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Nari and I (Zion) have decided to leave this blog and move to our own personal blogs where we will continue writing scenarios and doing various other things of our choosing. If you wish to keep up with our activities, then I encourage you to follow our blogs. As for the things we have posted on this account, we will likely simply reblog them on our personal accounts or move them over. Nari’s personal blog can be found here and Zion’s here.

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Who Would(n’t) Survive a Zombie Apocalypse: GOT7

I want to clarify that this is purely my opinion and just for fun; I don’t have any ill will towards the members, including the ones I think wouldn’t survive.

Jaebum

I strongly think Jaebum would make it. He would be a lone wolf focused on finding his family; once he finds (or doesn’t find) them, he’ll focus on finding a cure or helping whomever is making the cure. If he’s ever forced into a group, he’ll be really annoyed and only help them in tight situations; he’ll only really focus on his own survival, not some strangers’.

Mark

I think he’ll barely survive. When the apocalypse initially begins, he’ll be in shock. His loved ones will die and that’ll be his motive to live and hopefully make them proud. He’ll spend most of the apocalypse holed up somewhere, but he’ll slowly make his way to wherever the cure is rumored to be.

Jackson

Jackson won’t make it. He has the skill to, but his soft heart will lead to his death. He’ll be the leader of a group. The group will be trying to run away from a hoard of zombies when one of the children would trip. Not having the heart to leave one of his people behind, he’ll run back for her. She’ll make it to safety, but he won’t. Instead of running back to his group with a singular bite, he’ll stay back and fight them off until he’s overrun.

Youngjae

He’ll make it. How quiet he can be will work in his favor. For the most part, he’ll be on his own. Eventually a nice group of people will come along and take him up under their wing upon seeing how skilled he is. He’ll help the group a lot, but will only be friends with one of them- and that’ll only be because of how determined she’ll be.

Jinyoung

I’m iffy on if he’ll make it. I see why he would make it, but I also see why he wouldn’t. I think I’m leaning more towards he wouldn’t. He’ll probably be captured and separated from his group after scavenging went wrong. He won’t really know when to shut up, so a hot-tempered person will off him.

Bambam

He won’t make it. He’ll probably die from doing something stupid without realizing how stupid it is. He’ll make it pretty far and, when he’s scavenging with another member of his group, he’ll go up to the top level of an old building. Part of the roof will be caved in, leaving the wooden floors open to the elements. Seeing a can of peach slices across the room, he’ll think running across will surely be the best option. The pounding of his feet will cave in the floor, leading to sharp, jagged wood beneath him.

Yugyeom

His charm will help him get through. He’ll be captured in the middle of the night while he’s sleeping at his camp. They’ll decide that they like him so he’s given an ultimatum: either join or die. He chooses to join. He’ll earn everyone’s trust and slowly work his way up to the leader, thanks to the help of some mysterious deaths.

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Wait (SHINee Minho Scenario)

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Admin: Zion

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Angst

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I didn’t really know what to do with it because I didn’t want to draw it out too much.

You rolled onto your side and sighed. Tonight was another restless night. It had been nearly impossible to get any sleep for the past few days. The only time you really felt tired was in the middle of the work day and you obviously couldn’t sleep then.

You turned to face Minho and wiggled closer to him. He seemed to be asleep judging by his even breathing and his lack of response to you getting close to him. He was laying on his back with one arm behind his head and the other draped over his chest. The sheets rustled as you pressed yourself against his side and slowly started trailing kisses down the side of his neck.

“What the hell?” He mumbled and pulled away slightly. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to have some fun,” You said quietly.

“Why?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’m tired and not in the mood.”

“Please? Just real quick.”

“No, honey. I’m going back to sleep.”

You sat up and stared down at him but he didn’t notice and immediately drifted back into sleep. Maybe all you needed was a hot shower to soothe your mind. The logical part of your mind knew that it was unfair for you to expect Minho to wake up and satisfy you even though he was tired from work and needed to get as much sleep as he could; the selfish part of you wanted him to sacrifice his sleep so that you could sleep too. You climbed back into bed and lightly tapped Minho on the shoulder. He stirred after your taps became quicker and a little harder.

“Baby, please don’t start on the whole sex thing again. I love you but I’m exhausted,” He said against his pillow.

“I know. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Minho.”

Silence settled over the two of you before Minho grabbed you and pulled you against his side. He smoothed your hair and gave a brief smile.

“It’s okay, baby. Just stop waking me up in the middle of the night.”

Before you could reply Minho’s arm loosened around you and he snored softly, signifying he had already fallen asleep.

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Morning After (Royz Subaru Scenario)

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Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff?

Continuation of Old Friend

You woke up the next morning with your head pounding and your hips ached. “Fuck,” you mumbled and sat up in bed. You stood up and closed the blackout curtains- the sun hurting your eyes too much for you to leave them open. “I really shouldn’t drink that much wine.”

You pulled on a silk robe and looked around, not seeing any sign of the ex you probably shouldn’t have slept with. A tinge of disappointment stabbed you in the heart, but you ignored it and decided to take a hot shower. It probably wasn’t a good idea to take as hot of a shower as you did since you were already dehydrated from the alcohol, but it felt too good to pass up.

After the shower, you dried off, got dressed, and headed downstairs for something to eat and drink. It was silent, so you were completely surprised to see Subaru standing in the kitchen, wearing boxers and a plain black t-shirt. He was drinking water and leaning against the counter while going through your mail.

“Okay, I have a few questions about this situation.” Your arms folded across your chest and you leaned against the doorframe.

“What’s up?” He casually laid down the envelopes and looked up at you.

“Firstly, why are you going through my mail? That’s illegal.”

“Since when?”

You stared at him with your mouth open, dumbfounded. “I’m not going to even bother explaining. Now answer my question.”

“I was curious.”

“It’s just a bunch of bill notifications!”

“But there’s also a Cosmo magazine.”

