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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Hi! An idea (if you haven't already done it) of the rfa + saeran, v and vanderwood reacting to an mc who doesn't have a good relationship with her father, stepmother and (Maybe quite childish) 1 year younger stepsister?

(Maybe due to the being rude and making comments about mc and the mystic messenger characters relationship?)

And mc gets in a fight with her dad at a family dinner over comments they both make or how they act towards her and [mystic messenger character]?

I know it's specific sorry for all the writing. I hope it makes sense! I love your writing for the mystic messenger characters <3

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who has a bad relationship with her father and step family

TW!! Mention of family issues, bad family relationships

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Jumin

Your husband knew what you thought of your family, especially about your step-sister who was, although, only six months younger, kind of childish.

He remembered the wedding way all too well.

Despite you telling him that you didn’t want anyone from your family, your father, and his wife to be an inclusive child on your special day, Jumin thought you would regret your decision one day.

But as it turns out, he was the one who regretted everything.

You ended up crying in a corner. Jaehee was trying to comfort you while a bodyguard had to hold back Zen from punching your father.

Jumin, who was attacked by your family first, was bad-mouthed, then you were put in the role of smut and at some point, Zen couldn’t hold his anger anymore.

Jumin was more than happy that his friends, even his father, quickly tried to soothe the situation.

This, however, left a huge scar.

Right now you and Jumin were on your way to your father’s home.

Two years after not speaking to each other, you thought that you should try to get things together. After all, you were expecting a child.

But Jumin promised himself that in any stress-related situation that would happen, he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you away.

,,Mom! I want to sit next to Oppa~’’ your sister whined.

You rolled your eyes and just sat down next to your husband, ignoring your sister and the death glare your father gave you.

,,You can never behave, can you?’’ he hissed.

,,No, I indeed can’t. I can’t let go of my husband, especially not in the house of the tiger,’’ you hissed back.

,,Guess he does you well,’’ your step-mother laughed.

,,DAD!’’ you hissed at the woman’s comment.

Jumin was rubbing your hand, he was holding back for you. You begged him.

But the next time they would say anything, he would snap.

The lunch went on with an unpleasant atmosphere.

You barely touched your food as your stepmother made sure to prepare every dish in the world you were allergic to.

But it was always like that and to know this made Jumin’s heart ache.

But then Jumin saw black. ,,Is the child even his? Are you sure you didn’t marry him for money? I don’t believe that a woman like you can ever be a parent,’’ your father said.

This hurt, especially because Jumin knew just how self-conscious you were.

With his cold face, Jumin stood up, and before a single tear could even slip from your wonderful eyes, he took your hand. ,,We tried, we gave our best, but we realize now that this is impossible. Mc, my love, your time, nerves, and happiness is too precious to try talking to them. If you allow me to, I would gladly bring you out to eat with my father instead,’’ Jumin said, glaring at yours.

,,Jumin, as of today, the only father I have is yours,’’ you said, not looking at your father.

With that, hand on your swollen belly, the two of you left.

And despite the ride being a rollercoaster of emotions, Jumin hugged you and kissed you until you calmed down.

Zen

The withe haired man always thought that his family was toxic and that he was the only one who had to go through so many hardships.

At that time, Zen still didn’t know what your family was like.

Your mother died when you were young, unfortunately, and your father remarried quickly after her death.

Zen observed all those family pictures, none containing you, only your father with his new wife and her daughter.

,,They were pretty childish, and never wanted me in the pictures, not that I would have wanted one together, but I don’t have any pictures together with my father.

We didn’t even talk ever since he got remarried. I was just…a bonus,’’ you whispered so that no one could hear you.

,,The bonus maid, I mean,’’ you said, to make it clear what your task was.

You lead him upstairs to the darkest little room.

,,This was my room after they moved into our house. My step-sister wanted two rooms, one to sleep and the other one for the toys,’’ you explained. Telling him about your past made you shiver and become emotional, but you managed to keep your tears away.

Zen hugged you, his warmth giving you courage.

But the courage disappeared as soon as you were downstairs eating.

,,Did you guys forget my plate?’’ you asked annoyed, and quickly took a fresh plate.

,,You didn’t say that he would eat here,’’ your stepmom said.

,,Yuri, get up so that Zen can sit on the good chair. The two of us can’t sit on these…cubes,’’ you mumbled.

,,Noooo, mom! I live here!’’ your sister insisted.

,,Princess, don't worry,’’ he told you before he quickly acted.

Indeed, she was childish even though she was only one year younger.

The dinner went on and no one talked to you or Zen. You were basically ignored until Yuri looked towards Zen and asked him the most impossible thing.

,,How much does Mc pay you?’’

At first, the two of you thought that she meant the agency, but when none of you responded, your father kept asking.

,,I guess my daughter pays you for some actions in your fake relationship,’’ he insisted.

You were too hurt to say anything, but Zen acted. ,,I’m sorry, but what the hell are you implying? Do you really have this kind of thought when you look at your daughter?! I won’t let her stay here to hear this kind of thing!’’ he hissed.

You already had tears in your eyes when Zen grabbed your hand and went out without looking back once.

,,Hyun…Thank you,’’ you said, once you stood next to his bike.

,,Princess…I promise you, I will give you a much better family than mine or yours, I promise…we don’t need anyone’s blessing…just the two of us…’’

Yoosung

Yoosung knew the reason why your parents, better said, your father and your stepmother and your stepsister, weren’t invited to your wedding.

And he also knew the reason you always only called your father and never went to visit him.

For you, your family wasn’t your family anymore.

But honestly, it didn’t matter as Yoosung’s mother welcomed you like her own daughter and made sure that you always felt comfortable.

Although, your dead mother was a person none could ever replace.

But Yoosung’s father, despite being kind of strict, gave him a wonderful father figure.

You were once again, eating at your in-law’s place with Yoosung, when his mother suddenly brought up your family.

,,Don’t you think that they have a right to know your daughter and the son who’s on its way?’’ she asked you.

,,Mother, don’t make her do things that make her feel bad!’’ Yoosung said, feeling immediately protective of you.

You, however, placed your hand on his shaking leg and nodded in agreement.

And that’s how the three of you found yourselves in front of your old house.

A lot of emotions were brought back as you placed your hand on your moving belly.

,,We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,’’ Yoosung said. Your daughter was holding his hand.

,,It’s okay. As soon as they say something, we will go immediately,’’ you assured him.

Indeed, this was the right action.

No one welcomed you with a smile and the only thing your father could do as soon as he saw you was argue with you about why you couldn’t call before coming.

Your stepmother was only glaring at Yoosung and his daughter while Yoosung’s ,,Sister-in-law’’ was arguing with a six-year-old about the cookie she took.

When your step sister, however, pulled the cookie out of your daughter’s hand, everything was over.

,,You are… I have no words!’’ you hissed as you took your daughter in your arms.

Yoosung pulled you back as he tried to hold back his anger. ,,I am a father myself and I can’t understand how it’s possible to make a child feel so…so unwelcomed! I am happy that she at least has my family!’’ he hissed and with that the both of you left.

,,The first thing we will do now is go to Seven’s and take some Honey Buddha Chips!’’ Yoosung decided, driving far away from the house you would never ever see again.

Jaehee

Your soft lips brushed Jaehee’s lips and the two of you parted the hot kiss the both of you shared, looking deep inside each other’s eyes.

Before the both of you were actually making out, you were planning and organizing the little party you wanted to hold to make your relationship official.

It was your little, unofficial wedding.

Just for the two of you.

,,I was wondering… I know that you don’t want to invite your family, but I want to make an attempt to meet them. I want to be brave and keep going for the things I chose!’’ she said, making your heart skip a beat.

The first one the two of you were going to meet was your mother.

She was always a very supportive woman and loved your character and always tried her best to support you.

She was the only one you would have wanted to come to the party you were throwing.

Jaehee felt blessed to get to know her and honestly, your mother resembled her, something that made Jaehee feel even better.

The next stop was your father and his family.

Jaehee knew that you guys didn’t have a good relationship.

In fact, your father never forgave you for moving to your mother’s place.

As soon as the door was opened, Jaehee could sense the unhappy atmosphere.

She wasn’t welcome. No one looked at her and all you received was disgusted looks.

,,You came five minutes too late,’’ your father hissed.

,,I’m sorry, Father,’’ you sighed and took Jaehee’s coat, trying to put it away.

,,Don’t touch our things! I don’t want to become like you!’’ your step-sister whined, making gagging sounds and opening the closet for you.

Jaehee shivered.

It was even worse than at her aunt’s place.

But this was nothing.

As soon as you took your seat, you and your father began to argue.

You told him that Jaehee was your girlfriend and this was something he couldn’t accept.

Your stepmother even began to cry. ,,I knew that sending her over to her mother would make her a slut!’’ she whined.

,,FATHER! THIS IS A NO GO!’’ you screamed at him.

,,LOWER YOUR VOICE!’’ he hissed at you, knocking the knife on the table.

Jaehee was shocked but not scared and if it was necessary, she would use her judo moves.

,,You’re sick, sleeping with a woman! It’s not normal!’’ he mumbled, glaring at Jaehee.

Jaehee could see that you were trembling and she suddenly remembered your mother’s words: to protect you and take you away from him if he should ever say something against you.

At that moment, Jaehee knew what she had to do.

She took your hand, pulled you up, and smashed her lips against yours. You returned the deep kiss, making everyone else gasp and as soon as you guys parted, Jaehee smirked.

,,If we’re sick, you guys don’t even know what you’re missing,’’ she said and then she left the room with you following behind her.

Just when she was outside, she realized what she had just done, her face totally red in shame.

,,Woah! That was so cool!’’ you laughed and hugged her.

Saeyoung

,,We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you feel weird or scared, let’s just stay at home and enjoy our day,’’ your fiancé said, rubbing your arm.

However, you already decided what you wanted to do.

You didn’t get along with your father. Honestly, living with him was hell ever since he remarried and let that woman and her daughter move in.

Nonetheless, he was still your father.

You loved him, despite the pain he let you go through. Despite the nights you had to cry yourself to sleep, you loved your father.

And you wanted him to be part of your happiness, at least you wanted to try it out.

You put on your shoes and Saeyoung followed you. His hand was scratching his head as he was about to close the door, waiting for Saeran to put on his shoes.

You wanted your family to meet everyone, meaning Saeyoung and his brother.

The ride was pretty exciting. You were nervous, scared and different scenarios went through your head, along with different kinds of answers.

But whatever your father did and said while the three of you sat around the table, was beyond whatever you played out in your head.

,,Which of them is the one that bewitched my daughter? How could you be so naive? I read what this is about in the press. Do you know that you put me and your mother and sister in a difficult position?’’ your father hissed.

Something in your heart suddenly broke down.

It wasn’t that he put his safety and his new wife’s before yours.

It wasn’t the fact that he named those two people your mother and your sister, it wasn’t his mean voice, or his eyes that were always judging you.

It was the fact that this triggered Saeyoung and Saeran, your new family.

He triggered them, he didn’t respect them, and by disrespecting them, he lost respect towards you.

,,I’m even scared to go to school. Mom said I should stay at home for a few days,’’ your step-sister said, looking as if she was about to cry.

,,For God’s sake, your brain is like the brain of a donkey. Of course she lets you skip school, it’s embarrassing to see you even trying!’’ you hissed.

,,And you!’’ you pointed at your father. ,,For God’s sake, if you knew the media, I guess you didn’t understand anything or either watched the wrong show. Whatever, I won’t stay still if you go against my relationship,’’ you hissed.

,,And Sir,’’ Saeyoung said, ,,I am the one who fuck’s your daughter. This boy here is just my brother who imprisoned her in an apartment with a bomb,’’

,,SAEYOUNG, this was so - just, please let’s go out,’’ you sighed.

The day ended with Saeyoung laughing about whatever he said and you being angry at him for saying something so embarrassing.

But for Saeran’s luck, the three of you went to the best ice cream shop.

Saeran

You weren’t really worried about your father’s comments or about the childish behavior of your step-sister.

You were more worried that the words they could throw at the both of you that could trigger Saeran.

There was something even worse than you getting hurt - Saeran getting hurt.

You wanted to protect him just like he protected you and you didn’t want the person to hurt him to be your father.

No one at all, to be honest.

But this was a step you had to take.

,,I’m nervous,’’ Saeran whispered. He was holding your hand as the two of you walked towards the house.

,,I never had a father figure, you know. Sometimes I thought that a father should behave like Saeyoung in the past when we were younger or like Jumin right now, who takes such good care of us,’’ Saeran said, ,,but I am excited to see how your father will be,’’ he smiled.

You pressed your lips together and before you even rang the doorbell, you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes.

,,My father isn’t anything like your parents, but he still isn’t the father figure you imagine. I just don’t want you to get disappointed,’’ you said, making him nod.

He was holding your hand even tighter now.

A woman opened the door, who looked as if she was your age and made an odd grimace.

,,Hello to you too. The first thing you should do is to invite a person in and then tell them who you are,’’ you tried to correct your step-sister.

She just kept looking at the both of you. ,,Did you at least bring me a present?’’ she asked you, not doing what you told her.

Of course you prepared something, but not a present for her.

Your step-sister just walked away, and without hesitating, you stepped in and invited Saeran to follow you.

The wine you brought was quickly opened and almost poured completely in your father’s and step-mother’s glasses.

Saeran chose the flowers himself, for showing deep gratitude and happiness towards your family. They were just placed somewhere and not even put into a vase with water.

This hurt your feelings as Saeran’s feelings were literally destroyed.

Soon after this, you and your father began to argue. ,,Father, I am paying for mom’s grave, you can’t just decide to dissolve it!’’ you screamed with tears rolling down your cheeks as you heard your father’s words.

,,This behavior of yours is rude towards your mother,’’ he said, looking at your stepmother.

,,SHE ISN’T MY MOM!’’ you hissed.

You were panting in rage, you were so angry…and no one except Saeran understood.

Saeran decided to stand up and hold your trembling body in his arms. ,,Let’s go. We can ask Jumin to do something about the grave and just…forget these people here.’’

That’s exactly what you did and you even took Saeran’s flowers back with you.

Jihyun

,,So, this leaves the both of us without the blessing of our fathers?’’ you asked him, pressing your lips together as you had Lucy sleeping on your lap.

He nodded.

He too had a bad relationship with his father. Oddly enough, his father was never this odd towards Jumin, who wasn’t even family.

Some part of Jihyun was somehow happy to see that you, too, had the same problem.

He was sad to know that you were in pain and that your father hurt your feelings, but he knew that you also went and were still going through the same thing.

Jihyun knew that the two of you were close and whatever happened yesterday at your father’s house made you two grow even closer.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell, making Lucy open her eyes as Jihyun opened the door.

A woman who looked just like you stood in front of the door. It was your mother.

,,Hello, please come in, Mother,’’ he said, in a very friendly tone.

,,Handsome and friendly as ever, Jihyun. I’m still over the fact that my age is double yours,’’ your mother joked.

,,Mom!’’ you warned when you walked out, holding your back and lower abdomen.

,,Hello, my cute little snowball!’’ she quickly said, approaching your belly to kiss it.

You rolled your eyes as you patted her head.

You were happy that she at least supported you.

,,Now tell me, what did your father do and say, and Yuri - isn’t she just a year younger? Why is she still so childish,’’ your mother asked, holding Lucy in her arms.

You told her what happened, how your father began to argue with you, especially because you and Jihyun decided to go and take your mother’s last name and her father’s name for the boy you were giving birth to.

You also told her how childish your step sister was, arguing with Lucy and even throwing her out of her room.

Your mother nodded. ,,Well, I can understand his feelings. He realized how shitty his name is,’’ she laughed. As she said that word, she covered Lucy’s ears.

,,Don’t get worked up on that, just ignore him. I know he’s your father, but if he does any harm or stresses you and your baby, just take a break from him,’’ she said, this time in a serious tone.

You and Jihyun by now felt much better and were glad that, except for the RFA members, you had at least one person who supported you.

Vanderwood

,,Don’t worry and don’t be nervous,’’ you smiled as you helped Vanderwood with his necktie.

,,You wouldn’t be enough in my father’s eyes even if you were the president of South Korea. I was always a burden so, don’t worry about anything. It will be a shitty evening no matter what we do,’’ you told him.

,,You really know how to support someone who’s nervous, huh?’’ he smirked.

Regardless, you were right.

You and your father never had a normal conversation together so you didn’t expect much of it today either.

You and Vanderwood both went out towards his car. The ride there was probably the most comfortable thing about the whole evening.

As soon as you were seated in your seats, your step-mother began to talk about herself, ranting about her hair and how stressed she was and that you never came to help her.

You just listened to her, but deep inside you were so annoyed with her.

Your step-sister quickly joined your mother and behaved so childish that at some point, Vanderwood asked you in a whispering tone about her age.

Your father thought that this was pretty rude and began to argue with you.

Of course, you defended Vanderwood.

,,He just asked me something about the food! Stop implying something that isn’t even real!’’ you hissed.

,,You never could choose your boyfriends wisely!’’ he hissed at you, something that made you shiver.

Such mean words.

,,I always knew that she would end up as a slut, daddy,’’ your step-sister commented.

You were in rage.

,,VANDERWOOD IS MY FIRST BOYFRIEND!’’ you hissed.

,,And even if she would have been fucked by the world, I wouldn’t care,’’ Vanderwood suddenly said, making your father even angrier.

,,Sir, you were the first one who began. Your daughter is such a special person and all you can do is destroy the relationship? I’m a bit disappointed,’’

You and Vanderwood didn’t even finish the not so well cooked food and just went away and never came back.

,,So, were you really a bad girl at choosing your boyfriends?’’ Vanderwood asked you, massaging your body.

,,Yes, I made the biggest mistake with you,’’ you answered in sarcasm while the both of you shared a long, sensual kiss.

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foxyotomelady · 5 years

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It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter XI (JuminxOC/Reader)

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Jumin woke up in pain. Sleeping on the sofa turned out to be not a very good idea, but for several days he had not slept so tight. Holding Riyu in his arms, he could even sleep on the floor. The girl was still sleeping, he stroked her hair gently, not wanting to wake her up. Then, to his disappointment, his phone rang. Jumin reached out to look for it on the little table nearby. Riyu twitched, murmured something, but still did not wake up. Jumin frowned when he saw that was his father calling. He picked up, "Yes?" "Good morning, son. Has Riyu arrived safely at your home? She doesn't answer my calls." "Yes, she is with me. Safe. She probably left the phone in her room again." And now she sleeps peacefully in my arms, far away from you, He wanted to add, but he only said it in his thoughts. "She watched television late at night yesterday and fell asleep in the living room." He couldn't remember the last time he lied to his father. Maybe when he was a child? Or maybe never before?

"Is that why you whisper?" Asked the old man. "Yes, I don't want to wake her up." "I have to admit that I didn't expect you two to like each other so much..." Jumin narrowed his eyes, "Is this isn't what you wanted?" He asked coldly. "Well, I wanted you to get along, yes." "And we get along pretty well." "I understand," His father's voice also sounded harsh. "I would like to talk to you about something." "Now? I'm leaving for work soon." "Do you really think Riyu loathes my touch?" He asked as if he hadn't heard him at all.

Jumin clenched his jaw and took a deep breath through his nose. Of course you disgust her. How can you expect anything different? He thought, but said something else, "This is not the right time for such a conversation." "I was hoping to spend the last evening more intimately with her, but she looked scared as soon as I touched her." Jumin was filled with icy rage, the fingers of his hand clenched into a fist, "I'm not interested in yours... No, as you wish, I'll tell you what I think. You are stupid, father. What did you expect? That a girl so young that might be your daughter, will want any intimacy with you?" His father was silent. Jumin felt that Riyu moved under his arm, he glanced at her - she was awake. "Goodbye, father," He said sharply and hung up. How long did she listen? She was probably not pleased that he kept convincing his father that he is not at all good match for her. She must marry him, she kept saying, she must... "Jumin?" There was a concern in her voice. She reached with one hand to touch his cheek. "You look different..." He grabbed her hand hard, then pined it roughly above her head, not really sure why he did this. But he was... so mad. Riyu was looking at him in shock. "I'll do anything to stop this ridiculous marriage of you and my father, you want it or not. I'll find a way to help you, whatever the problem is, you want it or not. And whatever happens, just remember one thing. You are mine and mine only." It seemed like she was about to say something, her eyes narrowed, but he forcefully closed her lips with a strong kiss. She moaned into his mouths like she was out of her breath, but it didn't stop him - on the contrary, it encourages him even more. She arched her back beneath him, their bodies pressed against each other. Riyu whimpered when he tightened the grab of her hand, now clenching his fingers at her wrist. Their kiss deepened, her free hand was pushing at his chest, but it was so weak push, as if she wasn't sure what she wants - to stop him or not. Then he moved his lips to her neck and sucked at her skin. She moaned in great pleasure. "Ah, Jumin... Wait..." Her hand - the one in his grip - was shaking, and with the other one, she was digging her fingers in the material of his shirt. He pulled up and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her breath hot and shaky. And when she finally looked back at him, he saw... a fright in her eyes? Jumin froze, blinked... Did he really looked and behaved so differently than usually? So different that she was scared of him? He didn't want it... He didn't want her to be afraid of him, but .. he was so angry that he couldn't control it. He closed his eyes, tried in vain to calm down. "Jumin? Are you okay?" Riyu asked in a weak voice. He felt even worse. He was so rough with her that she got scared of him, but even so, she was still worried. "I'm sorry..." He whispered and kissed her forehead. "I should get ready for work and leave." He slowly released her from his arms, and when he got up and she sat down still slightly confused, he wrapped her in a blanket. "Won't you have breakfast with me?" She asked. "I don't have an appetite," In his mind's eyes there was a picture of Riyu flinching at the touch of his father and he knew he would not swallow any food.

