Elemint Scenarios

Can i request a " When he forgets your birthday" Idol version? My birthday is also coming up n I've read the other one so i thought it would be interesting what it'll be like if u were an idol hehehe Thanks!

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:58:00 -0700

Oh dear I’m sure I’ve missed your birthday by now. :( How about I make it up to you by writing this request extra special? I’ll make a really long and happy fluffy one for you to make up for it? :3

I love your scenarios! I can't stop reading them :)

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:57:32 -0700

Thank you so much!! ^^<3

UNNI, PLEASE FEEL BETTER! I hope there's someone with you comforting you!! On a side note, I LOVED that fake/april fools scenario!!! I haven't laughed like that in so long!!

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 10:01:16 -0700

Thank you so much, that really means a lot to me ^^ ♥ I’m glad you liked it! It was fun to write something so ridiculous and awful hahah~!

LMAOOOO I LOST FOUR FOLLOWERS AFTER WRITING THAT FAKE SCENARIO OMG XD

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 20:13:07 -0700

LMAOOOO I LOST FOUR FOLLOWERS AFTER WRITING THAT FAKE SCENARIO OMG XD

Hee~

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 00:31:00 -0700

A/N: Decided to re-write the tattoo scenario because I didn’t think it turned out.

You walked out of the tattoo place and said gamsahamnida (THAT MEANS THANK YOU IN KOREAN!!11!) to the ajusshi who gave you the tattoo. It was kind of hurting but only a little bit because it reminds you of your perfect beautiful namja (that means man. in KOREAN!!1!) and the sarang (that means love!) you have together makes all of the hurt go away.

“AISHHH!!!” you yelled loud when you touched the tattoo and made it hurt but then you stopped screaming on the sidewalk because you pictured youre yeobo (lover <3 <3 <3 (in korean!!1!)) and the pain vanished.

You got to your apartment in Seoul (THE CAPITAL OF KOREA!!11!) and gasped out loud.

“OMO! OPPAR IS IN THE APARTMENT! YAYYYY!” You yelled and ran to the door and opened the door and he was standing there and he said annyeong and you hugged him. “Look!” You giggled and giggled and ripped off youre shirt to show oppar the tattoo.

“OMO YOU GOT A TATTOO??!?! YEOJA I DO NOT APPROVE. HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. I DON’T THINK I CAN SARANG YOU IF YOU HAVE THIS THING.” He yelled and yelled and it made you cry and your lips quivered and tears streamed down your cheeks like oceans and you ran into your room and cried and cried.

“FINE. I DON’T SARANG YOU ANYMORE OPPAR.” He sat down and felt sad for making you cry.

Was I wrong? Aniyo (THAT MEANS NO) I can’t be wrong. But ne (THAT MEANS YES) it must be wrong because I made my sarang cry and I should be sad. I NEED TO TELL HER MIANHE.

He opened the door and said mianhe (it means sorry in korean because you obviously don’t know thaaat <3) and you looked at him and said its okay oppar I saranghe you so much and I’m mianhe for crying after all it’s totally okay for you to overreact about things because our sarang is so strong.

“I sarang your tattoo so much yeobo jagiya sarang yeoja.” You jumped on him and kissed him and youre tongues battled for dominance and you were passionate and loving because the sarang was strong between you.

GUYSSSS I HOPE YOU LOVED THIS BECAUSE I WORKED REALLLLY HARD ON IT I SARANG YEOROBUN SO MUCH. NOMU NOMU MUCH.

A/N: April…fools? I’m sorry, that was lame. It’s like 2 AM I’m so sorry for what just happened up there XD I’m going to work on an actual scenario tomorrow night. Love you guys ^^~♥

When You Get a Tattoo

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 20:05:00 -0700

A/N: I went into this with a good idea and then I lost it. Sorry D: Next scenario will be better~!

You touched your fingers lightly to the plastic over your arm, wincing slightly. The tattoo was still tender, shiny and swollen from it being printed just minutes ago. You drove carefully, trying to avoid bending the skin in uncomfortable ways.

