, looking at him through lazy eyes.

Jongup's shoulders went rigid, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "Why do you suddenly ask?"

You shrugged, drawing circles on the table. "Just wondering what outside people think of how I look. The only person who tells me I'm pretty is my dad and he doesn't count." You sighed.

"Is something bothering you?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know, maybe I'm just feeling a little lonely because all my friends have boyfriends. Maybe it's the way I look?" You laughed, but even that was heavy to Jongup's ears. You never inquired about your looks to him because you never seemed to care. And that's what Jongup liked, especially, about you. Not that you weren't pretty, hell, you were an effortless beauty.

The way your hair fell in your eyes as you calculated the tills, the way your face brightened up with the help of your smile… even when you ate your noodles you were cute. Your face showed much appreciate for the steaming bowl and it made you even more attractive.

Or maybe Jongup was just love-bitten.

Everything you did drove him crazy. And sadly, he had no idea how to handle this insanity.

"Maybe everyone's just too shy to talk to you." Jongup nodded, satisfied with his answer.

You rose an eyebrow. "How so?" That eyebrow was quite delicate and pretty looking, if Jongup does say so himself.

"Well, look at you." He gestured to your banana-yellow polo uniform. "You're about to own a Noodle Shop, how could you possibly have time for someone? Maybe this noodle shop is your ladder of fame as well. You'll be the youngest business-owner on the block and people will feel underachieved next to you."

"That's crazy talk." You waved your hand around. "There are people out there who have done more than me, less than me and still is able to date under either circumstances. Well, except for you." You wrinkled your nose, smiling. "Kind of sucks, no? I mean, look at all the girls you can't have."

"None of them interest me." Again with the smiling.

"Bullshit! I'm sure you have an ideal type out there." You pushed his arm, chuckling. "I wonder what it's like…"

"Hm?"

"What it's like to be in love."

Jongup played with the drawstrings of his hoodie. "It's like floating." He started, waiting to get a reaction from you. Your eyes were on him now, and not outside. "All you do, all you think, it's for them  and you can't help but feel helpless because you can't control your feelings about them anymore. It's like an obsession, but better because they're reachable, and-"

"Jongup, I never knew you were in love with someone." Although your tone was flat, you were still curious at who he was in love with.

"I, um, yeah, I guess." Jongup's cheeks flushed. His cover was going to be blown any moment. "I didn't really realize it myself, until recently."

You paused. You had no right to be jealous. He was just your friend, let alone someone with much more social status than you. Maybe it just hurt because he never told you about the lucky girl… You weren't in love with him, God no.

Sure, he brightened up those gloomy, slow days. He made you less anti-social with kids around your age, and invited you warmly to his friend's gatherings. When you were at your lowest, he never failed to keep a smile on his face, keeping you optimistic. Knowing that you were such great friends, the least he could have done was to tell you there was another special someone in his life…? Man, almost like a punch to the face.

"...Did you hear anything I said?" Jongup asked, slightly pouting.

You blinked, shaking your head. "I didn't even know you were talking." You smiled, stretching your palms. "Well, I should get back to the kitchen. My Dad said the noodles need to be re-sorted since some of them got mixe-"

"It's you."

"Hm? I don't get it." You laughed, getting up from the chair, tucking it in. "Geez, I knew you were quite airheaded at times, but did you think you could say only half a joke and expect me to get it? You're too-"

It just happened all too fast. One moment you're making your way to the back room, the next your lips are locked with Jongup's. Wait, what?

You pulled away, your face setting on fire. You looked at him from underneath your eyelashes, and surely his face was just as red as yours. "You're the one I love."

Your jaw dropped to the floor, the words sinking in, letter by letter. He scratched the back of his head, a smile working up their way on to his face. "How long?" Really? That was the first thing you were going to say to him?

"For a while now."

"So...all that stuff just now… was about…" Jongup nodded, not letting you finish your sentence. You broke into a grin, jumping the boy. "You're so stupid, if you were in love with me, you should've just told me!"

"I'm sorry?"

Even before either of you could say another word, you crashed your lips on to his, pulling him as close to you as possible. You pulled away, breathless from the kiss. Jongup, however had that shy smile on his face once more. "My mom was right. You are the greatest girl I've ever met."