Riyu ate breakfast alone, only with Elizabeth on her lap - and she shared tasty bites of food with her. She remembered what happened in the early morning. She was worried about the conversation Jumin had with his father. She only heard its parts and ending. Mr. Chairman, however, had to say something that extremely upset Jumin. The way he kissed her, the way he spoke to her... She had never seen him like this before. She had dealt with his anger before - at this unfortunate karaoke party for example - but this time it was something more... It wasn't just anger. She felt as if he wanted to own her. It was a bit scary, but... She bit her lip as a pleasant shiver ran down her body, down between her thighs, which she immediately clenched. She took a breath and buried her face in her hand, embarrassed by what she felt. Also, because of everything that was happening, Riyu felt miserable. She was almost angry that she let these feelings wake up between them - for they would only lead to their suffering. She didn't want and couldn't involve Jumin into all the fuss, her parents and the people they knew were too dangerous - she could only do what they wanted from her. She felt like she was suffocating - she couldn't make Jumin safe and happy at the same time, she had to choose one. And she could only try to repay his kindness with small deeds... That's how she came up with an idea. She searched the kitchen and prepared a boxed breakfast from the products she found. It was nothing special and she was afraid it wouldn't be tasty enough, as Jumin usually ate quite exclusive dishes. She informed Driver Kim that she wanted to go to Jumin's company. She dressed normally as she didn't want to wear any of the dresses that Mr. Chairman had bought her. When she reached the company, she was greeted by surprised Jaehee. "Riyu? What are you doing here?" Riyu raised the box and smiled uncertainly, "Jumin did not eat breakfast at home, so I brought it to him." Jaehee continued to look at her with eyes wide open, then nodded, "I understand. Please, follow me." Before Jaehee let her into Jumin's office, she informed him of her arrival. Then she left them alone. Jumin was no less surprised than Jaehee when Riyu entered. "I brought you breakfast," she explained and picked up the box again. "Breakfast? Riyu, I can order the dish I want, here at the office. Do you want to tell me you went all this way to bring me breakfast?" Riyu made an offended face, "You're welcome?" "I'm sorry..." Jumin rose from behind the desk. "I just..." When Jumin was looking for the right words, Riyu came up to him and handed him the box, "I made it myself, so I'm sorry if you won't like it..." "You made it for me?" Riyu chuckled, "I just said that." "No one has ever done food for me just like that..." She smiled, "And how does it feel?" Jumin looked up at her, "Really nice. I must thank you properly." Jumin put the box on the desk and took a step closer. Riyu felt her heart start beating faster. "You haven't even try it..." She whispered, looking away. "You made it for me, so I will definitely like it." Jumin grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, then gently raised her chin with his hand. "Jumin... Can we really do this?" She asked quietly, staring in his steely eyes. "You don't love my father anyway." "Yes, but... What is our relationship?" "Whatever you want it to be." She knew it was all just... wrong. That if they continue this, they will only suffer more. But when Jumin leaned down and their lips met, she couldn't help herself. Their kiss quickly became passionate, Riyu clenched her hands on his chest to somehow deal with the emotions shaking her now. Jumin pressed against her until the back of her legs came into contact with the desk. Then he embraced her and put her on it. "Just remember one thing..." Jumin said in a low voice, right next to her lips. "You're mine." She didn't answer, she just grabbed his tie and pulled him down. This time the kiss almost took her breath, she moaned, and with her free hand leaned on the desk behind her - accidentally pushing some documents on the floor. Jumin's hands fell on her hips, he pulled the bottom of her body to him, and she wrapped her legs around him. Jumin growled, not interrupting their ardent kiss, as she brushed against his crotch. The sweet warmth arose between her thighs again... Suddenly, the office door opened. Riyu managed to only withdraw her head from Jumin’s, but they both remained in an unequivocal position. "Mr. Han, I have some documents to sign-" Jaehee froze as she looked up from the documents and fixed her gaze on them. "O-oh..." Riyu realized she was still holding Jumin by his tie. She quickly loosened her grip and remembered equally quickly that no one but Zen knew about her feelings for Jumin. And certainly, no one, not even Zen, knew what was happening between the two of them. Jumin stepped back from her, composed as always and she slipped off the desk. "Leave the documents here, Assistant Kang," He said, adjusting his cuffs. "I'll deal with it later." Jaehee stared at the floor as she quickly approached the desk and laid the pile of documents on it. "Jaehee, it's not what you think, I..." Riyu wanted to say something that would fix this situation, but there was obviously nothing that could convince Jaehee it was simply a misunderstanding. The short-haired woman left the office in a hurry without looking back and closed the door behind her. Riyu felt that standing there, shocked, she was starting to turn red. Jumin chuckled under his breath. She blinked and looked at him sideways, "This is not funny!" "But you surely look cute when blushing," He said an kissed her, surprisingly gently, at the top of her head. Riyu buried her face in her hands, "God! What does she have to think about me now?" "About us," Jumin corrected her. "But does it really matter?"

A day passed from this awkward event. At that time, V finally decided when the party would take place. They had two weeks to prepare. Riyu took care of sending date information to all the guests she had messaged with so far. She spent the whole morning on this, and when she finished, she logged in the chat room to tell others. [Riyu has entered the chat room] Zen: Riyu! You haven't logged in for a while. Riyu: Well... I didn't get a chance to tell anyone but... Riyu: Mr. Chairman came back for a few days and I had to spend that time with him. Zen: I see... [Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room] Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han didn't tell me his father was back. Jaehee Kang: but now I understand why he was so devastated. Jaehee Kang: At least I think I understand... Zen: Um ;;; Riyu: A-anyways! Riyu: I informed all the guests about when the party takes place. Zen: So it's official! Zen: We're having a party again~!

Zen: Riyu, can I talk to you over the phone for a minute? Riyu: Sure? [Zen has left the chat room] Wondering what this might be about, Riyu waited for Zen to call her. "Yes?" She asked after she picked up. "Riyu... Does Jaehee know something I don't know? I don't want to be nosy... But I'm just freaking out now..." Riyu felt her cheeks getting hotter, "I don't know if you want to hear it, Zen..." "Argh~! When you say that, I'm even more worried." Riyu began to curl a strap of hair around her finger, "Well... Jumin and I... We..." She took a deep breath. "Jaehee caught us in the office while we... Um..." "WHAT? What do you mean she caught us? What were you two doing?! In the freaking office?!" "Zen, calm down!" Her whole face was burning now. "We didn't do... not what you think, okay? We were just... kissing." She mumbled the last word, embarrassed. Zen made a strange sound, "God, you were right, I didn't want to hear it!" "I hope Jaehee... No, I know her. She's not that kind of person who would tell Mr. Chairman about us." Zen was quiet for a moment, "So you are still determined to marry this old guy?" "I have to, Zen. You know why." "I know I won't convince you... But I still think you should tell others. Maybe together we could somehow help you." Riyu shook her head instinctively, "It's too dangerous. I don't want to risk either Jumin's or any of your lives." She did not tell Zen everything, but she had already explained to him that her parents are in contact with very dangerous people and would not hesitate to reach for their services if only she tries to rebel. "Argh~! It's really hard for me - to know all this, to know in what a nasty situation you are and not to be able to help you in any way. You must know that I can barely resist telling others." "I'm sorry, Zen. I'm sorry I burdened you with this knowledge." "No, no, don't apologize. It's good that you told me. You can't be alone with all this."

Jumin was just reviewing the latest reports and signing documents when Jaehee entered his office. "You really should remember to knock, Assistant Kang. Then we would avoid situations like the last one," He said without looking up at her. Jaehee cleared her throat, "Yes, I'm sorry." Fortunately, she could still behave professionally, never once commented on the last situation. "I informed Mr. Chairman about the date of the party." Jumin froze. Now he looked at her, "What?" Jaehee adjusted her glasses, "Mr. Han, before we set the date, you told me that when we did, I should inform your father." In fact, he remembered now. He wanted his father to attend the party if he could manage time for it. It was the first party RFA f organized by a long time, which is why he cared about his presence. At the time, there wasn't all this complicated situation between him and Riyu. "Mr. Han," Jaehee started, "I know I shouldn't interfere, but... You don't want Mr. Chairman to come to the party because of Riyu, am I right?" Jumin frowned. And that was the end of her professionalism, "Yes," He answered shortly. Jaehee looked away, "This... thing between you two... Is this serious, sir?" "Yes." His assistant blinked as if she was extremely surprised. As if she expected a completely different answer. Suddenly Jumin began to worry if Riyu thinking the same way he did. Did he not tell her that their relationship could be anything she wanted? Now he was beginning to understand that he did not want it to be just anything…

#Is it just me or Jaehee always ends up in this kind of situations in my fics?#sorry jaehee #angst #fanfiction #mysme fanfic #mystic mesenger #jumin x oc #jumin han x oc #jaehee kang #jumin x reader #jumin han x reader #jumin #jumin han #zen

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mysmegrace · 3 years

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can i please request rfa with mc who has constant stomach , head and back pain thanks to stress / anxiety please ?

of course~ i'm kinda going through something similar ha... classes are scheduled to start again soon and my anxiety always spikes worse than it does regularly.

RFA with an MC who has Constant Stomach, Head, and Back Pain Due to Anxiety/Stress

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yoosung kim:

your entire day had been a nightmare.

from participating in classes and working a part time job, you were worn out.

honestly, you felt quite sick.

you hadn’t noticed how much your body was aching until you had finally arrived home.

aiming for your bed, you wasted no time in unpacking before landing straight into your pillows.

the stress and anxiety the day gave you has now left you barely awake, small groans of pain leaving your mouth.

some higher power had given you the gift of sleep for no more than an hour before you were awoken by a phone call.

of course saeyoung would mess with you after he’d seen you on the cctvs walking home exhausted.

yet to your shock, it was yoosung.

you could’ve sworn he told you earlier that he had to study this hour.

quickly composing yourself the best you could, you answered to be greeted with a whined hi.

“hi yoosung” you responded, thinking you had masked your tired state well enough.

but you had always been a poor actor after all.

he paused, before asking “are you okay?”

in this state, you couldn’t be bothered to lie to him, getting into some kind of debate over your wellbeing.

“i’m just... exhausted. my entire body is aching” you admitted.

hearing a small sigh through the other end of the phone, you were about say your goodbyes for the night before he responded, “how come princess”.

his tone matched your upset one, yet with a hint of sympathy added on.

you sighed, responding “i’ve had an exhausting day, it’s taken a tole on me”.

he had to stop, thinking of the best ways to comfort you.

after a few seconds of no response, you continued “sorry yoosung, but i just want to rest right now”.

quickly, he snapped out of his thought process, not realizing the silence he had been giving you.

“that’s alright, please sleep well” he said, before hearing the sound of you hanging up the phone.

once you had come to your senses the following day, you noticed something was off.

french toast wasn’t something that spread in the air often in your apartment.

yet your suspicions were cut short as yoosung came around the corner, noticing your awakened state.

shocked, you began to sit up before being pushed back down, completely caught off guard.

“no work for you today lady, you just rest” he said, before running back out to the kitchen, bringing back a plate of french toast seconds later.

you couldn’t help but smile, yet a question popped up in your mind.

“wait, how am i going to eat this if i can’t sit up” you asked.

“easy, i’ll feed you”, problem solved.

hyun ryu / zen:

boarding the bus with zen, the first thing that caught your attention was the sheer compacity inside.

you two were only planning to take the bus 10 minutes to a new cafe that opened in town.

it was the perfect day to do so.

you and zen had off work, the weather was great, and it wasn’t predicted to be busy.

taking hold of the first railing you could find, keeping zen’s hand in your grip, you couldn’t help but to start getting overwhelmed.

there were so many people looking at you as you got on, and now you were stuck between a bunch of strangers looking you up and down with nothing else to do.

you felt your stomach start to turn, you knew this feeling well.

if you didn’t get off soon, you’d be sick and start crying with everything going on.

8 minutes in, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you had tried to get through by zoning out and thinking about other things, yet nothing was in your favour.

you were terrified, and now physically ill.

mentally preparing yourself, you pulled the string, your hand cutting between two heads of people you’d never seen before.

who knows if they were judging you?

that thought didn’t help a thing.

the bus came to a stop within the next few seconds, and you pulled zen’s hand tightly, practically pulling him off the bus.

“babe, we get off up there” he said, pointing north as the bus had taken off again.

you couldn’t handle a conversation with him right now, you needed to find a washroom.

taking notice of a camp-like washroom set up alongside the park a few steps away, you rushed off.

zen chased you in shock, attempting to grab a hold of your arm, to which you flicked him off of several times before reaching the area.

now he was stuck, not being able to go farther once you dashed into the ladies room.

he stood in a ball of confusion and worry.

you hadn’t acted like this before.

while inside the washroom, you locked yourself in the stall to the back, attempting to collect yourself.

once you came to the realization that your strategy wasn’t working, you just let it all out.

you felt like shit.

god, you had ruined the entire day with zen, embarrassed the two of you, and now you had made yourself physically sick.

you stayed in there for 15 minutes, simply balling your eyes out before deciding to go out and talk to him.

seeing you emerge from the washroom door, he took the best approach he imagined, pulling you into a tight hug as his eyes came across your redden face.

“i’m sorry” you muttered out, your face pressed against his chest.

quickly, he responds “it’s okay jagi, please tell me why you’re so upset”, comforting you with the tone of his voice, making you ease up a touch.

“i, there were so many people on the bus. i got sick, i was so anxious” you let out.

you knew how accepting your boyfriend was, which was why you weren’t shocked by the comforting words he spoke next.

“shhh, i get it, don’t cry”, pulling back a bit to clear the hair from your face.

he continued, saying “do you need anything? some medicine, drink?”

you shook your head, saying “no, i just need to calm myself down for a bit”.

“of course” he said, holding you until you said you were okay again not too long after.

jaehee kang:

“ugh” you let out, walking past jaehee with a throbbing pain in your head.

the cafe was making you unbelievably stressed, it was nothing like you’d ever experienced.

stress was a major downside to your cafes growing popularity, though you didn’t expect it.

little to your knowledge, jaehee heard ur groan, getting away from the counter for a spilt second.

“hm?” she said, before continuing “are you okay mc?”

“i just...” you paused, thinking of your next words.

you didn’t want to lie to her, but you didn’t want to make her worried on top of the already stressful situation.

“my head just hurts” you said, hoping to pass it off as a simple headache.

“are you alright? when did it start?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.

these pains were nothing new to you, but they got worse each and every time.

you had no energy to lie at this point, you were already done in by the day.

“the stress is getting to me, my head always aches when these things happen” you answered.

you could see her facial expression pause, as if she was deep in thought.

yet the expression changed within the minute as she responded “please go home, take the day off”.

you were blown away.

of course you didn’t want to leave jaehee alone, but you knew you couldn’t carry on like this for long.

you quickly argued “i can’t do that, you’ll be left with the stress alone”.

she gave a small smile, glancing at the clock, before responding “thank you for worrying, but i’ll be alright. there’s only an hour before closing and i can tell how bad this is effecting you”.

hence why with hesitation, you took her up on the offer.

you gathered your stuff up to leave, and went on autopilot, waking up the next day covered in warm blankets.

you couldn’t remember a thing after leaving, but you could feel how calm your body became with a bit of stress relief.

and you made sure to give jaehee your biggest thanks the next day.

jumin han:

you had started your new business over the summer.

and being the wife of c&r’s chariman-to-be, naturally people were intrigued.

many were incredibly supportive, although the occasional rumours surfaced from time to time.

crazy ideas you wouldn’t have been able to think of yourself.

suddenly you were the daughter of a president aboard, you and jumin weren’t actually married, and you only used jumin to fund and grow your business.

all completely foolish, never lasting more than a week.

however, this time around was different.

you had woken up to articles suggesting you were having an affair on your husband with your father in law, and that you had been using company profit for your own benefit.

how they came to these conclusions was beyond you, but you let it slide for now thinking it would only last a few days.

certainly nobody would believe this, there was no evidence brought forward and nothing you did had ever hinted towards these claims.

but that wasn’t the case this time.

one week went by and nothing changed.

two weeks went by and you noticed that the rumours had only increased and more was being added to the story.

now three weeks had passed, and things were only getting worse.

you had started getting emails about the rumours and sponsors had started pulling out to stay safe.

not only was it getting to you in a business sense, but your body had become ridden with stress and anxiety.

you woke up everyday in an upset mood, the first thing you noticed after coming to your senses was the back throughout your entire body.

though today it was focused in your abdomen.

this morning was no different from the previous few.

except jumin had stayed home from work for elizabeth the thirds yearly checkup.

he was the overreactive father to his cat daughter.

when he returned home with the news of elizabeths pristine health, he was met with your sleeping figure.

it was something out of the ordinary as you were usually awake at 6am.

yet it was 10am and he was standing beside your sleeping state.

remembering you had work, he shook you with ease to wake you up.

watching as you slowly opened your eyes, and within a snap you jumped up from the position you were lying in.

“what time is it?” you asked your husband frantically.

his eyes widen, slowly answered “it’s 10am, are you alright love?”

you wanted to cry.

you had woken up earlier at your usual time to an upset stomach, took some medication to ease your nerves, and laid down on your phone for a bit.

falling asleep wasn’t the plan.

“i didn’t mean to fall asleep, i need to-” you said, finding yourself in sobs midway through.

you couldn’t continue.

the tears fell uncontrollably, all the stress and worries coming out.

and jumin was at a loss for words.

yet he went to embrace you, calming you down through little words of endearment.

when you were finally calm enough to communicate, he asked “what’s going on?”

you let it all out, though you wanted to hide it from him earlier, you were desperate for things to subside at this point.

“there are all these rumours that have been going around for weeks, stuff about me getting with your father, using profit for myself, and using your entire family for exposure.”

you inhaled, being continuing “i thought they would end, but they keep going on and now it’s effecting my business. i just want it to stop”.

you stopped yourself from breaking down again, quickly composing yourself.

jumin paused, unsure of what to say.

hearing your sobs shattered his heart.

there were so many questions he needed answered, where would he even begin.

thinking for a bit, he asked “why didn’t you tell me earlier? it pains me to see you in tears”.

looking up to meet his eyes, you answered “i didn’t want you to worry”.

you knew it wasn’t an excuse he’d take seriously, but you were honest.

“your wellbeing comes before me, do not worry about my state”.

he had told you that since the day you became a couple.

adding onto that, he said “you’re staying home today. get some rest and i’ll take care of everything”.

you couldn’t argue, and part of you felt relieved getting it off your shoulders.

doing as he asked, you fell asleep again, napping like a baby.

you woke up again sometime around noon, immediately looking through your phone.

a new article caught your eye.

“Chairman Han denies all rumours involving MC and the upcoming business” it read.

you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you found comfort in the fact that it was finally thrown out of the water.

and within the next few days, you noticed your mood return to normalcy along with your body.

the stomach aches, headaches, and back pain disappeared.

you had learned your lesson, and didn’t hide your worries from then on.

saeyoung choi:

you dragged saeyoung out of the house for the night.

being the hard task that it was, you were understandably tired.

but you wouldn’t let that stop the night in front of you from being a success.

you had planned a special date to the movies in celebration of your birthday.

it was a movie you had wanted to see since it came out a year prior.

you were expecting to leave in a scared state of mind due to the movies horror nature.

what you weren’t expecting was the compacity of the movie theatre.

you wouldn’t be quick to admit it, but the sheer look of things frightened you.

it shouldn’t have been that hard to sit down and stare at a screen.

but all your attention was taken off of the movie, now directed at the people around you.

were they looking at you funny?

did you have something on your face?

were they judging you?

these questions wouldn’t leave your mind.

though you made multiple internal attempts to stop it, they just kept coming.

eventually it got too much, the nerves overwhelmed you, and you felt your stomach become physically ill.

you were gonna be sick, you thought.

turning to whisper to saeyoung, excusing yourself from the movie, you left to the washroom.

there were people in the ladies room as well, but they eventually left one by one.

you hung your head over the toilet seat, just waiting for your body to give in.

it was probably best to hide out in the stall for the remainder of the movie, you figured.

and that you tried to do, until saeyoung became suspicious and started looking for you 20 minutes later.

after searching the halls, the only reasonable conclusion left was that you were in the washroom.

he became worried that you were ill and needed help.

hence why he stood outside the door, yelling your name inside.

it caught you off guard, you weren’t ready to face him yet and have an excuse prepared.

though you didn’t have long to stay in your thoughts for long once he yelled your name out again.

leaving your safe area for the foreseeable future, you hesitantly went outside.

the red lining your eyes and your skin beginning to pale was the first thing that came to his attention as you met him outside.

“are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fright.

“my stomach hurts” you answered, while not technically lying.

you didn’t want to come across as ruining the night by your own fear.

“i’m sorry” you let out, the guilt getting to you.

he hugged you, saying “don’t apologize, please, we’ll go home”.

he didn‘t know exactly why you became sick, but he knew better than to keep you in public while being so sick.

once you arrived home, he asked “did you catch something?” caressing your leg as you sat beside him in the parked car.

“umm” you thought for a second, “i think so”.

he looked you dead in the eye, a full minute passing by, before responding “you’re not a very good liar”.

you looked at him in confusion, trying to pass your lie off as reality.

“please, tell me the truth” he pleaded.

now you were hurting him, you thought.

your lies were too see-through to continue with this, hence why you fessed up.

“my anxiety got the best of me, there were too many people there, it made me sick” you confessed.

you felt the comfort of a hand on your shoulder within a second, feeling shitty for ending your date early.

“i understand” he said, continuing “we can have an even better night at home instead”.

you smiled, glad to see him okay with the current situation.

“of course, thank you” you said.

the rest of the night was full of sweets and cuddles, watching a fluffy drama on the tv.

you fell asleep on the couch together, awoken by saeran the next morning wanting to sit down within saeyoungs foot in his lap.