“I like reading the stories! Some of them are entertaining.”

“Whatever you say. Next question?”

“Why are you still here? Do you not know how a one-night-stand works?”

“This is different. We’re exes.”

“It’s different because it’s worse. We shouldn’t have even slept together.”

“Awe, but you looked so sexy last night. You also looked pretty adorable while you were sleeping.” He took a few steps so that he was standing in front of you and grabbed your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Besides, we dated a long time ago. Things can change.”

You looked away to hide how much you were blushing. “My feelings for you haven’t changed. I don’t like you. I only dated you back then because that’s what we were expected to do...”

“The last part may be true, but I think you do have feelings for me- which is why you’re blushing.” When you didn’t reply, he said, “I’ll go home, but I’m going to give you my number. Contact me if you need anything.” He exited into the living room and put on his discarded clothes from the night before.

“Hey... Take a shower and I’ll wash your clothes. We’ll go out for breakfast once you’re clean.”

“Are you sure?” He looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t sure.”

“Will this be considered a date?”

You sighed, unsure about if it should be considered as such. “We’ll have it as a friendly meal and see where it leads.”

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B.A.P Aesthetics

01 September 2017

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Cafe (SHINee Minho Scenario)

Admin: Zion

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

Minho rested his chin on his hand and watched as you handed a bag of pastries to a customer with a fake smile on your stunning face. He was so distracted by you that he didn’t even notice a slim hand shoot out and make his hand fly out from under his head. His head banged painfully on the table and he hissed in pain and rubbed his face.

“What the hell, Kibum? That hurt,” He groaned.

“Then make your crush less obvious. Trust me, how obvious you’re making it is much more painful than hitting your face on the table. I can basically see your future together. It’s creepy.”

Minho flinched. Not at the sass dripping from Key’s voice, but from how correct he must be.

“You need to help me. I can’t stop thinking about her and it’s driving me insane.”

“I already knew you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You’ve made it so pronounced. Before she started working here you only came to this cafe when you were in a rush and needed something to eat. Now it’s everyday. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve gained weight from all the muffins you’ve consumed.”

“Every day I keep meaning to talk to her but I can’t bring myself to do it. What if she doesn’t even notice my existence other than when I’m ordering from her?”

“I doubt that. Remember? You’re Flaming Charisma Minho. Just go talk to her and get her number.”

“Okay, fine. But you’re coming with me for support.”

Kibum rolled his eyes, but followed Minho to the counter. Luckily today was a slow day and you were only dealing with one customer. But that customer seemed to be ordering a lot. The longer it took her to order everything she wanted, the more anxious Minho got.

“I can’t do this,” He muttered.

“Yes you can. Now go up to the register. She’s finally done ordering everything they have in stock.”

Kibum poked Minho in the side, encouraging him to walk up to you. You looked up from the register and smiled.

“Weren’t you just up here?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah. I forgot to order-.”

“No! If you order one more thing I’m taking your wallet,” Key said, annoyance tinting his voice.

“Okay, okay. I came up here to talk to you.” Minho leaned against the counter, not entirely sure what to do because everything felt awkward.

“What about?”

“I’ve been coming here for a few weeks so that I can see you but I couldn’t get up the courage to actually talk to you until now.”

“Nice. Next tell her that you also follow her home and have met her family and they already think you’re her boyfriend,” Key muttered.

“You can go now. I can take care of this,” Minho said to his friend.

Key waved bye and left the small shop. Though where to, you didn’t know. You suppressed a laugh and spoke after you were sure you could without giggling. “Where’s he going?”

“Probably home. I’m sorry if what I said came across as weird.”

“No, it’s okay. It was kind of sweet.”

“What he said wasn’t true, by the way.”

“I know. If it were then my family would be spamming me with calls and texts about how I finally found a cute boyfriend. I saw you hit your head on the table earlier. Are you okay? Your face looks a little red.”

“I’m fine. My face isn’t red from that. I was wondering if I could get your number so we could get to know each other better?”

“That would be great. My shift is about to end in a few minutes and I’m hungry.”

It took Minho a minute to figure out that you were giving him an invitation to ask you out. When he realized what you were hinting at, he startled a little. “Oh, uh. Hey, would you like to go out after you get off?”

“Sure.” You smiled and handed him a strip of paper with your number on it. “Now you can tell your friend that you won’t be dragging him in here anymore.”

He nodded and left, not telling you that he probably would still be coming by to at least visit you for a few minutes.

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Surprise (Block B Zico Scenario)

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Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff and comedy

The house was unusually quiet when you walked into the house, which made you suspicious. Something was going on and you didn’t know what. Usually the TV was blaring or there was the sound of laughter. You knew that Jiho was home, because his keys were on the banister.

“Baby? Where are you?” You set your purse and keys on the banister and slipped off your coat. You heard a few swears and the clattering of bowls before he finally appeared, running out of the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

“Hey! Okay, so, you know how I have some free time, right? Well, you’re always doing things for me like cooking dinner for me- No, wait, don’t go in there,” he plead and ran in front of you when you started walking towards the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and blocked your view. “Please don’t look in there.”

“Sweetheart, I’m tired. Too tired to truly get angry about whatever you did, but also too tired to have much patience.”

“Just go to the room and I’ll take care of it, but I’m not budging until you’re out of sight.“

“Fine,” you said simply and got on your hands knees, crawling through the small space between his legs.

He groaned and closed his legs around your waist, waddling to try and drag you away from the kitchen. When it wasn’t really working, he bent over, grabbed your ankles, and started dragging you away. You kicked your feet until he let go, nearly stumbling and balancing himself on some nearby furniture.

You stood up and ran towards the kitchen; you would have made it if it weren’t for the fact that he jumped on you and you both fell to the floor- he was kind enough to have you land on top of him and his back collided with the floor.

When both of you had become aware of your surroundings, you didn’t even bother trying to get away. He just held you by the waist and you both studied each other’s face. “You’re handsome,” you whispered and pecked his lips.