"Please tell me you're not learning romantic advice from Himchan."

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Hello,

I'm super sorry!

I've been super busy lately because of some personal issues. I will be resuming back to requests again shortly this week. Thank you for being so patient! For now, please go check harmonydelights to satisfy your reading needs! ^3^

Back to writing, bsquared~

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A long time ago... (A Daehyun Scenario)

Request from anon! I hope you enjoyed your angsty Daehyun scenario. It wasn't as intense as I thought I might have written it, but I think it's quite bittersweet enough to get the point across.

Send me a request if you liked this~

Listen to this for full effect.

It's been the third spring now, since he broke up with her. The members thought he would never heal, but there he was, sitting with a smile on his face. They could still remember when he ripped up his entire room, blaming himself for her leaving him. What used to be picture frames were only reduced to damaged photographs, all packed away into a white box at the back of Daehyun's closet.

Daehyun arose from his bed, nearly tripping on a box in the middle of the floor. A curse flew from his mouth as he kicked it to one side, making his way into the bathroom.

His new apartment was still quite empty, his only companion consisting of only towers of boxes. His bathroom- equally as empty as the living. Or the kitchen. Or the bedroom.

He reached forward for that familiar white toothbrush, and started to brush. He could almost faintly remember when an orange toothbrush would keep his white one company, but that was, well, a long time ago.

He spat out the remains of his toothpaste and made his way into the kitchen, taking out the carton of milk and a box of cereal. He remembered when she would complain about the taste of milk after toothpaste, but that was a long time ago.

Daehyun sat in front of the barricade of boxes, and got straight to unpacking. He dug through old clothes, old books and even older photos of himself. He also found old albums, and his old CD collection of 4MEN which he took pride in. Maybe he was having fun, maybe he wasn't, but the dust that collected up his nose was enough to give him allergies for the rest of his life.

Finally, he came across the last box. It was white and sealed with a heaps of duck tape. He sighed, and got to work at removing the silver pieces of disaster.

He opened the lid and stared at the contents, buried emotions fighting their way back to the surface again. It was her stuff, the stuff that never got back to her because he was too much of a coward to give it back.

Daehyun opened up their high school year book, the glossy black cover feeling familiar under his fingers. He opened it, neat blue black writing meeting his eyes.

Daehyun-ah,

Can you believe if? We're already in our last year of high school! I'm so excited to graduate because I can finally go out and do things on my own. Maybe we should go to the same university, hehe.

Seems like it's been a century since we first met in ninth grade. I remember when you tripped in front of me, spilling your entire lunch on the floor. Could we count that as our first date? I had to buy you lunch TT I'm sorry though, that it happened. Never knew you would fall head over heels for me.

Well, whatever you end up doing, I'm here to support you fall the way! Busan Wonbin fighting! Jung Daehyun fighting!

With love, Your silly girlfriend

His fingers dug through the couple key-chains, the couple mugs and even couple pillowcases. The box seemed to have a bottomless pit, and even though it was hard to rediscover his first love, it didn't seem so bad.

He picked up a crumpled picture of the both of them, smiling like idiots with cake on their face. It was their first anniversary-joint birthday bash together. He could still faintly smell the burnt candles and vanilla cake floating off the photograph. He smiled and set it aside in the pile of other crumpled photographs.

Daehyun reached for the bottom, making sure he looked through everything until a strange small box hit his fingers. His hand enclosed over a black velvet box, and that's when the emotions burst from the bottom.

It was strange, holding the ring in his fingers. The ring he spent so much time, effort and money into buying for her was still sitting in its box, untouched and unworn. It was a simple gold band with a single, small diamond (the only thing his freshly debuted-self could afford), but he knew she wouldn't have minded. She was never one of those girls that gave into the materialistic society, and that's what he loved about her.

But here he was, unworn ring in his hands, alone once more. Love- it was a familiar feeling, but even that was a long time ago.

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When you're the bad influence 2:

I really enjoyed the storyline that I developed for this particular scenario, so I thought that I would continue it just a bit to create a nice ending for it. Er, if that made any sense at all... Anyways, on with the final part of this scenario! | Read Part 1 |

When he wasn't practicing his rap, or his new skateboard moves, he was with you. You probably didn't even remember how the both of you met, but he remembered- every single exact detail down to what coloured socks you were wearing- which was a simple detail to him because you weren't wearing socks. You weren't even wearing shoes.