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20:00 AST - 09/06/21

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bloodpacks-archive · 3 years

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ENGAGEMENT RINGS OF THE RFA (+V AND SAERAN)

first we have zen’s ring - the biggest thing for zen is waiting. he doesn’t want to get engaged until he’s financially stable enough to give the mc something that she really deserves. it won’t be anything crazy expensive, but it certainly won’t be cheap either. his proposal is also incredibly public. almost embarrassingly so. it’s almost certainly after one of his shows (if he plays his cards right, it’s the most successful one yet) and he makes a big announcement and pulls her up on stage. the engagement ring is red and silver because... well i think that one’s obvious. every time the mc looks at it, she’ll be reminded of his red eyes and white (or in this case, silver) hair.

next is yoosung’s ring - he doesn’t propose until after he’s graduated college and has a job lined up. at this point, he feels like he finally has his life together and he really wants the mc to be there with him for the rest of it. he spends probably too much of the ring, let’s be honest. he doesn’t have the greatest fashion taste in the world and some part of him thinks big pretty diamond = i love my wife. he also sees one of those proposals where they put it in a dessert and he decides then that he’s definitely going to do that. takes the mc out to a really nice restaurant and all, and puts the ring in this really nice cake with the help of the staff, and then starts losing his mind because he’s afraid she’s going to accidentally eat it. mainly because he realizes at that exact moment that he would definitely accidentally put the ring in his mouth if he was in her situation. but no worries! she finds the ring and all goes well.

jaehee’s cute little ring ^^ - it’s so dainty and sweet, and it’s so perfectly jaehee. neither her nor the mc are big on really outlandish or dramatic jewelry (or anything, for that matter) so this ring ends up being really perfect for them. jaehee’s proposal was hardly a proposal. after working at the bakery one night, she took a moment to lean back on the counter and watch as the mc cleaned up the last of their workspace. she’d probably been thinking about it for a while, and then the question just kind of came out. it was as much of a shock to her as it was to the mc, but it was a happy one at that. as soon as they have the free time, they go out to find their engagement rings together.

jumin han’s ridiculous ring - sapphire. he loves the rich color of the ring and he thinks it looks great on her. it is heart wrenchingly professional but in a way that definitely makes it clear who she’s engaged to. obviously, we know when jumin’s engagement happens, but here’s the thing. this is definitely not the ring he would’ve picked out on his own. if it was his choice, it would be even more ridiculous (though still custom made). if there’s a certain ring that the mc wants, she has to casually mention it on like day 3 and he’ll write that down to have it made should the need arise (and it does, christ it does). but honestly, he’s really sweet about the engagement ring. I’ve mentioned this before, but he loves whenever she wears it. he really likes to lightly twist it around her finger whenever he holds her hand because he loves the reminder that she’s his. he takes some guiding into the correct direction, but once he gets it, he falls in love with it.

everyone look at saeyoung’s ring - something so deep in my bones tells me that saeyoung is either a “we’re engaged for the rest of eternity” or “we can elope but please don’t call me husband that sounds old and formal” kind of guy. so he ends up getting this really sweet ring that might not be a very traditional engagement ring, but it’s something that they both really liked and it means a lot to both him and the mc. similar to jaehee, he doesn’t propose in the formal sense of the term. honestly, it happens really late one night in bed. they’ve moved out of the bunker because he finally feels safe enough to do that (though he never really lets go of his security system) and he kind of just decides on it. they’ve been laying in bed together and talking for a while, and he plays with her fingers while he speaks, and he’s shaking a bit while he thinks about it. honestly, he’s thought about this for a long time—played with the idea for at least a few months, even got a ring just in case the time felt right. he doesn’t want anything big, he doubts she would either, and he realizes that the time feels right. he whispers the question in her ears while his hands fall over her sides and down her arms, her reply bitten by sweet laughter.

oh god jihyun kim’s ring - he’s really not one to spend a lot of money on things, but his engagement ring is really something that’s important to him. he wants this to be special, so he gets an opal engagement ring. it’s sweet and artistic and something that he really falls in love with. he loves how it looks against her skin and falls in love with the way it feels whenever his fingers brush against hers. the mc, ever sweet to jihyun, actually ends up giving him an engagement ring of his own. she says that he deserves something as beautiful as he gave her, and though he’ll never believe her, he loves and accepts the ring. it’s a similar one to the one he gave her, but the jewels are embedded into a much simpler ring. unfortunately, his work prevents him from wearing his ring on his hand most of the time, so instead he gets a really thin and dainty necklace chain and wears the ring around his neck. it’s always under his clothes so he can feel the cool jewelry against his skin, but also so that it’s always close to his heart. also similarly to saeyoung, he ends up proposing in private. though i find it more likely that he’d do it on like a really secluded beach or maybe in a little clearing in a forest he likes to go to for pictures. it’s sweet and he gets down on one knee but he doesn’t even have to say anything before he’s being pulled into a kiss.

beautiful saeran’s ring - this is going to take. a while to happen. like, probably a good few years before he’s comfortable with this. i think that love was something that he kind of dreamed of when he was a kid to escape the environment of his household for a while, but it’s always seemed so far away so it takes him a long time to realize that the mc really isn’t going anywhere and that he doesn’t even want her to. when he does finally get comfortable, he takes a lot of time to look for rings and find one that he really likes. he chooses this one because it reminds him of nature and he likes the way it twists and how small and sweet it is. his proposal is definitely a nervous one. he turns red when the mc walks into the garden with him and he worries that this might be the final time she can say no. but she doesn’t, never would to him, and proudly wears his sweet little ring.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #v mystic messenger #saeran choi

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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pairing: jumin x mc

tags/warnings: canon divergence from episode three of the jumin bad ending dlc, mentions of parental abuse, fix-it fic, happy ending, fluff.

summary: your late night conversation with jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario.

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"When I was young, I had no idea such sweetness could exist. That love could be so heart-warming and good.”

Jumin’s eyes are tired and I feel a pang of guilt for waking him up. There’s a raw vulnerability in his eyes I haven’t seen since we lived at the penthouse and I’m scared the tiniest move or word from my part could shatter him in pieces. His hand is resting on my waist and I feel his muscles tighten in yearning as he speaks, almost as if he’s scared I’ll disappear.

“You said you had bad memories around your basement. Can you tell me about them?”

“I don’t know how that would help,” Jumin answers, his mouth forming a thin line. I push his dark hair away from his forehead softly and give him a small smile.

“How about we try?” I offer.

Jumin shifts on the bed a little closer to me. He rubs his eyes and then sets his hand back on my waist, his thumb sliding under the fabric of my pajamas and drawing idle circles on my skin.

"My mother would lock me up in the basement when I was a child,” he starts, his gaze unfocused. “Once I was locked up for seventeen hours and fourteen minutes. I managed to find a way out eventually.

My expression falls at his words, my chest clenching at his remembrance. I immediately flush my body against his, his arms holding him tightly. I feel his muscles tensing for a couple of seconds before melting under my touch. Jumin buries his head on the crook of my neck and lets out a long sigh, so long it makes me feel he had been holding it for longer than I could imagine.

It all starts falling into place. The subtle jokes about keeping me inside a cage to protect me from harm and the way he had done the same to Elizabeth the 3rd before she escaped. I had always thought Jumin’s desire for control was rooted deep inside his need to be on hold of things. I knew he had been handled several responsibilities from a young age and I always guessed that where my need to control his surroundings started but now I knew I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

I had spent months feeding into his control fantasy, thinking it would ground him enough to find peace within himself and now I feel like a moron for letting it get this far. For thinking he would eventually start letting me go little by little when he felt better about himself. But I had definitely underestimated how much the man in front of me had gone through and how my intentions of helping him were practically useless.

I hold him in silence for a few more moments, my right hand caressing his dark locks while my arm is still around his body protectively. A million questions swim around my mind and I don’t know where to start. So, I decide to follow the line of Jumin’s story.

"Jumin, do you think your mother loved you?"

He lifts his head to meet my eyes. His eyebrows scrunch for a couple of seconds while his holds tightens on me.

"... I have never experienced my mother's love.”

A lump forms in my throat and I carefully cup his cheek with my hand, my thumb stroking his skin softly.

"I know,” I whisper. “But when you were a kid, did you think she did the things she did out of love?"

"I guess? Parents are mandated to take care of their children. So I assume a part of me thought she did it out of maternal love, yes," he reasons, his grey eyes surveying the room as he spoke.

"So, do you think maybe you're keeping me in this mansion because a part of you thinks that it's okay to lock up someone you love?"

Jumin furrows his eyebrows and shifts on the bed uncomfortably. I watch him in silence, almost listening to the gears inside his head turn, hoping my questions would help him ease the mess of threads he had talked me about back in the penthouse.

"Maybe,” he mutters, his fingers drumming against my skin.

“You don’t need to do that. I’m not leaving you, darling. My heart only knows one name and it’s yours. There’s no need to keep me restrained when you already own every part of my soul.”

“You said this was okay,” Jumin counters. “You even chose the heels where I put the tracking device.”

“I did. I…” I sigh. “You were hurting so much, my love. I thought if I complied with your demands you would find peace. I thought if I let you control me you would feel better. But I was wrong and I’m sorry. I see you losing yourself more and more as the days go by and it breaks my heart,” I confess, my thumb grazing the space between his chin and his lower lip. “I fell in love with a noble man who would do anything to protect the people he loves. A honest man, who may come off as blunt, but you know he would never lie to you. A man who is kind and loving.”

Jumin listens to me, his eyes widened. In his pajamas he looks young, a glint of fear in his expression as he tries to sink in my words.

“I don’t know if I can give that love,” he whispers.

“You can,” I assure him.

“How can you know?”

“There’s so much love inside of you, Jumin Han,” I smile, letting my hand settle on his chest, right above his heart. “I saw it the night you read me to sleep. I saw it all the times you helped the other members of the RFA expecting nothing in return. I see it when your eyes light up when you’ve had a good dinner with your dad. I don’t know why you believe you are unable to give warm love, because you’ve been filling up all my senses with exactly that from the moment I decided to stay over at your penthouse. I am in love with you, Jumin Han.”

“Say it again,” he mutters, bringing my body closer to him. The remains of his perfume still linger on him and I love how relaxing I find it. How much it feels like home.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he demands, his lips lingering against mine. I smile.

“I love you, Jumin Han. I am in love with you. Truthfully, madly, without any sort of question or doubt,” I say, holding his face tenderly. “I am in love with your heart and soul.”

He finally breaks the distance between us both and his lips collide against mine. His kiss is soft, yet firm, his hands holding me into place. I let my body mold itself against his and wonder if it’s alright to love someone as intensely as I love this man. His tongue grazes against my lips for a moment before softly pushing its way inside. His grip on my body tightens as he keeps deepening the kiss and I have to remind myself we’re not done talking to have the strength to pull away as softly as I can. I lay a couple of more kisses against his warm lips before smiling at him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to C&R,” I say and Jumin’s shocked expression doesn’t take long to show up. “Just a quick visit so you can take care of the paperwork Jaehee mentioned yesterday,” I explain, my fingers stroking his arm in a soothing motion. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs at C&R’s cafeteria.”

Jumin shakes his head. “No.”

“Jumin,” I say, holding his face and forcing him to look at me. “Just for a couple of hours and just so we can try something new. After that, we’ll return here. I promise.”

He lets out a long and tired sigh. When he looks at me again, my eyes are set on him, the smallest pout on my lips. To my surprise, he laughs.

“My mind keeps telling me there’s a chance you won’t be there,” Jumin admits, stroking my sides with his hand.

“You are my home, Jumin,” I remind him. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be but your arms.”

Jumin stays in silence, his eyes lost somewhere in the bedroom and I can almost listen to the loud and contradicting thoughts inside his head.

“If you’re still not done after two hours, you can leave the rest for another day,” I offer. “Two hours tops, my love. Could we try?”

He sighs, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He looks defeated, yet there’s love in the way he sets his eyes back to mine.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love,” he breathes out and a big smile makes its way to my face. I press two soft kisses against his lips and then a couple more on his right cheek and forehead. “I’m sorry for my troubling thoughts.”

I shake my head. “I love you, Jumin. Troubling thoughts and all. I adore your mind,” I smile, pushing some of his hair away from his forehead. “I understand you’ve gone through rough times during your childhood and I know there’s nothing I can do to erase those memories. I want you to revisit them, understand them and finally heal. And no matter how long that takes you, I will always be there by your side”.

Jumin smiles and holds my waist as he turns on the bed, leaving me to rest on top of his chest. I see the warm smile back on his face and I realize how much I had missed it.

“Always?” he asks. I press a kiss on his lips.

“I promise. You are the love I always dreamt about since I was a little girl.”

Jumin arches an eyebrow.

“You dreamt about living in a mansion?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I dreamt about someone loving me exactly as I am, no matter how low I thought about myself some days I dreamt about someone caring for my well being and protecting me if necessary. Most of all, I dreamt about someone that would make me feel like there’s no one else in the universe but us both.”

“And do I make you feel that way?” he asks, a playful smile on his face that makes me wonder if it’s possible I love him more than I did an hour ago. I nod at him, an equally cheeky grin on my face strengthened by the knowledge that my words made him decide to do better.

I had never loved anyone as much as I loved Jumin. So any hardships that would come between us, would face to face us both. There’s a soft red hue on his cheeks again and for a moment it’s hard to recognize the cold man I first met in a chat room.

But Jumin Han is more than that. He’s more than his job, more than his money, more than the darkness and tangled thread inside his mind. He’s kind, he’s loyal and the rock his friends turn to when they find themselves in dire situations. He’s had everyone’s back before, in one way or another, and I love that he’s now giving me the chance to have his. To show him that he also deserves warm, pure love. That even if he can deal with everything by himself he doesn’t have to. Not anymore.

“You do, my love. You do.”

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anonymousbaev · 3 years

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aaa i loved how you wrote the coming out one!! it made me smile so much :’) could i request the rfa and v and saeran and when they knew that mc was the one? like the one they wanna spend the rest of their life with

RFA+V and Saeran reaction when they realize Mc is the one

Aww thank you so much!!! ＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／ I’m glad it made you smile! Thank you for the request, I hope I wrote this the way you wanted it, or at least similar :)! I hope this one makes you smile too! (Working on two other lovely requests as well! Check my Masterlist regularly to see what I’m working on!) (｡♥‿♥｡)

!!WARNING!!

!!PROFANITY AND TRIGGERING SCENES!!

☆ Yoosung ☆

☆ Since day one of you joining the RFA, he definitely had his guards up against you but, ended up always somehow taking an interest towards you. That interest grew to an attraction and soon into love. Yoosung just knew you were the one. You understood him so much and you had a deep connection with him no soul could break it. You loved him too, you also felt like he was the one for you. The person to marry, to have kids with, the person to hold hands and grow old with till death did you apart. However, it wasn’t really that simple. Every time he tried to express his love to you he gave you rather aggravating compliments as he compared you to Rika. It made you doubt yourself, did he really love you? Or did he see you as a substitute for someone that couldn’t be with him anymore. All you wanted was for him to see you as you. It hurt you everyday and even if you have never mentioned it, he could take the hint and he regretted it every time he compared you. But it was like a habit, it was almost like he was programmed to say it.

☆ One day you had been sitting against the bedpost as you read a book before going to bed. Yoosung came in as he took a seat next to you, he suddenly apologized to you. Out of the blue he says, “Mc...I’m so sorry.” This was so random but his voice was so gentle and he had such a guilty expression on his face. You were a little scared as you replied, “Why?” You place your book down on the nightstand.

☆ He held your hands together, as he began to tear up. You only had a baffled expression before gently swiping his tears with your hands. You tried to calm him down but he only continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I always compare you to Rika but I don’t mean to. You’re so sweet, understanding, lovable, supportive, and...and so much more! But I don’t tell you that...I always only tell you that you’re like Rika. And that’s not true. You’re, you.” Your heart stings at his last words. They were exactly the words you wanted to hear. Either way, you continue to hear him out still a bit baffled, where was this all coming from? He takes a while to breathe in to continue, “It was never my intention to hurt you, but it doesn’t change the fact that I did. So you don’t have to forgive me. I’d understand.” He begins to sob as you hug him. “Yoosung, It’s okay. We’ll get over this, I know.” He continues to cry as he barely screams out, “Don’t...act like you’re fine when you’re not! You’ve been hurting yourself!” You let go of his hands, now he’d just doubled your confusion. “Babe what do you mean?” He leads you to the bathroom, he points to the trash can. In the can there's Toilet papers soaked in blood. Did he think you were harming yourself? But that wasn’t true in fact... Your face blushes red, they were from wiping blood from your ass. “Babe...IM ON MY PERIOD!” (┛ｏ`皿′ｏ)┛彡┻━┻

☕️ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ After moving in with Jaehee, you would notice the two of you getting into arguments quite often, but they always ended up in fluff. You've always thought Jaehee was the one for you. You wanted to get married and start a family of your own with her. However Jaehee didn’t really mind, she just lived in the moment. Just happy you were her girlfriend and she was your girlfriend. This is what she thought, until one day, you were invited to your friends wedding. You offered Jaehee to come with you, and she gladly accepted.

☕️ The ride to the hotel where the wedding would take place did not take long to get to. You linked arms with Baehee as you greeted your friend. Your friend looked beautiful in her glamorous white bridal gown. Jaehee had never been invited to a wedding before. She thought everything was cool as she explored with awe in her eyes.

☕️ When it was time for the main event you and Jaehee took a seat at your table. The lights went off, the only light in the giant ballroom were the spotlights that flashed the charming groom. The music started playing as the beautiful bride entered with another spotlight flashing at her. The Processional had started. The bride slowly walked down the aisle, linked arms with her dad and a flower girl throwing flowers along the sidelines. Jaehee just imagined it for a moment. She imagined she’d be standing waiting for you down the aisle. She imagined Seven proceeding the speech for both of you, as you walked down the aisle in a alluring white gown. You would mesmerize everyone in the room, but you’d only walk down that aisle for Jaehee, and Jaehee only. Her heart thumped so fast at the thought.

☕️ It made her realize that in fact, yes she did care. She did care if you got married to her, and she had exactly wanted to start a family of her own with you. And when she looked at your twinkling eyes as you watched your friend. She just knew you were the one. (◡ω◡✿)

🎤 Hyun/Zen🎤

🎤 Like Yoosung, Zen just knew you were the one. When you first joined the RFA his lighthearted flirts may have just been a simple interest towards you. But as time went on he was so curious about you. You were always patient and kind hearted. You gave him so much support, and he saw that. You were the only one to know his inner scars, the pain he had never told anyone before. Even with the RFA members he’d spent years with, you were the first he told. You felt the same, and it was like you were both meant for each other.

🎤 However, it had never crossed his mind to be married with you. It wasn’t because he didn’t love you though, it was because he had never thought about it. He was always just focused on you, like Jaehee he just lived in the moment, treasuring every second he got with you.

🎤 It wasn’t until one day you had been over at his house. You both drank until your heart desires. Soon you became drunk and started feeling light headed before collapsing on Zen. He sweetly smiles as he helps you sit back up before kneeling in front of you. He places his hand against your cheeks, “Are you sleepy?” You nod, still drunk. He blushes as he quietly mutters ‘cute’. He helps you walk to the bathroom as he guides you to brush your teeth. Half awake with the help of his hands you’re able to use the spare toothbrush he had kept.

🎤 He places you in his bed and lays down on the floor right next to the bed. He tries to fall asleep but every 10 minutes he’s awakened with the sound of a loud crash. He feels something heavy on him as he notices that you keep falling out of bed into his warmth. How’d you manage to fall out of his king sized bed every time? You’d whisper to him about how you wanted to feel his warmth. He had to calm his inner beast several times after hearing that. After it happened over and over again he was not having it.

🎤 He laid you down on his bed again but this time he got in with you. He spooned you with his arms around you. You finally stopped wriggling and stayed to fall asleep. The next morning he jumps up to see your adorable sleeping face first thing in the morning.

🎤 He blushes seeing you in his bed, sleeping so soundly, not even a earthquake would wake you up. His mornings have always been boring, he got up and everyday it was always lonely and empty in his apartment. Then having to wake up by you he felt something. He felt so warm and relaxed. He realized how much he had wanted you to be the one to wake up with every morning. He just instantly knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. (◡△◡✿)

♛ Jumin ♛

♛ After everything you both had gone through, Jumin just gradually came to know he wanted you to be the one he would be with. Nobody else but only you, could ever fill that desire of his.

♛ The small things you would do for him, or the small things you would say to him, they just all piled up into an emotion he was unaware of, love. Even after marrying you so soon he never stops finding even more reasons to love you.

♛ There had been one day when the two of you had been visiting Jaehee at her café. The place was so busy Jaehee didn’t even notice the two of you come in. Jumin hated how the place was so loud and cramped, but you’d begged for the two of you to come and if you wanted or needed something he would do anything to get it for you, so here the both of you were.

♛ “Sweetie what should we get? I came here with Saeyoung last week, everything tastes so good!” You lean over to him as you share a menu with him to look at the category of appetizing drinks and desserts on the list.

♛ “You came here with Saeyoung? You could’ve always brought me-” You place the menu down before crossing your arms, “That’s not important right now!” You giggle as you hold the menu back up to continue looking for what to eat.

♛ Suddenly, a child with a tray of drinks in her hands accidentally trips spilling the liquid all over your black pencil dress. Jumin is in a hurry to help you get napkins for you, he doesn’t want you to catch a cold.

♛ Yet, you give him a quick smile before proceeding to crouch on the floor to make sure the child is okay. Jumin’s angry at the situation but he would never be angry at the child, he knew it was an accident. He crouched next to you as he kept a arm around your shoulder. You help the child up as you say, “Are you okay, little one?” The child nods with a apologetic look. You assure her it’s okay and she returns to her parents. They apologize to you as they are in panic not knowing what to do before telling them you’re fine. He’s surprised at how good you’re with kids. It makes him wonder what’d be like to have a child with you. Especially one that resembled you.