He shyly grinned and looked away. “Do you promise to not get angry?”

“I swear on my life.”

He sighed and released your waist. “Alright, then you can see the mess...”

You gave him one final kiss before standing up and going to the kitchen, with Jiho following. Looking around the kitchen, you were mildly mortified. There were piles of dirty dishes- pans and pots with a burnt substance stuck to them, and bowls with some sort of sauce pooling at the bottom- and a reddish-brown sauce all over the countertops. 

You sighed, rubbed your temples, and looked at him. He looked absolutely adorable trying to play innocent and you couldn’t bare the thought of betraying the trust he had put in you to not get angry. “I love you so much, sweety. We’ll clean this up and order pizza.”

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Call (Block B P.O Scenario)

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Admin: Zion

POV: Second (male x female)

Genres: Fluff

Jihoon stared down at the dark display of his phone. It had been nearly twenty four hours since the last time he had talked to you and it was concerning him. He had tried calling and texting you, but you hadn’t answered. He was aware you were at work, but normally if you were busy you would text him and tell him so. You hadn’t even told him goodnight last night.

He attempted to call you one more time, but got sent to voicemail. Giving up, he snatched his keys off the counter and shrugged on a jacket. If you weren’t going to talk to him, then he would go to you and find out what was going on. As far as he remembered he hadn’t done anything to upset you and even if you were angry with him, you would have told him rather than shutting him out.

He took the steps two at a time and practically ran to his car, speeding to the hospital you worked at. By the time he reached the front desk of the dermatology wing, he was breathing heavily from panic and running.

“Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist asked.

“Uh, no. I came here to see Dr. (Y/N). Is she in today?”

She frowned and looked at what must have been a schedule. “No, sir. She isn’t in today. She’ll be in tomorrow, though.”

He thanked the woman and left. If you weren’t at work then you must be at your place, but you hadn’t told him that you were taking today off. Unless he had forgotten.

Instead of knocking on the door, he used the key you had given him a few months after you had started dating. He left his shoes at the door and started looking for you. After searching your entire apartment, he still couldn’t find you. He decided to sit on the couch and thought that he could just wait for you to get home. A few minutes into his restless waiting, his phone started going off, notifying him of an incoming call. He picked up when he saw that you were the one calling him.

“Where are you?” You asked, skipping any form of a greeting.

“At your house. You haven’t been answering my texts or calls and when I checked the hospital they said that you were off. I figured you were at home but you’re not. Where are you?”

“...I’m at your house. I wanted to surprise you with a movie and food. I hadn’t been responding to you because I didn’t want to risk ruining the surprise.”

Jihoon let out an exhale of laughter and rubbed his face. “Then I guess I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“I love you, Jihoon.”

“I love you, too.”

P.O faked surprise when he walked into his living room and saw the options menu for ‘Dragon Blade’ on the screen and various foods and drinks arranged on the coffee table.

“Cut it out,” You said between giggles. “You don’t have to act like you didn’t know about what was supposed to be a surprise. Sit down. I’m hungry and I haven’t ate all day.”

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Groceries (B.A.P Yongguk Scenario)

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Admin: Zion

POV: Second (male x female)

Genres: Fluff and comedy

Yongguk watched you as you scanned the shelves for any food you may have forgotten to put on the list. You knew you had already grabbed everything you could need for the next few weeks, but you had made the mistake of going when you were hungry. Now you were just looking for any food you may want.

You grabbed a package of M&M cookies and looked at your boyfriend for approval. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even spare the cookies a single glance. You sighed and shook the cookies in his direction.

“Do you have narcolepsy?” You asked playfully.

“Huh?” He blinked slowly and his eyes focused on you.

“What’s up? You were a little zoned out there.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Were you thinking about the comfort of our bed again?”

“For once, no.”

“Can I get these cookies?”

“Get whatever you want, baby.”

You tossed the cookies into the shopping cart and muttered a swear when you remembered that the cookies were fragile and were likely broken now.

“All of the food is going to be broken or bruised by the time we get home if you keep throwing things into the cart.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to put a watermelon in the cart next.”

“Oh, babe, no.”

“You know it would be hot to watch me eat my cookies with a spoon.”

“I think that that would make me fall even more in love with you.”

“That’s so romantic.”

Your eyes scanned the contents of the cart to make sure you had gotten everything you could think of. Yongguk stood next to you and pressed his temple against yours.

“What are we looking at?” He asked after a moment of staring into the cart.

“We’re spying on the neighbors. I think they’re arguing.”

“I get scared when they argue.”

“Me too. Who even takes their favorite color that seriously? Especially when the best color is obviously neon pink.”

“You’re so weird, babe,” He said before laughing and kissing your forehead. “Did we get everything?”

“We just need to get wine.”

“Wine? What for?”

“To celebrate.”

“There’s nothing to celebrate, though.”

“Yes there is. There’s us to celebrate.”

“That’s true. Just choose something good.” He pushed the cart and walked next to you as you went to the liquor aisle. You immediately chose the wine that you had drank on your first date.

“By the way, what were you thinking of earlier?”

“There’s this girl I’ve been dating for awhile but no matter what I can’t get her off my mind and it’s driving me crazy. You would think that I would be annoyed with her at least sometimes since we live together, but no matter what I just adore her.”

You struggled to hide your smile and lightly hit Yongguk on the arm. He was such an extreme dork that you were hopelessly in love with.

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Anniversary Party (B.A.P Youngjae Scenario)

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Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff, bit of comedy

Your phone chimed and you looked at the screen, seeing that it was a calendar notification. You tapped to view the event and your eyes widened when it read that today was the first anniversary of when you and Youngjae started dating. At that moment, you could have bashed your head into the coffee table for forgetting the day where you started dating a ball of sunshine- an evil one but still.

