#kactor scenario

[saidrabbles]

now i know

a/n: hello !! i know i literally fell off the face of the earth and i don’t know if i am fully back but i had the sudden power to write. i have several ongoing drafts that are unfinished, but this one might be the oldest. i wrote this after the first few eps of tomorrow aired. so it's only fit i come back w a joong-gil story!

pairing: park jong-gil x reader

warnings: mentions of suicide, self-harm

summary: park jong-gil has been working for jumadeung for a very long time, he had his principles and was strict in following them. that was until you came along. you were part of the risk management team that he hated so much, but he couldn't help but become curious about you.

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he was feared and respected by all who worked in jumadeung. he was one the elite members, and he was known to be the most strict leader of the escort team. he portrayed no sympathy to the dead souls that are to be escorted, and he believed suicide is a murder. the biggest crime a person could commit against oneself. or so everyone thought. the number of suicide deaths were slowly but surely decreasing, thanks to the risk management team that are led by ko ryeon. he understood that deaths are increasing endlessly. but why would a person take such extreme measures only to feel the will to live after a few words of encouragement? it made his blood boil.

he wanted to avoid this team at all costs, but then you came along. you were young, full of empathy and love. joong-gil knew of the newbie that joined (through a course of unexpected events) and he found you quite annoying intriguing. when he heard about a suicide victim with a very high percentage on the red light app, he went to watch. he wanted to confirm his beliefs with his own eyes.

but when he reached there, he saw you talking to the writer, named eunbi, who was on the edge of the building. you were taking cautious steps towards her, trying to talk her out of it. how pathetic, he thought. but after looking again, he wasn't sure if those were the correct words to say. he was shocked to say the least. not because the writer jumped off, but because you jumped right after. you were reaching out to her, trying to hold her. you held her so tight, preparing for impact. can a reaper die? is what you thought as you waited for impact.

however, it never came. you never felt pain. on the contrary, you were feeling the air breeze softly kiss your skin. you looked up, and there he was. the seemingly heartless reaper, holding you in his arms. you couldn't keep in the shocked expression, neither can he. you then frantically looked around for eunbi. she was laying on the ground. no...did she die? "she's not dead." you heard a deep voice say.

he was still holding you, staring at you with his dark black eyes. "what? what..happened?" "i think i should be the one asking that?" you could hear the disbelief in his voice. why am i holding this woman?.."are you out of your damn mind?" he threw you on the ground. you grunted. "why would you jump after her? were you trying to die with her ?! you're insane?!! " you were taken aback by what he said, and before you know it – tears started forming. you tried to gulp down the lump in your throat, you didn't want to break down infront of him. he wouldn't understand anyways. the other team members catch up to you, checking if you're okay. you stand up, looking at joong-gil one more time before walking away from the scene, with your head hung low.

a few days had passed. he didn't know if it was the tears you were holding in, or the look in your eyes, but jong-gil found himself thinking about you more than he'd like to admit. he wondered why the pain behind your expression is imprinted in his mind. but he had work to do. shaking thoughts about you away, he got to work. he was going to catch a well-known mafia, and he knew it was going to be a tough one. he prepared backup and left. after a few fists and punches, he found himself on the ground, in pain. he had been stabbed. the mafia was injured too. he was strong. and he knew that he should have planned this more carefully, because he's in a bit of a trouble now.

the mafia got up, took out a knife and was headed towards joong-gil. but before he could do so, a hand yanked the knife away from his hand. Joong-gil looked up, only to find you standing infront of him, wrestling the weapons off the mafia. after a few punches here and there, you knocked him out. breathing heavily, you looked at joong-gil. you immediately noticed his abdominal injury.

you find a piece of cloth and walk up to him. "what do you think you're doing here?" he hissed in pain. "i don't think you're in the right state to be asking me that, i need your cooperation to stop the bleeding." he was reluctant but he obeyed. you tied the cloth around his injury, and put his arm around your shoulders, trying to pull him up with you. he grunted in pain as he stood up. "does it hurt alot..?" you looked at him, worried. worried?? why were you worried? joong-gil thought as he looked at you. maybe this is the way you are to everyone, he shouldn't get it confused.

"are you stalking me?" he said as you furrowed your eyebrows and moved your head slightly to look at him. "if you believe you're the center of the universe, you're mistaken" you scoffed. "then why are you here? helping me?" now your mind is blank. why did you save him? you were on a mission that happened to be near where the fight occurred. before you left, you heard grunting and breaking glass. as you came closer and saw who it was, your body started acting on your own.