♛ “We can come back in the future, let’s get you some new clothes darling.” You nod as you both leave after waving at Jaehee who finally noticed you two when the child spilled her drink on you. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

👓 Saeyoung 👓

👓 Saeyoung became more busy by day, he was tasked in a pile of work but weirdly, you felt like he was just overworking himself in a excuse to push you away. With the help of Saeran and Vanderwood you successfully took Saeyoung out with you to a park for a date.

👓When you got there, the fresh smell of flowers were the first thing you noticed. There were not a lot of people, but it was better this way. You were also glad you wore jeans because the grass was untrimmed it looked like a jungle.

👓 You laid down on the grass near a river as he reluctantly followed you and sat down. It was quiet for a while before you pointed out at the clouds that had funny shapes. You pointed one particular cloud out implying they looked like Saeyoung glasses. He chuckled a little before noticing it. He looked away embarrassed as he tried to act like he did not just laugh.

👓 You laugh...a little too loud it makes him refuse to look at you. You pout as you push his shoulders to make him lay down. You smile a little mischievously as you block his view from the sky. You place a small peck on his lips and holds his chin, “I know what you’re afraid of, but I won’t leave. I’m here to stay, unless you continue pushing me away. Or... is that not why you’re avoiding me? Have you...lost interest in me?”

👓 His eyes widen at your words as he furiously pushes you to switch positions. Now he’s on top of you. “No! That’s... that’s not true. I love you. I’ve always wanted you to be my little 606 from day one till the day death would do us apart.”

👓 “Then you need to show me that. You need to stop pushing me away because that will do us no good. Cause...I’ll always be here for you and you will always be here for me in the end.” He nods with a grin ear to ear before leaning in to kiss you. (◕‿-)

🌚 Saeran 🌚

🌚 Let’s be honest, Saeran just knew you were the one when you showed him love and sincerely cared for him. But if there was one thing stopping the both of you from happiness, it was that he kept pushing you away like Saeyoung because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. He thought you deserved so much more than a “mess” like him. But you knew that wasn’t true. He was more than what you wanted. He just didn’t have the confidence to see it though.

🌚 It was another chilly day, the house felt so hard to breathe in. Maybe it was because of the rain that came overnight, or the silent treatment and cold shoulder Saeran gave you. Saeran had been in the bathroom for so long it had started to make you worry.

🌚 “Saeran? You okay darling?” You knock on the door, but you don’t want to barge in because you know he’s having a hard time. You want to respect that and give him space. He yells back at you, “JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! UGH...” You hear his groan at the end and feel something is terribly wrong.

🌚 You rush in and thankfully the door is not locked. You see him on the floor with a razor in his hands. His arm is bleeding and you fall weak on the floor in front of him. You hold his hand gently before hurriedly trying to get napkins only to end up ripping them by how quickly you are trying to rip them. You continue to sob as Saeran sits not knowing what to do. He instantly feels bad, he wouldn’t have done it if he knew it would hurt you this much. He knew you were always usually a happy person. And you rarely cried. But for you to be crying it meant that you were painfully sad.

🌚 You press down on the wound to stop the bleeding. You place your other hand against his cheeks as you cry out, Saeyoung rushes in with Vanderwood. They immediately take Saeran to treat his wounds. It takes a bit but after noticing the therapy sessions Saeran went to weren’t helping him he stayed home with you. At first everyone worried because he was so clingy to be with you, he wouldn’t even let you go anywhere.

🌚 Later, that got better when he came to realize that he didn’t need to change for him to deserve you because you always reminded him that he was already perfect. \m/(>.<)\m/

♧ Jihyun ♧ (In reference to his song “The Compass” ●´ω｀● )

♧ It was the day before V would leave to travel around the world so he could learn to love himself before rushing into another relationship with you. You wanted to give him something before you left so you went over to his house. You ringed the doorbell but there was no answer. You found it strange because Jumin had told you Jihyun would be home. Worried, you peak in the window. Yes its kind of creepy but for the sake of this headcanon... You see that he’s home but he’s going over his pictures with Rika, pictures he’d taken of Rika, and her belongings. A unknown wave of emotions rushed over you. Why were you crying? You knew that what Rika and he had was just obsession not true love. But you still understood that he needed to recover and forget about Rika. So... why were you were crying? You calmed yourself down reminding yourself that you needed to give him time to heal.

♧ You look up when you notice Jihyun, he’s crouching down in front of you, a hand on your shoulder with a concerned face. “Mc? What’s wrong? I didn’t know you were coming. Sorry for leaving you out here in the cold. Since when were you here?” You are in a hurry to wipe your tears as you refuse to look at his eyes your gaze somehow ends up on the box of Rika’s belongings.

♧ He glances down at the box before looking back up at you with a smile. He places the box down as he places his hands on your cheeks, “I’m sorry I never made it clear to you. I don’t love her. In fact I never did and I only realize it now with your help.” You place your hands on top of his as you feel how cold they are. “I didn’t mean to stare...sorry.”

♧ He shakes his head, “Please. Don’t apologize.” He soon then looks down at his wrist watch, “Ah...my cab will be coming soon. It would break my heart to leave you here in tears...” Before he says more, you cut him off. “It’s fine, I only came to give you this.” You hand him a small brooch shaped as a sun. You smile, “To remind you, that you're like the sun.”

♧ He stares at you baffled for a minute, before he returns a sweet smile, “Thank you. Ah, that reminds me...I also have something to give you.” He rummages through his pocket to take out a small compass. “Please see it when I leave. Oh, sorry. Of course you could see it right now...but that would rather be...embarrassing. So please, I would appreciate it for you to read it when I’m gone.” You nod and he smiles to pick up Rika’s belongings. “I’m going to leave this at where it should go. It would do no good for me to keep it.” You don’t quite know where he’s exactly bringing the box. But regardless, you nod as he walks you back home. He promises you that he will often call and text you as before he leaves for his cab.

♧ When you’re back on your bed after a warm bath, you fiddle with V’s gift before opening it. It’s a vintage compass with a small sun in the East heading West. You find a note with it and it says, “The sun always sets in the West. In the West, you’ve always waited for me. You were always the one for me.”

HBADBJADGADBJAB KILL ME V’s is so cringe...T.T Please listen to his song “The Compass” if you want to understand it better because I suck at explaining...heh...

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yoosungisbabie · 3 years

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infidelity - day seven

@mysme-events

jumin x mc

rating: T

prompt: sacrifice / revenge / {grief}

warnings: mentions of cheating, wine drinking

word count: 2,986

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When she shows up heartbroken at his door, what else can he do but let her in?

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Jumin lightly hummed to himself, trying to place the tune as he scanned his wine cooler for a selection that suited his mood.

His phone began to ring in his pocket, and he quickly pulled it out, seeing that it was Assistant Kang. He chose the bottle that had caught his eye as he stood and accepted the call.

“Yes?” he answered, filing through the list of potential problems that she could be calling about. He set the bottle on the counter, moving towards the wine glasses.

“Mr. Han, MC is on her way,” she said with a sigh, making Jumin pause for a moment.

“On her way where?” he asked, confused as to what that information had to do with him.

“To your home,” Jaehee replied. Jumin’s eyebrows furrowed together, and he lifted his arm, pulling his left sleeve just above his wrist to check his watch.

“Why?” he wondered, stepping away from the counter and glancing at the front door.

“I’m not sure, sir,” she huffed. “She simply asked me to send her a car so that she could visit you.” Jumin's mind shifted from his office at work to the RFA chatrooms. He mentally searched the logs, trying to identify any need for her to visit.

“And you did so without question?” he wondered, walking over to the coffee table to straighten some files and grab his empty coffee cup.

“She sounded quite upset,” Jaehee spoke, prompting Jumin’s mind to shift once again. He tried to remember if there had been any changes in her pattern of speech or eating habits recently, but he couldn’t find anything that would’ve prompted her to become upset, much less to visit him.

Despite how he was trying to logically analyze the situation, hearing that she was in distress filled him with unease, and he found himself eagerly anticipating her arrival.

“Did she mention why?” he wondered, placing his coffee cup in the sink and moving to grab a wine glass. He opted to prepare two, hoping that his guest would appreciate the choice of drink. It was strange that he’d already begun to think of ways to cheer her up when she hadn’t even arrived, and he wasn’t sure it would be a matter of his concern in the first place.

“She didn’t, but she’ll be there momentarily to tell you herself,” Jaehee replied, making his eyes find the front door once more. Jumin ended the call, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair and looking around once more to make sure the space looked tidy.

It was only minutes later that there was a brief knock on the door, the pattern consistent with that of his chief of security. He had just finished opening the bottle of wine, but he stepped away just as the man entered.

“Good evening, sir,” he said. Jumin’s tried to peer around the chief to see her, but the man stood perfectly in the space between the door and the wall.

“Ms. MC is here to see you. Should I let her in?” he asked. The question caught Jumin off guard for a moment, finding it nonsensical but quickly remembering that he was only doing his job.

“Of course,” he nodded, straightening his shoulders as the chief stepped to the side and opened the door wider to reveal her standing there.

It was obvious that she had been crying; her eyes were swollen and remained slightly red. Her cheeks were rosy as well, and the frown on her lips looked like it had been there for quite some time.

“Hello,” he said softly, realizing that he’d simply stared at her instead of greeting her properly. He gave a parting nod to the chief, prompting him to close the door behind her and leaving them alone in silence.

“Hi,” she spoke softly, her voice sounding hoarse. He couldn’t help his curiosity; there was a myriad of questions he wanted to ask, but he first focused on being a good host.

“I was just about to enjoy a glass of wine. Would you care to join me?” he asked, gesturing towards the kitchen. She nodded, and he walked back over to the counter, pouring them both a glass while she watched. He motioned for her to take the glass as they both sat down, grasping his own and raising it slightly.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of…” he started, his voice quickly fading as he watched her tilt her head back and swallow the wine he’d poured in one gulp. He blinked at her, watching as she carefully placed the glass down on the counter.

“It’s nothing,” she said firmly, not meeting his eyes. He studied her, wondering why she’d come all that way if she intended to remain quiet about what was upsetting her. He tried to discern an explanation from just her face as to why she would have visited him rather than someone else.

“Do you need something from me?” he wondered. She sighed out slowly, tilting her head and staring at her hands as they rested on the counter.

“I just…” she started, shaking her head at herself. “I just didn’t know who else to go to,” she said, making him wonder what he possessed that put him so high on her list.

“I also knew you would probably have a bottle of wine on hand,” she said, ducking her head sheepishly. He couldn’t help but smile, a short, effortless laugh passing his lips.

“That much is true,” he said, hearing her snicker briefly. That small sound, accompanied by the slight smile she flashed him made his body feel delightfully weightless. It was a strange, warm feeling that he didn’t have a name for, but it made him realize that the stress he’d been feeling earlier in the evening had almost completely disappeared. It was hard to remember why he’d been worried in the first place, and he wondered if that relief had something to with the woman sitting next to him.

Her smile fell once more, making him notice that he’d subconsciously been smiling as well. She took a deep breath, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Okay. It’s not nothing,” she admitted, her words heading the return of his curiosity. She eyed him, an intense sadness lingering in her eyes.

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” she said plainly, making him blink in surprise.

“Oh,” he breathed quietly, watching her clench her fists together.

“I’m just so angry and confused and just...angry,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling just enough for him to notice.

“That seems like a logical response. He violated your trust,” Jumin said, watching her nod and look up at him.

“He did,” she agreed. Her bottom lip trembled, and he guessed she was holding back tears. The sight made his jaw tighten, and his mind was full of a sudden aversion for a man he’d never met and never wished to meet. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he imagined how quickly he would be able to ruin that person’s life if he desired it. He felt his eyebrows furrowing when he realized he didn’t have a definitive answer of whether or not he did desire to do such a thing.

“Gosh,” she sighed harshly, sniffling and shaking her head. “I just wish I hadn’t been so willing to overlook the warning signs,” she said, watching him as he busied his hands with pouring her more wine.

“Was his infidelity obvious to you?” he wondered. She let out a laugh despite the fact that he hadn’t made a joke, but it was so dry that he could safely assume the answer to his question.

“Now that I look back, yes,” she said quietly, taking a sip from her glass. His eyes were on her hands as she twirled the glass until he heard her sniffle again, looking up to see her in tears. His heart lurched at the sight, making his lips part in surprise.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, watching a heavy tear fall from each eye and drop onto her cheeks. He pulled the purple handkerchief from his suit pocket, glad that he hadn’t dressed down since coming home from work. He offered it to her, and she hesitated for a moment before gently taking it in her hands and looking down at it.

“No,” she whispered, laughing a little. “But I’ll be fine,” she told him, using the handkerchief to blot the moisture from her cheeks. He pressed his lips into a tight line, trying to think of something that would make her feel better.

“Is there some way I can help you?” he asked, hoping that talking about a solution would temporarily distract her from the problem. “You’ve come to me in this hour of despair, but I’m not sure what to offer you aside from more wine,” he said, feeling his eyebrows crease together as he gazed at her helplessly.

“More wine is always good,” she said with a short laugh, turning to look at him with watery eyes. He held her gaze, admiring the way her eyes shimmered pleasingly as she began to smile through her tears.

“You’re really kind, Jumin,” she said softly, surprising him once more. He felt his eyebrows pull together as he considered her statement.

“I’ve done nothing that could be considered kind,” he refuted, watching her roll her eyes. He kept studying her, observing the way she looked completely unconvinced.

“You have, you just don’t want to believe you’re kind,” she shot back, a hint of teasing shining though in her tone of voice. He watched her quietly, wondering if she was right.

There was no reason to be kind to her aside from the fact that she was a member of the RFA, but when he assigned that as the reason he felt protective over her and worried for her wellbeing, the conclusion didn’t seem to fit. He couldn’t understand why seeing tears in her eyes and on her soft cheeks sparked a strange, fuzzy feeling in his chest and a frown to appear on his lips. Imagining ever upsetting her in a similar as then felt like a shot through his heart.

She shifted slightly, moving to the center of his vision. He’d been staring as he thought, and he’d forgotten to respond to what she’d said.

“I find that it’s easy to be kind to you,” was what left his lips, an unsettling feeling of bashfulness falling over him.

But his words made a smile spread across her face, a genuine, soft smile that reminded him of the wind blowing through the trees in his private garden on a spring day.

He made a note to himself to say more things to her that would prompt smiles of the same kind, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d gotten such a reaction.

“Oh, Jumin,” she said suddenly, her smile dropping as she glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late,” she sighed, meeting his eyes again. He shook his head at the thought of her leaving so soon.

“It’s no bother to me. I have some work to do, so I’ll be up for a while longer,” he told her. Her face twisted into an expression he hadn’t seen on her before, her lips pursing into a small pout.

“I hope you’re getting enough sleep. Have you eaten dinner?” she asked, tilting her head at him. He felt his mind go blank for a split second, his whole body seeming to reset at the concern and care in her eyes.

Her personal life had been uprooted in the span of one afternoon, yet she was using her energy to worry about him. The thought baffled him.

“I did,” he exhaled, nodding slowly and seeing her sigh in relief. He tried to refocus his mind, finding his fingers twitching slightly as his mind wondering what it would feel like to run his hands through her hair.

He forced himself to deal with the problem at hand, remembering that she’d hinted at leaving so soon.

“May I ask a personal question?” he spoke, drawing her gaze again. She nodded, smiling a little and handing his handkerchief back to him. He took it gently, seeing her tears already beginning to dry on the fabric.

“Of course,” she said, lifting her glass of wine for another sip. He folded the square of fabric in his hands slowly, pulling his eyes away from hers.

“Do you live with your significant other? Ah, forgive me. Your previous significant other,” he said, correctly himself and seeing her try to hide a wince.

“I do,” she replied, her voice becoming small once more. “But I’m going to find somewhere else to stay for now.” She looked down at her hands, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Oh, that won’t do,” he said to himself, watching her look up in confusion.

“I’d be more than willing to allow you to stay here,” he said, making her eyes widen as she stared at him. “There’s a guest bedroom on this floor. Alternatively, the floor beneath this one would also be a suitable place for you to stay,” he told her, watching her press her lips together. It was almost surprising how quickly he was willing to offer his home to her.

“I’d hate for you to spend your money at a time like this,” he added. He watched the thoughts spin in her head, her eyes wandering across the room as he waited.

“Are you sure?” she asked, tracing the rim of her glass and glancing at him. He nodded once, but that only seemed to make her more conflicted.

“Thank you,” she sighed after a moment, making him release the breath he’d been holding unknowingly.

“It’s the least I can do,” he smiled, watching her lean down to put her head in her hands. She let out a harsh sigh of relief, and the sound, though born from distress, made him glad that he was fortunate enough to be able to help her.

His mind kept working, wanting to make sure she’d be at ease whilst staying there.

“In actuality, my bed would be the most comfortable if you’d prefer it,” he said, watching as she lifted her head slightly to peek at him with wide eyes. “I probably won’t sleep tonight now that I think about it, and it would be nice to be able to keep an eye on you,” he said, feeling his throat constrict after clamping his mouth shut. Something about what he’d said made him feel like hiding his face, but he quickly became distracted by hers.

Her cheekbones were painted in a pretty red, and her lips parted in what he guessed was surprise as she stared back at him. The sight prompted a strange tingling sensation to pass through his body.

“Are you alright? Your face has become red,” he said gently, watching as she turned away from him, clearing her throat and pressing a hand to her cheek.

“Yeah, I just...have a headache from crying,” she answered. Her words had him out of his chair in seconds, moving to the cabinet that contained medicines to find the ibuprofen. He quickly brought it back to her, tasking himself with getting a glass of water for her next.

“Thank you, Jumin. For everything,” she said behind him, making another effortless smile spread across his lips.

“There’s no need to thank me,” he replied, turning back to her with a full glass of water. He stepped over to her, holding it out to her and watching as she took it from him carefully. But as he let go, he noticed how her hand was trembling, causing the water to come dangerously close to spilling over.

Jumin reached forward again quickly, placing both hands around the glass to steady her hold. He’d accidentally clasped his hand on top of hers, meeting her eyes quickly and wondering if she felt a fire raging at the point where their skin met as he did.

He immediately felt the need to apologize. His heart was racing like he was guilty of something, but the way she was looking at him made him infinitely curious about the blossoming feeling in his chest was and how he could prolong it.

“Sorry,” she said softly, beating him to the apology as they both lowered their hands to the counter and set the glass down. She wouldn’t meet his eyes again, her face still flushed as he took a deep breath to calm himself. The waves of emotion surging through him were strange and confusing, but he wanted to focus on her wellbeing while she was in front of him.

“I’ll order some pajamas for your stay and leave you to attend to my work,” he spoke quietly. She met his gaze as he took a step back, absentmindedly loosening the tie around his neck.

“I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Please make yourself at home,” he added, nodding politely to her as she finally cracked a small smile once more.

“Thank you, Jumin. Really,” she said, her voice warm and pleasant. The thought of listening to her speak for hours on end almost completely erased any priorities from his mind, so he bowed slightly and left without another word.

He walked to his office quickly, shaking his head at the way his heart continued to race even after many minutes had passed since he’d been in her presence. He silently blessed her beautiful mind for thinking of coming to him first but wished it had been under better circumstances.