He had been sitting at the park swing for twenty minutes, counting the clouds that rolled by while waiting for his mom to come get him. School had already been out half an hour ago, and she was usually never late. Today just wasn't his day.

His favourite pencil was stolen, not to mention, his lunch was "accidentally" thrown on the ground by some hyperactive kid, causing him to only be half-full, or half-empty depending on the optimism present.

Broken, and hurt, he got up from his swing, puffed out cheeks and all, about to make his way to the monkey bars when a figure had crashed into him, causing both parties to fall on to their butts.

Ready to yell, ready to pour his pain out on to the stranger and the pavement, he opened his mouth- but then he saw your face. You blinked, eyes wide with curiosity at the boy in front of you. He stared back, absorbing all his eyes could at the young girl in front of him. You were probably a couple of years older than him, but he saw that there was more than that to you than just a number.

He blinked, and suddenly your face was inches before his. He yelped, falling back, an eruption of giggles following. "I'm sorry!" Your voice was light to his ears. He watched the way your lips curved up slightly into a smile, the way your hair spilled around your shoulders, and they way your eyes twinkled in the sunlight. "Are you alright?"

Junhong shook his head, puffing out his cheeks. "I am alright, of course. You didn't even have to ask." He mumbled, looking away as he felt his cheeks flush.

You were beautiful.

He never questioned why you were barefoot, why you were running that day, why you had to return home in a long, white car, nor why you had a huge red bruise forming on your cheek. He never got the chance to even get your name... but he prayed every night that he would vow to meet you again. You were stuck in his head- there was just something he couldn't rack out about you.

But fortunately for him, his prayers were answered. Three hundred sixty-five days later, there you were, standing at a bus stop with a lavender umbrella in both your hands. You had a book in your hand, the sleeve of your sweater riding up a bit, showcasing a red wrist.

Junhong approached you with caution, just in case he mistook you for someone else. You suddenly looked up from your book, catching him off guard as he tripped on the uneven sidewalk. You looked at him, immediately recognizing his chubby cheeks and shy aura. Closing your book, you knelt down in front of him, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his face. "Nice to meet you again. Yet again, you have fallen to the ground at our meeting." Warmth spread in his heart as he heard your voice.

Week after week from then on, the two of you would meet up when you could, talking about everything and nothing at all. He learned that you were from a family of musicians- you were being forced to learn piano which was why you were busy most of the time. Your problem was that you were musically challenged- no music talent at all. You couldn't read notes fast enough, your fingers weren't graceful enough, your emotion didn't show enough- you just weren't perfect enough.

He shared his difficulties fitting in with his classmates with you. He was always the last one to be picked in an activity, the last one to leave the messy classroom, but always the first to be volunteered for a punishment. Life was not easy for him, especially because he was shy in a large crowd. He shared that his passion lied within music; he desperately wanted to share his hardships in the form of music.

Pulling strings was something you were good at, and he learned quite a long while later.

Two years to be exact- was when he found out all the things that you did for him. He received an entrance into an entertainment company where he could be trained to eventually achieve his dream. He was clueless as to why he had been accepted. He didn't send any audition tapes, nor had he ever heard of this company before- so why him?

Well, simply because this was your first, and final string you pulled for him.

It was the only string you could pull for him because you were shortly kicked out of your family right after.

One bruise, two bruises, four bruises. Junhong couldn't count them all on both hands anymore, but he saw them when you unconsciously rolled up your sleeves, or when your shirt rode up a bit too much. He bought all your excuses at first, but when falling down the stairs didn't cut it, it all clicked inside his head.

So when he found you at the hotel, he could only think of one thing on his mind and it was to protect you. His rational, or irrational, explanation to this was that he was in love with you. It never hit him like bricks- he had always known that was why he was so attracted to you.

Nothing could have compared to how fast his heart was beating when you accepted his love with tears and open arms. This time, he will pull strings for you.

