|dollynwe: Thanks for getting that Ren scenario I requested out. I enjoyed it.||
yay! i’m glad you liked it. :)
|dollynwe: Thanks for getting that Ren scenario I requested out. I enjoyed it.||
yay! i’m glad you liked it. :)
Sorry this is short. I’m tired and just kind of typing. So there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes. And a sentence might not make sense. I’m sorry, I just wanted to finally do this. Also sorry it took me so long, been so stressed with school honestly. Can’t wait for summer in about a week. Maybe I’ll be in a writing mood and posts some scenarios or fanfiction. Who knows.
requested by: dollynwe
“Minki!” you say happily as you see Minki, more popularly known as Ren walk up to the park that you agreed to meet him at.
“Hey _____.” he says in a serious tone. “Sorry, I’m a little late.”
“That’s okay, I understand, but is everything all right?” you ask knowing that Ren is usually more outgoing with you unless he’s being serious which means that something is on his mind.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies in a tone that’s very unconvincing. “Can we go sit over there?” he says pointing to a spot under a tree all the way on the other side of the park. “it’s quiet and peaceful over there.”
“Okay. Do you want to just sit, stare at the sky, and talk?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice right now.” he says as the two of you make your way to the tree. The walk was a little awkward and it was also silent. Something was definitely on his mind.
As you two reached the tree on the other side of the park, you laid down next to him in the grass, staring at the clouds. You wanted to find out what was on his mind, but you didn’t want to bother or upset him by pestering him to admit something was going on so you just laid there hoping that he would speak about it soon enough.
“How have you been?” he asked after some silence.
“Okay, I guess. I just have been wanting to see you as I have been missing you a lot recently.” you reply.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy and tired recently.”
“No need to apologize. I understand.”
He smiles knowing you’re telling the truth when you say you understand.
“How have you and the boys been?”
“We’ve been pretty good. Like I said, we’ve been busy recently.”
“That’s good,” you say before it was silent again.
You waited and you waited. As time was passing though, you grew more and more agitated from Minki not telling you why he’s acting the way he is. You couldn’t take it anymore, so after laying in silence for so long you finally spoke up.
“Okay, Minki, what is really going on through your mind right now?”
“Don’t tell me nothing,” you say knowing that’s a complete lie. “You have been silent most of this time, it’s obvious there’s something on your mind. Just tell me, I’m not going to get upset or anything if it has to do with me.”
“Eh, I don’t know how to say this..” he says nervously.
“Just tell me, I’m not going to judge you, Minki.” you say trying to get him to budge.
“Okay, okay” he says giving in. “It’s just that….” he takes a pause to find the right words. “You. I have been feeling so bad. You are giving up a lot for me. You can have some boyfriend that you can call and ask to meet up with at anytime or can go out in public with so easily or be able to show off to your friends. You can have a normal relationship. But here I am, instead of taking advantage of it, I feel like I’m ignoring you since I haven’t been hanging out with you. Like I’m missing chances that I should be taking.” he says and sighs.
“It’s okay Minki. Don’t worry about it. I understand the situation. Besides there’s a reason I’m with you. It’s because you’re the one that I really got to know and ended up really liking…. I really like you Minki. Don’t forget.” you tell him reassuringly.
“I know, I know.” he says. “But I’m happy to hear that because even if you aren’t ready to say it back, I’m ready to tell you this.”
“I love you,” he says for the first time with a smile.
|dollynwe: Yayy in that case could I request when you say I love you for the first time for nu'est as a whole group. If you'd rather only write for one member then I choose Ren||
alrighty, will do. :)
|juicy-red: I lover every word of American Wedding :3||
Thanks so much. (＾◇＾）Tbh I wrote it in six drafts on my cellphone at like 11 pm and had it edited by the next day. I just really wanted to write something aesthetically pleasing, and I’m glad you liked it.
Note: What’s that you say? Original titles? HAHAHAHAcrying okay anyway here we are guys. *high school musical the boys are back playing in the distance* And I’m telling you, this time, I’m sticking around okay? I’m gonna write stuff, and it’s going to be good. Yeah. Flood me with requests. Oh yeah and here’s the reason this story exists: (x)
You had an American wedding. They don’t last too much, but you were so in love. Just two teenagers trying to figure out how to exist in a world so big you could get lost if you didn’t have someone to hold on to.
You remember the way he had knocked on your window late one night with a flask in one hand and car keys in the other.
“Come with me,” he whispered, trying hard not to wake up your parents. And you went with him, just like that, because that’s what you always did. When he got that look in his eyes, you knew there wasn’t anything you could do to stop him from chasing whatever it was.
“Where are we going?” you asked once you were in the front seat. He grinned and kissed you with vodka-stained lips.
“We’re going to get married,” he said and handed you a little vending machine ring, plastic painted silver with a shiny pink heart on the front. Your stomach clenched and your pulse started racing.
“Are you…are you serious?”