Despite the burning animosity he felt for anyone who could hurt such a gentle soul, Jumin couldn’t ebb the flow of happiness that raced through his veins knowing that she was safe in his care.

~~~~~

and that’s a wrap on mysme angst week 2020! thank you all so much for all your support! it means so so so much to me.

i hope you all have a wonderful day, and look out for more from me in the future! <3 <3 <3

-Mel <3

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years

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MC cuddling with RFA+trio and she's laying down with her head on their chest. When they end up almost falling asleep, she asks them if they're hungry, since their stomach is literally covering the soothing sound of their heartbeat

LMAO that’s so good pft also imma try a new sort of, style? To not use bullet points and make it look ✨prettier✨ but just tell me which style you prefer

RFA+minor trio’s reaction to their stomach growling when they’re cuddling with the MC (that’s a long ass title lmao)

Zen:

-He loves cuddling with you!

-Zen adores when you fall asleep and how peaceful you look, he just loves how cute you are

-One day, you were falling asleep on ya boi while watching some TV. When you kept hearing Zen’s stomach growl. You tried to ignore it but it just kept going and going, and you were honestly wide awake now.

-You decided to confront your boyfriend about it, and you quickly sat up, scaring Zen a bit, and then you asked if he wanted some food since his stomach was growling a bit.

-Zen was taken aback for a bit but then he laughed and said that yes, he was actually really hungry. And then he apologized for waking you up, of course. You smiled and walked over to the kitchen, and cooked him some food. Zen gratefully smiled and kissed your forehead and then you cuddled again.

-Thankfully afterwards you could sleep in peace (kind of) after he had some nice food!

Yoosung:

-He was always laying on top of you, but he also enjoyed it when you laid on top of him!

-It made his heart go all crazy, so the first few times you loved teasing about how you could heart his heart beating super fast (making him blush and his heart beat even faster)

-As time passed he did get used to it though, and he honestly loved when you laid on his chest and fell asleep.

-One day, while you were on the couch watching some TV, you were laying on Yoosung’s chest, and you were about to fall asleep when you suddenly jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s stomach

-Yoosung screamed a bit too, since you scared the crap out of him, but then you calmed him down and explained that you just got scared at the sound of his tummy growling

-Yoosung immediately blushed and stuttered a response, but you just laughed and asked if he wanted some food. He shyly nodded and you kissed him before quickly grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen, so the both of you could eat!

Jaehee:

-You were both laying in bed, listening to Zen’s music

-Jaehee liked when you laid on top of her chest, it made her feel so happy and she loved running her fingers through your hair

-As you were falling asleep, the two of you, really, you suddenly heard her tummy growl and you smirked up at her, asking if she wanted some food

-Jaehee blushed and sheepishly smiled, confessing that she was actually super hungry

-She honestly found the situation a bit funny, since you were trying to sleep, and her tummy kept you up

-The two of you went to the kitchen and ate some cupcakes you had made the day before, and you lay cuddling while eating them!

Jumin:

-He doesn’t want to wake you up pft

-He’s so hungry

-But it’s like when your pet suddenly lays on top of you? That you can’t move? Because you just don’t want them to go away?

-Jumin felt like that. He didn’t want to get up and eat, because he wanted to feel you laying there longer

-Then you fluttered your eyes open, and sleepily glanced up at Jumin. “Hey...Jumin...?” You asked.

-“Yes love? Is anything wrong?” You shook your head. “Jumin it’s just...are you hungry? Your stomach keeps rumbling.”

-Jumin looked at you, shocked and a bit embarassed but then he laughed. “Yes..I acutally am. I’m sorry love, did my growling wake you up?”

-You chuckled and nodded yes, and then you buried your face on his chest, saying that you still wanted to hug him though

-So the two of you (you hugging Jumin from behind) went to the kitchen and made some delicious pancakes, letting the poor boy eat (he was really hungry)

Saeyoung:

-So when you told him about his tummy growling waking you up, he acted confused.

-“Saeyouuuungggg, really! It’s keeping me up. Do you want some food?”

-“I don’t hear anything. Oh wait! That! That’s my stomach hungry for the blood of my enemies.”

-“......”

-“.....”

-“Do you want a bagel?”

-“I want a bagel.”

-HAHAHAHAHAH

-He’s so embarassed

-His face is Saeyoung’s hair color when you tell him

-I mean it came out of no where, you were just laying there and all of a sudden you just asked if he was hungry cuz his stomach kept rumbling lmao

-He apologizes for waking you up, but you just laughed and told him it’s fine, after all, you can’t control your stomach rumbling lmao

-You both eat some really good food, and then you both go back to sleeping together

Saeran:

-Ah lord it’s the cutest thing ever

-I mean, he’s running his hands through your hair, humming some really nice music, but then you’re woken up by his stomach

-And when you ask if he’s hungry because his tummy keeps growling he becomes red and laughs, because he actually is hungry

-But he has the cutest face ever, he’s super embarassed, and embarassed Saeran is cute Saeran so we stan

-You go to the kitchen and cook some super delicious food, putting on music and dancing around the room!

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marshmallowprotection · 8 months

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How do you think the twins feel about having fans in rae? I'm sure they appreciate the public support, but going from no one knowing about you to everyone having that much information about you and your family history must be so uncomfortable

Everything there is to know about the twins is known. People think of them as celebrities by the time we return to Saeran's After Ending. As of the start of that event, it's been almost two months since the first reveal was brought to light, give or take a few days, and in that time, a lot of people have made a spectacle out of them. I mean, look at all of the buzz that happened around SevenStar drink!

Yoosung was one of the ones promoting the soda online in support of Saeyoung! People weren't buying it because they wanted to support the orphanages that the money was supposed to be going to. They were buying everything because they wanted to have a piece of the spectacle. Sure, some of them might've done that, had they known it was the deal between Saeyoung and Chairman Han... but.

I mean, the money was going to the best place it could go to, but make no mistake, I have not a single doubt in my mind that most people wanted to pick up the drink because it had to do with the publicity of all of this. the publicity of all of this. As far as I can tell, people aren't thinking about the humanity in the situation, they're thinking about everything else.

Imagine what would happen in this universe we live in right now if the leader of a country had illegitimate children revealed, alongside the fact that he apparently kidnapped one of those kids? That's national news, if not worldwide because that kind of event is not something that you can sweep under the rug. Even if everybody thought it was hearsay or some kind of ruse from the get-go, everybody would be talking about it nonetheless.

How could you simply let it slide that a leader you voted for is implied to have done something horrible?

It's just not plausible to avoid it!

Look at this conversation you can have with Yoosung's friend from college who is a "fan" of the twins. Everyone thinks the boys are very handsome and I can't blame them for that, because it is true. But, people are interested in them because of their looks and because of the outright celebrity of the situation.

Everybody wants to be seen with them because it'll boost anything and everything on their social media. Do I think that there are people out there who heard the story that the boys went through and are sympathetic and want to support them for the right reasons?

Oh, yes, I do believe that, but in reality, I know that a lot of people are very shallow.

Unfortunately, there's only so much we hear about public opinion so I can only draw speculation from the people that we are allowed to hear from and interact with in the game when it comes to what all of these people think about the boys.

We even get a lot of support from Yoosung’s mother when we get the chance to speak to her! Her comments are the ones that remind me that not everybody is interested in the boys just because of how pretty they think they are, there are people who genuinely do not like the prime minister and always assumed something underhanded was going on, and now they only have confirmation.

Another example is the outgoing message on Jaehee’s phone. Out of all of the questions that you could decidedly ask somebody about the boys, why are all of you calling about his hair color?

More than anything, I know that Saeran doesn't know how to react to any of this.

All he wants to do is live an ordinary life, as an ordinary man, and now he's never going to be able to do that. People are constantly going to think about him even if the news of what he went through fades and calms down eventually, Everyone is always going to know his name and his story. It'll get easier as everything goes by and there's more time to think about the way the world is moving, but I do know one thing, from how he reacted on that phone call with Yoosung’s friend?

He's easily flustered and he doesn't know how to respond to people that supposedly support him and like him because he's not used to that.

I think he's the kind of person who would be too nice to tell anybody no if they wanted to take a picture with him, or if they wanted to share conversation with him.

Because he is the kind of person that would like to sit down with other people and talk to them, and as long as it doesn't eat too much into his day, I feel like he wouldn't mind the celebrity too much, but if it gets in the way of him being able to have a normal life, then there would have to be a conversation about doing something or changing something to be able to get the piece of privacy he deserves.

The only thing I'm really worried about are people who aren't going to be considered of his boundaries in the future, you know the people I'm talking about, people who will hit on or make him uncomfortable. That is something that a lot of celebrities have to go through, and we see it with Jumin and Zen, especially. I don't want to think about those details but I know it's something that could happen regardless of how many boundaries he puts up. I know him well enough to say that he would tell people like it is, but he shouldn't have to do that in the first place.

More likely than not, he's going to be able to survive that situation through the support of everyone around him, and as long as the people around him who consider themselves his fans learn how to interact with him, it won't be a problem. Just let the man enjoy a grocery trip with his partner, please.

He's not asking much.

God. I don't even know where to start on Saeyoung.

He has been suffering through this Non-Stop and when he is spit out on the other side, he has to learn that the entire world knows about him and there's nothing he can do about it. He is the kind of person who has lived in paranoia his entire life. He is still a paranoid man to this day.

He can't trust anybody and he doesn't want to trust anybody. The only people he can sincerely trust are those he knew before this all went wrong. He doesn't want to be a celebrity, he doesn't want people to know about him, but if it kept his brother from dying, he'll accept it as a necessary evil.

He won't say anything at all if his brother doesn't mind. He will always put the needs of his brother before himself. If I can say anything, it's that he's not going to want to talk to anybody or give information to anyone else. I mean, think about it, he has had to live in hiding his entire life, constantly changing his name and persona to be able to survive, and now there is a speeding bullet on his back.

The agency that hired him can't destroy him and his father can't destroy him, but you know who can come after him? The countless people he pissed off when he was doing his job. There are people who know his face even if they never knew his name, and that could always be a problem for him.

His name, his age, his face, and everything you can think of is just out there. When he subjected himself to going on video after the initial sacrifice on the second day, he knew what was going to happen to him. He knew what was going to happen to everyone else. He only did that because he thought it was the only thing that would be able to get his brother to go far, far, far away.

He sacrificed everything willingly in the name of love. He doesn't want his name and face to be out there.

He wants to have a private life and I can see him going out of his way to wear disguises and avoid people like wildfire if humanly possible. He will spend a lot of time doing everything he can to make sure that he and his brother cannot be followed or tracked because that's just how his paranoia manifests. Until things get settled, I imagine he would spend a lot of time playing bodyguard if only because it helps him feel more in control of his situation.

He's never going to adjust to people knowing who he is. He went from one extreme to another and there's no words to describe what that must be like. The price of freedom came at a major cost and the twins have to learn how to live with that.

#ask #mod kait #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #choi saeran #mm #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #707 #seven #saeran #saeray #character analysis

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chaoticneutralwriter · 4 years

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Fifth Act: Diligence

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him - James 1:12

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: fluff, romance, supernatural, angst, slow-burn, slice of life, comedy

word count: 12.9k (CHONKY BOIII)

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Fourth Act: Kindness

A/N: when i said it was long, it’s LONG long. WHEW! The second longest chapter in the series so far?? djfksgh Sorry to keep you waiting for so long ;w; I can’t thank you enough for your patience and unwavering love and interest for this series in spite of it! So here we go, FIFTH ACT YALL HHHH I hope you’ll enjoy!!

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You don’t want to admit it.

It’s so cliche.

But you’re not gonna burst out singing Meg’s song from Hercules because you’ve passed that stage at least.

What your problem is is that confessing your feelings has proven to be way easier said than done on a multitude of different levels.

Confessing to someone is already a nerve-wracking thing to begin with — you’re basically laying your heart out to a person hoping that they won’t end up completely crushing it — but furthermore, you don’t even know how to go about doing this. For the past days or so since you’ve resolved yourself to Jaehee that you were going to take that leap of faith, your only means of contact with Jimin has been through texting which was both a blessing and a curse.

You’re not gonna lie and say that you didn’t need to do some psyching up first, some mental pep talk through the assurance that you could still hold a decent conversation with him without getting sweaty palms. Of course, when you did manage to pull enough courage to direct the conversation to that topic (and okay maybe a glass of wine helped too), you were strategically swerved.

If there was one thing you wanted to do when you confessed, it was to do it in person. You feel like this is too big of a deal to do through text even if it would’ve helped you with organizing what you wanted to say better. You wanted to be open with yourself and to Jimin and being face to face was the only sure way to get your sincerity across.

So whenever you ask him if there was any chance he could meet up in person, whether it be at a cafe or even just late at night in your room, he would always excuse himself saying that he couldn’t. The reason always being that he was ‘busy’ or had matters he needed to attend to (his words, not yours). You understood at first, though the times when they happened it had put a damper on your confidence, but it soon became too redundant and you grew agitated, even more so because any attempts at a compromise didn’t work either; Jimin never gives a straight enough answer for it.

But then the chats became sparser, never lasting more than a few short exchanges until they just stop altogether.

And when the texts aren’t being returned, your calls are met in the same manner; your only reply is the sound of the dial tone.

Soon your suspicions morphs into anxieties, and though you attempt to reign in your imagination, the longer you don’t hear from him, the more they become rampant. Your mind begins to dredge up memories of things you’d rather forget, playing them out as if to show you how eerily similar this all is, taunting you, reminding you that the last time this had happened your guardian demon had come back on the brink of death.

You swallow, trying to quell the suffocating feeling that comes up but there’s a pressure on your chest that has your breathing shortened. You’re wringing your hands unconsciously, a small attempt at coping with how on edge you’ve become though it proves to not be as effective as you would have liked. How you found that out was because anything and everything irritated you and it showed.

You hate how it seems like you can’t go for a minute without wanting to snap at the next person who so much as look at you — a really bad thing because you work in an industry that requires you to maintain your cool in literally any situation, even the most absurd ones.

And it’s like today was ‘let’s irritate the hell out of Y/N L/N’ and you didn’t get the memo because the clowns are out in full force.

“Well I don’t want to call the help line, that’s gonna take too long.”

Deep breaths, you tell yourself, deep breaths.

“They’re actually pretty fast with finding your transaction history; the only time it would take a while is if you called during the weekend because their time of operation is shortened.” You explain for what felt like the millionth time.

Yet still, the man in front of you continues to scowl as if this is entire thing was your fault.

“But I’m already here, I don’t want to have to go home and come back because that’s a waste of gas.”

“Sir,” You start again, “I can’t refund this item for you at full price if you don’t have the receipt. As I said, I can still put it on a store credit but I will have to deduct thirty percent because I don’t know if you got this on sale or if you used a coupon — that’s just store policy. Or,” The word comes out firmly, “You can find the exact same item and just do a straight exchange for the better of the two.”

He pauses, as if to think it over and you were foolish enough to think that maybe he finally sees reason, but then he opens his mouth.

“But I want my full refund.”

Holy shit if it were not for the laws of this land….

“Then you’re gonna have to call the help line or go find the exact same item and exchange them.”

You’re done, you’re absolutely done and you swear if this man doesn’t walk away doing any of your suggestions right now, you can’t promise that no ones about to get smacked in the face with your scanner. Thankfully, as if the universe has heard you, he begrudgingly takes the box of outdoor fairy lights (you really want to pull your hair out here) and heads off down an aisle. You actually breathe out a sigh of relief, but there goes what little of your patience you have left.

Now you can only pray that the rest of your shift goes by as quickly and as smoothly as possible.

Obviously that was too much to ask for.

You cash out around five people more before a woman approaches your register, holding a box with a picture of a white Instax Mini Polaroid camera on the front. You’re not sure if it’s your gut instincts or because you’re already so annoyed that immediately, you have a bad feeling about this. Regardless however, you muster all the mental strength you possess to suppress the feeling. Lips pulled taut into a wide smile, you greet the customer with an overcompensating amount of friendliness.

“Hello, how are you?”

“Yeah, I want to change the colour of this polaroid camera.”

You force the smile to remain on your face, “Sure no problem! Which colour would you like instead?”

“The pink one.”

You turn around to scan the rows of polaroid boxes hanging on the pegs behind you, picking out of the three colours available for the pink one the woman wanted. Placing it on the counter beside you, you ask nicely, “Can I see the receipt for the camera that you have and the camera as well please?”

She slides the box over to you and you see the receipt poking out of the slit. You take it out, opening the box to check the camera inside and make sure that everything that came with it was still there. Once you confirm that it is, you close it back up and unfold the receipt to match the barcode number on the box to the one that’s printed. Looking over to the pink coloured one, you confirm that the the item code for the white and pink cameras are different which comes as no surprise for you; in order to do this exchange, you would have to return and repurchase so the inventory count would be correct for the store.

A rather simple and painless concept.

“Why can’t I just take this one and give you this one?” The lady questions, annoyance colouring every one of her words as she gestures between the two cameras.

“I know they’re the same camera but since they’re different colours, they have two unique item numbers that differentiate them from each other to help with our inventory. It would only work if they were the exact same camera.”

“But they are!”

“They’re different in colours.”

“You know I’ve shopped here for a long time and I have never had to do this before.” She scowls at you and you refrain from rolling your eyes because clearly she doesn’t shop here enough to know.

“We’e always had this policy ma’am.” You instead answer plainly, the artificial civility in your demeanour already dissipating. When it’s clear that you weren’t going to budge and give in to her intimidation, she rolls her eyes and pulls out her card to insert into the pin pad. The computer system lets out a beep in error, letting you know that the card she used was not the one she purchased the camera with.

“Is that a debit or a credit card?” You ask despite already knowing.

“It’s a debit.”

 “It has to be on the same card you used to pay for the camera.”

“Why can’t I just use any card?” You can already pick up the growing inflection in her voice; it’s a little louder and more aggressive but at this point you’re at your wits end too.

“For security purposes.” You choose to state simply, tired of explaining when you know it won’t work.

“Well, I don’t have that card on me because I thought this was going to be a simple exchange.” She says accusatorially, like of course all of this is your fault and you’re the one who’s being difficult. You try to take a deep breath in discreetly, jaw clenched until you feel it beginning to ache before you reply back to her.

“I can put it on a store credit and you can just use that amount to pay for the camera again.”

Your answer makes her huff, crossing her arms as she says, “Fine.”

Your finger practically punches in the appropriate operating system for the return method, reaching in a side drawer behind your counter to pull out a black card meant for store credits. There’s a slight tremble in your hand from the sheer effort of holding yourself back, feeling like a coiled snake ready to lash out at the littlest prod that you try to keep hidden by speeding up the process, which almost makes you slam the drawer close with more force than necessary.

You confirm the amount and swipe the card through the machine in one quick motion, carelessly dropping the card onto the counter in front of you as you wait for the printout copy of the transaction to come out.

“You didn’t have to throw the card like that.” The woman’s voice snap, piercing through your tunnel vision, so hyper-focused on just getting the task done that for a good minute you actually don’t know what she’s talking about.

“I didn’t throw the card.” You reply evenly.

“Yes, you did. Just now.” She challenges, gesturing to the card and pinning you with a sharp glare.

“It dropped out of my hand.”

“No, you threw it.”

“I didn’t throw the card, it dropped out of my hand.” You reiterate, biting out the words that at this point, there’s no way she wouldn’t notice your own growing disdain. To your surprise, she doesn’t continue to try and fight you on this (though the crossed look on her face remains) so you take it as a sign to proceed on to completing this transaction.

You think you’re in the clear; after swiping the card through, you hand over her new receipt and the camera she wanted but before you can even think about gritting out a very forced ‘have a nice day’, the woman cuts you off with a terse, “I’m speaking to your management about this. What is your name?”

The shock of her words make you freeze in place, your jaw nearly dropping from speechlessness. She can’t be serious right now….

But as the woman continues to wait, clearly impatient yet stubborn enough to wait for your answer, you realize that yes, she really is threatening to take down your name and report you to management over this petty squabble. Your heart is practically beating in your throat now and you feel your face heating up at how angry you’re getting, so much that for a split second the rash thought of outright refusing her came into mind. You wanted so badly to go through with it, loathed the idea of letting her think she had won when it’s her who was wrong in the first place. However, rationality wins over in the end; as sweet as the instant gratification would be, you think it’s not worth losing your job over.

Also, you just want her gone.

So you find yourself swallowing your pride and begrudgingly, you give her your name. To add insult to injury, she asks for a pen to write it down onto her receipt before she finally turns to walk off.

Great, fantastic, just what you needed; being written up because this stupid, entitled bitch decided to mouth off on you for something you have no control over.

You hate how your heart is still pounding, still trembling from your barely restrained emotions that has your nails digging into your palms. With a shaky exhale in an attempt to shake it off, you radio over to your manager that you would like to take your break now.

Thankfully, you’re given the go ahead and you had never made for the break room faster in your life, brisk pace allowing for no chances of getting stopped by any more annoying customers. Once the door shuts behind you do you finally slump back against it, temples throbbing as you take in deep shuddering breaths.

It takes a feel minutes before you feel calm enough, the overwhelming fire simmering down to a calm you can control.

You may have had to swallow your pride in telling a Karen your name and risk being written up, but you’ll be damned if you let it break you down.

The groan comes out unabashedly when you unceremoniously fling yourself across your bed, finally home after what felt like a ten hour shift. You lay there, eyes shut like you’re trying to trick your body that you’re in the state of sleep just so you can obtain some semblance of energy back — it doesn’t work.

Instinctively, your hand reaches to dig into your sling bag to fish out your phone, muscle memory dictating your actions as your thumb slides your lock pattern open and they’re tapping on the messenger icon before you can even think to stop yourself. The window opens with Jimin’s message thread staring right in your face, mocking in the way it has not changed status at all, frozen in its own time.