Luckily Youngjae was recording for ‘Blue’, so you had a good bit of time to figure out something to do. You hopped off of the couch and paced around the living room as you called up your friend, Soohee.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?,” she said once she picked up. It sounded like she was in the room... which was weird. You couldn’t remember seeing her around the house or even letting her in. Your slight suspicion was confirmed when she bumped into you and you screamed, nearly dropping your phone.

“What the heck?! How did you get in here?! How long have you been here?!” You lightly slapped her arm and she rubbed the area you slapped.

“First of all: ouch, rude. Second of all: I snuck in at three in the morning, when Youngjae was leaving.”

“You realize that this is illegal, right?”

“Yeah, but we’re best friends. You can’t turn me in. That’s against the BFF code.”

“There’s no such thing as a BFF code.”

“Of course there is! The number one rule is that we can’t touch each other’s man, even if we’re broken up.”

“Oops.”

She gasped and stared at you with wide eyes. “Did you date someone after we broke up?!”

You burst out in laughter. “No. You date gross people.”

“Why are you so mean?”

“Because BFFs can be openly mean to each other.”

“Sure, whatever. Why are we still on the phone with each other?” You hung up and she said, “Awe... Anyways, why were you calling?”

“Because today is our anniversary.”

“Of our friendship?”

“No, you idiot! Me and Youngjae’s. I have no idea how to celebrate it.”

“There you are being rude again,” she muttered. “You could always throw a party.”

“Isn’t it too late to invite guests?”

“Nonsense. I’ll start inviting people.”

“Please don’t invite strangers or anyone that I don’t personally know.”

Hours later, the house was decorated and there was plenty of food and beverages. You were even lucky enough to find a last-minute DJ. “Who all did you invite?,” you asked Soohee.

“The B.A.P members, BTOB, Highlight, Vixx, GFriend, Red Velvet, a few of our mutual friends, and a few of your family members.”

“It’s going to be such a sausage party...”

“Okay, I’ll go and invite more female idols.”

“Please don’t.”

“Okay, then I’ll uninvite people.”

“No! That’s rude! We’ll just keep who we have.”

It was now 6:45 PM and guests were arriving. Youngjae had come home around 5 and was caught off guard, so you had to catch him up.

“Did you plan this last minute?”

“No, of course not!”

“So you did?”

“... Okay, maybe.”

He laughed and hugged you tightly, holding your head against his chest. “Even if you did forget, thank you, baby.”

“I can’t tell if you forgot as well or if you remembered and are forgiving me.”

“I forgot. The guys reminded me and I bought you a box of chocolates and a Marc Jacobs perfume. I don’t know the name, but it smelled like something you’d like.”

“Thank you... I’ll buy you something tomorrow. I was kind of busy planning this party.”

“Okay. Now, let’s get to the party before people think the hosts are having their own fun.”

You shyly giggled, embarrassed at the idea of people thinking that. “Alright.” Both of you walked into the living room together and saw the singers, rappers, and dancers in their own groups, discussing who was better at what they do. You sighed to yourself, knowing it would end in people wanting to hold a contest.

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Venice (SHINee Key Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff, maybe some comedy

Part 1

You heaved as you dragged your luggage into the hotel room. Kibum walked in after you, chuckling and shutting the door. “You know, I could have helped you carry your luggage in.”

“Yes, you’ve already told me that, but I am fully capable of carrying it.”

“Alright. Suit yourself. Let’s get settled in. Tomorrow we’re going to Saint Mark’s Basilica.” He grabbed his suitcases and dragged them to the other half of the room, where you assumed he would stay while you stayed in the half you were already standing in.

Instead of unpacking, you opted for looking around the place. It was large and elegant. The bed that would be yours was giant and looked like it was as comfortable as a cloud. The colour scheme of the room was baby blue and white with accents of gold. The wardrobe and dresser were made of mahogany and were large enough to stuff ten people inside- not that doing so was on the to-do list.

You walked out to the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass paned doors and was in awe over the view. The architecture you could see was gorgeous and the colours of the sunset made everything look like a paradise.

You wanted to continue looking at it, but peeled yourself away to look at the bathroom. You wanted to take a shower, anyways. Not being able to shower for the whole flight had made you feel like a literal grease ball.

Even the bathroom was gorgeous and roomy. There was a clawfoot tub, standup shower, and protruding shell sink with a marble countertop. Everything contrasted beautifully with the cherrywood floors throughout the whole hotel room. A pure white, plush rug was covering majority of the floor and it was so unbelievably soft. Even the toilet (which had its own separate little room) looked like it belonged to royalty. You wondered what it would be like to sleep on the rug, but pushed the thought out of your mind because it was far too gross.

You exited the bathroom and grabbed some clothes out of your suitcase, along with toiletries. “I’m going to take a bath,” you announced and hurriedly walked back to the bathroom, far too excited for a bath.

“As in a bubble bath?,” he called back.

“Yes! This bathroom is far too luxurious to not take a bubble bath!”

“Then you better be quick, because I want to see that bathroom.”

“Uuuhhhh... I’ll be as quick as I can bring myself to be!” You slammed the door closed and locked it.

You walked out of the bathroom, now wearing a snuggly set of pajamas, and ran your fingers through your damp hair, happily sighing. “Even the towels are heavenly. I had some lavender scented candles lit. I’m completely relaxed.”

“Oh God, I imagine it’s going to be nearly impossible to get you out of this room now.”

“Shut up.” You looked up to see him unpacking your belongings and rolled your eyes. “You better not touch my ‘delicates’.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to touch things that have touched your lady parts.”

“And if it were Scarlett Johansson’s delicates?”

“Hmm... Then I might consider it. Maybe be eager.”

“You little-!” You grabbed a pillow and hit him.

He laughed, far too amused. “Don’t worry, I prefer you over her. Anyways, aren’t you going to blow dry your hair?”

“No, it usually makes me sweat.” You grabbed your bras and panties and set them in their own drawers.

“Then put the dryer on the cold setting.”