His car was parked in his spot, and you allowed in a quick intake of breath. How would he feel about this? You had been talking about getting a tattoo for a while now, but he never seemed to take those intentions seriously. He opened the door as you walked up the stairs, greeting you with a bright smile.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, offering to put your bag on the kitchen counter. “Good news! I have the rest of the day off. What should we do?” He walked back over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You gasped slightly, not expecting the sudden pain in your shoulder. Your boyfriend stepped back, confused. Offering him what you hoped was a calming smile, you began to roll up your sleeve.

“I have something to show you,” you said. “I’ve wanted it for a long time and I finally decided to go and get it.” Angling yourself to show off the ink, you scanned his face for a reaction. He gave no indication. “Well?” you encouraged. “What do you think?” He reached forward, hovering his fingers over the protective plastic.

“You…were serious?” His eyes traced the lines of your tattoo, showing little emotion in their stare. You frowned, feeling insulted by his cold response. You drew back, hiding it again from him with your hand. Fingers shaking, you tried to restrain the tears you didn’t want to let fall.

“You don’t like it?” Your brow furrowed heavier. “I love it. And it’s permanent, so you’ll have to get used to it, I guess,” you said, voice growing softer and increasingly less intrepid. His eyes softened at your tone. He pulled your hand away from it, looking at the artwork again.

“I was surprised, is all.” He gave a reassuring smile. “It’s beautiful.” His fingers traced your tattoo over the plastic. He touched lightly against your skin, not enough to disturb the sensitive markings. “It looks incredible.” Your expression shifted into one of excitement.

“Really? You like it? You’re not lying to make me feel better, right?” you asked. He shook his head.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. What’ll it take to convince you?” he asked, putting both hands on your hips. You hugged him tight, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“I believe you. I’m glad you don’t hate it.” He leaned forward, lifting your chin to brush his lips over your cheek.

“It looks great on you. I love it. I promise.”

Happy birthday! I saw it was today on AFF I promise I was not stalking lol! ^3^

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 19:34:19 -0700

Thanks so much! But… why anonymous??? ;A; LET ME LOVE YOUUU PLEASE <3

Going to start the next scenario as soon as I finish re-dyeing my hair. Yay! Update: Holy hell this...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 16:45:00 -0700

Going to start the next scenario as soon as I finish re-dyeing my hair. Yay!

Update: Holy hell this stuff smells strong x_x

Update II: Will post it as soon as I get back from the grocery store, sorry! ._. Hectic dayyy~

o__o

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:03:05 -0700

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Hello ;D I reaaaallly love your scenarios and especially your style ^.^ I read every scenario you posted and so I decided to make a request myself :D so here my request : When you show him your new tattoo and he is shocked but likes it afterwards :D I hope you can write something ;) if not .. I'll still love your work as much as before ^.^

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:01:54 -0700

Thank you so much! I love this request so much :D It’s not the same thing I’ve been writing over and over again and it totally applies. Yay! Thank you for requesting, you’re wonderful~! I’ll work on this really soon :)

if you know her tell her to comeback!

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 23:00:18 -0700

I won’t do that. She’s also going to a university right now and has a lot of work, studying, new friends, and important things to do. Scenario writing isn’t a priority for either of us at the moment. She’s retired, and we all need to respect that choice. I know it’s hard, because she’s wonderful and talented, but know that she’s doing well okay? <3

reads tags You still know kpopscenelove? Is she doing okay? I miss you guys and your friendship

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 12:01:50 -0700

Yes, I do. I think she’s doing pretty well. ^^ I just sent her a package~ We keep in touch really well on our personal blogs and with mail :3

you don't seem as popular as you used to be... :(

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:11:00 -0700

That’s because I’m not as popular as I used to be. ^^ That’s what happens when you take a two/three month hiatus.

Remember, I’m technically retired from scenario writing, so the things I write are purely because writing is fun.