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When you're the bad influence:

You've known each other for years, almost a decade even. You've watched him grow from a young, ambitious boy who never leaves anywhere without his skateboard to someone who has a mind of their own- mature, and can only grow in more than one way. He was always your Dongsaeng, and you were always his Noona. That's how it always was.

When you watched him grow up before your eyes, you knew you wouldn't be able to keep your secrets any longer. You weren't his super unnie anymore. Heck, you were far from it.

Getting kicked out of your house because you couldn't leave the bruises and scars on your back, on your wrists, on your neck, and having to work three jobs so you wouldn't end up like Mr. Park around the corner… It was never that easy to show an innocent and good side to the one who you've been with for so long.

"Noona, are you okay?"

His voice rang so clearly in your head, closing your eyes and burying yourself in more bruises and scars and work did nothing to cover it.

It was a miracle how he found you though.

You thought you could hideaway at some corner motel, just for the week, until things would settle down. But he knew where to find you.

You heard pounding on the door, and at first you tried to hide away from it, thinking it was your boyfriend. But when you heard his voice on the other side, you froze. "Noona, please! Open the door! It's me, Junhong!"

You slowly got out of your chair, bare feet padding softly across the stained, ugly carpet. Your hand touched the cold door knob and lock, twisting and turning the metal objects around until you came face to face with a blue-blonde-haired towering boy and his worrisome frown. "Noona…" His voice was but a whisper with the wind.

You backed away from the door, allowing Junhong to slip inside the room, locking the door behind him.

It wasn't going to be easier anymore.

You took a seat at the round table you were previously stationed at. Picking up your half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray, you placed the cool cylinder in your lips, inhaling what was left of it. Your face was stained with dried, black tears. You were cold, curled up into the chair, knees pressed against your chest. Junhong could only sit a bit away from you. There were times were he wanted to move closer, but decided against it, the raised hands going to his head to scratch at it.

"How did you find me?" Your voice croaked and cracked and it suddenly didn't seem like yours anymore.

"I asked around." His voice was small and quiet. "I've asked around for a week."

You let a smile creep on to your lips, as you destroyed the cigarette in the tray. "What a persistent child."

"I'm not a child."

His words shook you up, and the truth hit you like hard rain. Why did you treat him like so?

"Noona, why didn't you tell me?"

Why? Because you wanted him to grow up into a strong person with high hopes in the world, and to see that this world isn't bad at all. The world is bad because bad things pollute it. "I didn't want you to know." You shrugged, your left shoulder making a cracking sound. "It wasn't your business."

"Noona," He exhaled a slow breath. "I-I love you."

The words splattered across your heart, the line of child and adult blurring in your mind. Did he even know what he was saying?

You turned your head to look at him, expecting a bag of bashfulness or blushing cheeks, but there he was with his defiant stare which was increasingly hard to look at. His jaw was slack, lips in a thin line. He was definitely serious.

You looked away after what felt like a century.

"I want to protect you. I want to stay with you, if not forever, for a long time." His voice, even though was quiet and almost inaudible, it was strong and it shoved bricks down your throat as you grew quiet at his words.

The lump that built in your throat swelled up, and suddenly the tears that were long gone had come back to drown your eyes. The one boy- no, man, who you've tried so hard to be strong for has seen you broken down, your walls caving in into a mess of dust and debris. You can no longer keep up this façade with him.

Warmness embraced you, and you instantly leaned into it, crying softly into the shoulder of the man who loves you, forever and always.

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When you lose the other sock:

"Kikwang-ah, have you seen my other white sock?" I shouted from the closet, nearly letting my drawer swallow me up as I looked through it.

"Hm?" His head poked into the volcanic mess. "Whoa, what are you doing? It looks like a tornado tore this closet apart…"

"I can't find my other white sock…" I stood up straight, brushing some stray hair away behind my ear. "It was those knitted ones that I really liked with my heels…" I mumbled, closing the drawer shut, moving on to the one behind me.

"Let me help you." And on we went for ten minutes, trying to find the knitted sock that I loved oh-so much. I had one out of the two on my bed, and I really wanted to pair them with my heels to go out since it complimented them so well. "Are you sure you didn't lose it before?" Kikwang's voice made me pause.