You don’t know how many times you’ve seen this screen at this point but it still never fails to stir back up all the negative thoughts and emotions that has been plaguing you so vividly as if it was your first time experiencing it. Your teeth are tugging at your lips again, reading and rereading your own sent messages that have gone unanswered, all asking the same thing;

Are you okay?

Where are you?

The details to the questions are no longer of your concerns because each scenario you conjure in your head was worse than the last that they threaten to drive you mad. You don’t think you can bear the weight on your heart much longer as more and more days pass in living this torturous limbo of not knowing.

All you wanted was just an answer, anything that would let you know that he was out there, alive and well.

That alone was enough for you.

You tear your gaze away from the offending sight, tossing your phone carelessly onto your bed somewhere. You sit back up just in time to hear the front door unlock and open, signalling for Jaehee’s arrival home.

You exit your room to greet her, wanting to take your mind off of things if only for a short while.

“Hey, where’d you run off to all day?” You ask, helping Jaehee with a couple of grocery bags but a quick peek lets you see that there are some that contains other curious things like….is that a plant?

“Hey! Oh, just here and there. Stocked up on some more food stuff but then got really distracted because look at these!”

Jaehee excitedly sets down a reusable bag on the table before reaching inside to pull out its content, which turns out to be a good sized leafy plant sitting in a cute little white ceramic pot. The leaves are wide and arrow-like in shape, marbled beautifully in vibrant greens and yellows — the lightest colour starting from the centre and transitioning much darker — that makes them appear as if they have been painted on. At a quick glance, you would’ve actually believed that the plant is fake if it wasn’t for the specks of dark soil spilling out from the base when Jaehee accidentally tipped it too much while placing it down.

“They’re called Chinese Evergreens. Aren’t they pretty?” Your roommate beams, twisting the plant this way and that. “Now that I got some time to myself, I thought why not finally fulfill my wish in living my life out as a plant mom.”

A loud snort leaves you as you gingerly place the bag of food on the kitchen counter, turning around to see that Jaehee has pulled out yet another leafy looking plant, only the leaves of this one were long and banana shaped, a solid dark, olive green colour and parted slightly at the centre into an almost fan-like shape with seven leaves equal to each side.

“I got this one because I remember growing up, my parents had one, only theirs was way bigger.” Jaehee comments, holding up the plant comfortably in her hands. “I never knew what it was called until the gardener helping me told me it was a Kaffir Lily.”

You blink, a little skeptical at the name because it certainly didn’t resemble the lilies you pictured in your head.

“Lily? So does that mean it’ll flower?”

“Apparently? I was surprised too because I don’t think I’ve ever seen my parents’ plant flower but the gardener say its sporadic and sometimes first blooms don’t happen until two or three years later.” Jaehee regards the plant with a pensive pout and a tilt of her head but then shrugs and happily says, “But judging from the pictures though, they look pretty!”

You hum, choosing to nod along with what Jaehee says before turning back to sort out the food she’s bought. Seeing Jaehee so lively like this makes you glad for her. Ever since quitting her job, it’s like a weight has been lifted and Jaehee isn’t shy about taking full advantage of all the time she has now to do the more simpler things she’s missed out on — like cultivating plants apparently.

Whatever the hobby is, it’s nice to know that at least one of you is thriving.

Over dinner you express as much, which you get a boisterous laugh in response and actually feel sorry when Jaehee asks the same of you but all you can do is tell her that things have been the complete opposite on your end.

Aside from the god awful day at work you had (one which had Jaehee physically reeling and not knowing what to do with herself for a good five minutes; that was pretty funny), you had also told her of your predicament with Jimin. She’s frowning by the time you get out that you haven’t heard from him for days now.

“Every time I ask him to meet up in person, he’s always brushed me off or changes the subject, like he’s avoiding it.” You sigh out heavily, can’t keep how troubled you are from it out of your voice. “Now I don’t even hear from him at all and it’s making me anxious.”

A pause, and once again you’re wringing your fingers as you try to work out any sort of explanation for this. “You don’t think…You don’t think I scared him off do you?”

“No, no I don’t think that’s it.” Jaehee affirms, though the pinch in her brows doesn’t go away. “I mean it would suck if that’s all it takes because damn, I actually had a lot of faith in him but….I don’t know, it doesn’t seem right to me.”

Her words give you more comfort than you had expected, a relief you hadn’t known you needed and you’re all the more grateful for her to anchor you down. After wracking her head a bit more, Jaehee says carefully, “You mentioned how he was leaving soon, did he say anything about when he’s coming back or….?”

“No, he— he didn’t say. Just that it would be soon….” You swallow, feeling your chest clench suddenly. “I mean, he’s been gone before like this — twice actually — but he comes back, he always does…”

Even if it nearly kills him….

You trail off in your ramblings, trying hard not to reveal too much to Jaehee yet you feel like you’re making excuses for yourself because you don’t want to acknowledge the possibility that Jimin would up and leave without telling you. If not to your face then you’d hoped he would have at least the decency to leave you a note. Besides, shouldn’t there be some sort of formal undoing to your contract with him if he’s clear to be a free roaming demon again? It wouldn’t make sense if you’re still tied to each other in some way, or does the contract simply null itself? You refrain from letting out a groan, feeling the frustration and the oncoming headache draining what last bit of energy you have left. Instead, you drag your hands down your face and let out a heavy sigh.

“It only makes me worry because sometimes he’s reckless and does stupid things….”

“Wait, like what kind of ‘stupid things?’” Jaehee suddenly interjects, sitting up a little straighter and sounding a little more concerned. It has you floundering on how to put lightly that it’s in Jimin’s nature (and literally his job) to go out and find people to tempt them into depravity; would be fine and all had he been the only dangerous thing roaming the city but no doubt after that fateful night, there was something else more dangerous out there. Even though Jimin had told you it was one of those rare moments that he ended up so badly injured like that, you’d rather not take any chances or have him test his luck again.

“I don’t know like…things that might get him into unnecessary trouble.” God that does not make it sound any better. Panicked, you hastily add, “Nothing illegal of course! But like he…tends to wander and is a little too impulsive sometimes – do his own thing without thinking it through?” You cringe, bracing for Jaehee to give you shit for liking a guy who now sounds like a drug dealer or something. She gives you a rather perplexed look, a sort of lopsided quirk of her lips but eventually she seems to let it go, wordlessly trusting you and your sense of judgment.

“I’m just asking because….” Jaehee hesitates, then begins chewing on her bottom lip and her nervous tick starts to make you antsy.

“What?” 

“When I met up with him, on the day we talked about quitting my job at the cafe, he also brought up how he’ll be gone for a bit and told me to make sure it doesn’t worry you too much.” She lets out a short, wry chuckle. “Actually said something along the same lines but about you, or as he put lightly, ‘make sure she doesn’t go off and do something she might regret.’”

It takes a second for her words to process, so shocked at hearing about this new tidbit of information. You blink and can’t help the hard frown that takes over your face, “W-Wha— Wait hold on, he told you he was going to be gone for a while too? And he didn’t say where either?”

And what did he mean ‘go off and do something you might regret’??

Jaehee winces slightly at seeing the heightened distress she’s caused but she powers on, firmly believing that you deserve to know as much as you can in regards to someone you deeply cared about.

“Yeah, he only said that much to me so I’m still as lost as you are. But….” She swallows, “Before he left that day, he didn’t look so well…. Like, he might be coming down with something serious.”

Your shoulders tense, heart palpitating as your mind begins to race.

“I’m not saying this to freak you out because it’s just what I saw so you can take it with a grain of salt. I’m just letting you know in case it might shed some light on some things.” Jaehee placates, holding up a hand as if in an attempt to calm you. You try to get a word out, an acknowledgement or anything but your throat suddenly feels too dry and all of your thoughts are spinning with questions that have no answers.

Did he get hurt? If so, how? Or can demons actually become ill, but from what? Is this why he’s not answering your calls or texts? Because he was trying to hide whatever this is? For how long?

“Do you know any of his friends? Someone you can contact to try and get a hold of him for you?” Jaehee’s voice pulls you back out from those depths, only half registering her words.

“I— Uh…No, not real— “ You stop your jumbled stream of thoughts midway when one name does come to mind. “Yeah…. Yeah I know someone.”

You say that, but you hadn’t exactly thought of how you were going to find him, let alone ask him if he could find out where the hell Jimin has disappeared off to.

Hell, you're not even sure if Jungkook's around to help anymore. If you remember correctly, you swear the last time you’ve spoken to him was on that rooftop garden and that felt like ages ago; you haven’t heard so much as a peep from him since.

But you need to try something.

As aloof as he is, Jimin always lingers in some way, like a shadow that’s hidden out sight and after Jaehee’s talk, you're confident that he wouldn’t just leave without telling you first. Clearly, there's something else going on with him and he's not telling you. So it’s with that hope that you find yourself doing things you wouldn’t find yourself doing late into the night at almost two in the morning.

Like google searching how to summon specific demons.

It’s so stupid, you’re well aware. Before, you would be like anyone else when it comes to your opinions on the supernaturals and anything relating to the occult; a skeptic and a very niche hobby one partakes in. You wouldn’t have thought twice about it existing because there was little to no evidence on it (or if there were claims, it would consider to be a reach). Oh how the tables have turned and with this desperate times calls for desperate measures position you’ve found yourself in, now it’s like a whole new world full of possibilities, ripe for your picking.

Perhaps not something you should dive right into the deep end of but what other choices do you have? Besides, you never know if there might actually be something helpful or clues in…..Beginner’s Guide to the Dark Arts and Satanism.

.... Fucking hell, what are you doing?

It’s okay, you reassure yourself, as long as you don’t accidentally end up in the dark webs then you’re good.

You go through a number of different websites, all looking and sounding more like something you would find in a fantasy novel or just plain cult-y. Once or twice you come across ‘summoning rituals’, most of which involve your run of the mill staple requirements: lots of pentagrams, symbols, candles, a skull of an animal or a straight up animal sacrifice, and some fancy incantations that you’re not sure are even legit.

Of the times you do come across specified summoning rituals, they include all of the above in varying methods but one thing that had remained consistent, you noticed, was that you needed a name — a ‘true’ name as they had called it — of the demon you’re trying to summon, like Beelzebub or Lucifer.

It leaves you briefly wondering about your guardian demon’s name, the one he went by rather than the alias he uses. You never realized and the more you mulled over it, you begin to feel immensely guilty.

How must he have felt when you called him by another name that wasn’t his.

You go to sleep that night with a knot in your stomach.

Much of your nights is spent that way; scouring through internet searches hoping to find some sort of lead to go off of but honestly, there’s only so much sifting you can do before everything starts to sound like the ramblings of a fanatic. The only information you had found promising was about the summoning rituals, particularly the ones to summon a specific demon, given if you knew their true names….which is something you don’t possess, either for Jimin’s or Jungkook’s.

It’s a frustrating fact because it’s the last and most crucial thing you needed if you even want to attempt trying. You hate the idea that you’re so close to getting somewhere and it’s just this one thing standing in your way. At this point, you think you might have more luck trying to summon Lucifer himself and asking him where your guardian demon went.

…..

Huh.

Your fingers stop scrolling through your phone — another demonology article you’ve come across that didn’t really have much to do with finding a lost demon but intriguing enough to have you read — the thought pervading in your mind. It should concern you that it stays for as long as it did but the worse part is that the more you thought on it, the more it made sense.

If you can end up with a demon as your traditional guardian angel, then surely you have a chance at getting a hold of his boss, right?

Before you know it, you're flinging the covers off and booting up your laptop again in the quiet darkness of your room, half telling yourself that you won’t go through with this insane plan if you can’t find that one web page that seems the most credible to you. Much to your bemusement, you do, tucked away as a bookmark no less. It comically sticks out in contrast amongst the other more mundane things on the list; cooking recipes, nail art tutorials and then boom: witchcraft, demonology and understanding how you can attract different entities based on the energy you create through the elements.

Well, you think, looks like you’re about to find out whether Hell really is toll free after all.

If someone were to tell you months earlier that you would be spending a weekend shopping around for items to set up a demon summoning ritual you’ll be attempting yourself, you’d probably just let out one long, exasperated groan into oblivion before accepting the predicament, mumbling something along the lines of ‘he’s going to end up killing me first before anything else, and then what?’

Furthermore, you’re not just summoning any demon, you’re going to try to summon Lucifer, essentially the CEO of Hell and you’re about to pull a goddamn Karen — ‘corporate will hear from me!’ — on them because your guardian demon decided to go AWOL on you and you’ve had enough of being left in the dark. When they say you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain, this wasn’t exactly what you had pictured for yourself.

Ah, truly the things you do for love.

Once you got over that rather ironic analogy (literally stared vacantly into space for a good ten minutes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry), you had searched up all the places within your city that would possibly have the things you were looking for. The site had suggested a variety of them, ranging from apothecaries to antique shops. It took you by surprise when you do actually find two or three of them, not expecting at all for these sort of niche shops to exist in what you had always pictured to be a mostly uptown urban neighbourhood — guess that goes to show how much you go out.

Your plan was to hit up these little shops, buy what you can find there and then whatever you’re missing you would order off from a suggested website. So that’s how you find yourself on a Saturday off, bright and early; a rare sight for all kinds of reasons as normally, you’d be dead to the world until at least after twelve in the afternoon but you had been so restless that even sleep didn’t hold you back.

You’re on a mission.

After painfully following your buggy google map directions, you stumble upon the first stop. It’s a little apothecary shop, tucked away down a small, narrow side street where much of the city’s history is still prevalent in its structures. You can only guess these buildings were built in the early 1900, or even 1800 — the brick-red edifice is well worn and have patches of dense ivy that seems to almost swallow the walls whole. It appears to be tightly packed, the few mom and pop shops that are open on the street level on either side have multiple windows and sometimes iron fenced balconies above them, which you can only guess are the living spaces for the owners. For the most part, it’s quiet, the only other person you’ve seen is a young man who was too engrossed in getting an interesting angle with his camera.

Craning your neck, you take in the the lacquered sign above which reads ’The Soul Apothecary’ in gold script against a dark forest green paint that colours the outer front of the shop. It’s chipped in some places, mainly along the border that surrounds the large panelled window that display numerous of things on a small wooden shelf; crystals that are big and small in varying colours, jars of dried herbs, small potted plants, and wind chimes made of both wood and silver hanging off to the side.

It’s all very quaint and it makes you think that perhaps on some other less tumultuous time in your life, you would actually visit this place again.

Once you had your fill in admiring the exterior, you finally make your way towards the front entrance, passing by the two potted evergreens and pushing the door open to which a little silver bell chimes, signalling your arrival. Immediately, you’re taken by the interior and the smell of burning incense. It’s rustic in nature, the furnishing mostly, if not in all dark wood with the same forest green accents and despite it being a relatively small shop, everything has been designed to effectively maximize the use of space; nothing appeared to be cramped or cluttered at all.

All the walls were occupied from top to bottom with shelves and drawers, packed full of jars containing who knows what with the occasional decorative pieces breaking in between — taxidermy butterflies in frames, diagrams drawn on parchment that has browned with age, and geodes. There’s a single, long wooden table that sits in the middle of the store that holds trays of trinkets that can be worn with a little chalk sign that has an explanation on the purpose of certain items (and a winky face drawn next to a ‘buy one get one free’ advertisement), mini figurines and mortars. Above you, you realize, were dried lavender and roses hanging from a bar secured into the ceiling, their scents still faintly lingering in the air whenever you pass under.

Finally, you come upon the front till and it’s perhaps by far the most eye-catching thing you’ve ever seen. Framed on either ends of the counter were two wooden pillars that taper towards the top to form a narrow pyramid where two wrought iron rods curve outwards, meeting in the middle. Hanging from them were brass scales, varying in lengths and sizes, some of the little weights left forgotten from previous use. It’s here that you also discover the source of the incense, the lotus shaped burner resting off to the side along a call bell.

You’re so caught up in taking everything in that you had failed to notice someone else has entered the room.

“I gather you enjoy my shop?”

The sudden appearance startles you, whipping your head up to come face to face with a chest before quickly shifting your gaze upwards and when you do, you do a double take. The owner of the voice — and as it turns out, the shop — was a shockingly handsome man, his hair a chestnut brown with the tresses sweeping naturally down over his forehead and looks soft to the touch. His face is oval in shape, set upon a strong jaw and brows but paired with warm features; eyes round, tall nose, and a prominent cupid’s bow upon plush lips (though you’re sure not as plush as Jimin’s), you think you can go as far as to say his face was near perfect— the golden ratio as they call it.

He’s dressed in a white tunic shirt, loose and flowing over broad shoulders and simple black trousers, his only other accessories were the long silk scarf draped around his neck, it’s gold intricate floral designs standing out against the black colour and a single dangling silver earring with a nail point at the end of the chain, the shape reminding you of a fang as it twinkles with the slightest tilt of his head.

For a moment, your mouth and brain fail to work coherently, leaving you to gape stupidly like a fish. To be quite honest, you were half expecting a much older gentleman or lady to be the mysterious owner of the shop, a long ingrained stereotype from all the fairy tales you’ve been told as a child but standing in front of you is a man you think no older than twenty-eight. Furthermore….. why does he look so familiar?

You can’t quite place it, like your mind is just on the cusp of figuring out where you’ve seen him before, but then you’re back to drawing a blank once your eyes focus on his features. It’s almost as if you’re being forced to relive a deja vu over and over again. You give up eventually, tired of this mental battle that’s only aggravating you. Besides, you have more pressing matters at hand. Like functioning as a normal human being.

“I— Uh, y-yeah! It’s— It’s a nice place. So...” You gesture your hands uselessly, not really knowing yourself what you mean by it either so you smile back, exhaling a nervous laugh. He lets out a hearty chuckle in response, a hand over his chest as he throws his head back slightly and letting you see his Adam’s apple bob.

“Ah, hearing how speechless you are about my shop is all the compliment I need.” He peers down at you again, soft smile never leaving his face, “Though that can only mean you’ve never visited before?”

You shake your head sheepishly, confirming his assumptions. “No I haven’t, so you’re right about this being my first time.”

He withdraws to his full heigh with a thoughtful hum, nodding his head and clasping his hand behind his back. “I had a feeling since I remember all of my customer’s faces. I guess I should introduce myself then.” With a flourishing bow, he says, “You can call me Sung Jin or Joel, whichever you prefer.”

You nod, smiling widely as you introduce yourself as well. “Y/N.”

“Y/N….” Sung Jin repeats, committing it to memory. His expression dims briefly, a complete one-eighty from his otherwise cheerful demeanour but as quick as it came, it vanished, replaced by his usual benevolent smile again. It has you thinking that maybe you had imagined it. “What can I help you with today?”

Seeing as there were no other customers aside from yourself, Sung Jin sticks by your side, helping you find most of the items you have written down on a list. He’s charming, quite amicable as he enthusiastically tells you about the different plants and minerals you were looking for in great detail, their medicinal properties (or lack thereof) and other trivia facts you hadn’t bothered to look into.

You enjoy it, fascinated by what you’re learning yet you can’t help feeling the irony of it all because what you’re using these things for is far from healing purposes. And evidently, Sung Jin seems to catch on when the items start to become more and more dubious in nature, but in spite of it, he does little to deter you from buying them.

“So….. Atropa Belladonna….” He starts off casually, one dark brow raised and when you give him a puzzled look back, he adds, pointing his chin at the vial of dull purple, bell-shaped flowers and shiny black berries in your little basket. “Commonly known as deadly nightshade — not something people buy often, let alone ask in my shop.”

“O-Oh….” You nervously fidget, eyes darting from the little jar of poison to the jar in your hand (‘chamomile’ the label reads, a subconscious choice that you’d rather not look too much into). “Uh... I just thought...you know, it looked pretty interesting...?” You sound as convincing as a soggy loaf of bread, the grimace on your face not helping at all.

Sung Jin stares at you, eyes boring so intensely into your soul that you felt the need to lean back slightly. It goes on for a long minute until he lets out a loud gasp and he leans in, stage whispering conspiratorially, “You're not trying to summon a ghost or a demon are you?”

“N-NO!” It comes out louder than you had intended, spluttering and choking on air as you say defensively, “I'm not – !! Who would – why would anyone wanna do that?!” The jar still in your hand nearly goes flying from all the frantic waving you're doing. At your strong reaction, the tall brunette bursts out into a guffaw, slapping the tops of his thigh delightedly, laughter pitching and squeaking as if you'd just told him the funniest joke he's ever heard.

“I'm just kidding! Oh man, the look on your face was priceless!”

Again, you're hit with the dizzying sensation of deja vu, so fast that you're left in a daze until you're knocked back by Sung Jin who playfully smacks you on the shoulder.

Geez, is the incense that strong in here? You don't know what's gotten into you.

Once he finally calms, Sung Jin lets out a satisfied sigh, placing his hands on his hips as he regards you again. “Well! If that's all that you're looking for today, I'll be happy to cash you out whenever you're ready.”

“A-Ah...yeah....” You reply weakly, still trying to recover from the cold sweat that he made you break out into. Once you get your bearings again, you shuffle on over to the register counter and by the time Sung Jin bags the last of your things, you'd spent just a little over a hundred dollars. Your wallet is crying but you tell yourself it's all on Jimin's tab that he's wracking up with you.

“Thanks for everything today, Sung Jin. It was really nice meeting you and finding your shop.” You say. The shop owner smiles at you, about to bid you farewell when he catches himself, eyes widening in realization.

“Ah! I almost forgot something!” He whirls around from leaning against the counter to rifle through the drawers behind him, muttering under his breath until he makes a noise that lets you know that he's found what he was looking for. Turning around, he presents to you a stone crystal of sorts, about the size of his palm. At first, you think it's some type of rose quartz, only much paler than what you're used to seeing but as the light catches it, it shimmers iridescently, the vibrant colours sparkling and bouncing against the wooden surface of the counter. “A gift for you.”

“Oh no, I can't possibly...”

“Consider it as a 'thank you' for spending over a hundred dollars.” Sung Jin cuts you off with a tut, gingerly sliding the crystal into the little black pouch and cinching the draw strings together before offering it to you, “Also, it doubles up as a protective charm.”

“Oh really?” You ask, mildly intrigued, tentatively taking the bag and placing it into one of the pockets in your large tote bag.

“Yeah, keeps away all those evil spirits and spooky, scary stuff.” He wiggles his fingers at you, making you snort. Without any more surprises, you gather the brown paper shopping bags in your hands and turn, ready to leave.

“Thanks again, Sung Jin. I hope I can visit sometimes near the future.”

He shoots you a beaming smile, one that makes his eyes crinkle and cheeks full, waving cutely at you. Right before your eyes, he's aged back ten years and the sight makes it all the more difficult not to return his smile.