“It’s nearly impossible to get anything dry with cold air. I’m not sitting around for thirty minutes trying to dry my hair when it could air dry in that amount of time.”

“Okay, fine. Have it your way. I’m going to get some food from Dal Moro’s Fresh Pasta To Go and stop somewhere to get some champagne.”

“Alright. Make sure to get me something. Nothing as oily as your face looks, though.”

“Why do you have to roast me?”

You giggled. “Because it’s fun and you’re just so cute.”

Kibum poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to you. You gladly took it and asked, “What should we toast to?”

“Mm... To each other’s company and a blossoming relationship?”

You smiled and blushed. “Cheers,” you said and you clanked your glasses together.

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Sugar Momma - Chapter 1 (Taeyeon Fanfic)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (female x female)

Genre: Fluff (?)

A/N: Starts off with the reader dating a male

“Don’t embarrass me. For the love of God, don’t embarrass me,” Jaehyun bickered at you while anxiously pacing around the foyer.

You rolled your eyes and remarked, “You’re my boyfriend. Why would I have any interest in embarrassing you? I’ve never done it before, so why start now?” You glanced around the place and were amazed by how spotless everything was. The floors were marble and the walls were a pastel blue. There were vases of flower bouquets everywhere and outside of the foyer, there was a grand staircase. The grandfather clock in the room started chiming, signifying that it was noon.

“Because Miss Kim is a powerful woman. She is necessary for my business to get up and running.”

“You mean her money is necessary.”

He glared at you and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of heels hitting marble. Both of you looked up to see a gorgeous, petite woman walking down the stairs. She was graceful, dressed in a pastel rose-pink sundress and white heels, and didn’t miss a beat as she clasped a pearl earring into her left ear. The lightness of her surroundings contrasted beautifully with her black hair. You could have sworn that your heart skipped a beat when you saw her, but you pushed it off to the side.

“Hello, my name is Jung Jaehyun. It’s wonderful meeting you,” he barely managed to utter out and stuck out his hand for a handshake.

She smiled and shook his hand. and your heart shuttered. Her hands were so dainty compared to his. “Hello. Chances are you already know me, but I’m Kim Taeyeon.” She turned to you and held out her hand. “And who are you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks heated up as you shook her hand, especially when she lightly squeezed it before letting go. “I’m (Y/F/N). It’s lovely meeting you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Come, let’s have some tea.”

All three of you were now sitting in the clearing of a large garden, surrounded by roses of various shades. Bees peacefully bumbled around and servants tended to the rose bushes and peach trees. The tea was a sweet, aromatic earl grey. There was too much sugar for your liking, but it didn’t bother you too much. You were too engrossed in the woman sitting across from you.

A platter of blueberry scones was placed in the center of the table and your stomach grumpled. She giggled and insisted, “Please, help yourself. There’s plenty to go around.” You lightly blushed and shyly nibbled at a scone as she returned to business with your boyfriend. “What type of people are you wanting your construction company to build for?”

“Anyone that pays enough.”

“I’m not sure about investing in your company, then. Being willing to build for anyone purely because of money shows lack of morals. I don’t need you building for criminals; that’ll damage my image. Take a few days and contact me once you’ve thought more thoroughly about this.”

“No, please. Okay, we’ll only build schools and hospitals. Buildings that’ll better the community.”

She smiled. “That’s better. Then I will gladly invest in your company.”

“Great! I’ll have my lawyer get the legal documents together.”

Everyone stood up and shook hands and said farewells. It seemed like Taeyeon winked at you when you were heading out, but you decided that you had had too much sugar for the day and it was making you imagine things.

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Pet Adoption (Big Bang Daesung Scenario)

Admin: Zion

POV: Second (female x male)

Genre: Fluff

He wasn’t paying much attention to you, but you didn’t mind. He was happy and laughing. The puppy seemed to be enjoying Daesung’s company. It was running around in circles and jumping, occasionally giving a high-pitched bark. You had already played with the puppy while he had been busy answering a call and the dog had liked you, but absolutely loved Daesung.

You had begged Daesung to let you get a dog because it became terribly lonely while he was away doing tours, promotions, and recording music. Your boyfriend had caved in easily. He hated the idea of you being alone and without anyone to keep you safe from any potential dangers. You had arrived at the humane society around noon and had spent the first hour or so looking at all of the animals you could adopt and had found all of them precious and lovable, but none of them really stuck out to you.

Except for the husky that you were currently watching. When you had walked by his cage, he had seemed ready to dig through the cement floor to get to you and your heart had immediately chosen him. He had greeted you with eager yips and licks. He was currently giving Daesung a similar treatment but with biting mixed in. They weren’t aggressive bites, of course, but ones of excitement.

“Do you like him?” You asked hopefully.

“He’s great. Is he the one you want?”

“Yeah. I think he’ll be good company and I love him.”

“He’s a little bigger of a breed than I was expecting, but that’s okay. We’ll just have to keep up with his grooming and make sure he doesn’t get on the furniture.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

The two of you had agreed on getting a small dog, but you had only agreed to that because you hadn’t thought you would come across any huskies. They were your favorite breed of dog. You adored how sweet and intelligent they were. The one you had chosen had kind blue eyes and soft Agouti fur.

“What do you want to name him?”

“I don’t know. How about Charlie?” You suggested.

His nodded and called for an employee so you could purchase Charlie and take him to his new home.

You laid on the couch with Charlie laying on top of you. The two of you were paying close attention to Doraemon. Daesung had said that Charlie wasn’t allowed on the furniture, but he hadn’t said anything about him not being allowed to lay on you while you were on the furniture. Obviously it would still count, but what Daesung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. At least you made sure to get all of the fur off afterward. Charlie had grown a lot in a matter of a few months and his weight sometimes made it difficult for you to breathe, but nonetheless you were comfortable and didn’t have to worry about blankets unless it was really cold.

