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EXO Scenarios: When you are pregnant but afraid to tell him (Chen)

This was requested a while back by an anon. Sorry for taking so long to answer, but we're working on your requests as fast as possible :) Thanks for waiting and for reading, and I hope you enjoy this! :D -Admin CC

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You stared at the long white tube in your hands. Two pink vertical lines striped the oval in the center. That meant positive, right? Yes, you’d gone over the word a thousand times already, in more than one tube with the same two lines marked in them, but you couldn’t help doing it again. Your brain was having a hard time making a connection between you and that word. It felt so… surreal.

Pregnant, you forced yourself to say it. You were pregnant. Finally being able to pronounce that sentence in your head made your eyes suddenly well up with tears of joy. Your hand came up to cover your mouth as a bubbling feeling rose up your chest and escaped in the form of a choked giggle. You were having a baby! A tiny boy or girl, with your nose and fair skin, and the shape of his lips and his beautiful eyes…

The overwhelming bliss in your chest was suddenly darkened by insecurity when your husband came to your thoughts. You recalled the talks you’d had about the plans for this new stage of your life that was marriage. For at least a couple more years they included two people, not three: traveling to some exotic place like Tanzania or the Balowieza Forest, starting some sort of business together, and just spending time together before the whole diaper changing thing came along. Sure, his face had lit up and a disarming smile had curved his lips when you suggested he pictured a little Jongdae calling him ‘Daddy’ and then running into his arms to welcome him after a long day at work, but he had placed a tender peck on your lips and answered he wanted to save that precious moment for later, when he was ready and could fully appreciate it. But ‘later’ was only nine months away now.

You sighed and lifted your head. You looked at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, and what you saw made you sad. Becoming a mother was supposed to make your eyes glow with happiness and excitement, not to shadow them with worrisome and doubtfulness. That shouldn’t happen to a happy newly-wed woman madly in love with her caring husband and who, though sooner than expected, was carrying the beautiful miracle of such love in her belly.

A soft knock on the door made you jump and stopped any more scary thoughts from assaulting you.

“Honey, are you okay?” Jongdae’s concerned voice came to you from the other side of the door. You cursed under your breath. All that silly thinking had kept you locked up in there longer than necessary. Now you would have some explaining to do, and you weren’t ready yet to face him with the truth. You needed some time to think how you would deliver the news to him.

“Yes babe, don’t worry. I’m coming out now.” You answered as casually as possible while you gathered all the white tubes scattered over the floor and stuffed them into your makeup bag. After closing the bag and swiping the room with your eyes to make sure no evidence was left behind, you flushed the toilet and flung the door open. You found your husband leaning against the door frame, waiting for you.

“Can’t anyone have some privacy anymore? What do you think was happening in there? I mean, it’s the bathroom.” You told him in a joking way in order to take the scowl off of his handsome face. His shoulders relaxed and he did let out a high-pitched laugh. He cupped your face gently between his hands and gave you a small kiss on the lips. Feeling his smile against your lips made you forget your worries for a second and melted your heart. You also smiled and placed your hands above his, which were cupping your face while his eyes explored your face with a mix of adoration and worry.

“You seem a bit pale to me. You sure you’re not sick?”

“I’m just tired. I guess we could call it work sickness.” You said with a shrug, but guilt knotted your stomach. You hated lying to him like that.

“Well, if you’re sure it’s just that…” You nodded energetically, and with that all suspicion fled from his face. “All right, then I’ll go to the office to finish some things. You go lie down for a while, okay?” The last thing you felt like doing was lying down; you were anxious, and you needed to do something productive to distract yourself, but you just nodded once more and headed towards your room. You hadn’t given one step when Jongdae caught your hand and pulled you to him. The surprise yelp you let out quickly transformed into a pleasure sigh when his lips met yours. He broke apart before you had the opportunity to deepen the kiss and chuckled at your disappointed and slightly annoyed expression.

“Let’s save it for later, when you’re well rested.” He winked as the corner of his mouth twitched up in a mischievous smirk. Now you really regretted not being able to stay still. He went down the stairs while you left to your room, but instead of lying down as your husband had suggested you stood on the doorway until you heard the car leave; then you went downstairs, passing through the living room on your way to the kitchen to grab the phone.

You took out the necessary ingredients for making cupcakes while you held the phone to your ear with your shoulder. You grunted with exasperation and were about to hang up when the person on the other line finally picked up.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Oh, thank God you’re home.” You sighed upon hearing Joonmyeon’s soft voice. He must’ve noted the tension on yours, for worry slipped into his voice when he spoke again.

“Are you okay? Something happened?”

“No–I mean yes, but… Oh geez,” you stopped in the middle of adding water to the cupcake mixture to take a deep breath. “I’ve got news.”

“Good news or bad news?”

“Good, more than good actually, I…” You paused to let out an excited and nervous giggle, then dropped the bomb: “I just found out I’m pregnant.”

A dead silence received your words. It stretched for so long you even started to wonder if the communication had cut, but just then you heard a sharp breath and you had to push the receiver a few inches away from your ear when Joonmyeon began shouting into it.

“Oh my God! Congratulations! I can’t even–I’m going to be an uncle! Oh my, this is the best news ever! Have you told the others already? Put Jongdae on the phone please. This is so exciting!”

“Actually, um, he’s not here right now…”

“He’s at the office then, right? I’ll just call him there and–”

“No! Wait, please.” The urgency and sharpness of your tone cut his blabber off.

“Wha–”

“He doesn’t know about it yet.” You explained.

“What do you mean? You haven’t told him?” he sounded completely baffled, the joy from before completely gone from his voice.

“No, you’re the first to know. I felt that I ought to talk to you before because I… I don’t know. I’m sort of scared.”

“Scared? What for? What’s going on?” You sighed and felt your throat tighten up. You put the mixer to work and wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s just that we talked about it when discussing our plans and he said he wanted to wait a little longer. But now… well, the baby’s already on its way. What if he’s still not ready by the time it is born?” You weren’t sure he had heard you because the sound of the mixer was way louder than your choked voice. He did hear you, and his comforting words only made you sob even harder.

