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riksirixa said: I hate you. I want 3 members. Anw~ Just choose which 2 you wanna do... kk? >:) how would BTS maknae line react to you, spazzing about them? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Like they walk in on you spazzing about their ceci photos. :D


I’ll do two then I’ll tell you the other one in school. LMAO. The perks of being your friend in real life. HAHA


Taehyungie would be so thrilled and would probably be a smiling idiot when he sees you spazzing over his CECI teasers. Let’s face it, it’s every man’s dream to have women fawning over them and to have you, his girlfriend, doing just that would boost his ego to the roof. 

He’d sneak up on you as you are busily looking through the photos and posting them on your blog; then he would just blurt out, “I never got what OTL means.”

Jumping slightly, you close your browser in a rush and Taehyung would just chuckle at you over your shoulder. “How long have you been there?”

"Long enough." he grins. "Ah! I think I know what it means now…" He puts a hand to his heart then steps back dramatically. "My heart! oh my poor heart!" he kneels to the ground and puts his head on the floor, doing exactly what the emoticon represents. "Oppa, why?!" he bangs his fists on the ground. "Why must you look so hot?! Oppa!!"

You roll your eyes, though your cheeks become as red as a tomato, embarrassed for being caught. “Whatever.” you say as you stand and Taehyung would continue to tease you by holding onto your waist.

"Taehyung oppa, I love you!" he’d mock in a girl’s voice as you try to walk out of the room, with him latched onto your waist, dragging him across the floor. XD



Kookie would be smirking the moment he catches you in the act: your face practically glued to the screen as you scroll through the photos. You’d yelp excitedly when his photo comes up and Jungkook would smirk even more, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms.

"Why do you look so good?!" you groan in frustration and Jungkook would chuckle. "I can’t help it. It’s a gift."

Your eyes widen at the sound of his voice and you turn around slowly, finding Jungkook pushing himself off the wall to approach you. " I don’t understand why you keep looking at that jagi, when you have the real thing right here.” 


He leans down and kisses you on the nose, making you blush a deep shade of red. He smiles and winks. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. I like it.” his gaze moves to your laptop, seeing the screen filled with his photos. “So this is what you do everyday.”

"No," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "Sometimes I spazz over Jimin oppa’s ab—"he didn’t even let you finisih before he kisses you deep, shutting you up. When he parts from you, he’d slightly glare as he says, "Say the ‘A’ word again and I’ll kiss you."



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Black Keys (Baekhyun, OC) Part 4


"And I am now weeping, holding with my wretched heart. The man I trusted with his love, has left me indeed…" - Really, I Didn’t Know

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

OC- Leila


I don’t know if I’m being played or what. It’s like fate is toying with me, putting me in the hardest and most painful of situations and then leaving me there to react. I could almost hear their laughter; some unknown force watching me play this cruel game they’ve set up for me. 

Looking at Baekhyun from the ICU’s window, lying there unconsciously with several tubes stuck to his arm, his face pale, and his breathing low and steady, I wondered how everything could change so drastically in such a short amount of time. 

It was like yesterday, I was the one who was on that bed, and he looking at me with probably the same worried and pained expression.

The tables have definitely turned… 

My life feels like a mockery, I thought as I pressed my forehead against the glass, watching him with tears running down my cheeks. 

No please. This can’t be happening. 


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Black Keys (Baekhyun, OC) Part 3


Part 1

Part 2

OC- Leila

(Baekhyun’s POV)

“Try again on the second verse… there was a flat,” John, my piano mentor, told me.

It was a Saturday and I was supposed to be on a break, but I had a really big performance coming up and I spent most–almost all—of my time rehearsing for it, considering it’s to be my biggest show yet. I was feeling quite nauseous this morning but to my luck it disappeared after I took a shower and was able to drag myself out of the house and into the studio for practice.

I’ll be playing at the Concertos Artes, a huge concert that happens once a year, which recognizes some of the most talented young musicians around the globe. I had been invited to this event since I graduated from music school and even performed in a couple. But this would be the first time that I would play a solo segment and perform an original song I composed.