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Beach (Monsta X I.M Scenario)

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Admin: Zion

POV: Second (female x male)

Genres: Fluff and Comedy

Your breathing was steady and even and your legs felt a slight burn from the sun bearing down on you. Most of your body was shielded with the umbrella you had stuck in the sand, but you hadn’t positioned the towel to where the shade would completely cover you. You weren’t worried about tanning, though. You and Changkyun had packed sunscreen and he had made sure you had put plenty on before he left to go play with his friends.

The beach was quiet today compared to most days. That was, of course, if you ignored your boyfriend screaming at the top of his lungs as he played volleyball with his friends. He had begged you to play with them so that they could have even teams, but you wanted to take advantage of the situation and do what you were so rarely able to do- relax.

Between work, taking care of your home, and trying to squeeze in as much time with Changkyun as possible before he was busy again, you were never really able to just kick back and relax. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the water.

Sand suddenly sprayed all over you and you jerked into a sitting position and pulled your sunglasses off. Changkyun was kneeling next to you, a smile plastered on his face and sweat shining on his forehead.

“What the hell? You just got sand all over me.” You said in an exasperated voice and swatted sand off.

“I’m sorry, babe. Look at it this way, it could be exfoliating.” He grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler and drank half of the water in a matter of seconds. “Can you please play with us? Just one game and then you can go back to laying here. It’s fun and my team is winning.”

“Will you lay with me afterward?”

“Sure, baby, anything you want.”

You faked considering it and got up after taking a quick swig of water. Changkyun gave a beaming smile and started hurrying back to the volleyball net to tell everyone that you would be joining. You bent over and grabbed a handful of warm sand. You caught up to him and rubbed the sand between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” He asked and ducked away from your hand and tried to reach his shoulder blades to get the sand off.

You giggled and shrugged. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s exfoliating,” You said in a playful tone.

“Yeah, okay. I guess I deserve that.” He grinned and put an arm around your shoulders.

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Study Date (iKON Bobby Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

You were so gorgeous and breathtaking. Everyone agreed but then argued that you were too shy and too much of a ‘nerd’. It was easy to be considered a nerd, though: study, make decent grades, and don’t do the dumb shit every other college-goer does and BAM, you’re labeled a nerd. Every set of jocks had their own nerds in the mix, but it was kept hidden; Bobby was one of them.

He was good at sports, but refused to let his grades drop below a B and he had a strict rule for himself that not all grades can be B’s. He was also, coincidentally, the one guy that didn’t find you weird. When he would compliment you, it wouldn’t be followed by an insult, even when he was around a few jock buddies.

He liked you more than anyone could comprehend. You were exactly what he wanted; the preppy girls were nice to mess around with, but were too clumsy and airheaded to have anything real with. Did he want to be with you? Hell yes. More than anything, which was obvious when he allowed his history grade to drop to a C, which was one of the classes he shared with you.

After the professor shamed him by calling him out in front of the class and preaching about how Bobby had been his star student, he approached you when the class ended. His buddies asked what he was doing and he simply explained that he didn’t want to be kicked off of the soccer team for his grades not being good enough. They understood and talked amongst themselves, eventually leaving him alone with you.

You strolled around campus together in complete silence before speaking up, “So why are you wanting to talk to me?”

“Oh! Right. Well, I have a C in history and I really badly need to pull it up before my coach threatens to kick me off the team. I was hoping you could tutor me since you’re so smart and good at every subject.”

You blushed and hugged your books closer to your chest. “Yeah, I guess I can. Where do you want to meet up?”

“At your dorm. If that’s alright with you! I don’t want to intrude. Or we can go to my dorm.” He saw how tightly you were holding your books and took them from you, assuming your arms were getting tired.

You looked down at the ground, shyly trying to hide your face with your hair. “No, we can go to my dorm. No offense, but I don’t trust going to yours.”

“I can’t say that I necessarily blame you.”

“So when do you want to meet up?”

“As soon as possible.”

Bobby awkwardly looked around the room, seated on your couch with textbooks opened to the subject at hand. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention, but he wasn’t spaced out or ignoring you- he just had something else on his mind that was worrying him. It made you wonder if this was a complete waste of time.

You closed all of the textbooks and started putting them back to their designated locations, realizing that trying to tutor him was a waste of time. “Why did you ask for me to help you if you weren’t even interested?” When he didn’t answer and continued to bite at his thumb nail and shake his leg, you yelled, “Bobby!”

He jumped, finally paying attention to you for the first time since arriving. “Shit, sorry.” He rubbed his face and continued, “I just... Can I be honest with you?”

“Sure, not like I have anyone to gossip to anyways.”

“I’m purposely doing poorly in the class.”

You looked at him dumbfounded, now firmly believing that all popular people were empty-headed. “Why? That’s stupid.”

“I know, but I have my reason for it.” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. “I thought it would be the only way for me to be around you without you being suspicious...”

You stood up and stepped away from him. “Suspicious of what? I thought you were ashamed to be around me, hence choosing to meet at a dorm. So you wouldn’t be seen with me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I never would even have the intention to. Please sit back down.” You don’t know why, but you believed him and sat back next to him. “I did this because I want us to try out dating.”

“Dating? As in each other?”

“You have all A’s, there’s no way you don’t understand what I mean.”

“Fair enough. But why would you want to date me? I’m just the nerdy girl people make fun of and cheat off of.”

“You’re more than that. You’re so sweet and smart. Much better than the other women I’m around.”

“I thought jocks liked dumb bimbos.”

“Most do, but I don’t like them for anything long-term. We don’t have to be open about the relationship, we can keep it private until we’re out of college and don’t have to worry about other girls tearing you down.”

“So, if we go public about the relationship, there’s the possibility of other girls getting catty?”

“Unfortunately. It’s not like I would want it, but girls are crazy when something they think is theirs gets taken away.”

“And what if a girl hits on you while we’re privately dating?”

“I’ll turn her down and praise one of my friends. That usually diverts a thirsty girl’s attention.”