“Oh, darling no. Please don’t worry. Really, Jongdae will be thrilled when he finds out! I mean, so what if it arrives earlier, this is still your baby! You already love it, I already love it, so why wouldn’t he as well? There is absolutely no reason for him to do such an abominable thing. You know him; he loves you and he would never be capable of that.”

“I know, but I can’t help feeling that becoming a father might not be as exciting to him now as it would have been if this had happened later.” Joonmyeon started a reply, but it overlapped with the sound of a familiar voice that froze you on the spot.

“I’m going to be a father?” your husband whispered at your back.

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You felt all color fleeing from your face as you turned to him. You were so nervous that your mouth went dry and prevented any words from coming out, either for him or for Joonmyeon. You couldn’t understand how Jongdae had been able to sneak in without you noticing until the only sound that you registered, besides Joonmyeon’s hollers floating through your hand, was the mixer. You told Joonmyeon you’d call him later as you walked to the mixer and pulled the cable to unplug it. The kitchen fell silent, and none of you spoke for what seemed like hours.

“I thought you were at the office.” You finally said with your eyes glued to the counter. Your peripheral vision caught him nodding absent-mindedly.

“I was, but I… forgot the keys and… we’re having a baby?” More tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to face him, and they spilled when you nodded.

“Yes. I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have found out like this. I’m so stupid and I don’t even know why–�� Jondgae crossed the kitchen in two long strides and wrapped you in an embrace so warm and tight that it just didn’t allow you to continue. Instead you broke into an incontrollable wave of sobs and pressed your face even closer to his chest while you clutched the back of his shirt with all your might.

“Oh sweetheart this is the most wonderful thing ever!” he exclaimed with the voice cracked by emotion, and your heart leaped in your chest. You separated from him a bit to be able to look at his face, and you discovered his eyes not only shone with tears, but there was a brighter gleam that illuminated his whole face. He was stunning, and for a moment you allowed yourself to take all of him in, to memorize every curve, every shadow and every detail of a face that could have been carved by angels. “Why were you so worried before? What’s wrong babe?” he inquired. You shook your head, embarrassed to tell him the incoherent and stupid thoughts you’d been having.

“I’m sorry. I was just scared that… you know about the plans we’d made, and how you said you wanted to enjoy the moment when you were fully prepared for it. I was scared the moment had come too soon.”

“________, listen very carefully. My biggest and most important plan is you. Being with you, loving you, and making sure you’re happy. That’s all I want. Your happiness is my happiness, you know that. I love you more than anything, and look what that love has created. Who cares about timing? There’s no timing when it comes to love, you can’t pretend to put such boundaries around it. Where there’s love there’s no fear, so you don’t have to be afraid. And if you ever are, remember I’m here, and how I feel about you, and how those feelings will never change.”

At that moment you felt like a teenager again: so impossibly, irrevocably and madly in love. What was more: you felt loved. As loved, safe and happy as you could only feel around him. You hugged him once more and verified he was real, he was there and he would not leave. The realization made your body shake with the best type of laughter, the one that made you feel as light as a feather. You really felt weightless when Jongdae scooped you up in his arms and spun you around, shouting to the four winds he was going to be a father. And in that moment, you could swear there was no one more happy and in love than the two of you.

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A few weeks later you lay down in a clinic’s bed, tapping it with your fingers impatiently. Jongdae stood by your side, unable to take his beautiful eyes off of you.

“Babe calm down. Everything’s going to be all right.” Jongdae reassured you, giving a gentle caress to your swollen belly. You grinned and put your hand over his.

“I know, I know. I’m just so excited that we’re finally going to see it, but the nurse is taking too–” The door swung open in that instant and there she came, all smiles and gentleness. You blushed as she welcomed you, and you heard Jongdae let out a quiet laugh. The nurse asked a few questions, and then applied a bluish gel on your belly to make the echography. The coolness of the substance and a growing eagerness caused you to shiver slightly.

“There it is.” The nurse announced merrily when she started rubbing the device over the gel and pointed to a blurry spot on the screen to your left. Tears formed in your eyes and you turned to look at your husband. He was looking at the screen in a daze, but seemed to feel your eyes on him and his attention shifted to you. You smiled to each other and he took your sweaty hand in his to give it a light squeeze.

“That’s our baby, honey. It’s so beautiful.” He whispered and leaned in to kiss your forehead. You nodded in total agreement and half laughed half sobbed. You gazed at the screen once more, but your eyes fixed on the nurse a second later when Jongdae addressed her. A wave of cold ran from the top of your head to the tip of your toes when you noticed she was frowning at the screen.

“Is everything okay?” you asked again trying hard not to panic. The radiant smile that curved her lips had an odd edge to it.

“Oh yes, everything’s fine. They’re perfect.” Her words struck you just as odd as her smile.

“They’re?” you repeated, not grasping what her use of the plural meant. Jongdae did nonetheless, and his hold on your hand tightened at the time he sucked in his breath.

“Yes, that’s right,” she told Jongdae, seeing he understood, and then focused on you again. “Congratulations, you’re expecting twins.”

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EXO Scenarios: When you're sick and he soothes you (Kai)

Requested by an anon. Hope you enjoy! -Admin CC

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Knock, knock, knock. You frowned and lowered the TV volume. Had that been your door? You rubbed your ears to try to get rid of the muffled sensation that came along with being sick and listened intently for a few seconds. Knock. Knock. This time the sound was clearer. Yes, someone was really at your door.

You groaned and got out of bed a bit exasperated at whoever wanted to claim your attention. The only things that deserved your time at the moment were food, TV and sleep.

“Coming!” You winced when you cleared your throat. You hated how raspy your voice got. Definitely staying home was the only good thing about catching a cold. You unlocked the door with a death glare ready to receive the unwanted person, but as soon as you swung it open, all the hate you intended to transmit vanished from your eyes and was replaced by shock.