"Of course I didn't! These socks were expensive, plus I wore them a few days ago…" I stood up, cracking my neck. "Aish, I swear, the sock goblin exists. He could've at least chosen an uglier pair of socks…" I pouted, placing my hands on my hips. I ran my eyes over the mess on the closet floor; it was barely visible underneath all the clothes strewn everywhere.

Kikwang chuckled. "Oh come on, they're just a pair of socks."

I left my lip jutted out towards him. "B-But, they're my favourite pair, a-and they were really expensive!" I sighed, tucking my lip back inwards. "Oh well, you should go now, before you become late." I walked over to Kikwang, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll look by myself. Have a good day at work, Oppa."

Who knows how long I've been searching, and digging through the mountains of cloth, and fabric? But it was long enough for me to fall asleep in the heaps of expensive brands, one of Kikwang's sweater acting as a blanket for me.

Kikwang stepped into the house, figuring that I was already asleep from the lack of noise from the TV. He walked to the bedroom, noticing the light from the closet was still on. He opened the door, and peered inside, letting his smile slip out to greet my sleeping form. He bent down, and kissed me on the forehead, tucking a new, identical pair of my knitted socks into my hand, before leaving again for his next schedule.

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When I make his bed for him:

"What are you doing?" I looked behind me towards the door of the room, staring back at a Daehyun, casually leaning against the door frame. He tried to hide his look of amusement, but the squint in his eyes from the peaking of this smile betrayed him.

I held the corners of the blanket in my hand, gripping it right. "Making the bed." I said simply, before turning back towards my now-daily project. "It's always messy when we come home to it, and I think it's a nice habit to have." I whipped the sheets upwards, the blankets floating back into place, crease-free.

I felt his eyes follow my movements as I walked around the bed to the other side. I took the pillows, and fluffed them to my liking before laying them out artistically. The pastel green was really nice against the off-white… "I actually liked the bed messy." I looked up, raising a brow of complete confusion. "Huh? Why?" Daehyun removed himself from the doorframe, walking towards the bed, standing in front of me  on the other side of the bed. He held out his hand, and I tilted my head at his hand, slowly putting mine into his. He grinned, and with a firm yank, he had us both on top of the bed, a few pillows falling to the ground with a soft plop, the sheets immediately creasing inwards from our weight. "Yah, you messed it up-" "I like it messy because it feels like there's always someone here." His words silenced over mine, his arm pulling me in closer to his body. I shifted on the bed, turning over to hold my face above his. "Silly Daebear, I'll always come back to this bed, even if the world would end tomorrow." I kissed the corner of his mouth as it curved upwards into a smile.

"Besides, when we have se-"

"Daehyun!"

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When I watch him practice:

I watched him practice the familiar dance moves again, the sweat glistening on his concentrated face. All six members, my boyfriend included, were doing everything to perfect their routine, and although I loved watching them practice, watching the same performance for the umpteenth time wasn't really appealing.

The song ended, everybody collapsing on the spot. I walked over to Yoseob, smile plastered to my face as I wrapped a towel around his neck. "Man, you stink." I wrinkled my nose as he pouted, snatching the water bottle from my hand.

"You don't really smell like roses either."

"Yah!" I couldn't fight the smile off from my dropped-jaw. "It's because I've been stuck in this room all day, watching you practice. Of course I'm gonna end up smelling like the room." I crossed my arms over my chest, the pout from Yoseob transferring to my lips.

Yoseob reached out, ruffling my hair. "I really appreciate you being here. I feel less tense knowing that you're by my side."

I felt the pink rise to my cheeks, but chose to ignore it anyway. "What do you mean? You actually have an audience now!"

Yoseob chuckled, his pearly whites peaking out. "I love my fans, but I love your company probably more. You provide us with great criticism."

"Yah, Yang Yoseob, stop romancing over there, and get your butt back to practice!" Doojoon dragged the unfortunate, and whining, Yoseob up by his arm. "Next time, I kick her out of practice if you decide to take an extra minute to flirt with her."

I giggled at the boys, standing up to go back to my seat. I laid down on my stomach, taking a picture of them working hard. This was all going into a scrapbook I was making for them for their anniversary as a group. It was coming up, and I couldn't be more proud of them at how fast they grow.

Like my babies they are.