Hi! Im The Anon Who Requested The Keumdong Scenario! Although Im Not Actually A Uni Student Yet This

hi! im the anon who requested the keumdong scenario! although im not actually a uni student yet this was still really heartwarming to read 🥰its always nice to have someone there for you after a bad day 🤧thank you for the scenario hehe

awww its all good lol, i’m still really glad you liked it

ikon bobby + 12? :)

yayyy I love bobby!! here it is, I hope you enjoy the read! I had too much fun writing this one! this one was slightly longer than the usual size of my drabbles :-) also I think a lot of the stuff I write tends to be college!aus lol rip

12. he sees you gushing over... biology.

[11:23 p.m.] you’re a college freshman, and you’re a biology major. was anyone surprised when you told them this? absolutely not. you know why you wanted to major in bio, it’s because you loved the subject. you found everything regarding biology fascinating, no matter how tedious the classes generally are. “gee, no wonder you’re a STEM major, literally all you’ve been doing this weekend is studying,” your roommate yerim nags. you had an exam in five days, and you needed to be ready. “I need to do well on this exam, yerim. my grade in the class is on the line.” yerim sits on your desk as you pull at your hair, eyes closed. “y/n, I think you need to take a break. it’s good for you, and besides, you have a few more days to study. and it’s saturday night! come on, live a little. I promise you if you fail your exam, I’ll never take you out again. just come with me tonight?” you open your eyes and look at her. “fine! just give me a few minutes to get ready. where are we going?” yerim smiles before saying, “a frat party I was invited to, now hurry!” she pushes you towards your closet from there. a frat party, you’ve heard, is not a good idea. especially for freshmen girls like yourself. but, yerim confirmed with her seniors (and you do trust them because they’re sensible people) that the fraternity that you’ll be going to has a clean reputation compared to some of the other ones. 

the name of this frat is lambda delta, yerim tells you as you two walk out of the dorms. “oh yeah, and apparently they’re also super hot.” your eyes met yerim’s face, who was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and nudging your side with her elbow. you clicked your tongue in playful annoyance and pushed her elbow away. “I’m not interested in looking for a man, I’m here to have a good time, hopefully. and if I don’t enjoy myself tonight, we’re cutting this place from my list, okay? or you can come here with someone else next time.” yerim rolls her eyes, and whines, “okay, but at least we can check it out today! and y/n, try to have fun, alright?” you pout but still nod. eventually, you guys make it to the frat house; you see a lambda and a delta on their yard, with lights around the letters. you can see crowds of people outside the door socializing, drinking and laughing. looks fun, you think, but I shouldn’t base the party off of this. you follow yerim inside the house and immediately, the floor beneath you feels sticky. grossed out, you scrunch your nose at the stench of alcohol, and artificial fruit smells that could only come from exhaled juuls. “this is a college frat house party for sure.” you mumble under your breath. you two don’t get too far into the house when a guy comes in front of you two. he’s got sepia hair, prominent cheekbones, and a long nose. he smiles and introduces himself over the loud bass. “hi, there,” he screams, “I’m hanbin, a member of this frat. is this your first time here? you look like freshmen.” hanbin doesn’t really pick it up as he explains the rules of the house: no illegal substances, nothing that makes someone else uncomfortable and always ask for consent.

“pretty standard rules if you ask me. do you want something to drink?” you ask yerim as hanbin walks away. “a jungle juice would be nice,” yerim chuckles, and shoots you a wink. you ask her to wait in a corner and grab her jungle juice in one red cup, and water for yourself in the other. you take the cups and manage to skillfully pass through the tight spaces created by the people there. you find yerim and hand her the concoction, and she leans over to see what’s in your cup, before looking up at you and blinking. “water? you’re at a frat house, and you’re drinking water?” you turn towards her and are about to start talking, and yerim knows that she made a mistake. “do you know the various benefits water has for you, compared to alcohol? for one, it won’t mess with my brain by releasing neurotransmitters like GABA or dopamine, unlike alcohol. also, because that jungle juice crap has such a high concentration of alcohol that once it hits your bloodstream, not only does it affect your brain, it affects your liver, kidneys and even your heart. plus, you need a sober friend to take you home after this, and I’d rather be the sober friend than be shit-faced.” yerim makes a sour face, and you hear a “you’re no fun,” before she walks off, the red cup still clutched in her hand. you’re not alone for long, though, because moments later, a boy comes in front of you with a sharp jawline and a crooked smile. he runs his free hand through his purple hair, and smirks, “so drinking this,” he motions to the cup in his other hand, “can be bad for me? I heard you give a great explanation earlier to your friend.” your eyebrows shoot up at his curiosity, which leads you to ask, “you want me to tell you why...alcohol is bad for you?”