“Of course, come back soon Y/N. I'll be expecting you.”

His parting words ring out the same time the bell above the door does, making you halt just outside of the shop. You turn to look back as if something is compelling you to do so. It's confusing because you don't have any attachments to this place, having only visited for the first time and yet, you have this strange feeling of not wanting to leave.

The connection is broken just as quickly however, with the shuttering of painted wood, the door closing with a forceful clatter, effectively cutting off the strong earthy smell that had seemed to permeate around you until now. You shake your head, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air in the late afternoon sun. It clears away whatever dreamy haze that remained and with a shrug, you head on home, intent to tackle the rest of your remaining tasks.

Obviously, they would call for a night with a full moon, right on 3AM – the start of the witching hour. That's usually the case with these things right? Aside from this one requirement, everything else had been exceptionally easy to obtain. Your trip to Sung Jin's shop had saved you a lot of time and trouble in finding the things you needed which left only a handful of items that needed to be acquired – most of which you found on Amazon (of all places, but you suppose you really can find anything and everything on Amazon). The only hiccup you had was Jaehee nearly discovering your, as you sardonically call, 'new secret hobby' (boy that would've been a fun conversation to try and weasel your way out of).

So thanks to Amazon Prime, you have your very own demon summoning starter kit ready to go by the time the next full moon appears. And lucky for you, it lands on the day you have a closing shift so after you're done working, you can head right off into doing this – you have your eyes set on a local park just outside of your neighbourhood as the perfect place for it!

Wow, you sound way too excited about trying to summon Lucifer with no prior experience.

But you attribute the morbid exhilaration you're feeling as nerves you would have when you're doing something out of your comfort zone, like skydiving – except this was by far the most unorthodox way of getting high off of an adrenaline rush ever. Either way, you're antsy during the days leading up to it and even more so throughout your shift; you could barely keep still. Once you punch out for the night, you bid a hasty farewell to your co-workers and jet off without a second to waste. You take the bus to your normal route but instead of walking down the street towards your home, you continue on forward for two blocks.

You cross the road, coming up on the park that was like a little island all on its own with a simple playground and a set of swings that has seen better days situated in the centre, bordered by a singular paved path that curved from one end of the park to the other. The three street lamps planted sparely about the area begin to come alive just as the last of the sunset's light fades over the horizon. It casts everything in an umber glow, occasionally flickering sporadically. It's a quiet night, the only sounds are the faint chirping of crickets and passing cars in the busier intersection at the end of the road. There was no other person that occupied the park as far as you can tell, only seeing one or two people out taking a nightly stroll. The weather is especially warm tonight; even with the sun down there is still a blanket of heat that remains in the air, making you think that maybe you might actually get an early summer at this rate.

Your skin feels slightly warm and dewy as you decide to take a seat on the lone bench, finally putting down your tote and the big brown paper shopping bag you've lugged to work and stuffed in your cubby locker. It contains all of the things you need to set up for the summoning ritual but seeing as it's only eleven-thirty, you pull out your headphones to listen to some music while you wait for the appropriate time.

The moon was bright tonight, so clear against the cloudless sky that it almost looks like it was hanging right above you. You fall into a tranquil peace staring at it, the first in what felt like ages that you just bask in it – might as well take advantage of this rare moment before who knows what kind of shit will hit the fan soon.

Unfortunately, it lasts for about a good hour and a half before your nerves rear its ugly head again, suddenly so acutely aware of the time slowly passing. You're no longer satisfied with gazing at the moon, already having given up on trying to see the stars if you stared hard enough (you've never had such luck with that around here anyways). So you try to occupy yourself in other ways, like taking a look around the playground (you foolishly decided to try your hand at going down the twisting red slide which nearly sends you crashing into the sand pit below; that slide should definitely not be that fast) and doing a couple of rounds on the swings (before it let out a loud and concerning creak).

Still, the itch persists, you want to get this over with much like ripping a bandage right off. But magic takes time and precision, there's no cutting corners here, or so you read.

You eventually settle to make your base in the small platform of the play set, anxiously checking and rechecking your bag to see that you have everything. After you painfully drain your phone battery to fifty percent and nearly falling asleep, the clock finally hits 3AM. Now, you're truly deep into the night where the world falls to a hush and knows no better of the deeds that are about to transpire. The perfect cover.

You get to work, climbing down the play set with your bags in tow. Through the tab on your phone, you walk through the steps in setting up the summoning circle, using simple white chalk to draw on the pavement. You sprinkle the area with a crushed mixture of herbs and roots you had bought from Sung Jin's shop in the cardinal directions as instructed and draw a salt ring in the middle, meant to contain and protect you from harm. Finally, you mark the five candles and the inside of your wrists with more symbols in black ink and then take out a safety pin.

This is the one part you hate.

Inhaling deeply, you press the point of the pin against the pad of your thumb, adding pressure until you flinch, feeling the skin pierce and bead of crimson rises from the wound.

“Why do they always gotta involve your blood or any kind of blood....” You mutter, annoyed as you swipe it against the body of each candle, just above the marked symbols. Sticking your thumb in your mouth, you lick away the remaining blood as you arrange the candles to sit at the different points on the summoning circle and with a match stick, you light them all up. When the last of the candle is lit, you flick away the match and get into position, scrolling all the way down on your phone until you reach the incantations.

“Alright, here we fucking go...”

With your palms facing up, you begin to recite the first lines. You try to keep your tone steady and clear, enunciating each word. The further along you go, the easier they flow out like you know them off by heart, shocking you. You don't know if you're just imagining things but it's like something comes over you, a chill that travels down your spine, reaching to your fingertips and makes every nerve endings stand on edge. The sound of your own voice seems so distant to you now, like it's not even yours anymore as you fall into a trance-like state. You fail to notice the breeze that begins to pick up, a static charge in the air as the lamps around you flicker violently and when you utter the name 'Lucifer Morningstar', the candles are blown out.

When you regain your focus, you're slightly out of breath, heart thundering against your chest and in your ears. You glance around your surroundings, cautious and half-expecting to come face-to-face with the devil himself but slowly you realize....

There was nothing.

A whole three-sixty spin confirms it; there wasn't a single thing amiss around you that you're actually left in disbelief. But it's quiet now, too quiet. The crickets have stopped chirping, the street lights have stopped flickering – even the faulty one you saw earlier. So you wait another few minutes for good measures, holding your breath and shoulders tense until a sharp ringing and intense vibration erupts from your hand, causing you to yell out in surprise. Fumbling, you crash onto your knees in an attempt to catch your phone, managing to cushion what would've surely been a screen shattering fall to a short, edge denting clatter. You can't help the pathetic whine that escapes your lips; from being startled, dropping your phone, the ache in your knees, and the fact that the ritual most likely didn't work.

Shaking away the jitters, you blink, momentarily blinded by the light of your phone as it shows you the identity of the caller. You pick up after the third ring.

“Hello?”

“GIRL! WHERE ARE YOU!?” Jaehee's voice screeches through. You pull away, wincing and even from a distance, she speaks as if she's right beside you. “IT'S ALMOST FOUR IN THE MORNING AND IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS SINCE I GOT HOME! TWO HOURS!! AND NO TEXT OR CALL OR ANYTHING?! I THOUGHT YOU GOT KIDNAPPED!”

You sigh, guilt washing over you as you can hear how palpable her worry is. It'd completely slipped your mind to text her that you would be home late. You drag a hand down your face, feeling drained as your night's escapades start to catch up to you and answer Jaehee less she was going to pop a blood vessel.

“Y-Yeah sorry, sorry. I forgot I had to go somewhere and sort of lost track of time, also didn't help that I missed the last bus to get home so...”

“Do you need me to send an Uber? Where did you go? Are you far?”

“No, no it's okay Jaehee, I'll be home in a few minutes don't worry.” You reassure. You end the call after convincing Jaehee that you're absolutely fine and not being held at gunpoint. Looking down at the mess you've made, you can't help the small chortle as it dawns on you that this is definitely not something you should leave behind any evidence of – you don't think families or the elderly would appreciate finding out that there's been some occult funny business going on right outside their homes.

Whoops.

You gather the candles once the wax has dried, stuffing them back into the brown paper bag along with the little jars and vials you used. You sweep away the salt and remnants of the herbs as best you can, pushing them into the grass inconspicuously. For the ink staining your wrists, you wet your fingers with your tongue and rub until all that's left is a blotchy mess. Now all that remains was the chalk drawing of the summoning circle. At first you tried scuffing as much of it with the soles of your shoes but all that does was slightly smudge it, the markings still clear as day.

“Uhhh.....” You flounder, not knowing what to do with your hands before you give your bag a thorough rifle and triumphantly pull out an old water bottle still half full. This will do. You empty it over the drawing, making sure to try and get as much of it as you can. Thankfully, it dissolves without much resistance and you chuck the plastic bottle into the trash can. Sure there might be a few marks left over but it was hardly discernible and honestly, you can't be bothered with any more efforts. You're tired and you just want to go to sleep.

So you head on home without so much as another thought on your mind, oblivious to the ghostly white wisps of smoke trailing after you.

Jaehee was on you the moment you stepped through the door, already interrogating you and going as far as to ask if it had anything to do with trying to find Jimin. You should've figured she would assume that, knowing how troubled you were about his absence. At least because of that, she was somewhat more understanding but had made you promise you would let her know if you were going to be out past 2AM.

“I know how worried you are about him, but I don't want you going out and endangering yourself trying to find him like that. You shouldn't have to get hurt because of some bad decisions he chose to make.”

You really wished it was that simple.

So you placate her by saying that you had tried to meet with a friend of Jimin's only to be stood up at the last minute, completely not his fault. She let you go then, still miffed but otherwise glad that you're safe otherwise. You fall into a deep sleep that night the moment your head touches the pillow, exhausted.

It'd been the longest sleep you've ever had. You wake up groggy as all hell but with a new weight on your chest.

Your only lead in finding your guardian demon didn't work and the blow hits harder than you want to admit. It continues to follow you the days going forward, plaguing your mind with one question; where do you go from here?

Should you try other methods to summon a demon? Are there other methods? If so, then what? Try to find a local witch? It eats away at you and you swear you would've fallen into a manic obsession if it weren't for your friends. Like a saving grace, you get a text for an invitation to hang out on the preface that it's been a while and truthfully, it has. The last time you all had the time to gather together was before the BTS concert. At first you had wanted to decline, thinking you're not in the right state of mind to enjoy hanging out leisurely but you second guess yourself; maybe you do need a distraction, something to help clear your mind from this dark void that's taken over your life so that you can regroup and figure out what's your next best course of action.

The final push was Jaehee who practically forces you to go out at this golden opportunity, rightfully concerned about the haggard look you're starting to take on. So you pull yourself together, slap on some makeup to not look as dead on the outside as you feel on the inside, and take your ass out of the house.

It was no less a struggle, feeling as if you had to drag your feet every step of the way to the meeting spot you all agreed to. Doesn't help that the weather today was muggier than usual despite the sky being overcast, the sun constantly peeking in and out from behind the thick clouds that drift by. You don't remember it calling for rain today so you keep your fingers crossed, not liking the way some of the clouds appear darker than the others and you not bothering to bring an umbrella.

Thankfully when you reached the subway station, you're greeted by two of your friends who are already there, their cheerfulness lifting your spirits slightly.

“Y/N!!” Rosa squeals delightedly, coming to embrace you with a big hug. You let out a small 'oof' at her enthusiasm but bring your arms up to squeeze her back too.

“Hey, oh man it feels like forever since we've seen each other.” You part from Rosa to give your other friend a hug.

“Right? Oh my god...when was it? Like, before the concert?” Mei points out. “What's even sadder is that we always talked about meeting up and doing something but just...never did, for like weeks.”

Rosa laughs, “That's basically what being an adult is.”

You continue to chat idly, waiting for the rest of your other friends to show and when they do, you head on over to your favourite cafe as your first pit stop. You catch up with everyone and mainly talk about what you were all up to, which you can't exactly disclose in too much detail beyond 'working and sleeping'. It leaves much to be desired for an engaging conversation and you find yourself struggling for the first time with this disconnect, made more obvious when your friends mention any latest BTS content they've seen.

“You haven't seen this yet?!” Jess exclaims to you. She flashes you a high-definition picture no doubt taken by a fan site of Jimin on her phone, probably in the midst of their EU leg of the tour. He looks like a literal angel, dressed in all white with arms outstretched in a way that any second, you would think wings would appear, the glare of the spotlight illuminating behind him as he gazes out into the sea of purple twinkling lights. It's a breathtaking photo but right now, it's so bittersweet to be looking at him like this. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest, the emotions threatening to overwhelm you. It suddenly feels like you're living in a dream and the person you're trying to chase is nothing but a phantom, their face slowly fading from your memories and you're desperately trying to hold on.

You swallow, the tightness in your throat becoming uncomfortable as you force an apologetic smile on your face, straining. “I really didn't have time to catch up on anything lately.”

You follow your friends from one place to another afterwards, complacent in their decisions and growing more and more despondent in your responses. Whatever energy you had before to try and maintain a farce is long gone now and it doesn't go unnoticed by your group.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Sonya asks gently, falling back to where you're hanging near the front of a cute stationary shop you all decided to randomly stop by. You go to open your mouth, ready to deny but then stop yourself, seeing no use in it. So all that comes out is a defeated sigh that has your shoulders slumping.

“Sorry, I don't know, I felt fine when I left home but I guess not...”

“Did you want to maybe get some water? I have Advil in my bag if you want. Or if you want we can walk you back home?” Sonya suggests helpfully. You give her a weak smile, declining with a wave of your hand.

“No, it's okay. Maybe if I rest a little....”

“You don't have to force yourself if you're not feeling it. If you feel like you wanna go home then we don't mind.”

You still feel guilty even though you know Sonya means everything that she says. The guilt only intensifies when the rest of your friends gather from browsing or buying something, immediately worried once they've caught on the rather serious air surrounding you and Sonya. In the end, you had decided maybe it was better to call it quits here, not wanting to trouble or ruin what was supposed to be a fun outing between friends because you're getting too much in your head. After apologizing for having to leave early and fight off their insistence on walking you back to the subway station, you part ways.

You've ended up in the deeper parts of the city, so it would take about six stops for you to get to the station nearest to your place. First though, you had a bit of a walk, either to get back to the station you exited from or the next stop over three blocks up the street, usually something you wouldn't mind if not for the looming dark clouds above you that had taken over the sky completely, plunging the world around you in a deep gloom. With no sun in sight, it makes the summer solstice 6PM look like it's winter's.

You go at a brisk pace, choosing to go back the way you came since you're more familiar with that route. The wind begins to pick up, a sure sign of the coming storm and you dread being caught out at this rate. Up ahead is a stoplight, the one where you're supposed to cross the street at but you're tempted to just cut across the road now, wanting to save time. The traffic here isn't busy with hardly any cars passing through so once you see that it's a red light on both sides, you make a run for it.

You're just about halfway to the other side when you feel the toe of your shoes catching on the asphalt and you're suddenly stumbling forward with your momentum. You're bracing for the fall but before you could let out a gasp, a strange sensation passes over you, like being suspended in midair. It goes by so quickly that you don't have the time to register the impact it makes because a split second later, a black sedan barrels past you, honking loudly as it goes and so closely you think it would've grazed your nose.

Body rigid, you're frozen from the shock, heart pounding loudly and with a mind now kicked into flight or fight mode, you sprint the rest of the way on shaky, clumsy limbs. You nearly collapse once you've reached the safety of the other side, taking deep breaths to calm yourself and the adrenaline running through you.

Either you should've looked both ways more carefully or that asshole just blew through a red light going a hundred kilometres on an eighty speed limit.

You're gonna go with the asshole because you swear the lights were red. You made sure of it.

Straightening yourself, you hoist your tote bag up your shoulders again and continue to make your way down the street. By then, it has begun drizzling, the droplets falling so erratically and lightly that they get carried by the wind. It makes it hard to avoid and only serves to further irritate you. It's a straight walk from here, you don't think you have to worry about nearly dying again so you keep your head down, one hand raised in an attempt to shield yourself from the spattering rain. You turn the corner at the end of the block, peering up to see the tall station street sign looming ahead and you've never been more relieved, powering on to reach it if only to escape the steadily increasing downpour.

So caught up in closing the last bit of distance, you're jerked out of your focus when there was a loud shout of alarm.

“HEY WATCH IT!”

Instinctively, your steps slow, body turning towards the noise in trying to find the owner of the voice. Your eyes whip to see a few people huddling under an overhang to a high-rise building you passed but what's more concerning is where their gaze is focused – widen in fear, their necks craning up, and some even rushing towards your direction, waving frantically to get your attention. It's when you follow their line of sight do you understand why.

Three stories high you spot the outlines of glass panels that line the edges of the balcony, only to your horror, many of them were teetering precariously off of their hinges with no hopes of hanging on because seconds later, their weight gives way and two of them begin to free fall.

Right above you.

You hear rather than see the first one crashing onto the pavement mere inches behind you, the sound much like that of rolling thunder that you can easily mistaken it as part of the stormy weather. You think you feel the pinpricks of glass shards spraying up to scratch your legs but all you can think is where was the second panel? You feel like you can't move your legs fast enough, so frazzled with your mind racing to barely process what is happening and eyes searching wildly but seeing nothing as if you've been blinded.

A chill runs through you then, an icy cold grip that holds you hostage and you wonder idly if this is how you're really going to die. A poor, unfortunate girl who met her demise because of some rotten luck and a freak accident.

And there it was again, that weightless feeling surrounding you, except now there's a distinct tugging as you feel yourself being pulled backwards. All at once, a flash of light goes off right in front of you, shimmering so brilliantly in an arc shape that it has you shutting your eyes, hands thrown up in protection and a gust of air whistles past your ears along with another resounding crash. It's so strong you momentarily feel the rain stop falling around you and you trip backwards, landing on your behind in a crumpled mess.

When you finally open your eyes, you're staring at a pile of frosted glass right where you had been standing, the glittering shards curving outward as if something had forced it away. You can't stop the tremors that shake through your body, breath coming out in short gasps.

What was that just now? There's no way that couldn't have hit you, you practically had a target marker right over your head for it.

Your head is spinning, barely hearing how a small crowd begins to gather around you, some approaching you while there are others who are on their phones, no doubt calling the fire department to report the incident. You're helped to your feet, are asked if you're injured and if you needed medical help, all of which you answer no thoughtlessly. You're more concerned with something else.

There's something else at work here; the first time you would've brushed it off as a trick of your mind but this time, it's just too coincidental. You swivel your head around, not even sure what you're looking for but you can't stop the traitorous surge in hope within you.

You nearly miss it.

Through the dispersing crowd you see two shadowy figures, concealed in the depths of an alley, so well hidden thanks to the darkness of the looming clouds and the still cascading rain. You stare with baited breath, watching the scene unfold as one of the figure grips the other in their hand, raising them until their feet dangled off the ground. They struggle uselessly and claw at the strong hold to no avail. Then, with an inhumane strength, they are slammed into the wall as if they were a rag doll. But to your shock, the crumpled body dissolves in a flurry of ashes and smoke, a few flickers of orange light seeping through before disappearing like dying embers on coal. You dare not take your eyes away, much less blink in fear of it being merely an illusion.

Yet the image before you doesn't fade, even though it seems like you're the only one who can see it. You watch the way the now lone figure struggles to remain upright, a hand reaching up to grasp at their head as if suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. It's then you realize they had been wearing a hood because the dark fabric falls away then, revealing to you a pale face you had not seen in so long.

“Jimin....” His name falls from your trembling lips in a mere whisper before you can stop yourself, breath caught in your throat and as if he had heard you, his gaze whips to your direction.

Your eyes lock on the familiar glow of crimson. Your heart lurches.

And then he takes off.

Panicked, you scramble to push past the few lingering bodies out of your way, feet kicking into a dead sprint, eyes never leaving his retreating back. You rush into the alley without a second thought, weaving and dodging the waste, dumpsters and other things that were lost and abandoned there. You're panting in your efforts to keep up, barely having time to call out to him but try as you might, you cannot hope to catch up to someone who's abilities far outweighs your own and after minutes of winding and sharp turns, you lose sight of him.

You come to a halt, lungs burning from exertion as your eyes dart this way and that but come up empty in what you're looking for. You curse loudly, distress taking over as you grab a fistful of your own hair. After the adrenaline begins to die down, you begin to take in your surroundings. So caught up in your pursuit of him, you failed to notice the unfamiliar streets you've ended up on. You don't know how far you've strayed, can't tell whether going up or down would be the best option in finding your way back but above all, you can't believe you let him slip from your grasp like that.

“Fuck....!” You hiss again, hands balling themselves into fists. The boiling anger makes you tremble more than the cold rain that begins to soak into you; anger at yourself for being so helpless, anger at Jimin for how distant he's become with no explanation. Were you not worth telling anything important to? The thought quells the anger to a hurt and the realization that your fears are more than likely to be true. Yet still, you don't want to confirm them, stubborn to deny it until you get answers – you needed proof. And the only way you're going to get that is to get to the bottom of it, no matter what. With nothing more to gain standing there, you reluctantly turn back to the way you came, mind frayed at the seams from all that has happened.

You don't make it two steps before someone grabs you and your screams are smothered by a hand.

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HyunHyun

Take pictures of your precious moments-- they last longer.

Memories were fleeting, but a photo could last for eternity, transcending the limits that human bodies faced and living for lifetimes.

Thus, as an actor, as an artist, and as a friend, Zen held an immense amount of respect for the work of Jihyun Kim, or as he called him, V. V was a rather modest, mellow, mild-mannered man, but one didn’t need to have an eye for composition to be able to tell from first glance that he was insanely talented. His photographs captured not only colors and figures, but emotions and energy. They touched so many hearts and minds, and it was that ability to strike deep into the core of a person that had actually led to V finding the love of his life.