“So you won’t cheat?”

“I won’t cheat and I’ll only go to celebratory parties if it’ll comfort you.”

“No, I don’t want to take away your social life.”

“But would it bring you comfort?”

“Yes, but I’ll still feel guilt.”

“You won’t be taking away my social life or status. This is my own offer that I’m willing to do. Plus, if you date me, I’ll be happy to protect you.”

You deeply inhaled and considered the options for a split second. “We can have a public relationship and you can still attend all the parties you want, just no cheating.”

“I would never cheat, especially on a woman like you. Are you sure about going public and the parties?”

“I’m sure. I can deal with catty girls.”

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Designated Driver (Exo Sehun Smut)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Smut (16+)

Jonghoon was your older brother that you loved and cared for dearly, but couldn’t stand his friends- especially Sehun, who was unfortunately his best friend. Your downfall is that you couldn’t say no to your brother, so long as he didn’t ask you to do anything immoral. So here you are now. Driving Hoon and his friends to a club that you wouldn’t even be able to drink at because you hadn’t reached the glorious age of 21, hence why you were chosen as the DD.

You parked the truck and entered the line to get into the club. The line wasn’t too bad, but it would still take at most twenty minutes. You feared that this would all be for nothing, because VIPs kept piling in, cutting off all the average people. Admittedly you were nervous. Sure you weren’t legally a minor, but you didn’t want to be turned away in the off chance that this is a purely 21+ club.

“Hoonie,” you whispered and tugged on his arm to get his attention.

He turned around and smiled down at you, standing at a breath-taking 6′3″. “What is it, princess.” He hugged you and rubbed your back, easing your nerves.

“I just feel really anxious. What if I’m turned away?”

“Look at me,” he grabbed your chin and made you look up into his eyes, “You’re legally an adult, so you’ll be allowed in. The bouncers will simply stamp your hand to signify that you aren’t allowed to consume alcohol. I’ve been here before and I know these bartenders. They’ll keep an eye on you, but if you ever feel unsafe, just call me.”

You nodded and smiled, pulling away from him as the line moved up. Within a few minutes, it was your turn to go up. You handed the intimidating bouncer your ID. While he studied it, you looked him over. He was six feet tall with broad shoulders, a muscular body, a shaved head and some wiry stubble, and was only wearing black clothing. He looked mixed between African and Japanese, with the latter being more prominent.

“Alright, you’re clear,” he announced and handed you back your ID. He stamped your hand with a ‘X’. When you walked past the velvet ropes, you were pat down for any weapons. Luckily you were wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt, so you didn’t really have to worry about the security guard making any perverted moves or caring a purse that he’d have to check- you were carrying everything in your pockets, even though it was a tight fit.

Once you were labeled as harmless, you made your way through the dense crowds of pulsating bodies looking to be grind on. The music was loud and made your head feel like it was about to split so you seeked out the quietest section of the club, soon sitting at one of the corner barstools.

“What would it be, Y/N?” A bartender walked over to you from behind the corner and produced a glass. When you gave him a look of shock as the only answer, he chuckled and explained, “I know Jonghoon. He told me to look out for you.”

“Oh... yeah... Um, I guess I’ll just take a Coke.” You slightly smiled at him and glanced around, looking for your brother or- through desperation- for one of his friends, even if it was Sehun. Having no luck, you turned back to see the bartender pour some Coke in the glass. By instinct, he pulled out a bottle of rum and put it back when you made a tsking sound.

He laughed and said, “Sorry, I forgot. I’m used to making alcoholic beverages. Anyways, my name’s Brian. Call me over if there’s anything you need, even if someone’s bothering you.” He laid out small bowls containing pistachios, maraschino cherries, and pretzels before going to help other customers. You ate only a few pretzels and afterwards started cracking open pistachios, even though you had no interest in eating them.

Within no time, there was a small mound of de-shelled pistachios and a guy talking your ear off, trying to impress you with his Gucci and Ferrari. It was obvious he was just trying to fuck, but Rico was the only company you had. You and Brian kept a close eye on your Coke.

When you weren’t paying attention to the other club-goers, Sehun came over with a beer in his hand. He was obviously a little tipsy, but the alcohol couldn’t consume the irritation in his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He bent down and kissed you, bold enough for it to be an open-mouth kiss. Even though you hated him, his lips were almost as toxic as the scent of alcohol drowning the entire room. He pulled away and asked, “Who’s this guy?,” gesturing to Rico.

“Oh, I’m just a guy that was about to leave. I just couldn’t stand seeing your lovely... girlfriend sitting alone.” He immediately left, submitting to the dominant male and finding another poor lady to pester.

“Thanks,” you whispered, “But what was that? If you were looking to sale it, a peck on the lips would’ve done just fine!”

He shrugged and took a swig of beer. “I guess it’s the alcohol getting to my head.” He set the bottle down on the counter and glided at over to Brian, gesturing for another one.

“Don’t lie to me. Why did you even intervene?”

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister.”

You dropped everyone off at their homes, including Hoon at his own apartment. The only part of the drop-off to really dread was that Sehun’s house was the last stop as it was the one closest to your own.

“Why do you hate me?,” he asked, looking at you intently from the rearview mirror since he was sitting in the back.

Not wanting to take any chances, you slowed to a stop and put the truck in park. The night was dead, which was surprising for it being a Saturday. “Why do you think I hate you?”

“Don’t answer my questions with more questions.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Do I really have to answer your question? How do you not know?”

“Did you not hear me the first time? Do I have to repeat myself?”

“Obviously we’re both stubborn,” you muttered and rolled your eyes. “Fine. I don’t like you because of your giant ego.”

“My ego isn’t bigger than my di-”

“OH MY GOD! Shut up! You’re drunk, so just shut up!,” you shouted, your face and ear turning red.

He crossed his arms and smirked, so obviously amused to where it was embarrassing. “I’m not drunk. Tipsy? Yes, but not drunk.”