Nodding, I played again. This was one of my most powerful and hardest pieces to play, and if I’m going to perform this at the concert, then it better be flawless. My hands glided through the piano keys with such force and determination that sweat started beading down my forehead. I was hunched over, eyes closed, as I repeated the second verse just as I was told. As I made my big finish, I was panting slightly.

“Whoa, easy there.” He said as I felt a hand clap my shoulder. “No need to take it out on the piano.” He chuckled.

I looked at John who was giving me a weary expression. “Sorry. Just got carried away.”

Sighing, he walked over to the table near the window. “Tea?” I shrugged.

He went over to the table and held up a plate filled with delicious-looking Danish bread. “I got your favorite. Pineapple Danish?” he held it towards me but I shook my head, the Danish looking surprisingly unappetizing at the moment.

“Baekhyun,” he sighed. “You’ve been practicing all day and you haven’t eaten—“

“I’m not hungry.”

John sighed and placed the plate back down. “Well you have to eat, alright?” I nodded half-heartedly. Lately, food has been something I hadn’t paid attention much to. I know it’s wrong but with everything going on, I can’t seem to stomach anything.

John handed me a cup of tea, nonetheless, and crossed his arms. I knew he wouldn’t stop if I didn’t drink it so I took a sip. It was Green tea, unsweetened, just the way I liked it. He smiled, satisfied that I at least got something in my stomach.

“So? How was it?” I asked as I prepared to listen to his comments and instructions. He looked at me over his cup, before setting it down to clasp his hands together. “How is she?” he asked instead. The mere mention of her made my heart wrench and I looked away. “Fine, I guess.” I answered as I fiddled with the keys on the piano, playing a soft random tune. “How should I know? I’m not even allowed to see her anymore.” I muttered, bitterly.

“But you still go there?”

“When she’s asleep.” I admitted. “She doesn’t want to see me.”

“So you guys broke up?” the question made me wince and I tried not to snap at him for asking stupid—hurtful—questions. I don’t need another reality check. Not now. “The piece,” I said, changing the subject. “What do you think?”

John seemed to get that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore and he stood next to me, looking through the concert piece. “You know you’re songs are always perfect.” I started to smile. “But…”

“But what?” I frowned. How can something perfect have a ‘but’? I started to worry. This performance is the performance of my life! I can’t screw this up and I can’t allow any ‘but’s’.

John sighed and moved to look out the window, “You are one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever met, Baekhyun. And I don’t believe that you are because of your grandfather.”

I stared at him, waiting patiently for his point. “When I first became you’re mentor, one of the things I noticed about you is the way you played.” He looked at me and smiled softly, “You play with heart, kid.”

I chuckled softly, “That’s exactly what she used to say.”


“My mom.”

John chuckled then sighed. “Well she’s right. Look,” he went over to me and held both of my shoulders. “You can play whatever piece in this goddam world and make it sound like you own it. That’s your gift.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I want you to play the piece closest to your heart.” He said, surprising me a little. “That way, you’ll have the time of your life up on that stage.”

“But this piece is one of the best ones I wrote—“

“I’m not asking for the best. I’m asking you for the most special one.” I looked at him and suddenly understood what he’s trying to say. He’s asking me to play the piece I wrote for Leila. “John, you know I can’t—“

“Why not?”

“I just—” I sighed, my shoulders slumping as I bowed my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. Get it together, Baekhyun!

“Why don’t you try now?”

I gave him a “dude, are you seriously trying me?” look and he chuckled, “Come on. Just give it a try.”

I gave out a frustrated sighed and obeyed. Before I started though, I took a deep breath then exhaled. Thoughts of her came rushing through my brain like an old black and white movie. Suddenly I was back at that café on that rainy Thursday afternoon. She was in a pretty summer dress, sitting next to me on a stool by the café’s window. As I played, I remembered her smile, her laugh, her way of calling my name like a sweet song being sung.

And then I saw her on that hospital bed, lying weak and pale. I saw the way she strained whenever she tried to give me a smile. She winced discretely whenever she would stand, hoping I didn’t see. But I did, I always did, and it broke my heart.