..."because you're an important member in jumadeong. and it wouldn't benefit me to leave you to die here." he was staring at you with an expression you can't quite decipher — it was a mix of gratitude and playfulness — he wasn't used to getting help from others, especially not from the rm team. you finally reach jumadeung, but instead of leaving joong-gil to the guards there, you took him to the infirmary. "looks like only the mighty joong-gil got hurt today" you slightly giggled at this unusual scenario.

usually joong-gil would have a comeback ready, but this time all he did was stare. stare at you. why were you so kind to him when all he does is ridicule the rm team? there must be something wrong with you...was your death so horrible it messed up your brain even in the afterlife? well...he definitely guessed the first one right. "...can you stop rubbing it in my face, it's not like i jumped willingly off the roof-" shit. shitshitshit. "i didn't mean to-" he grunted as you threw him on the medical bed, turned around and left. he didn't realize that he said the last part out loud.

people in jumadeung ridiculed you for doing "too much" to suicidal people for as long as you can remember, but why do you feel your eyes burning with tears? why did that heartless leader have such an effect on you? you couldn't understand. you kept walking, almost sprinting, to get to the place you loved the most - a hidden roof garden that only you knew about (or so you think). you always went there when you needed to take a breather, and to let your tears fall down freely. as you opened the door to the garden, your tears rushed out of your (e/c) eyes, as you were unable to hold in your sobs. you cried your heart out, knowing well no one was there to see you.

but you were wrong. standing at the door, someone was holding onto to their heart, feeling immense pain. joong-gil felt like knives were stabbing at his heart, the air rush out of his lungs. he couldn't believe what he's seeing. that he was the reason that triggered it.

after a while, you had calmed down, your sobs turning into sniffles. you now noticed the spectacular view of the city, bright lights shining under you. you collected yourself, and realized that you had spent way more time than you should here, work isn't gonna work itself. joong-gil sensed that you were about to get up, and hid before you could see him. feeling pathetic for his cowardly action, he felt his eyes burning. me? crying? he didn't know his tear ducts were working at all, after too many years working in escorting the dead.

after that incident, joong-gil decided you were better off without him looming over you all the time. however, that's not how it was for you. what he said lingered, rather, took over your mind. you couldn't fathom why you wanted his understanding, why you wanted his dark eyes to look at you like you meant something to him. you decided to pile your desk with work to give no space for your racing thoughts.

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but to their dismay, they both couldn't stop thinking about the other, both throwing themselves at work, like they couldn't handle the life moving on around them.

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part 1 | part 2

[oraclekleo]

Wanna play a game???

[angel-with-hornssss]

SCENARIOS, TEXT PROMPTS WRITING

HELLO EVERYONE, I KNOW I HAVE BEEN MIA IN A LONG WHILE BUT I AM BACK AND WANNA GO BACK TO WRITING.

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[producerguk]

hiii. i used to post some of my writing here, but i had to take a long break for study related reasons. now, i finally have the chance to come back as a writer and i couldn’t be more excited.

i'm currently working on a the rose fanfic, with the main pairing being woosung and dojoon. I'll drop some spoiler soon, hopefully.

i just want to say that requests are currently open. i'll write for any k-idols or k-actors/k-actresses you may like. khh too (i have a long list of dpr plot bunnies, beware). self insert reader or pairing, feel free to contact me if you have any request <3

[krpgarden]

shooting my shot! i've been itching to set up some 1x1 discord servers with 25+ writing partners! i strictly write oc and usually stick to mxf for rom ( would love if we could switch! ), but would love to explore plots other than rom too! i write para style threads that range from 200-300wc and reply relatively quickly, between a couple hours to a week depending on how busy i am irl! i would say i'm pretty literate and can provide writing samples if needed. would love it if my partner is on a similar level, both in terms of reply speed and literacy!

i love worldbuilding and will often create pinterest boards and playlists especially if i'm really into the pairing! i also love plotting in depth and can talk for hours about hypotheticals! my approach is to plot a lot, and thread the scenarios that come up in plotting that we feel would be fun to explore! when writing threads, i usually also let my muses decide how they're going to react and am open to the thread deviating from what we've plotted. i hope my partner has the same approach too!