“Kai?!” You squeaked when you found the godly boy standing outside with a bowl in his hands. Your face grew hot and you tried to hide yourself a bit behind the door, but his dark eyes had already cheekily gone over your disheveled bed hair, bare face and worn-out pajama. Your heart skipped a beat when his full lips drew a smoldering smirk, and you wondered what you could have possibly done in a previous life to be punished with such embarrassment.

“Wha–What are you doing here?” you wondered, trying to cover your face behind your hair at the time that you did your best to straighten it with shaky fingers.

“I overheard Tao gossiping, what a novelty,” he let out a sarcastic laugh while he made his way into the apartment without bothering to ask for permission. “Anyway, he said that you were sick, so I decided to come over and make sure you get better as soon as possible.” He extended the bowl in your direction with a cheerful expression. It was amazing how he could go from killing sexy to cutie pie in a snap. You blinked repeatedly as you looked down to his hands, then back at him.

“It’s chicken soup.” Kai explained, reading the evident confusion you were experimenting. He ignored the fact that the contents of the bowl had little to do with it. Was this a dream? This wouldn’t be the first time you dreamed about having him in your apartment. You rubbed your eyes to test your theory. Oh crap, he really was there!

“Thank you, but you shouldn’t–Achoo!–have bothered.” You croaked avoiding his eyes. You had had the biggest crush on him since forever, and you still couldn’t believe how lucky you’d been to finally share classes with him. More incredible was the fact that you had grown close over the past months, but not in a million years would you have imagined that something like this could happen.

“Kyungsoo made it, so it was no problem at all.” He replied with a shameless shrug. You gave him an incredulous glare as you were about to take the bowl from his hands.

“Then you shouldn’t have bothered Kyungsoo oppa.” The scold didn’t have much impact since you couldn’t help a smile from curving your mouth. You were happy about the fact that he showed so much interest in your well-being, even though you didn’t know exactly why he would do that. Electricity seemed to be escaping from his fingers when you took the bowl into your hands and his skin came in contact with yours. A small shiver that had nothing to do with sickness shook your body, but Kai didn’t seem to notice as he just continued to talk.

“It was nothing. You know Kyungsoo will do anything if I ask him.” You almost lost your grip on the bowl when he winked. You let out a nervous giggle, which in your current state sounded more like a gurgle, and dragged your feet towards the kitchen table.

“There’s no need for you to be so conceited. Besides, that doesn’t explain why you’re so concerned to make me feel better as soon as possible, as you put it.”

“Well isn’t it obvious?” Kai asked while taking a seat at the table across from you. The suggestiveness in his tone caused your breath to hitch. What was he trying to say? “Who will help me out in class if not?” he finished without giving you time to make any speculations. You let out the air you’d been holding in the form of a small laugh and you shook your head to get your thoughts away from the silly direction they had already started to take.

“Oh, that. Well, it’s not like I’m the only one who can help you out. Luhan and Joonmyeon are–Achoo! Oh, sorry. They’re pretty good, too.”

“That’s because they are library rats, not precisely because they’re smart.” Kai said as he stood up to grab a tissue from a nearby Kleenex box. You chuckled and thanked him for the gesture while you took the bowl’s cover off. Steam came floating out and you took a deep breath, even when you knew you wouldn’t be able to smell anything. Kyungsoo’s cuisine was famous, and the sole heat and looks of the soup were enough to make your spirits go up.

“You are fulfilling your purpose. A couple more soups like these and I’ll be good to go in no time.”

“Then I’ll make sure you have them. Explanations are much more interesting when there’s some female company involved.” There it was again. That kind of glances, his voice intonation, and phrases like those that sent your sensations and wild imagination flying over the sky. You choked on the hot liquid and urged the culprit to fetch you a glass of water. You gulped it down while he stared at you with his arms crossed and an amused expression. You glared at him for being so irritating and still being able to pull off a handsome image, but you had to lower your gaze when you noticed there was a flicker of something else in his dark eyes; something that you couldn’t quite place, but which managed to stir your heart.

“Kai, what the heck, stop it.” You muttered when you regained your breath.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” His lips scrunched up in an innocent pout, but one of his eyebrows rose a second later. “Or am I?” he inquired, all innocence gone from his low voice. You suck in a breath and froze, because right then you knew he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He had known all along, and he enjoyed it. You didn’t know if you should feel embarrassed for being so obvious, excited because he seemed to correspond to your feelings or exasperated at him for being such a tease. Who did he think he was to play you like that? Not even demigods had the right to do it. At least, that’s what you’d make him think.

“I don’t know, are you?” Just as you expected, the challenge pleased him. He was the type of person that liked rough things because it meant he had to fight for them. The shine in his eyes and the playfully seductive smile that curved his lips spoke for him: it said ‘game on’.

He bit his lower lip, ludic and inviting, as he got to his feet. You unconsciously drew back on your chair, suddenly taken aback, but you forced yourself to keep a straight face. You held his gaze, which scorched you down to the bones, while he rounded the table in measured, graceful steps. As he approached, down the corner of your eye you could see his index finger tracing the table’s contour slowly, tenderly, tempting. Your skin began to prickle with desire, which only grew and became almost unbearable when he finally reached your side and bent down so his face was inches away from yours.

“Am I?” You gave up when his warm breath caressed your cheeks: you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore and you had to focus on his mouth instead. You didn’t even remember what the original question was, what had led you up to this, but you couldn’t care less. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to taste his sinful lips, to hear low grumbles escaping his throat while you traced the curve of his chiseled jawline and his hands explored your body, to impregnate every fiber of your body with his addictive scent… your eyelids began to close almost unwillingly.

“Am I?” Kai whispered once more, inching closer.

“Yes” you breathed back, rendering yourself to him, hoping that if he had it his way he would also let you have it your way. But you expected too much.

“I win.” He announced cheerfully, drawing back and straightening up at the last moment. You groaned in frustration and shot an incredulous look at him, which turned into an angry one when you saw the hints of arrogance and superiority written on his face.