I was suddenly angry; angry at her state; angry with myself for not being able to do anything to help her. I was dejected of the fact that she wouldn’t even let me in; wouldn’t let me be with her through it. The world—specifically my world—was screwed up. Someone must hate me for me to suffer this much.

I finished the song panting, then realized that my cheeks were wet. I looked at John who stood still, his face a mask of concern, sadness, and understanding.

“That’s what I was talking about,” he murmured. And that’s when I broke down. He came towards me and gripped me tight as I sobbed and shook in his arms. “Shh… It’s all right, my boy. It’s alright.”

No it’s not, I wanted to say. Nothing’s right without her.

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Black Keys (Baekhyun, OC) Part 2


warning… this is a little serious… if you know what I mean~ tissues might be helpful..? :)

Part 1

OC- Leila

(Leila’s POV)

I woke up to the feeling of something warm clutching my right hand; glancing down I found slender fingers intertwined with mine.

Pianist hands, I thought. Thin, long, and soft.

Someone’s head was leaning beside our clutched hands. It was a boy with dark hair, his eyes clothed with long lashes, which were closed, and obviously in deep slumber. I reached out my left hand, with a little difficulty, towards his face. Baekhyun looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I sometimes tease him that he looked like a puppy, especially when he’s pouting or doing something equally adorable. I touched his face and outlined the shape of his eyebrows, his nose, then the edge of his face; he was beautiful.

How did we end up here?, I thought. One day we were happy, in love, and the next… we’re losing everything we’ve ever hoped for. I sometimes wondered if fate was toying with me. Is this some sick cosmic joke the heavens are playing on me?

I’ve accepted it: the fact that I was dying. I found out about my illness two years ago, and knew I didn’t have that much time. So I did everything I could to make the most out of everything. I started reading all the books I could get my hands on; I spent most of my time with my mom and gran baking, painting, and even gardening. I was ready to die, so to speak.

Everyday, I felt myself getting weaker but I concealed it as much as possible. When I die, I wanted to die happy, and that means looking happy as well. But nothing prepared me for that rainy Thursday afternoon, the day I met Byun Baekhyun. It felt like the heavens suddenly decided to play a cruel joke on me. It’s completely unfair (and heartbreaking) to have finally found the missing piece, find the one you want to be with for the rest of your life at this point in time.

I looked at Baekhyun, observed his steady breathing, and thought, I don’t want to leave yet. I don’t want to leave him yet. A tear escaped my eye and I wiped it off. As if sensing my growing sadness, Baekhyun stirred. I felt him squeeze my hand gently and I squeezed back. He jumped slightly and opened his eyes, glancing up at me as I gave him the brightest smile I could muster. “Hi.”

He sat up groggily and realized just how tired he must be from watching over me. I told him that he didn’t need to do it but he refused to leave my side unless he had too. And those were reserved for his rehearsals. He gave a small smile, “Hey.” He kissed my hand and placed it on his cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” I said as I ran my hand through his hair. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. “You look tired. You should go home and rest. Don’t you have rehearsals later?”

“I can rest here.”

“Well go shower or change at home.”

“Are you telling me I stink?”

I grinned, “If I am, will you go home and rest?”

“You really want me to leave that bad?” he questioned. Even though he meant it jokingly, it still hit me like a hard slap on the face. I don’t want you to leave. Not now. Not ever. But that’s the thing… I’m the one leaving here. Not you, I thought sadly. I looked away and shook my head, “No.”

“Hey…” he held my chin and made me face him again. I stared at his warm brown eyes; they were really like a puppy’s. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

I smiled softly, “Yeah?”

“Nothing can keep me from you, Leila.” He said sincerely. No… there’s one thing, I thought but I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying it out loud and ruining the moment.


He squeezed my hand, “I promise.” I smiled and my gaze casually wandered over his shoulders where a bouquet of flowers sat by the table. “What’s that?”

Baekhyun looked behind him and smiled, “You forgot didn’t you?”

My heart started beating in my chest, feeling suddenly worried. “I—“ What date is it today? Oh God is it our anniversary? How can I forget our anniversary?!

“You did forget.” He sighed, sadly.

“Forgot what?” I asked, feeling completely ashamed and baffled. “It’s not our anniversary is it? I’m pretty sure it isn’t.”