more important than anything, i would appreciate a partner who can understand and establish boundaries maturely. i am a very communicative person and would love my partner to be the same! sometimes, plots don't work out and that's ok! i would hate to put in a lot of effort to plotting, setting up the server, and worldbuilding, only to get lackluster replies or worse, ghosted. i would love a partner who communicated with me if they didn't vibe with things and i will do the same, no offense taken!

fc wise, i tend to write kactors and third/fourth gen idols. i do have random pairings that i really love and would like to write, and likewise if you had a pairing you enjoyed writing, i'd be happy to write that for you too! that said, i don't believe that fcs are the be all to end all, and i also tend to stay away from same group pairings.

if you're interested, please like this and i'll message you! thank you so much, and thank you krpgarden for this lovely platform! ♡

hey there, thank you so much for your message! 💚

friends, if you're interested in this 1x1 idea, please like this post so the op can reach out to you! 💚

[blu-joons]

Night Time Routine ~ Wi Hajoon

A chuckle came from you as Hajoon scuffed his feet along the floor as he walked towards you, sleepily moving through the house. As he came towards you, you held out your hand, passing his toothbrush across to him so that the two of you could start winding down.

A lazy hand took his brush out of you as you then took the toothpaste and placed some onto Hajoon’s brush. After doing the same with your own, you took a step forward, wrapping your free hand into the small of his back.

A weak smile appeared on Hajoon’s face as he started brushing his teeth, keeping his eyes staring down at you. You didn’t quite know where to look as you brushed your teeth too, feeling your heart race at the feeling of having Hajoon’s eyes on you.

“How do you manage to even make brushing your teeth look so sweet?” Hajoon asked you as he cleared his mouth after two minutes. “I mean I look a mess when I brush my teeth, but you somehow make it look like an adorable job.”

Your head shook back at Hajoon as you moved in front of the sink to clear your mouth too. His eyes were still firmly on you as you placed your toothbrush back before reaching across the unit to pick up the packet of makeup wipes that you had already gotten out.

“My face needs cleaning, I’ve been wearing makeup all day.”

“Let me guess, you want me to do it too?”

Hajoon’s head nodded in reply to you at how predictable he was, brushing his hair back so that his face was uncovered. After taking a wipe out, you placed one hand underneath Hajoon’s face to try and keep him still so that you could wipe.

“How was your day on set?” You began to ask him as you started wiping over the tops of his eyes, “did you manage to finish filming that scene that you said you were doing today?”

“We got it all done,” he proudly told you, closing his eyes to make life easier for you. “I was exhausted by the end of it, but it’s such a relief to know that we got it done and don’t have to worry about filming it anymore.”

Your head nodded as you listened intently to Hajoon, moving the wipe along his jawline. “I know how much that scene has been playing on your mind,” you sympathised, “at least hopefully tonight you’ll be able to sleep comfortably and not worry anymore.”

You’d seen first hand how the latest drama that he was filming had eaten away at Hajoon. He had barely slept, barely taken care of himself, something that you could definitely see as you wiped away his makeup, revealing just how tired his skin.

As soon as you finished clearing his face, you grabbed a face mask out of your cupboard in the bathroom, unfolding it for Hajoon to use. He didn’t move as you lifted the mask up and placed it onto him, smoothing it out to make sure that it covered every part of his face.

“This should help reenergise you a little bit,” you smiled across at Hajoon, throwing the makeup wipe into the bin. “You go and make yourself comfortable if you fancy, I’ll finish tidying up in here and put everything away for the night.”

Hajoon nodded back at you, taking a few small steps towards the door. “Looking at myself right now, I really feel as if I’ve nailed down the boyfriend aesthetic you know Y/N.”

A chuckle came from you as you looked back at Hajoon, taking a moment to study him. When the two of you first started dating, face masks were something that he absolutely refused to do, but over time you had managed to convince him to let you do one, and ever since then, Hajoon had been loving them more and more.

“Stop talking, you’ll disturb your mask,” you scolded, ushering Hajoon out of the room. “Go and make yourself comfortable on the bed and I’ll be there in a moment.”

He nodded once again, this time turning around and walking through into the bedroom, throwing the duvet back and sliding in underneath it. Once everything was organised in the bathroom, you walked through into the bedroom too, seeing Hajoon comfortable already.

“Do you want anything before I join you under there?” You asked him, slowly walking around to your side of the bed, pulling the duvet back too.