“Very well, then. As a prize you get to go and ask one of the ‘library rats’ to help you with whatever it is that you need.” You spit with venomous and exaggerated gentleness, and then you smiled with satisfaction when your words managed to wipe the pettiness out of his pretty features. It reappeared a second later though, much darker and dangerous than before.

“It’s such a pity they can’t help me,” he said, shaking his head and looking at his shoes. Then he looked straight at you from behind his lashes, and you knew you had let hell break lose: “because what I need is right in front of me.”

His lips impacted on yours with such force the chair almost toppled over. You squeaked, but he just prevented you from falling by grabbing your waist and pulling you to him without breaking the kiss. You staggered and your feet tripped over one another as he roughly pushed you until your back hit the wall hard, which knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Kai…” you wheezed out of breath. He interpreted the gesture as an encouragement instead of as an indication to stop, so his hot and hungry lips dived for your neck. You gasped in surprise and your hold on the back of his neck automatically tightened, as did his hold on the small of your back. He tugged you closer, misreading your intentions again, and the waves of heat radiating from his body engulfed you in a blazing embrace. You could feel your heartbeat on your ears as an increasing sense of dizziness started to take over you, and you had to repress another gasp by grabbing a fistful of his hair into your hand when you felt the tip of his tongue play against your skin.

“Kai, wait–” You whispered once more, this time more urgently. A rush of pleasure brought a smile to your lips when you heard the low rumble at the back of his throat you had been craving for, even though it had a complaining edge to it. To your relief, he did stop, and you let out a sigh because you were sure if he hadn’t you would’ve passed out. He kept you pinned to the wall nonetheless, and looked at you with questioning eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in between heavy pants. It took a moment for you to answer, not only because you were trying to catch your breath, but also because the sight of an agitated, slightly sweaty Kai towering over you left your mind blank.

“I just–I need some air. Sorry.” You muttered, lowering your gaze, ashamed at your pathetic reason for cutting off the perfect moment you’d dreamed about for so long and that was now becoming a reality. Kai chuckled sympathetically, causing your entire body to tremble, and gave a couple steps back shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I was a bit too… intense.” You smiled and nodded, still unable to look at him. He moved closer again and grabbed your chin in order to lift your face.

“I’ll go slower from now on, okay?” he assured you as he took a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, and just as he set eyes upon your lips a sudden tingling sensation in your nose reminded you of something.

“Hold–Achoo!–on” you scratched your nose angrily. First the dizziness and now the sickness; it seemed your body was not willing to cooperate with your desires.

“Aigo, so cute” Kai said scrunching up his nose and pinching your cheek as if you were a little kid.

“Being sick is not cute,” You retorted with a pout, waving his hand off. “It makes me look ugly.”

“That’s because you don’t see yourself the way I see you.” he said, turning serious again. He circled your waist with his hands and pulled you closer to his solid body. “To me, you look pretty hot, sick or not.”

“You’re lying.” His eyebrows went up.

“Am I?” his grip on your waist tightened and his forehead came to rest against yours. “You really want me to prove you wrong again?” his warm breath accelerated your pulse again.

“You might catch a cold if you do.” You warned him as he leaned in to you. Your body shook along with his when he laughed.

“You’ll be lucky to pamper me if I do.”

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You glanced at your watch once again and sighed. That kid! He was fifteen minutes late already! You did not wake up earlier than you strictly had to just for him to dismiss you like that.

You looked out the classroom window to see if you could catch a glimpse of Kai, and even though he was nowhere to be found, you were lucky enough to cross ways with someone who might know his whereabouts.

“Sehun-ah, do you know where Kai is? We were supposed to see each other here to study together like twenty minutes ago.”

“Well, that’s not going to be possible. The idiot’s at home, sick. He didn’t tell you?” You shook your head and sighed with a strange mixture of anger and amusement. Sehun narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful way.

“Mmmm, maybe you’ll just have to move the study session to his place. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red at his suggestion. Sure he will, you thought. He was an evil genius. At that moment Kyungsoo walked into the classroom, and you knew there was something else he would appreciate.

“Hi Kyungsoo oppa! I’m sorry to ask for this all of the sudden, but do you think you can you do me a favor?”

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Hi! I'm a member of a group of exo fanfic collectors and I was hoping we could add your work "EXO Scenario: When you go on a family trip (Sehun)" to our Sehun library. We give you full credit and you can ask us to remove the link from our library whenever you want. Is this ok with you?

Yes, this is very okay with us :) thank you for adding us to your list!

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EXO Scenarios: Underneath The Bitch Face (Sehun)

Hi! This is admin Luxx writing this request, I loved it because it specifically requested for Sehun to be “the bitch of the school” hahahaha. This is actually my head cannon for Sehun, I hope you enjoy!

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If there was such a thing as a kingka in this world (and not just some word dramas made up) that was Sehun. He was the king of the school, the leader of the most popular group (aka EXO) and of course the man.

Yes, you might think Suho was the leader but no, not really, not after young little maknae rebelled against him and won the leadership in a (questionably honorable) thumb fight. Now you saw him walking down the hallways seemingly in slow motion, with a gust of wind of unknown precedence tousling his hair and poor Kai carrying his books with big Chanyeol waving around a binder to fan him (most probably the source of the wind). Suho stood behind awkwardly, as if waiting to attend any of Sehun’s commands.

People moved out of his way without even a twitch of his handsomely stoic face. He walked like a model, all tall and lean and if there was such a thing as a bitch face, Sehun had it, he owned it.

Sehun arrived to the lockers and for the first time, his eyes changed as he saw you.

You were very different from him, very approachable and nice to others. You didn’t like to impose on anyone and surely wouldn’t command someone to fan you with a binder (Chanyeol looked tired, that binder looked heavy). You turned to him with curious eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in calculus?” you asked him, stuffing your own books on your locker.

