"Girl." Tamar while giving you a pitiful look. "Don't." you hurriedly demanded, not wanting her nagging to sour your mood. "We're friends. That's it."  

my first scenario :)

"You're last on my list. What do you want?" "Don't buy me anything."

Yongguk shot his hand out and grabbed your arm to stop you. "Wait, what about this weekend?" He nodded at his girlfriend. "We're going to the movie. How about you join us? It'll be like old times." You swallowed as a knot grew in your stomach but you kept the fake smile on your face. "I... uh... wish I could but I have so much work to do and a book report and I'm just so far behind."

"Why are you out here anyways?" "Wanted to make sure you were settled in. See if you needed anything." Yongguk replied. "You could have just called." He opened his mouth but didn't say anything as a pink tinge formed on his face. Did he feel the same about you? Your heart pounded in your chest at the possibility. Then your heart stopped as you heard a noise in the distance. A howl.

"Well... it's about your daughter. Come here Micha." A small girl slowly stepped in to the doorway and stood very close to the woman's leg. She stared up at him with wide eyes and Himchan stared back at her in much the same way.

"Now what's a pretty thing like you, doing in a place like this?" he teasingly asked as he slid in to the booth. You lifted your head and gave him a half-hearted smile. "Stop." Frowning, he instantly knew something wasn't right.

"Surprise!" Woohyun exclaimed and swept his hand over the food. "It's your birthday dinner." "Oh." Then you brightly smiled. "You're going to cook for me." "No." he said as a smirk formed on his face. "You are going to cook."

Yongguk hates fancy events. Even the ones you dragged him to. He would much rather it be the two of you in a room together, without anyone else. Not trying to find you in a sea of people while drinking his glass of champagne.

"Beautiful." he quietly stated with a soft smile. Feeling your face heat up, you swallowed once more. "Uh... th-thanks." That's when you noticed how close the two of you were standing to each other and you awkwardly took a step back.

'I finally did it. I confronted him about the lies and the late nights. He started yelling at me. Stuff about not trusting him like usual.' He gaped at his phone, not sure of what to make of the message. It was definitely sent to him by accident. Hitting the reply button, he began to type back that the person had the wrong number. Before he could finish though, another message came through.