Hajoon’s head shook in reply to you, extending his arm out for you to lay over the top of, wrapping it round you to pull you into his side. As he did, your eyes couldn’t help but look at him still with his mask, poking your finger against his cheek.

“I think it’s been about fifteen minutes,” you told him, tugging at the bottom of his mask. “I’ll take it off for you,” you smiled, slowly peeling it back much to Hajoon’s relief.

After throwing the mask across the room towards where the bin was, your hands smoothed over Hajoon’s face, rubbing in what was left over from the mask. You could already see a difference in him, noticing how much better his skin looked.

“At least you look awake now,” you teased as Hajoon asked you how he looked. “I love you, but when you came home from work, I could tell straight away just by the look in your eyes that it had been a bit of a difficult day for you.”

“I agree with you,” Hajoon replied with a chuckle, “I felt a little bit dead to be honest with you,” he added, settling down into his pillow. “I guess I’m just a lucky guy, at least I get to come home to someone here to look after me when I’m busy.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I’ll always be here to look after you, I know how hard you work and how much pressure you put on yourself too.”

“I have to do well,” Hajoon reminded you, “this industry can be brutal sometimes Y/N.”

Your smile was weak as Hajoon spoke, “that doesn’t mean that you should neglect yourself though, your own health is the most important.”

With a smile much wider than yours, Hajoon looked back at you, “I don’t need to worry about my health, I’ve got you to do that for me instead.”

“I’m being serious,” you laughed, “I don’t want to lose my boyfriend to work all the time.”

Hajoon nodded in reply to you, knowing that you were right. He loved being your boyfriend and definitely didn’t want to rely on you instead of being able to take care of you and not let work get in the way of anything.

He wanted more of the moments that you shared right now, the ones where he was able to relax and talk to you without any interruptions, and nothing playing on his mind too.

“You need to rest,” you warned Hajoon as you felt his eyes staring across at you, “catch up on the sleep that you’ve missed out on.”

His head shook in response, “I feel wide awake right now, I want to talk to you for a little while, I’ve missed you recently.”

“I’ve been right here,” you chuckled, “we’ve both been right here together.”

Hajoon hummed back at you, “I’ve been so distant with work though, at least tonight I’m here with you, properly.”

“We can stay awake, but when your eyes close, it’s alright.”

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Masterlist

[badfreakingair]

Talk of the town

Pairing: GONG YOO x BLACK READER

Prologue

Dispatch has revealed that Korean actor Gong Yoo has been in a relationship with writer y/n for about a year and that the two are engaged. He's a man known for breathing life into all his characters and keeping his personal life private. The news came as a shock to his fanbase not because he's engaged but because said woman was a black woman. Adding salt to injury the woman was significantly younger than him. K-netizens reactions ranged from absolute disbelief to calling said revelation a farce or publicity stunt for some American project he's probably participating in.

  He's agency's silence on the matter only deepened the curiosity of the public. A relationship reveal that was expected to capture the interests of the public for a few days lasted a month. The pair had become the talk of the town. With one discourse after another.

SCENARIO ONE: REACTION TO DISPATCH REVEAL

To say that you were shocked was an understatement. You had done everything right. Private dates in restaurants owned by one of your friends, dinner dates indoors, car dates, picnics in the backyard, you name it. You had done everything in your power to date in private and keep your relationship a secret. You knew the reveal wouldn't affect you much because your fanbase wasn't in a parasocial relationship with you. This fact however did very little to tame the ache in your chest. You were worried about Ji Chul. Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone vibrating in your hand.

  "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" he asked with a soft and worry some voice.

"I'm fine but I'm more worried about you".

He was silent. 

"You don't have to say anything. We'll talk when you get home" you reassured him. "mhm" he reluctantly responds.

  The call ends and you descend into an hour long inner monologue on whether or not you should log onto your social media. The arguing points being that you still didn't know the extent of the criticism but maybe that was for the best. To distract yourself you headed for the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner even though it was before noon. You cleaned already cleaned areas in a desperate attempt to keep your mind busy. You put up a good battle but the war was lost. You eventually succumbed to the desire to know the reaction of the public. Upon logging onto your social media, your notifications lit up like Chinese fireworks. This wasn't your focus. You wanted to know how his fans felt about the revelation.