“Aren’t you hot?” he asked, avoiding the question “Chanyeol, what are you doing? Fan my girlfriend!”

Chanyeol panted as he finally stopped fanning and turned to you but you frantically waved your hands.

“N-no need” you said and then turned to Sehun “Oppa, what did I tell you about skipping classes?”

“It’s not a big deal” he said with a shoulder shrug but you could tell he was nervous.

“It is! And in the future refrain from making Chanyeol-shi do such straining jobs”

“But—“

“Please” you pouted.

Sehun looked at you, eyes trembling as he tried to not give in. He was Sehun, he was the leader, the man. Surely he wouldn’t succumb to—

“Fine” he said, his eyebrows jutting out of his forehead in a grumpy frown.

You smiled. “That’s my oppa!”

And Sehun’s expression totally changed when you held his face and gently pressed a kiss on his lips. The rest of EXO were witnesses of a change only comparable to that of a wild beast being domesticated.

Sehun smiled, a smile that only you could make him do, the one where he looked a bit silly as his cheeks pushed up and his eyes became small but you adored it, you adored him as he hugged you and buried your head on his chest (darn he was tall).

Kai and Suho looked at each other. No one was really sure why he liked you in the first place (he didn’t seem like he could like anyone) or why you even liked him back. He seemed rude, disrespectful and more or less Satan’s right hand while you were… just not that, yet you could see who he was underneath everything: underneath that bitch face was a silly smile, underneath the rudeness he was actually kind. Your guess was that the rest of them only looked at the bad things.

Yes, Kai had to carry his books but Sehun gave him a ride school every day free of charge and yes, Chanyeol was fanning him with a binder but Sehun has been taking care of his drunken ass in every party since forever. He even went to Suho’s apartment to check on him and bring him groceries that one time he broke his leg. He was kind, just in an I-prefer-to-be-evil way.

You saw it, you saw it when no one did and that made him love you since the minute you mentioned it, the moment you told him “you’re not as bad as they think you are, as you think you are” and that changed him, is changing him. Slowly but surely.

“So I’ll see you after school right?” he asked, with his hands still on your shoulders.

“Totally” you said with a smile and he grinned right back at you until he turned back and jumped, startled about the presence of the boys.

“You’re still here?!”

“Uhh… no” Chanyeol lied. Needless to say, it was not very convincing.

“What are you dumb assess looking at?! Go!” he suddenly yelled at the boys and they scurried away.

You smiled. He had been mean alright but that was his way of releasing them from their duties. When he was alone with you he completely let his guard down, you finally saw that he was only a twenty year old with a penchant for using words like ‘yehet’.

“Let’s go” he said and took your hand, putting on his façade of the big, bad boy as he walked the hallways with you.

He could hide himself all he wanted but he could never hide how sweaty his palm was, underneath the bitch face.

#sehun #exo #exo scenarios #sehun scenarios #oh sehun

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I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT! Omg thank you so much! I had a huge grin on my face the entire time I was reading it. And now I have to read it a second time.

I'm glad you liked it <3 I loved writing it as well hehe thanks again for what you did for us :)

Feel free to request again in the future and stick with us for more scenarios~~

-Admin Luxx

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B.A.P Scenarios: From Tumblr To Real Life (Yongguk)

Hello! This is a special fic for one of our followers who very kindly informed us of someone stealing one of my one-shots ;-; I really appreciated her info so this is a special scenario requested by her: lostfallendreams. Enjoy :)

-Admin Luxx

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You arrived first. You wanted to think that you were ready while in reality, you were not. You sat there, on that coffee shop you usually frequented with your sweaty hands fiddling with a napkin, checking your cellphone every now and then. You were nervous, thinking that maybe you were overdressed for the occasion in your flowery summer dress but you wanted to look pretty…

This was the first time you two would officially meet.

Well, you had met… online.

It’s not like he was creeping on those weird dating sites or anything, no. You simply met him one day in Tumblr. You had followed him since before because you liked his self-composed songs and raps that he would often upload and the fun things that he would reblog. One day though, he uploaded a picture of this particular coffee shop, a coffee shop you knew well with the caption “I always walk past this place, I have to give it a try someday”.

You were surprised that you lived in the same area. You sent him an ask, asking him if he lived around there. He replied publically “yeah, pretty close, you know it?” and you replied affirmatively, saying good things about it. He sent you an ask then, telling you about other cool places he had visited in your hometown and you replied.

It was a casual friendship, a few asks here and there and casual reblogging of one another, with tags that only the other would understand and such things.

He introduced himself as Yongguk “just a guy who likes music” as his description said. You communicated a lot through asks and you felt like you were clogging people’s dashes by publishing them so things became more personal by private asks, but soon you two wanted to say more and switched to fanmails.

You didn’t know what was happening to you, if you were imagining that he was flirting with you with his bad pickup lines or if he had actually reblogged your selfie with a “#pretty girl” tag but you were becoming attracted to him. The deep, husky voice you heard in the raps he uploaded was starting to give you chills down your spine, the good kind. He was expressive in the way he wrote, he had so many deep thoughts. You felt like there was a universe inside of him but it was him who asked you first.

“Would you like to go out with me? To see that coffee shop?” he simply asked in an ask.

You didn’t think you would react like this but you actually squealed and jumped in joy and then coolly replied “Yeah sure, when?” as if you weren’t dying on the inside. That was the good thing about the internet: you had time to think what you wanted to say and could seem more calmed and collected than you actually were.

So there you were, after working out the details about your date. You asked him how would you know if it was him, since he had never uploaded any photos of himself but he said that he’d recognize you through your selfie last month, about your new haircut. Apparently, he wanted his appearance to be a surprise. You didn’t know if this meant that he was a 40 year old creeper and that made you a bit wary about going, but alas, you did, knowing that it would be in a public place: the coffee shop from the picture.

And there you were. With your napkin on the table by the window, checking your cell phone to see if he sent any message to cancel the date or anything even though he wasn’t even late, you had simply arrived earlier.