Baekhyun sighed and stood up. He reached for the flowers and went back to sit beside me, handing me the bouquet. The smell was marvelous, fresh and sweet.

“Happy Birthday.”

My mouth literally fell open at his statement. I forgot my own birthday. I guess I was so caught up on the fact that I was dying that I didn’t bother paying attention to dates… to matters like this.

I wanted to cry. The whole situation was pathetic… I was pathetic.

“Thank you,” I croaked and tried to hide how horrible I felt.

“Hey cheer up, everyone forgets their birthdays sometimes.” Baekhyun said. I doubt that, I thought asI looked at him and caught his eye smile. It was enough to make my heart do somersaults in my chest. I still find it so remarkable; the things he does to me. “Stop that,” I whined as I covered my face with my free hand, trying to conceal my blushing face.

“What?” Even if couldn’t see him, I could hear him smiling.

“That thing you do with your eyes,”

“You mean blinking?” he pried my hand from my face and I hit his arm lightly. “You know what I mean.” I was already embarrassed about forgetting my own birthday and his eye smile is only making me blush harder.

He laughed. “Oh, you mean this…” he stared at me and did the eye smile again and I swore I felt the blood rise to my face. I covered my eyes, “Baekhyun!” He laughed and soon enough we were both giggling and smiling, just like old times.

When we finally stopped he said, “Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“Ask you what?”

“What I got you for your birthday, of course!” he seemed overly excited about it, which made me smile.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I bent my head down fidgeting with the flower petals. “You being here and reminding me it’s my birthday was enough.”

Baekhyun snorted, “Yeah yeah. But I still got you one.”

“Alright,” I held open my hand. “Let me have it.”

Baekhyun stared at my hand then back at me, smirking before grabbing my palm instead. “You’d have to leave this place to see it.”

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Kiss Me through the Phone (D.O, OC) Scenario


This a special birthday present for my BFF thisstrangelifeimliving <3 I know you requested for a different Kyungsoo fic but I’m still working on it so in the meantime, enjoy this birthday scenario I wrote you. :P

OC- Louise


Louise sighed as she stared at her laptop screen, refreshing her inbox page for the nth time as she waited for the message she’s been dying to read since last week.

It’s been a while since she last talked to her boyfriend, Kyungsoo. Probably two weeks since they had had a decent conversation, two weeks since they Skyped with each other and exactly two and a half weeks since he last sent an email which usually involved a long letter narrative of what’s he’s been up to in Korea—promoting and doing his idol work with the rest of the EXO members. 

Louise was dating the D.O Kyungsoo of EXO and they had been together for almost a year now. To some it may be a dream come true; it felt that way in the beginning, but as the months passed, it started feeling more like a nightmare considering that dating him literally felt like dating a ghost. 

Is it even real when you don’t even see him? Don’t get to hold him or even talk to him face to face?

These thoughts echoed in her thoughts as she refreshed the page one last time. When there was till no message, she finally gave up and shut her laptop down.


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Anonymous said: Suga and v reaction if you're pms and you're shouting at them because of silly things (like maybe, he dropped a glass on the floor / forgot to clean the dishes. Idk)



Yoongi might not take it nicely if you start shouting at him, though he wouldn’t reach to that point when he actually starts a fight with you. He could either go both ways:

He would whine a lot, snapping back retorts like: “Yah, I know it’s that time of the month but do you really have to yell at me?”

or he could just be quiet and do exactly what you ask of him to keep you from shouting or throwing tantrums at him.

"It’s just for a week," he’d mutter to himself as he cleans up whatever it was that you asked him to clean up. "Just for a week." XD



Taehyung would  be understanding and would find it amusing even if you were practically screaming at his face. Being the curious fellow that he is, he would find it quite fascinating; the way you act whenever it was that time of the month. He’d be thinking: I wonder what demon posses her when she’s on her period—?

"Taehyung!" you suddenly yell, waking him from his thoughts "You forgot to do the dishes, pabo!"

"Coming honey!" he’d yell, chuckling to himself as makes his way to the kitchen to do the dishes like the good boyfriend he is. :P


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