I’m just here to have fun. Not to be the most popular or trending or to get a lot of notes and new followers/subscribers. The only thing that would do is make me feel pressured to write more frequently than I’m able. I like it this way. It’s more like when I first started out. It feels cozy (^^)~♥

Do you ever think about writing scenarios with specific people for the biases? Like specific group members instead of optional bias? I'm just curious ^-^

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:02:26 -0700

I’ve thought about it, and more people would probably read my writing if I did, but I think that wouldn’t be staying true to the main reason I wanted to write these~ I started because I felt like there wasn’t a huge lot of people writing optional bias, and those were my favorite kind because you can imagine whoever you want, and if someone’s bias ever changes, they can still enjoy the same stories again with a different person in their mind. :) I like having a specific person to write about, but honestly I’ve been writing optional bias for so long that it feels almost unnatural to have a name and a face to go off of! But if anyone ever has a special request that they really, really wanted to be about a specific person, I wouldn’t be opposed to writing it as a one time thing for them(^^)

When You're Working at His Company

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:24:09 -0700

A/N: I’m kind of mulling over a second part to this one, let me know if you’d like me to continue it a bit. ^^~

You moved slowly, piping the batter across the tray with a practiced hand. Jumping slightly at the sound of an alarm, you turned to remove the other batch of pastries from the oven. They looked perfect. The kitchen was pleasantly cool, with the quiet sound of a baseline pumping several doors down.

Working for the prestigious music company was rewarding. You sighed, resting your head on the counter in front of you. Rewarding, as you were told. The hours were alright and the pay was suitable, but you found working as an assistant to the chef for a company obsessed with status and power to be less than satisfying.

As you continued to cook for the upcoming company dinner, you found yourself so focused on the delicate tarts, the creamy filling and fresh berries, that you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps pacing softly into the kitchen.

“Hey,” a friendly voice greeted you, startling you with a jolt. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I was just finishing some practice and it smelled amazing in here.” You blinked silently at the person before you, still processing the situation. He was gorgeous. Surprisingly, it wasn’t often that you ran into celebrities while working. You generally operated under the unspoken rule that non-musical employees were to stay out of sight, as invisible as the pipes and supports that kept the building itself standing tall. He extended his hand forward, unfazed by your silence. “How are you today?”

Remembering your manners, you bowed politely to the visitor and wiped a line of flour from your cheek with the back of your hand. You introduced yourself, happy to see a friendly face in the lonely kitchen. He leaned against the countertop, admiring your work.

“Those look really good. Are they for dinner tonight?” He smiled. “Are you the chef? You’re a great cook.” You shook your head in response.

“Yeah, they’re dessert. I’m not the chef. I mostly just clean and make the desserts when they’re requested for events. Which isn’t very often,” you said with a frown. He gave a sympathetic look in your direction. You gestured to the tray of completed desserts. “Do you want one?” you asked. He looked at the pastry with hungry eyes, but looked away and frowned sadly.

“You have no idea how badly I do. But they’re going to yell at me if I go over my calorie limit for the day.” You weren’t surprised, but it was uncomfortable to hear the details the infamous contracts in person.

“Calorie limit?” you asked, with an unintentional cringe marking your face. He nodded.

“It sucks. I keep bending the rules and I just know if I gain any weight this month they’re going to kill me.” Your eyes scanned him involuntarily, taking in his small frame and light stature.

“I’m sure you’re fine.” He shrugged, turning around to rest his palms behind him on the counter.

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?” he asked. You shrugged as well, turning away for a moment to turn down the oven behind you.

“I don’t leave the kitchen unless I have to, honestly,” you remarked. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for an explanation without interrupting you. “Well… I really shouldn’t say anything.” You hesitated, not sure if your words would remain unrepeated. He gave an encouraging nod, and you trusted his honest impression. “This company seems to kind of have a stigma about the employees who aren’t artists or producers or something musical and important. If you’re a janitor, or a chef, if you’re not working here to make a name for yourself, you’re just sort of supposed to stay quiet and unnoticed. Sort of like servants.” Frowning again, he watched you with unwavering eyes as you continued to explain. “Even the trainees are above us. And me, being the chef’s assistant? Well, that puts me pretty low, even for the list of unimportant staff.”

“The trainees?” he looked incredulous. “They shouldn’t disrespect you guys. After all, they’re the lowest rung of the ladder.” You looked at him with a tired expression.