Five minutes later, when you were checking your tumblr to pass the time, someone tapped you on the shoulder and a male voice asked your name. When you lifted your head to see him, you were speechless.

It couldn’t be him, it couldn’t. He had to be, looking like a rapper in his white loose tank top and black pants but a guy that handsome couldn’t spend his time on the internet all day with like you did.

“Your hair has grown”

“I…I-Yeah. My hair grows fast” you said as you touched it self-consciously. “You… you’re Yongguk, right?” you asked, just to make sure, but you definitely knew the deep voice he had.

“Yeah” he said with a smile, as he sat across you. “What do you think?”

“About what?”

“About me” he said and looked down at the table for a bit.

You saw his strong eyes, the straight black hair and somewhat thick lips, his built arms caught you attention but you didn’t want to linger on them so you looked at his face again, drowning in the black of his eyes. He was very, very handsome but under all he seemed just like you: nervous, self conscious. He wasn’t the suave guy that he appeared to be on the internet but reality was much more appealing to you.

You smiled. “Well, now I know you’re not a 40 year old creeper” he laughed out loud and you noticed how big his smile was, his gums could be seen and his eyes became small crescents.

“Same to you.” he said and looked around. “This coffee shop really is nice”

“I’ve been telling you that for months”

“Yeah, I just thought that if I didn’t come here I’d have an excuse to ask you to come with me to see it” it was your turn to laugh.

“Very clever” you granted him with a smile and he smiled awkwardly as well. He seemed pleased to be able to make you smile.

“You are…” he started but never finished “no, never mind”

“I’m what?” you asked and looked at yourself in sudden fear that maybe you didn’t look fine or were actually overdressed as you originally thought or maybe there was something on your clothes or—

“Prettier. Than in your photographs I mean, you are prettier in real life” he said, not able to look at you at first but finishing his sentence with a real, honest look at you. You didn’t know how to answer, never in your life had anybody said something like that to you upon such a short time of meeting.

“Thanks” you said and he smiled slightly again, like he knew how he looked like, saying such love struck things on a first meeting; but he was like an old friend. He talked with a voice you knew, with words you had read, just in a body you had never seen. A very good one.

No. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about the body. Stop. Don’t stare at the arms.

“Are you…?” Yongguk asked, barely containing a huge smile. He had definitely caught you staring for sure.

“No! No, I’m not” but your denials were futile as he burst out laughing, as you feared he would. You wanted the earth to swallow you until he said “I think you and I are going to be getting along just fine”

“Why is that?”

“’Cause I can’t stop looking at you either”

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A booming laugh was heard from both of you in the small coffee shop.

“Hahahahaha, worst pick up line ever” you said, drying your tears of laughter.

“I know, right? I’m a genius for these”

A waiter soon came to you and asked you to kindly leave the establishment, as you were disrupting other customers with your ruckus.

You couldn’t stop laughing even as you left the building.

“Wow, those guys can’t take some fun” Yongguk said.

“Yeah, good coffee but not such a great service” you agreed with a shrug.

“Let’s get outta here,” he said, taking your hand “I’ll take you to that skate park I talked to you about, no pissy waiters” You squeezed his hand.

“Where were you all my life?” you asked only half joking, truly not believing the absolute chemistry you were feeling. He simply smiled.

“In Tumblr”

#yongguk #yongguk scenarios #b.a.p scenarios #bap scenarios #lostfallendreams #bang yongguk

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maum-scenarios · 11 years ago

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thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you for sehunii scenario 😘

you’re welcome! always a pleasure :) Admin CC sends thanks as well, she loved writing it! thanks for the request again and keep up with us for more fics ^^

-Admin Luxx

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maum-scenarios · 11 years ago

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Hello Luxx could you be a civilized human being and use the 'read more' of your fics because 1. its not that great, 2. not everyone wants to read it, and 3. its taking up too much damn space.

Yo dude, I could do that but I don't like being talked at like that. I'm sorry if you don't like it but there's a thing called scrolling and another one called freaking manners.

You could say that to my face with your actual username instead of being rude anonymously. You could black list me, not follow me or whatever. I'll only listen if it comes out from my own followers asking with manners, as they always have.

#anon #anonymous #answered #i'm sorry if I seem rude #i really don't like disrespectful people #Anonymous

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maum-scenarios · 11 years ago

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EXO Scenario: When you go on a family trip (Sehun)

Cute and fluffy scenario requested by mashael1993 :D Hope you like it! Thanks for reading <3 -Admin CC

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“Yeobo, is everything okay?” Sehun asked in between pants. You looked up from the folder you’d been going through and smiled, half in amusement and half in reassurance. Your husband was leaning against the car’s trunk, trying to catch his breath after putting the huge suitcase in.

“Yes, I was just checking we’ve got all the needed papers, but I believe I should be the one asking that to you.” Sehun scoffed at your teasing and you only laughed out loud when he rolled his eyes.

“Well, you know, you’re definitely a light traveler…” the sarcasm in his voice made his cute lisp a bit more noticeable. You laughed again.

“Oh as if I’m the only one who takes up space.” he was about to retort when you rose on your tiptoes to give him a sweet peck on the lips. He was caught off guard and remained stiff, wanting to pretend he was still angry, but his expression gave him away. You chuckled; you knew he couldn’t be mad for too long, especially after receiving some physical contact. You grabbed him by the arms and squeezed his hard toned biceps. “Besides, you are the strong, powerful man of the house. A simple suitcase can’t win the battle.” That pulled a small grin out of his lips and then it was his turn to chuckle as he looked behind your shoulders.

“Fifteen more years and I won’t have to fight alone.” You turned and your smile got even wider when you spotted your two year old son running towards you. He was the living image of his father: silky hair that framed the milky white skin of his elongated face, small pink lips, and almond-shaped eyes. The only difference was the eye and hair color: toasted hazelnut, which he had inherited from you. You crouched and waited for the little boy to run into your open arms. You caught him and squeezed him in a tight tender embrace while you got to your feet again. Your laughter mixed with the child’s high-pitched one and your husband’s lower amused grumble as his squishy face snuggled against your neck.