  ONLINE COMMENTS **Tell me its a joke. Is this for publicity** **Why a black woman? I'm shocked. This can't be true ** **Is he desperate?** **I won't believe it until he says so himself**

Your heart broke a little. This is why he was worried. Well at least no one is throwing the word traitor or demanding an apology. You logged off and vowed not to login again until the storm had cleared. To seal the treaty you turned off your phone. You passed the time by preoccupying yourself with work. The hours flew by as you were anticipating your fiancé’s return. To your surprise he arrived home earlier than expected. You got up from the couch to meet him at the door. Before you could even say a word, he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace.

  "I missed you too" you said as his upper body gently enwrapped your torso. He pulled back from the embrace, took your hand and led you to the living room and sat you down beside him. With both hands comforting yours and your eyes facing his, he asked. "Are you okay?" "Are you?" "You're all that matters to me right now. I just want to make sure you're okay". "I told you I'm fine" He pulls you in closer. "I'm really sorry about today. I hope this won't make you not want to live in Korea with me". "I don't scare that easily" He smiles. "I love you. I want to be with you. Be a good husband, a good father and nothing will change that. I love you for who you are and who you are not" "I know" you said leaning in to place your hands on the back of his neck. "Nothing is coming between us"

part two is here 

How the two of you met

[naflaswife]

Hey guys! I made this account to post my scenarios. I used to have another one but I forgot the password (typical me lol). I posted one headcanon with my man Nafla there and maybe, some of you guys have already seen it, but I will post here again. Also, English it's not my first language, just be nice if I ever pronounce/write something wrong.

Also, I will accept requests (if someone it's actually reading this) so feel free to ask me.

I love writing and I'm doing this to distract myself from reality. Hope you guys enjoy here!! Almost forgot, I will write it for every artist you guys wanted, khh, kpop and kactors.

THANKS ✨✨✨

[daydreamlib]

⋰˚☆ 𝙠-𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 & 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡

♡ — 𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 | 𝖺: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

♡ — 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

╰ ⌗ 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

if we were human (lee rang)

╰ ⌗𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

hacked (tae oh)

hacker: blunder (tae oh)

dating (cha hyun su)

new hair (han seo jun)

╰ ⌗𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲

dating cha hyun su before the events of sweet home (cha hyun su; a, f)

╰ ⌗𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

hacker: favor, pt. 1 (tae oh; f)

hacker: favor, pt. 2 (tae oh; f)

hacker: thin air, pt. 1 (tae oh; a)

hacker: thin air, pt. 2 (tae oh; a)

hacker: thin air, pt. 3 (tae oh; a, f)

[saidrabbles]

soo-drabble ♡

"ah my lips feel dry" he says as he looks at you, putting some lip balm on your full pink lips. "give that to me when you're done". you look at him, with a teasing grin slowly creeping on your face.

"why're you looking at me like tha-" he couldn't finish the sentence as your lips was on his. you slowly moved your lips, sucking on his lower lip. he sighed into the kiss, feeling your warmth and moving closer to you.

after a few minutes you backed away, and smiled in victory. "perfect. your lips are now fully moisturized" you giggled. he feels himself laughing along, his heart beating too loudly for his own good.

your laugh was suddenly muffled due to his lips devouring yours. he kissed you feverishly, and you felt light headed. he backed away slightly and sighed as he looks at you. "i don't think my lips are soft enough just yet." he smirks at your dumbfounded state and kissed you again, deeper this time.

[a/n]: sorry i've been ia for so long, but here's a little smth for you. thank you for giving love to my writing !

[kunstnurii]

hwang in yeop x gn!reader

pairing : hwang in yeop and gender neutral!reader 

warnings : none

genre : fluff, comedy

word count : 1k

song recommendation : sangsu station - The Black Skirts

summary : you’re just a college student trying to pay the rent, you didn’t expect to spill coffee on a (very handsome) stranger while working. 

disclaimer : i am not using capitalised letters on purpose. it’s my ~aesthetic~

it’s currently 7:46 a.m and you already want to disappear, maybe dig a hole right then and there and bury yourself in it. the handsome stranger with expensive looking clothes (now drenched in his coffee order) in front of you is the exact cause of this very familiar feeling (it’s,,,, really not the first time you’re experiencing public embarrassment). 

you wouldn’t really call yourself a clumsy person, you just have a talent at not being very good at coordinating your limbs, whether it’d be hitting your thigh at the corner of the desk in class when you’re trying to rush out of class, hitting your head on that damned cupboard every time you cook or breaking any object you were holding. it’s really not clumsiness, just a lack of coordination. 