Your hands tightened around the steering wheel, causing your knuckles to turn white. “Now that I answered truthfully, you have to answer a question of mine. Why did you really run Rico off?”

There was a drawn out silence before he spoke up: “Come back here.”

“Wha-,” you started to question until your seatbelt was involuntarily unbuckled and you were pulled into the backseat. As soon as you were situated in the spot next to him, he engulfed your lips with his own. At first you tried pulling away, but quickly caved in. It’s like his tipsiness was transferring to you as your mind became hazy. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. He grabbed your waist and lifted you into his lap, and you cupped the back of his neck.

His tongue licked at your lips, begging for entrance, and you playfully nipped at it, earning a growl and him shoving his tongue into your mouth. His hand dived beneath your shirt and bra and squeezed your breast. You grinded your hips into his, feeling his fully erect cock poking against you and desperately wanting to be free of the clothes restraining it.

His hand massaged your breast and his thumb greedily rubbed your nipple. You reached down and undid his pants. You pulled away from each other to catch your breath and you peeked down at his crotch to see precum dampening his boxers as he hurriedly pulled down your jeans and underwear. “On your hands and knees,” he demanded.

Without questioning it, you situated yourself so that you were comfortably on your hands and knees. Movement came from behind you and you looked back to see Sehun pulling down his boxers and positioning himself on his knees and right behind your cunt. He had to hunch over as to not hit his head, which would have been humorous if it weren’t for the heated situation.

“Are you ready?,” he asked as his hand stroked your hip. You nodded and gasped out in shock when he penetrated you. You hadn’t seen his bare cock, so you had no idea that he was on the larger side.

“Fuck,” you whimpered and dug your fingernails into the thick fabric of the seats.  You were expecting him to be rough, but he was humane enough to wait for you to adjust.

Once you were adjusted to his liking, he slowly pulled out to the tip and harshly slammed back in. You nearly screamed but instead bit down hard on your bottom lip. He continued this maneuver until you were whining and begging him to stop playing games.

He darkly chuckled to himself and started rapidly thrusting in and out of you, keeping the same roughness. You tasted blood and your lip hurt, so you quickly caved in and started moaning loudly. You had never thought about fucking the man you hated most, but you certainly weren’t regretting it.

“Deeper,” you demanded and he miraculously obeyed. The tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot and you gasped. Desperate to be fucked there, you pushed your hips against his thrusts. The tip of his cock buried itself into your g-spot and you buried your face into the seat to muffle the inevitable scream that escaped your lips. “Yes, right there,” you pleaded.

He suddenly stopped thrusting with the tip of his cock pressed against the bundle of nerves. You whined and tried to grind your hips against him, but he held you still. “I’ll only continue if you moan my name, baby girl.”

“No way in Hell,” you weakly protested.

He smirked to himself and reached beneath you, using his index finger to vigorously rub your clit in tight circles. Moans came spilling out of your mouth and you quickly gave up and loudly moaned his name. He hummed happily and resumed pounding into you.

A vaguely familiar fuzzy feeling grew in your stomach and was intensifying with each thrust. “Sehun, I’m close,” you breathily gasped out.

His thrusts became more eager and you reached your orgasm in no time. Your vision became hazy, and you screamed his name and raked your nails down the seat. You panted and he grunted, pulling out and jerking off until you felt a warm liquid trickling down the back of one of your thighs. He reached into the glove compartment in the front and pulled out some napkins. He cleaned both of you up and declared, “Let’s not tell Jonghoon about this. He’ll be beyond pissed.”

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Loneliness (2PM Jun.K Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Yay, final one in the ‘Emotions’ series!

The living room was dim, the only light coming from the television screen displaying Looney Tunes. You typically didn’t watch cartoons, but you weren’t really paying attention to it anyways. The only thing you were paying attention to was how incredibly lonely you were. You tried various things to clear your head: watching something, bathing, doing some light cardio, and reading. Nothing helped and you weren’t tired, so sleeping wouldn’t help.

All of your friends were working except for one, but you were too shy to contact him. He was, admittedly and unfortunately, the one guy you had developed feelings for. He was insanely charming and handsome to you, but you knew he wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Being a celebrity, he was surrounded by beautiful women all the time, meanwhile you were a plain jane.

You pulled up his contact info on your phone and stared at it for a few moments before shooting him a text: “Hey, Minnie. Are you busy?”

His response was almost immediate: “Nah, I have plenty of time. What’s up?”

You had to take a deep breath to slow down your heartbeat before replying: “I’m just a little lonely, but everyone else is either working or partying...” You were too embarrassed to outright ask him to come over, so you only insinuated it and hoped for him to catch on.

Your heart skipped a beat when his reply read: “Awe, no one deserves to be alone on a Friday night :( I’ll be over in a few!”

You didn’t know how to reply, so you didn’t. Instead you anxiously paced around your house, waiting for the doorbell to chime.

The brightness of car headlights shined through the living room window and you know it was Minjun, so you unlocked the front door and opened it. He walked up to you and enveloped you in a tight hug. You smelled alcohol on him, so you pulled away and asked, “I thought you weren’t doing anything when I had texted you?”

He smiled and rubbed your arms. “I was only having a few beers with the other 2PM members... except for Taecyeon. He’s filming a few things.” He stepped past you and sat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him.

You closed the door and locked it, and sat next to him. “I wish you would have told me, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered you. Did you tell them that you were going to hangout with me?”

“No, I just told them I was tired, which isn’t entirely a lie. I haven’t drank in a while, so it’s made me a little sleepy.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you to him, soothingly rubbing your arm.

“Are you always this affectionate when you’re tired?” You giggled.

“Mmhm,” he hummed and quickly passed out. You were conflicted about whether or not you should sleep next to him, but opted against it. Instead you covered him with a blanket and curled up in your own bed. You didn’t really get a chance to hangout with him, but maybe tomorrow.