“Umma, umma! That! I want to see them!” The toddler shouted against your ear and squirmed in your arms with excitement. You separated him a bit, groaning at the unpleasant ringing in your ear that his scream caused, and grasped him tighter.

“Hyunsik–calm down a bit, honey. What do you want to see?”

“That!” His tiny finger pointed to the friendly-looking dolphins that occupied the cover of the folder on your hands.

“These? What is their name?” You questioned. The kid scrunched his nose and inflated his rosy cheeks in concentration, trying to remember the right word. Sehun put his lips to the child’s ear and whispered the answer, covering his mouth in a playful attempt of avoiding you from overhearing. You shook your head with a sigh, and thought about taking back what you had told Sehun before, because his mental age was about the same as Hyunsik’s. But when your son’s face lit up you remembered why you loved that childish behavior so much.

“Dophin! I want to see dophins!” Your heart warmed up at his pronunciation; he was the cutest thing with his attempts of talking, even when he could get really loud at times. You gasped and exaggerated the surprise on your face while you put him back down so you could put a hand up for him. Hyunsik high-fived it, happy for knowing he had done something right.

“Very good sweetie! They’re dolphins, and you’ll be able to see them soon.” Your words created another enthusiastic reaction on the child, who started clapping and jumping.

“Yes, yes, dophins, dophins!” Hyunsik repeated without taking notice of the grammatical correction you’d just made.

“Maybe next time Sehun appa won’t cheat and will let you remember the words by yourself.” You eyed the said person with a raised brow, but he just shrugged and pouted innocently.

“But I know it! I know it!” Hyunsik complained and stomped his small feet on the ground. Sehun’s eyes widened and he nodded, playing along with his son.

“See? I didn’t cheat, right Hyunsik?” Sehun sent a knowing wink at the kid, who gave his father the reason. Mummy couldn’t know daddy had helped him. You rolled your eyes again, slightly bothered by the complicity going on against you, and clapped a couple of times to gather the attention of the boys.

“All right, all right, enough of games, we must hurry you pair of Pinocchios,” you turned to Sehun and said “I’ll get the remaining luggage; you can go get Hyunsik’s diaper bag.” He nodded in agreement and asked Hyunsik to accompany him back into the house. In the hurry the baby tripped over his own feet, but Sehun caught him before he hit the ground and sat him over his shoulders laughing.

“Oh, and don’t forget his pillow and blanket!” You reminded Sehun while Hyunsik grabbed his father by the hair and pulled it playfully, but with force. Sehun just waved a hand, in between pain exclamations, to let you know he had heard you because he was too busy trying to stop the boy from leaving him bald.

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The hot humid wind messed your hair as you ran away from Sehun and Hyunsik, who was holding his dad’s hand and was going as fast as his little legs allowed him to keep up with the pace. The wet sand got in between your toes and your ears captured the sound of blissful laughter and soft waves as you tried to avoid getting caught by your two beloved boys. You finally stopped when you felt a light tug in your calf.

“Mine! Umma can’t go now!” Hyunsik shouted as he wrapped his arms tightly around your leg.

“Oh no, I’m trapped! Please let me go, pleeeeease.” You begged and pouted at your son, but he shook his head vigorously and buried his face on your leg to not see your cuteness.

“Aniyo! Umma naekkeoya!” Sehun freed you from Hyunsik’s grasp by lifting him up with one arm.

“Aniya, naekkeoya.” He said with a mischievous smirk, ignoring the kid’s protests. You gave him a warning look, but his smirk just got wider.

“Oh Sehun, don’t you even–” you let out a yelp when he lifted you with his free arm and hung you across his shoulder.

“I think it’s time for mummy to get a bath, don’t you Hyunsik?” The kid’s mood brightened with those words.

“Ne! Ne! Mummy bath!” You could feel Sehun’s body shaking with laughter underneath you while he, oblivious to your shrieks, walked towards the blue foamy ocean. Your desperate attempts of holding to his back when the waves caressed his legs proved to be useless and your mouth was soon filled with the salty taste of sea water. Sehun helped you up almost right away and you crashed against his bare solid chest, still coughing. You pulled away, fearing the impact might’ve hurt Hyunsik, but his laughter indicated he was fine. You raised a finger, about to scold Sehun for throwing you into the water so unceremoniously and then trying to make up by nearly crushing your child, but he anticipated your reaction and leaned into your open mouth.

Your wet lips met his hungry ones for a passionate second, in which you even tasted a hint of his tongue, and just as quickly as it started it finished. When he pulled away you noticed in his eyes he was hoping that that brief intimate moment would make you forgive and forget. You flashed a warm smile at him, which Hyunsik interpreted as happiness, and asked with an innocent tone:

“Good bath, umma?” Your attention jumped to your son and the warmth of your smile rose to your eyes. You took him out of Sehun’s arms and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, Hyunsik, which is why daddy’s going to enjoy one too.” And before the words could sink in, you pushed a wide-eyed Sehun into the sea. You chuckled along with Hyunsik at how cute he looked struggling to get back on his feet, but you unconsciously bit your lower lip and gulped a minute later, when he finally managed to regain equilibrium. His skin glistened when the sun hit the drops of water that ran down his wide back, and his drenched black hair sent more droplets flying in every direction when he shook his head to get it out of his eyes. They fixed on you with a challenging look that, along with the rapid rising and falling of his chest created by his agitated breaths, was driving you off the edge.

“So now we’re even.” He said, relieving the tension by curving his lips into a smirk. He was going to walk past you, towards the umbrella where you’d left your things, but you reached out to grab his arm.

“No,” his head gave an instinctive turn, which was exactly what you were expecting so you could have the chance to assault his lips with a kiss. “Now we are.” You finished when you broke apart. He smiled with his eyes still glued to your mouth, eager for more, but he just searched for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours when Hyunsik pushed your faces away from each other, upset by the lack of attention he’d been getting. The boy didn’t understand what could be so funny to his parents, for he certainly didn’t find being ignored amusing.