“You would think, wouldn’t you?” You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I’m at the bottom. This place is really like a castle.” Suddenly irritated, you stared at him with unwarranted intensity. “Why are you even talking to me? You’re one of the artists, you’re like a prince here. Why talk to a petty servant.” You said the last word with more maliciousness in your voice than intended. His face looked weary, almost disappointed. Staring in your eyes, he spoke with a voice more controlled and severe than before.

“A prince? Do you know how we’re treated?” He slid to the floor, laying his arms over his knees and resting his head against the back of a cupboard. You did the same, the heat from the dishwasher behind you warm against your braided hair. “They don’t care about us. We’re the means to an end. If this is a castle…” he scoffed, sounding angry. “If this is a castle, we’re the horses.” His eyes met your again. “I know it probably sounds really arrogant and stupid for me to complain, but it’s seriously like being an animal. ‘Don’t do this,’ and ‘You need to focus on that’. It’s like being an animal prodded and herded wherever they feel like we need to be led. I’ll be honest with you, I regret signing that stupid contract. They rope you in when you’re young and naïve. Sure, signing here will get you the fame quickly, but what they don’t tell you is that it reels you in tight and starts to suffocate you. They’ll give you the name and the reputation but in exchange you have to give them everything you are and everything you stand for. It’s killing me.” Looking suddenly pale and ill, he looked to the floor. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this though. Everyone who hears this kind of thing from an artist jumps right over to the nearest press office to sell the story,” he continued. You glared, offering a critical and insulted glance in his direction.

“If you really think I’m that shallow, you obviously don’t know me very well.” You paused, rolling the thought back over your mind. “In fact, you don’t know me at all, so I don’t understand why you’re getting upset. After all, you came in here; you started the discussion about this company.” He stood up, offering a hand to help you do the same.

“You’re right,” he remarked. “I’m sorry, that sort of thing just kind of builds up and all comes out at once. And you’re working, I shouldn’t be jumping my complaints on a random girl I met in the company kitchen. I’m really sorry.”

You grinned politely, shaking your head at his statement. “It’s alright. It’s not like this job is every interesting anymore anyway.” He laughed, grabbing the dishes you were beginning to wash and insisted he help. “You really don’t have to do that. I’m getting paid to clean these things.” Joining in his laughter, you eventually gave in as he theatrically begged to assist in cleaning. When you finished, you picked up one of the fresh pastries and placed it in his hands. “Look at all the work we did, you deserve it!” He smiled, carefully splitting the dessert in half.

“Only if you have some of it too.” You ate the portions quietly for a moment, his eyes sparkling like that of a young child. “This is amazing! You’re a really good cook.” You laughed, waving your hand in disagreement.

“I think you’re just saying that because you don’t get to have sweets,” you insisted. He shook his head.

“No, this is really great!” He finished the tart, his bright smile sending a quickened pulse pumping in your chest. You sat in silence for a moment, until the ringing of his phone startled you both.

“Hello?” he answered. “Yes sir. Sorry, I’ll just be a minute.” He hung up the phone, his eyes dulled again to a spark-less brown. “I have to go now. I’m late.” His demeanor was downcast and weary, his shoulders slumped with disincentive.

“Well, feel free to come back and visit again sometime. It’s really nice to actually see a person once in a while. I’m here practically every day.” He grinned again, turning to leave.

“I will, for sure.” He turned around, pulling you into an unexpected hug. “And thanks, for listening to me rant. You’re great for putting up with that!” He walked to the doorway, giving you a final smile before walking out the door.

As you removed your apron and prepared to leave, you grinned at the kitchen around you. Getting up for work tomorrow wasn’t going to be nearly as burdensome as it had before. Perhaps there was a flash of hope, a chance for you to find happiness somewhere inside the intimidating network of one of Korea’s most influential music corporations. You’d have to wait and see.

When You Wake Up On His Day Off

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 09:45:35 -0700

A/N: Yay for being on break and having time and ideas to write :)

Sunshine leaked through the blinds like liquid gold, spilling the gentle awakening of morning over the soft sheets that were twisted over your bed. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking in the bright light. Your boyfriend was still asleep, the soft sound of his breathing a slow, calming rhythm.

You smiled, staring at the rise and fall of his bare chest, the faint smile on his pale lips. His legs were entangled in a mess of sheets, his movement in the night wrapping the blankets around him with the tightness of a cocoon.