anyways, this fine monday morning started out perfectly, you weren’t late to work, you actually don’t have any assignment missing or undone as you managed to focus on doing them over the weekend, and midterms don’t start until another two months so you don’t have the stress dawning on you (yet). you also didn’t forget your work attire or hairband, everything was going perfectly smooth. you managed to fix a few customers’ orders without making a mess either. that is, until you tripped on your undone shoelace when trying to give this (handsome) customer’s iced americano. 

so here you are, trying to wipe off the stain of coffee off of this very handsome person’s very expensive looking beige sweatshirt (is that,, the prada logo?) while the man keeps on repeating that it’s fine, and just a redo of his order would be fine! because really, he’s also very socially awkward and not used to female contact outside of his job. besides, it was cold coffee, it’s not like he got burned or anything. 

“i’m really sorry…!” you repeat for the umpteenth time in the span of 10 minutes. mainly from the fact that you were sure the hoodie cost more than you’ll ever be able to afford, even if you worked full-time. 

“don’t worry about it, my mom has a good method for coffee stains! besides i have time this morning as i don’t have any schedule, i was about to go home anyways.” he smiles (was this heaven?) at you before removing the wet tissue from his chest and throwing it to the trash. 

as you go back to completing his order feeling a very little less guilty, he makes use of that time to study you. ‘it’s weird.’ he thinks, you have seen him from up close and didn’t recognize him, he assumed you would’ve gasped and whimper ‘hwang in yeop…’ in surprise when you saw his face but you didn’t (you truly were just focused on making that stain go away). ‘maybe she’s not into dramas’ he assumes, considering the project he recently worked on gave him the most recognition. he watches you make his coffee order again and notices how cute the apron makes you look. he also now comes to realise that you are, in fact, a foreigner. he didn’t get to look at your face when you were wiping the stain, and your korean really didn’t make him question your nationality, and he assumed you were probably from a different region, as the only problem you had speaking was the accentuation of words. 

after you give him his coffee, he decides that this is a one in a lifetime opportunity, he doesn’t have any schedule, you’re the first foreigner he’s seen in a job usually taken by natives, and most importantly, your voice made him blush a little at how soothing it sounded to him. 

“i take back my words. this isn’t okay; i want you to repay me for staining my hoodie.” smooth. very smooth. he curses innerly as he realises you’re probably going to panic. 

‘i... also assumed so. how much would it cost to buy you a new one?” you sigh defeated as you also thought he was letting you off too easily, specially for a hoodie that looks more expensive than you if you were to sell organs. 

“i don’t want money actually.” now, in yeop isn’t the type to say stupid stuff that easily. but there’s just something about him this early in the morning, that makes him say stuff either very insensitive, or very inappropriate. specially as you now probably assume he wants your body. 

“i..” you were speechless. was it that your brain was telling you he wants your body? or your low self-esteem refusing to admit your body is valuable? you truly weren’t following what he meant. 

“that sounded very inappropriate. i apologize. i just meant to ask for your number in exchange..?” he scrunches his nose in awkwardness. 

uh. oh. that. he meant that?

“why…?” you were now just utterly confused as to why this handsome stranger wanted your number. 

“i just thought you’d be fascinating to talk to, it’s my first time talking to a foreigner in korean, and them being as fluent if not better than me at it. also because you look cute in that apron…” you almost didn’t hear the last part, if it weren’t for the silence of a monday morning, where you barely get customers after 8 a.m until 11 a.m. 

“oh.” was all that left your mouth as you truly didn’t expect someone to find you cute. maybe friendly? but cute? never heard it before. 

he sighs, apologising for the absurd request and turns to leave saying that it really is fine for the hoodie. 

“give me your phone!” you yell a little too loud, mainly because you found it weirdly comforting that someone could find you fascinating. he smiles shyly as he gets it out to give it to you, and it’s only after you ask for his name to input as a contact that you freeze. it was him. the actor your friend kept telling you about. you couldn’t believe it. 

“i have to go back home to change but i’ll wait for your message!” he says as he rushes out of the shop while new customers enter. 

you had just given your number to the handsome actor whom had given everyone second lead syndrome in his most recent work. and it was because he found you fascinating and cute. 

what a morning.