“You think I’m joking with a ring like that?” he asked, only half kidding.
You laughed, dizzy with fear, and didn’t respond.
“So,” he said, turning to start the ignition, “will you? Will you marry me?”
And then he turned to look at you dead on and those eyes, how could you say no?
“Yes,” you whispered, heart pounding as you reached for the flask and took one long continuous drink until he took it from you and drained the rest.
He hit the gas and you drove out of the city, leaving behind your childhood home in a cloud of dust. You continued on for days in a state of semi-consciousness and intoxication under skies from every state. You drove through mountains, across deserts, along coasts, inhaling all thirty-one flavors of sunset.
And then one day the green signs started to show up.
Las Vegas: 300 miles
Did your parents know you were gone?
Las Vegas: 250 miles
Did they even care?
Las Vegas: 100 miles
Would this really last?
You stopped yourself right there. Those were questions that you didn’t want the answers to. You stopped checking the mile count. Real life couldn’t touch you now that you were living on the road and under cheap motel sheets. You spent the days in a sunny, dazed euphoria, and your nights figuring out how far was just far enough to keep your purity ring on.
You kept driving. As more and more billboards began to dot the desert landscape, your drunken and diluted panic began to slowly rise to the surface. For several days somewhere in between the desert and the city you were unable to completely lose consciousness at night. He did alright with the help of a little cheap liquor and a cigarette or two or three. You didn’t mind, as long as he held you close and you could still smell his cologne over all that.
The last night before you arrived in the city, you remember standing on the motel balcony with one of his cigarettes between your teeth and a hot pink Nevada sunset at your feet, twirling that little plastic ring around your finger. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
A million yes’s and a million no’s immediately jockeyed to be said first, each with their own specific reasons attached. Yes, I adore you. No, I’m going to hurt you. Yes, I want a future with you. No, I’m not ready. I’m still just a kid.
“Of course,” you whispered, and he looked up at you with that same look in his eyes as he had the first time you met, forever ago on a train that had long since stopped running somewhere in New York. And oh, you must’ve made the right choice because your heart was pounding and you wanted to take him right then and there on the motel balcony. You went to sleep that night burning alive and in a separate bed, the twin you thought you’d have enough self-control to not use.
You reached the city by twilight the next day. He asked you to pick a chapel, any chapel on the map, and you chose one called Chapel of the Angels. You walked down the aisle decorated with its elaborate neon crucifixes in a pure white dress, holding a bouquet of synthetic flowers. This was it, the moment you’d driven days for. Just nights ago you thought you’d never leave your hometown and now here you were, in the city of lust and bright lights. No place for children.
You didn’t waste time getting back to the motel. He nearly crashed the car in his haste and you had his shirt unbuttoned by the time you were through the door. Somewhere between the floor and the kitchen counter he asked with shaking breaths if it was worth the wait and no, it was just as good now as it would’ve been last night but you figured at least now you wouldn’t go to hell for it so you gasped back that it was. By the end of the night, just a few hours before dawn, you passed out in his arms and he told you that he loved you. And god, you must’ve loved him too, right? You cared about him and this night had been the best of your life and you were married, for god’s sake.
“I love you too,” you whispered back, “and I’m scared. Where do we go now that we don’t have a home?”
“I don’t know.” He let out a heavy sigh, but you could tell that he was still up in the clouds. “Let’s figure it out in the morning.”
But the morning never came.
It was just an American wedding. They don’t mean too much, and they don’t last enough. That’s why when you left him behind in that motel bed, sound asleep and dreaming, you took your ring with you.
|dollynwe: Are you willing to do nu'est scenarios? If yes could I please request one||
Of course. :) Go right ahead. :)
|Anonymous: I want to thank you for writing "Why I Loved". The emotions in your story echo what I feel in my heart today. I went to visit my best friend who died nine months ago. Even though there was no romance between us the feelings rang so true that I cried again. I feel really relieved to read something so similar. It feels like my sorrow has been acknowledged. Really thank you so much.||
Awwww, I’m very sorry for your lost anon. I’m happy that you were able to find the story though and find more in it. Don’t thank me, I thank you. Thank you for reading and sharing how you felt. Really. Thank you. :)
|Anonymous: Where's your comeback? :(||
HAHAHAHAHA. i was wondering the same thing. i know ciel finished Crackerjack so i’ve been waiting for her to post that. BUT while we’re waiting does anybody have any requests? make it easier, just answer these few questions:
-if so what pairing?
-chaptered? one shot?
-with “you” as the main character
-or do you have a name?
-with what member of a group or members?
-again chaptered? one shot?
yeah so suggestions welcome because if not, then i don’t have anything really.
So, I think we’re going to try and start to post again. SO this is basically just an announcement to expect new stories. Except we’re going to try and start fresh, so were going to basically disregard everything, but were not going to like delete the old stories or anything like that just starting new.
With that said hello again! We hope to be able to get you guys more involved somehow, so just look out for us soon here.