Reaching forward, you traced the contours of his soft features with the tips of your fingers. You scooted closer to him as he slept, your face mere centimeters from his. He smiled in his sleep as you kissed his cheek lightly, your lashes grazing his brow.

Mornings like this reminded you why you loved him. Your hair was little short of a disaster, your face free of makeup and likely marked red from where your hand rested against your cheek at night. Yet these concerns were but fleeting thoughts that passed through your mind. You were comfortable, relaxed and at ease next to him without any regard to your appearance.

A few moments passed before he pulled his eyes open, stretching his arms like a child and yawning softly. He rolled over once, the sheets falling off of him to the floor. Smiling, he touched a finger to your cheek.

“Babe?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hm?” You smiled, staring at the glow in his eyes as the window reflected its morning colors on his irises.

“You’re really beautiful. Perfect.” You scooted into his outstretched arms. His chest was warm, his heartbeat a soft tempo in your ear. Your eyes briefly shifted to the clock, and you were pleased to see there was little over an hour before you needed to be up.

It wasn’t often that he was able to stay the night, but it was moments like the present that reminded you why he was worth the wait.

WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOU<3

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 09:22:11 -0700

It’s good to be back for a bit :) ♥

It’s 1:00AM haha~ I’m going to sleep now ^^ But I’m going to sleep with a happy...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 01:11:55 -0700

It’s 1:00AM haha~ I’m going to sleep now ^^ But I’m going to sleep with a happy heart because I’ve missed you guys dearly and am feeling good about writing some things again.

I’ll be back tomorrow, with more <3

You wouldn't even believe. I was so lonely past days and everything was so wrong that I even thought about self harm. Your scenario was just a hit in the heart, a wake up call. It was so warm and even if it wasn't a real hug, I feel so much better now. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 01:07:28 -0700

(;_;) This makes me tear up! I’m so glad to know that this helps even a little bit. I know where you’re coming from, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. <3

iamsuchakpopfangirl said: I honestly missed logging on and seeing a new scenario from you because...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 01:05:57 -0700

iamsuchakpopfangirl said: I honestly missed logging on and seeing a new scenario from you because it’s so hard to find a really good author whose writing captures my attention. I don’t know for how long you’ll be back, but I hope it’s a long time. <3

(;__;) That means SO much to me. I really want to write right now. I don’t know how long my fresh ideas will last but I promise to write until I have to leave again. <3

Elemint Scenarios

Can i request a " When he forgets your birthday" Idol version? My birthday is also coming up n I've read the other one so i thought it would be interesting what it'll be like if u were an idol hehehe Thanks!

I love your scenarios! I can't stop reading them :)

UNNI, PLEASE FEEL BETTER! I hope there's someone with you comforting you!! On a side note, I LOVED that fake/april fools scenario!!! I haven't laughed like that in so long!!

LMAOOOO I LOST FOUR FOLLOWERS AFTER WRITING THAT FAKE SCENARIO OMG XD

Hee~

When You Get a Tattoo

Happy birthday! I saw it was today on AFF I promise I was not stalking lol! ^3^

Going to start the next scenario as soon as I finish re-dyeing my hair. Yay! Update: Holy hell this...

o__o

if you know her tell her to comeback!

*reads tags* You still know kpopscenelove? Is she doing okay? I miss you guys and your friendship

you don't seem as popular as you used to be... :(

Do you ever think about writing scenarios with specific people for the biases? Like specific group members instead of optional bias? I'm just curious ^-^

When You're Working at His Company

When You Wake Up On His Day Off

WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOU<3

It’s 1:00AM haha~ I’m going to sleep now ^^ But I’m going to sleep with a happy...

You wouldn't even believe. I was so lonely past days and everything was so wrong that I even thought about self harm. Your scenario was just a hit in the heart, a wake up call. It was so warm and even if it wasn't a real hug, I feel so much better now. Thank you. Thank you so much.

iamsuchakpopfangirl said: I honestly missed logging on and seeing a new scenario from you because...

reads tags You still know kpopscenelove? Is she doing okay? I miss you guys and your friendship