[producerguk]

i think i’ll be writing from now on 🥺☝🏻

do you have a masterlist?

you can find all of my works by searching #bts scenarios on my blog.

i’m no longer writing, though.

[reflectionssss]

SONG KANG

[blu-joons]

Never Enough ~ Nam Joohyuk

A sigh came from you as finally the front door opened, completely unaware of how late it was. You didn’t quite know how to react as Joohyuk finally come home, deciding to keep your eyes staring down at your phone, failing to acknowledge him as he walked into the room.

Unlike you, his eyes were firmly on you, watching you closely. Joohyuk wasn’t surprised to see you failing to respond, he knew that he was home much later than he told you he’d be, but when work called, he felt he had no other choice but to be there.

That choice had been made countless times by Joohyuk, leaving you at your apartment all by yourself. You were tired to say the least, even as Joohyuk dropped down to sit on the chair at the opposite side of the room, you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile.

“How have you been?” Joohyuk asked you, trying to break some of the tension that was in the room. “I really didn’t intend to be home as late as I was tonight Y/N.”

“I’ve heard that several times before,” you muttered under your breath.

A slight nod of the head came from Joohyuk in reply to you, not quite knowing what to say. He understood why you were so frustrated, he was annoyed himself that work had been so busy, feeling the pressure more than ever to make sure that he got everything done.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Joohyuk told you, scratching over the top of his head as he tried to get your eyes.

You weren’t quite as willing as Joohyuk to have a conversation though. You couldn’t help but feel angry, defeated almost. The number of times Joohyuk had let you down was far too high for you to dare remember anymore.

The silence that came from you was beginning to frustrate Joohyuk too, wanting you to at least try with him. He understood so far, but the effort that you were putting in to ignore him felt slightly too much even by Joohyuk’s standards.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You’re just going to make me feel bad about this forever?”

“What else is there to do?” You quizzed, “I’ve waited here all night to talk to you, but nothing.”

A sigh came from Joohyuk as yet again he heard the annoyance that was in your voice. “I’ve got work to do Y/N, I can’t keep saying no to them because I’ve got to spend time with you, we can’t all come home at dinner and just put our feet up.”

Your eyes widened as Joohyuk managed to get a sly dig in, finally glancing across at him. “The point is you can say no sometimes, you don’t have to constantly be there. There are other people who want your time Joohyuk, even people that are lucky to finish work at a reasonable time like me.”

“Maybe I’ve not got the balance of home and work right, but what can I do?”

You couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing, almost as if Joohyuk was expecting someone else to give him the answers. If he really wanted to spend time with you then he would solve things for himself instead.

“I wish I could be at home more,” Joohyuk tried his best to tell you, “but my career is my drive, it’s what makes me who I am Y/N. I’m making a name for myself right now and I don’t want something to mess that up.”

“You mean someone like me?” You questioned, standing up from the sofa. “If you want to tell me that I’m in the way Joohyuk, then just say that.”

As soon as his eyes noticed you walking towards the direction of the stairs, Joohyuk stood up too. He took a few steps left so that he was inline with you, reaching out.

A sigh came from you as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, refusing to let you go. “You’re not a problem in my life Y/N, I can’t believe you’d think that’s what I think.”

“Just let go of me,” you asked Joohyuk, pulling your arm away. “If I wasn’t a problem in your life then you’d want to be here with me, you’d at least notice how much this is bothering me.”

Joohyuk dropped his hand back down to his side, with his eyes still looking in your direction. He could see that you were hurting, there was no more fight in your eyes, just exhaustion and a need for something different out of your relationship.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so consumed with work recently,” Joohyuk told you in a much calmer voice. “Perhaps there have been quite a few times when I could have told them no instead of yes.”

There was nothing else that you could do other than nod at what Joohyuk said, knowing that he was right, things could have been different, and they should have been different too.

“I’m sorry too that I’ve ended up ignoring you because of how things have been,” Joohyuk continued to tell you. “More than anything I want to be here with you, but I’m too scared to say no to the people at work, I think that’s my biggest problem.”

“You know all I’ve ever wanted is that I just want to be enough for you, but recently it’s felt as if I could not be further down the list of priorities for you.”

Your words stung Joohyuk, sending a slight shiver down his spine. He had never realised how badly his drive to stick around at work had bothered you and felt you feeling as if you didn’t matter even a little bit in Joohyuk’s life.