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You moved your foot from side to side, playfully hitting Sehun’s, as you both kept an eye on Hyunsik in silence. He was concentrated on piling up sand to create a castle, which looked more like a sand mountain, a few feet away from where you were sitting. The sun was already going down on the horizon and a nice marine breeze caressed your skin. The last rays of sun tore glints from the calm water behind the busy boy, surrounding him in a golden frame. You sighed and allowed your eyelids to close for a moment. It had been a tiring day, and there was so much peace…which vanished when you felt a light nudge in your shoulder. You groaned and ignored your irritating husband.

“Hey, wake up irresponsible mummy. Are you going to leave your kid without supervision?” Sehun said, nudging you again. You opened your eyes only to pierce him with a killer glance.

“Right, I forgot I have two children instead of a husband and a baby.” You retorted and closed your eyes again, distancing yourself from him. You heard his low chuckle and the crunch of the sand as he moved close to you again. You tried to wriggle away once more but his arms surrounded your waist and held you firmly against his body. You sighed; you were too tired to fight him, so you made the most out of the situation and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I have to take advantage of these rare moments when he’s fully absorbed into something and I can have some time for myself.” You said.

“For ourselves” he emphasized, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Hopefully by now all his energy has burned out and we’ll be able to have a good night’s sleep.” You laughed at the mere thought.

“I haven’t had a good night of sleep in two years. I don’t cherish any hopes by now.”

“Well, it’s coming to an end. He’s growing; soon he won’t be so tireless.”

“Then he better give that tirelessness to me; I feel like I’ve aged ten years instead of two.”

“I can assure you it doesn’t show.” Sehun said with a tone that made your cheeks burn while he checked you out from head to toe. A shiver went down your spine when he snuggled even closer and a gasp escaped your lips when he breathed into your neck.

“Sehun, can you please control yourself?” You placed a hand on his chest to push him away, but the shakiness of your whisper gave your real thoughts away. The hairs at the back of your head stood on point when he chuckled darkly and another gasp made its involuntary way up your throat when his lips met your jawline.

“Oh God Sehun, seriously, stop it.” You shoved him away, though your body begged for more. You tried to even your breathing and your heartbeat, but his low teasing laughter was making it very hard. You prevented him or you from attempting anything else by getting back on subject “If I’m honest, though, I don’t know if I’m totally happy about the fact that he’s growing. I’m not ready to let his baby stage go, you know?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure Hyunsik wouldn’t mind having a dongsaeng to play with.” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

“Yah! I told you to control yourself!” you bickered at him and hit his arm.

“I’m sorry, jagi, but this bikini is pushing my self-control over the limit.” You were about to get back at him when a sharp loud cry broke through the late evening’s calm like a gunshot.

You jumped on your feet and without a second thought made a run across the beach. Sehun beat you to it and was already kneeling besides the kid by the time you reached their side. You lifted Hyunsik in your arms and cradled him against your chest.

“Hyunsik! What happened?! Are you hurt? I’m so sorry baby.” you screamed, breathless, while you checked his face and overall body. He seemed uninjured, but he kept weeping uncontrollably.

“I–I can’t! B–bad sand! No ca–castle!” he blurted out. A hot wave of relief washed away every other feeling in your body when you understood that he was crying out of frustration and not pain.

“Oh my–” you felt your knees were about to give in and hurried to put Hyunsik back down. He ran into Sehun’s arms and hugged tightly to him while you let yourself slip back into a sitting position. You covered your face with your hands without knowing whether you wanted to cry or laugh. You opted for the second and turned to Sehun. He had managed to calm Hyunsik, who was now rubbing his eyes with his fists to get rid of the remaining tears.

“We’ll just build one together, okay? It will be the biggest, strongest castle ever made.” Sehun assured the boy. Hyunsik nodded and even pulled a smile, encouraged by his daddy’s words. Sehun kissed the top of his head and messed his little self’s hair. Hyunsik crawled out of Sehun’s arms to go for his plastic shovel laying a few feet away. Your husband took that moment to find your eyes and ask you if you were all right. You smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. He smiled back and twitched his eye in what you took for a wink attempt. You laughed out loud and then focused your attention on Hyunsik again. He came back to Sehun’s side and handed him the shovel, but kept the bucket to himself. The boy then seemed to realize something and turned to you with concern written in his face.

“No shovel for umma…”

“Don’t worry honey; I’ll make sure everything’s fine from here.” You said shifting into a more comfortable position, but Hyunsik still seemed unsatisfied with your resolution. “Go on; show daddy how to do it.” The boy gazed at Sehun, and after getting a nod of approval from him as well, he could finally sit at ease. They began piling up the sand and shaping it with care. Your heart swelled with love with such endearing scene. Witnessing the father and son interaction also brought Sehun’s previous words to your mind. Maybe, just maybe, giving Hyunsik a dongsaeng might not be such a terrible idea after all.

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Some time later

“Jagi-yah? Sehun, where are you?” you called for your husband. His voice answered you from inside Hyunsik’s room. You crossed the corridor and came to a halt at the doorway.

“Jagi, I have something to– what are you doing?” you asked in confusion when you saw him standing on a stool, reaching for something at the top of the closet.

“I’m getting the box of the baby carrier. I think it’s time to sell it or something.” He answered with a strained voice.

“Babe, uhhh, actually I think we should keep it,” you muttered with certain nervousness.

“Yeobo, I understand it’s hard to get rid of things like these, but he’s already too big for it. It’s just taking up space and–”

“Sehun, we have to keep it.” You interrupted him. The conviction in your voice made him stop short and look at you. You stared back intently. The box, which he’d finally managed to get, slipped from his hands as his eyes widened. Were you saying what he thought you were saying?

“You mean…?” One of your hands lowered to your stomach unconsciously as you nodded and smiled.

“Hyunsik’s having a dongsaeng.”

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