pretty soon, you two (you learn that his name is jiwon but people call him bobby) are sitting outside, on the porch and he’s also switched his beverage out for water. so you both keep sipping your waters, while you answer any sort of questions he has. “wow, how do you know all this stuff?” this seems to set a spark in your eyes, and bobby can see it, because the minute he asks you this, you go off and tell him how much you adore learning biology. “what’s there not to like about it? I mean, you learn so much about yourself, as well as the world around you. you learn about what can potentially benefit you, as well as other creatures that you may not even think about in the beginning. and then it’s all really just a cycle but it’s the most fascinating cycle ever, and there’s still so much more left to learn.” you look back at bobby to see him admiring you, a small smile settled on his face. you blush and clear your throat, which took him out of his trance. “sorry if I sound like I’m rambling, I get that biology is boring for a lot of peo-” “no, keep going.” no one’s ever seemed to show any interest when you talk about biology, especially in a setting similar to this one. “are you sure?” you nervously tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. bobby giggles, “yeah, I’m genuinely interested. plus, you’re cute when you ramble.” you were taken aback slightly by the last part, which bobby seemed to notice. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” and he scratched the back of his head. biting your lip, you shake your head, “I’m not.” just then, yerim comes out of the house and wobbles over to you. “y/nnnn, there you areee, let’s go. I’m tireddd.” she whines pulling your arm. you give bobby an apologetic look and he smiles, his eyes becoming half-moons, and he pulls out his phone. “maybe we can talk more about this tomorrow, over lunch?” you bite back a wide smile, and nod, giving him your number. he sends you a text which says, “it’s bobby :) text me when you’re back at the dorm” you reply, and then you say bye to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bobby.” and you leave, not forgetting to thank yerim in the morning when you’re tending to her hangover.

hey! i requested the bobby scenario and i loved it, it was really cute 💛

hiiii, thank you so much! i’m really glad you liked it 💖

For the mystery drabble game-Seungwoo and 7?

here it is, thank you for requesting this! I hope you really like it!! this is slightly shorter than some of the other stuff I’ve written, but I hope you enjoyed the read regardless

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[2:27 p.m.] you are a very particular person; you like your toast crunchy, you set three alarms in the morning otherwise you won’t wake up on time, and you plan what you’ll be making for dinner monday through friday on the weekend. that’s just how you were, and it’s never bothered you or anyone around you. in fact, because of your precise personality, many of your friends and family have praised you for being so detail-oriented. but that’s a different story for a different time. one thing that tagged along with your particularity was that when you would do any sort of online shopping, once made available, you would track your package. you’ve always done it and it never seems to fail you. you are always guaranteed to receive your package when the mail service says so, and to this day, they’ve never disappointed you. but, maybe sometimes unexpected things happen, seldom to teach particular people like you some sort of lesson. 

you’ve just checked your email and clicked the one regarding your most recent amazon delivery. you ordered a step-by-step calligraphy guidebook and a set of calligraphy pens you’ve been dying to get your hands on. now that both things are here, you can’t wait to embark on your newly-found hobby. you whistle down to your mailbox and unlock the small metal door. sure enough, with some spam mail, a few coupons for the pizza place down the street and some bills, your package lies for you to open. grabbing your mail and shoving it between your arm and shoulder blade, you lock up the mailbox door and head back up to your apartment. you unlocked the door to the cozy space and plop yourself down on the couch. you sort through your mail and put them in appropriate piles, then you open up your package. instant shock runs through your veins as you try to decipher the products you’ve just unboxed. you expected a cute little calligraphy how-to guide and your colorful calligraphy pens, just waiting to be used. instead, you’ve unwrapped the manila-colored packaging to reveal hair gel, a mini buddha statue and a small bottle of propolis. huh, you think, amazon’s messed up before, but never this badly. upon further inspection and out of sheer curiosity, you looked back at the packaging these items came in, and your heart stopped. this package wasn’t yours, it belonged to han seungwoo, one of your neighbors and one of the most attractive human beings you’ve ever laid your eyes on. he’s the quiet, shy boy who you sometimes hear humming to himself in the elevator or the one who’s super friendly to mrs. jung, your older neighbor who you’ve always seen as your grandmother. “shit,” you curse under your breath, “what is he going to think, that someone stole his package? I should go return this stuff to him, as soon as possible.” you check the time, and you hope that he is home now. so you gather the items in your hands and head over to his apartment.

he’s not too far from you; if you go down the hallway and then take a right, he’s somewhere in the middle. just to confirm his address, you brought the ripped up amazon packaging, too, and find his front door. you knock with one hand, trying to balance the items in the other. not even two minutes later, the door opens to reveal a smiling seungwoo, who’s wearing a t-shirt that beautifully flatters the tattoo peeking on his collarbone. “uh, I believe I have some stuff for you,” you tell him before handing him the things. “oh? I didn’t know amazon had your neighbors delivering stuff to you,” he teased, although you could see a growing pink on his cheeks. it was your turn to shy away from as you tell him shamefully, “I may have received it in my mailbox, and I may have also ripped it open in excitement because I was anticipating something else. so... that’s why I’m here. I’m so sorry,” you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture seungwoo notices makes you look angelic. but he pushes those thoughts to the side and clears his throat, before saying, “it’s not a big deal. actually, I’m glad you’re here because I have your package. of course, I didn’t open it or anything,” -you glare at him with your eyes squinted- “but I have it here for you, safe and sound. let me grab it real quick,” and he steps into his apartment. a short few minutes later, he’s back at the door, and your package is in his hand. you grab it from him and subconsciously take note of the light zing you felt as his fingertips grazed your own. “see you around, y/n.” he softly smiles, before closing the door and you’re on your way back. you check the package as you walk back to your apartment, to find your name on it (thank god) and you see, scribbled down on the bottom, “meet me for coffee this weekend? XXX-XXX-XXXX” and just maybe, you wished the mailman would screw up again like this in the future.

Hi I requested the Seungwoo drabble-it was great I loved it tysm💗

aww thank you darling! i’m glad you enjoyed it ☺️

wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.)