“I promise that I’m going to be around more, make more of an effort for us,” Joohyuk assured you as the two of you started walking back into the room. “I don’t care what it takes, things need to be better, and I need to pay attention to you. You’re not bottom of the pile Y/N, you’re always at the very top for me.”

You dropped down on the sofa, feeling Joohyuk drop down beside you. His hand rested slowly against your leg, relieved that you didn’t brush him out of the way.

You didn’t quite know how Joohyuk could fix things, or how long it would take to make a change, all you could do was be hopeful that something would give. How you were living was never how you wanted your relationship to be, and long term you knew that it was never going to work out with Joohyuk as it was.

“I’m going to speak to them at the set tomorrow and tell them that I need to be home at dinner time,” Joohyuk promised you, “that’s when you get home, isn’t it?”

“Is it really that easy for you?” You asked him in surprise, “I mean there’s so many people there relying on you, can you just turn around and go?”

Joohyuk nodded in reply to you, knowing that he had no choice but to put his foot down. “I’ll sort something out with them, no matter what it takes.”

It was a start for the two of you, but a small part of you still worried. You didn’t just want for it to be a one time thing from Joohyuk, you wanted to have many evenings with him, not just the one that he thought would please you.

“I promise that things are going to change,” Joohyuk told you once again as your eyes turned to look across at him, “I mean it Y/N too.”

“I hope you do,” you whispered, “I don’t want to be nothing to you Joohyuk, I at least want to be something.”

“You’re more than that, you’re everything.”

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Masterlist

[badfreakingair]

TALK OF THE TOWN scenario 2

PAIRING: GONG YOO X BLACK READER

PROLOGUE: After dispatch’s reveal, your fiancé informed you that he thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to get away for a while. Far away from prying eyes, to a place where no one cared who you were. A place serene and majestic.

SCENARIO TWO:

Bags packed, playlist made and your travel checklist completed. You were ready to go. Where to, was the mystery. All you knew was that you had to pack warm clothing. Which narrowed the possibilities to North America, Europe, Asia and northern Africa.

“All done” he exclaimed.

He stood up from the edge of the bed and climbed up to give you a kiss on the forehead

“You’re going to love it” he proudly exclaimed.

He positioned himself closer to you.

“We should get some sleep. Our Flights at 04:00 am”

“I doubt I’ll get any sleep, not unless you tell me where we’re headed”

“You don’t give up do you?”

You shook your head.

“Jagiya. You know why I planned this trip?”

“No you neglected to tell me”

“So you can relax. You know I’m worried. Things in Korea are different. I’ve seen people get cancelled for less but that’s not my biggest worry. I’m afraid you’ll sign out. This trip is for the both of us. We’ll get to do all our favorite things in peace and just recuperate”.

You were moved. This was the first time witnessing his protective side. Almost instinctively to engulfed him in a passionate kiss. You pulled back to say:

“I love you. Truly” you said feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes.

He laid your head down on the pillow. Gently placed his hand on your face and forged his mouth with yours. With your hands caressing his body, the two of you began to unravel each other’s clothes. He got on top of you, spreading your legs apart with his torso. He positioned himself and as always you looked away. Opting to feel his entrance rather than seeing it. You feel his weight and let out a moan. Pulling him closer as each thrust gets better than the last. You drift into Euphoria and time becomes a foreign concept. The two of you are one and you reach your synchronized climax.

He’s panting in your ear, trying to recover his breath. He lays down next to you and extends his arm and pulls you closer. You are facing each other at eye level.

“Don’t fall asleep” he says in a raspy voice with his eyes barely open.

“Take your own advice” you whisper back.

You spent the remaining hours in his arms, waiting for your alarm to ring indicating you had three hours to your flight. The drive to the airport was foggy and uneventful. You checked in for your flight and finally learned about your destination. California. With that mystery blown out the wind, everything else went smoothly. You handed in your luggage, passed through airport security, found your boarding gate and were directed to first class. The two of you made yourselves comfortable in preparation for your 12hour flight. He pulled out a book and you listened to your podcasts.

[12 HOURS LATER]

“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing”

You breathed a sigh of relief. The excitement on his face however was palpable. You remembered it’s still basketball season and he’s probably exciting about a match he’s hoping to see. You got off the plane, retrieved your luggage and rented a car. As you were tying your seatbelt, you watched as Ji Chul type in Yosemite National Park on the Navigation system.

“We’re going to Yosemite?”

YOSEMITE part 2