Unfortunately, their fairy tale came to an abrupt ending, when sorrow and the sea swallowed Rika whole, leaving nothing but her memory, her photos, and her legacy.

Everyone in Rika’s Fundraising Association had taken a hit when Rika passed, but V had suffered the most of all. That was natural, that was expected-- the two of them had promised their lives to each other.

For the longest time, V had been unable to pick up his camera again, and he had withdrawn into his solitude and despair. The RFA had all struggled with how to handle him, how to help him, how to heal him. Only time could heal some wounds, but… surely they could at least extend their hands and show that they would be there for him, in the same way he had supported them in their lowest moments and brought them together?

V saved Zen’s life-- that was no overstatement. Zen would not be here today if not for V’s persistence, V’s dedication, V’s curiosity, V’s kindness. If V could bring him back from the brink of a physical demise, then as his friend… didn’t Zen have a duty to bring him back from his own spiritual death?

These were the thoughts swirling in the young actor’s head as he stood at V’s doorstep, a bouquet of daffodils in one hand and a 6-pack of beer in the other. He had hit a personal roadblock in his own career; while he had managed to land a minor role in this latest play, he was struggling a lot with delivering his lines. Memorization was rarely a problem for him, but he was having an unusual amount of difficulty grasping the tone and the character that he desired. A lovelorn man was nothing new, but a lovelorn man who was lusting after his taken best friend? How much desperation should he employ, and how much support should he balance with it? He had to strike that precarious balance between desire and restraint, between yearning and withdrawing, between lust and level-headedness. Imagine being in love with your best friend!

Zen hadn’t even had a girlfriend since he could remember. He was dating his job, in a sense. This harsh reality only made the time he spent with his friends even more valuable.

Therefore, even though he was going to be working while he was with V, using V to recite his lines, he was still rather excited to stay overnight. V’s house was a considerable distance from his, over by the sea; why did artists have to live in such bizarre, eclectic places?

At least he had brought some beer to help them unwind when they were done.

As the white-haired young man rapped on the door, he was a little afraid of what kind of state he would find V in. Some days, he seemed to be calm and collected; other days, he was completely lost in his thoughts, and his eyes looked so misted and faraway, as if he could hardly see what was directly in front of him. Would V be at peace, or would he be tormented, when he came to the door?

The sea-blue eyes that greeted him twinkled like aquamarines. The pale face before him was aglow like the sun. The smile that greeted him was warmer than a hearth.

“Hyun.” Even his voice felt lighter than usual, like he were breathing fresh air instead of trying not to swallow water. “It’s a pleasure to see you. Thank you for coming all this way.” As refined and polite as ever, but still somehow… more casual. More relaxed. More… at ease.

“You’re the one doing me a favor,” Zen reminded him with a small chuckle. “The pleasure is mine, V. I rarely get to see you these days. How have you been holding up?”

A dark shadow flitted across his gaze, albeit briefly. “I’ve been… better,” he confessed, and he rubbed the back of his head a little sheepishly. He then ran his hand through his bangs--he had allowed his hair to grow out ever since losing Rika a few months prior, and his minty bangs now reached his chin. Getting a closer look at him now, Zen contemplated making a note to bring V some of his special shampoo; he shouldn’t let beautiful hair like that get either too greasy or dried out from improper treatment. “I’ve really been looking forward to seeing you, though,” he added, probably hoping to lighten the mood and alleviate Zen’s concerns.

Zen was still going to worry--he had a bit of a mother hen’s nature--but he would try to keep himself in check and not dote on V too much. They were friends, equals, companions. And besides, V was someone whom Zen respected immensely. Someone whose artistry, and whose beauty (both inside and out), rivaled his own. “I understand,” Zen told him with a puff of his chest. “I’d be excited to see me, too.” He gave his friend a flirty wink and his trademark smile that he flashed to his adoring fans.

If he had done that to Yoosung, the blond boy would have probably complained. If he had done that to Jaehee, the young woman probably would have melted. If he had done that to Seven, the mischievous hacker probably would have winked back. If he had done that to Jumin, the trust fund kid probably would have rolled his eyes.

He wasn’t sure what he had expected from V, but it certainly wasn’t the soft blush on his cheeks and the small giggle that escaped his thin lips. “Never change, Hyun,” he murmured, and then he returned a slight smile of his own, with his upturned mouth and small dimples shining brighter than the sun.

Oh. That’s why Rika had called him her sun.

“R-right,” Zen mumbled as he entered with a respectful bow. After he kicked off his shoes, he turned to V to ask him where to put the beer. “Hey, I brought these for later. Where should I put--”

Why was V gazing at him so intently?

“Yes, you’ll be perfect for this,” he declared at last with a firm nod and a slam of his fist into his open palm. “Hyun, I… Will you accept my apology?”

Always so considerate of others. He was apologizing before Zen even knew what reason he had to be sorry. “Tell me what’s going on, first,” the actor insisted. “I just got here. You haven’t done anything wrong here, or quite frankly, anything wrong that I can remember.” Was this an old wound that V wanted to close? An unresolved situation that needed closure? Zen tried to sort through the jumbled memories in his mind; V had never done anything to truly upset him. He had gone silent and pulled himself away from the RFA for a while, but Zen wasn’t about to chide him for how he chose to cope with his grief.

Zen, after all, had been prone to taking extreme, dramatic actions when he was feeling emotionally charged, too.

“I promise, we will practice your lines,” V continued, as Zen tried to piece together the different elements of what he was saying. “I have a request first, though, if you would be willing to indulge me.”

A request? Zen raised his eyebrows, but he found himself nodding nonetheless. He had no reason to doubt V, to question him, to suspect him. “Whatever you need,” he promised, with another quick wink and a snap of his fingers. “Let me guess. You needed an otherworldly beauty to model for you, right?” He propped one leg up onto V’s dining room table and leaned forward with one arm leaning against his knee, as if he were a ship captain looking out at the sea. “I understand. God made a mistake when creating me, so nobody else quite compares.” Of course, he knew that couldn’t be the case. As far as he knew, V rarely picked up his camera these days, if he even took pictures at all. When Rika died, his muse had died, too. His creative spirit, his inspiration, his drive, his passion… they weren’t necessarily dead, but they were on emergency life support. Zen wasn’t sure what kind of presence, what kind of power would be able to spur V to take photographs once again. He eagerly awaited that day, though.

“You’re exactly right.”

Zen didn’t even realize his mouth had fallen agape until V walked up to him, one hand outstretched to gently cup his chin and clamp his jaw shut. “You’re a marvel, Hyun. I… I’ve been thinking about what drew her to you in the first place.” His voice dropped, choked for a second, when he mentioned his former fiancee. But he kept speaking, pushing forward. “It wasn’t just your looks. It wasn’t just your talent. It wasn’t just your charisma. It was…” He furrowed his brow, as though searching for the proper words to describe what was on his mind. “Your aura.”

Aura?

Burning blue met confused crimson as V stared intently into Zen’s eyes. “You exude an aura of kindness, but also one of intensity. You’re naturally gifted, but you also work remarkably hard. You have a relaxed, likeable, comforting quality to you that draws people in, but when you get immersed in your work, you’re serious, stern, and disciplined.” His fingertips slid down Zen’s neck to his shoulders, and the tender touch sent a shiver racing through Zen’s spine. Was… V always like this when he got into work mode? This was a side of the photographer that he had never seen.

Why did a voice in the back of Zen’s mind whisper to him, “Did Rika ever see this side?”

“You’re a star, Zen, even if you don’t see it yet.” Now V gave him a pat on the shoulder and took a step back. “I want to help you see it, and perhaps expose others to your light as well.” He turned to a bag on his couch and shuffled around for a moment before withdrawing an exquisite camera-- one of the fancy ones that Zen only ever saw paparazzi use. “Would you allow me the honor?”

Only one possible response came to Zen’s brain and to his tongue:

“The honor is all mine.”

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A can in one man’s hand, a glass in the other man’s grip.

While Zen guzzled beer, of his wine V would take a small sip.

A flick of a white ponytail, a shake of minty bangs.

When these two became tipsy, musical numbers they sang.

As their lips became loose, their thoughts began to spill as well.

Some words, some secrets, some things they never had meant to tell.

V was weaker to his wine, and so he was first to speak,

And the sentence he uttered made Zen’s tender heart grow weak.

“I’ve always admired you, though for a while ‘twas from afar.

You have always had the radiance of a shining star.

At first I was jealous of the way Rika admired you,

Until I realized that I felt the same way she did, too.”

He put his glass down on the table, and then bowed his head.

“I was afraid to ask you to model, so full of dread.

Imagine my delight when you agreed with a whole heart.”

And that’s when he moved a bit closer, giving Zen a start.

“I want to remember this day, the time we spent as friends.”

Why did that word seem to rip Zen’s heart into little shreds?

Hyun and Jihyun were friends, and dear to each other for sure,

But would it be a crime if the two of them wanted more?

Zen put his own drink down, then turned to face V’s minty eyes.

“Say what you’re thinking,” he demanded, much to V’s surprise.

“You always hold back, and today I was happy to see

That you were unafraid to ask for a favor from me.”

V looked hesitant, then finally emitted a sigh.

“Promise not to leave me? Promise not to bid me good-bye?”

Zen reached forward and planted his porcelain hand atop V’s.

With his signature wink, he gave his friend’s hand a firm squeeze.

“I shouldn’t speak, not when Rika’s memory is still fresh.

But I’m bearing a large sin that I think I must confess.”

Zen tilted his head to the side, but gave V a brisk nod.

He wanted to hear this confession, no matter how odd.

“Rika was my first love, the light of my entire life.

But life goes on, despite our ongoing turmoil and strife.

If Rika was my sun, then I must find another star.

And it appears to me that I needn’t search very far.”

Before Zen could question what the mint-haired man’s words could mean,

In towards Zen’s face, the photographer started to lean.

A peck on the lips, a delicate brush of skin on skin.

This was V’s secret, this was the young man’s heavy burden.

V tried to pull away as quickly as he had appeared,

And him leaving was the thing Zen discovered he most feared.

So the actor pushed forth, biting onto V’s rosy lips.

He scooted a tad closer, with a shuffle of his hips.

One might have imagined the kiss tasted of beer and wine,

But on the contrary, it was of a flavor divine.

The tastes of elegant mint and a hearty red bean bun.

A flavor that was mature, but in a way, also fun.

Edges of salt and smoke coated this unexpected kiss,

One marred by sorrow but also decorated with bliss.

When the two finally were forced to breathe and break apart,

They were of two bodies, but now bore only one shared heart.

“I…” V began, but his usually level voice trailed off.

“I think you should go,” he whispered, his voice eerily soft.

Zen jumped to his feet, ready to spit out many protests.

But judging from V’s expression, he now needed to rest.

“Thanks for helping me with my character,” Zen said at last.

“I’m sure I’ll remember this day when the stage comes to pass.”

And with a fond farewell, V waved to his friend as he left.

But as Zen closed the door behind him, his heart felt bereft.

His fingers traveled to his lips, where he still felt V’s touch.

Maybe the actor had just walked in there wanting too much.

“Take a picture to preserve moments,” is what he’d been told,

but no photo would last as long as this memory would.

#hi I'm here for the birthday boy #zen #hyun ryu #jihyun kim #v #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #fanfiction #yes i wrote a poem figHT ME

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mrs-han · 4 years

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Hello!! I see your request is open, so i was wondering could you write about jumin finding out that mc has a self harm scars? And she’s been trying not to relapse into her old habit but she’s having a hard time so it’s the only thing she can think of? Im sorry for my bad english 😅 and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay! Don’t force yourself to write it. Thank you, oh and also i like your writings a lot! Have a good day :)

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You’re too sweet, thank you so much for your request! This deals with some fairly upsetting topics!

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The delicate georgette sheen from your onyx long-sleeved dress rubbed harshly against your slashed arms. Of all times to relapse, this was the worst - Jumin was a guest of honor at a new hotel inauguration, and of course, he brought you along.

Palms sweating, you pasted a friendly smile towards every patron in attendance. Frankly, you were overjoyed with your husband’s success. But with you having issues of your own... it was difficult to be in a celebratory mood.

“Mrs. Han!” A sponsor quickly made his way towards you, bringing with him several other philanthropists. Anxious, you tugged the hem of your sleeve down, experiencing a sharp pain and a subtle ooze of liquid.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you,” the older gentleman beamed, hand extended towards you. “I am Tanaka Sato, a close partner of your husband.”

Again, you plastered a fake smile across your mouth. You reached over to shake his hand and shuddered as pain radiated through your right arm. Unconsciously, you tugged at your sleeve. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tanaka.”

“It seems he has chosen a new aesthetic, entirely separate of C&R’s minimalistic design. Are you the inspiration behind this?” A chirpy young woman chimed in.

“I always consult with my wife before making any major decisions,” Jumin spoke affectionately, resting his hand on your waist and lightly tugging you close to him. “This project has been hers as much as it has been mine.”

Several of the woman blushed and whispered amongst themselves as the men took a subtle step back, aware of the power both you and Jumin exuded.

If only you felt as powerful as you looked.

“Jumin?” You flashed him a subtle look of desperation. “I need to freshen up, where’s the restroom?”

“Come with me, my love. Excuse us,” he smiled, his eyes bright and full of fondness for you, ignoring everyone else.

It still confused you, how he could look at you with so much love in his eyes. A whirlwind of emotion ravaged your stomach and chest every time he did it. Were you deserving? Certainly not. But he continued to gaze at you with more tenderness than Cupid’s gaze upon Psyche.

“Are you well?” He asked, the strong acoustic voice that overpowered the venue twenty minutes ago now a low, effete tone.

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I couldn’t find the bathroom, but I’ll be out in a minute or two! Go back to your guests!”

A lie was difficult to get past Han Jumin. But he kissed your temple and squeezed your arm - and you held back a mighty yelp.

There was a first time for everything.

“I’ll be waiting for you by the grand piano,” he hummed. “Take your time.”

After watching his withdrawing figure, you pushed the door to the ladies’ room open, flew to a stall and caught your breath before slowly unbuttoning the diamond buttons on your sleeves. Pain greeted you instantly as the cuts on your wrists throbbed unbearably, each laceration making up a heartbeat on their own.

Easing the sleeves up further, you winced. Dull maroon meshed with bright red, old droplets of blood met new. Unforgiving gashes punished you mercilessly, each slice reminding you of how stupid it was to relapse now, when things were so good. Why now? You were so beloved. So cherished. You had no goddamn reason to do this to yourself.

Choking back sobs, you recklessly pushed the stall door open and turned the faucet on. The water cold, you shoved your arms under and bit your lip, desperate to keep from crying out. Determined to keep your scars from discharging anymore blood, you scrubbed with the flat of your hand. The white of the porcelain sink and marble countertops, illuminated by the overhead lights, was now stained with red hues. You had to hurry before someone else came in - everyone knew your face. Anyone could report what they saw to Jumin, especially...

“MC?”

Jaehee.

Tears blurring your vision, you looked towards the door. Her eyes wide, she stood there, processing the scene before her. Hands shaking, you turned the faucet off and, trembling, faced her with what little courage you had left.

She continued to stand there, speechless. You had presented a fairly complicated situation to her, no doubt. Finally, she pressed her hand to the door. “There you are... I will let Mr. Han know.”

“No!” You bellowed. “Please, don’t!”

Conflicted, Jaehee hesitated. “Those cuts... they look serious. It’s best that I —”

“Jaehee,” you pleaded, tears falling down your chin. “Please. I’m begging you, don’t tell Jumin.”

Jaehee’s brows creased. “But MC... he’s worried about you. He’s been standing by the piano for over twenty minutes and now he is sending others to look for you... myself included.”

Overwhelmed and angry as more blood leaked from your opened gashes, you shouted at her. “He can’t see me like this!! Look at me!! Look!!”

Jaehee blinked and flinched slightly.

“I look disgusting!! My arms hurt, I... I can’t face him like this, Jaehee... please —”

“Have you found her, Assistant Kang?”

You didn’t have time to shield yourself. Jumin stepped through the threshold and froze in place. Completely exposed and frozen with fear, you stood before your husband like a deer in headlights.

A single drop of water falling into the ceramic of the sink was the only sound that could be heard.

“Leave us,” Jumin spoke to Jaehee, his voice trembling ever so slightly - his power slipping from him.

Obedient to the end, Jaehee agreed - leaving you stranded.

“What is this,” Jumin demanded, power seeping back to his voice.

You trembled. “Jumin...”

He moved closer to you. “Who did this to you?”

What did he mean...? His eyes trembled, moving back and forth between your arms and your eyes. Did he... not believe you could have done this to yourself? Did he not want to...?

You hung your head shamefully. There was no going back from this, no more hiding from him anymore. You felt mortified, embarrassed that he could see you like this. If only you could turn back time and...

“Give me your arm.”

You flinched - he was already so close to you and you didn’t hear him move. Refusing to look at him, you limply lifted your arm - his hand took hold, making you wince.

He turned the faucet on and ran his hand through the water, checking it’s temperature. “Come closer to the sink,” he hummed, easing you closer to the sink with his other hand on your lower back.

You shuddered as your husband cupped cool water over your wounds. His fingers stroked your burning cuts, making you wince and twitch - but he remained kind and gentle throughout.

What bothered you more than anything was his silence.

He remained focused - but quiet. Hot tears flooded your vision - he would think of you differently now. He could think you were crazy, or he would put you away in a mental ward. He wouldn’t want you anymore, not after this.

The silence dragged, second to second, minute to minute. Jumin patted your arm dry, still saying nothing.

“Jumin...” your voice trembled. “I... I —”

“Give me your other arm,” he spoke, a commanding yet tender tone overtaking his voice.

“Jumin...”

His eyes met with yours and you trembled under the weight of his sorrow. “Talk to me, darling. Please talk to me.”

You moved your hand over your mouth. What were you supposed to say...?

Jumin swallowed thickly. “Are you... are you unhappy with me?”

“No, no Jumin, not at all...!”

“Then...” he took a step toward you, cradling your elbows in the palms of his hand. “... talk to me. Dearest, these wounds look fresh... days old.”

“I...” you leaned against the sink, your legs wobbling. “There are days when... when I’m the happiest person in the world because I have a wonderful life... and I have you, you who loves me more than life itself... and yet... there are days when I’m so sad, so miserable with my own existence that I... I take my misery out on myself.”

Jumin’s thumbs stroked your abrasions, his touch so gentle that you lost any will to contain your tears. You leaned into him, hands close to your chest, and you wept.

“Come here,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you firmly against him. “I’m here, darling. I’m here.”

“Of course you are,” you whispered. “You’ve always been here...”

He cradled your face in his hands, wiping your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “I want to help you, darling.” His blinked and you gasped as tears rolled down his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Jumin...”

He clutched your hands desperately, as if you would disappear without a moment’s notice. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll sit with you and we can come up with a plan for you to stop hurting yourself. I’ll shorten my schedule at work just to hear your troubles, my love. I’ll do anything, so please. Don’t leave me. Whatever is plaguing you, we can fight it together... I won’t ever leave you to fight on your own, so please. Please.”

His knuckled whitened. His hands trembled. For the first time since you met him, you witnessed your husband so desperate to keep you by his side... and you realized that you weren’t alone anymore. For the first time in a long time, you felt a link in the chains that subdued you break and shatter... all because he loved you and wanted to help you.

No he couldn’t banish your demons all together. You didn’t expect him to. But at least this time... you weren’t alone.

“Thank you,” you pipped. “I only wish you found this out later, rather than... here, now, at this very moment. I’m afraid I ruined a really important night for you...”

Jumin carefully kissed your scarred wrist. “No businessman nor any proposition will take precedent over you, my love. Now... let’s finish cleaning you up, mm?”

Through tears, you cracked your first genuine smile of the evening. “Okay.”

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #Thank you for your request!#Lilac blooms remind me of the scent of your perfume ~

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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Home || Jumin x MC - One shot

genre: angst, some fluff.

summary: You are staying at Jaehee’s after Jumin did something that made you really angry. While staying there, you start feeling sick and end up at the hospital. What you first thought was nothing to worry about, quickly turns into a nighmare that could change your relationship.

warnings: not graphic, but the story discusses blood and miscarriage

You weren’t really broken up.

Not really. Your things were still at the penthouse and you really weren’t planning on picking them up, but you were still mad at him. Until you could work those feelings out, the best way to avoid your boyfriend for a while. Thankfully, Jaehee had been kind enough to let you crash on her couch. It wasn’t really uncomfortable, but it smelt funny. You thought it was because of Jaehee’s habit of snacking while watching Zen’s musicals. Maybe there were some crumbles between the pillows, because every time you woke up, you were so disgusted by the smell it made your head twirl.

You loved Jumin. You really did, but you couldn’t help being so angry with him. You wanted you go to the penthouse, talk to him about what happened and fix things up, but you knew you couldn’t do this if you were still as angry and resentful as you were. You needed a couple of days away to melt down your rage and also to teach Jumin the weight of his actions.

That day, you were having breakfast on the kitchen table as you read some news on your Twitter feed. Jaehee had already gone to C&R, asking you if you wanted to send Jumin a message. You knew it wasn’t she didn’t want you there, but she had mentioned Jumin looked restless, more irritated and didn’t have the capacity to focus as much as he did before. You told her, yet again, you didn’t have anything to tell him. She nodded, pursing her lips and went to work.

When you finished eating breakfast, you decided to help a little by cleaning the house. You put on your headphones and started sweeping the living room. Just as you were almost done with it, a known song started playing, making you stop your movements to listen to it. Obviously Je Te Veux by Erik Satie had to come up on your playlist while you were trying your best at being mad with the man who had presented that song to you.

“Fuck you, Jumin Han” you muttered as you started sweeping more angrily than before.

You knew he hadn’t meant to hurt you, but he had. You knew it was part of his work, but maybe it shouldn’t be anymore. Or maybe… maybe you could adapt to it? You didn’t know what was the right answer. And when you knew it, you would return to Jumin’s apartment, if he’d still have you. A knot formed on your throat. Yeah, he would take you back. You were sure.

Almost sure.

As you were done with sweeping, you started cleaning the bathroom. That was when you first felt wetness between your legs. You checked the date and realized it was your period. Thankfully, Jaehee’s bathroom was equipped with pads, so you had no problem with washing your panties and putting a pad on a fresh pair. You kept doing the cleaning, thankfully not having any cramps yet. Half an hour later, you went to the kitchen, where you started washing all the dishes and putting everything in its place. You went to the bathroom again and realized there was a medium sized blood clot resting on your pad. You furrowed your eyebrows. You hadn’t experienced anything like that before, well, at least not a clot that big. It was probably the size of your thumb. You changed pads again, also noticing you were having a heavier period than usual.

You went back to cleaning, but an hour after that, you went to the bathroom again to find yourself in the same situation. This time, you knew something was wrong. But you didn’t like the idea of going to a hospital. Yes, your period was definitely heavier than usual but that didn’t mean it was worth a hospital visit. You changed pads, trying not to notice the clot was bigger this time.

Half an hour later, your pad was fully damped again. You felt like calling Jaehee, but that would mean Jumin would have to know about her hospital visit and you didn’t feel like seeing him in that moment. Especially not in this vulnerable moment. You changed your pad again and stuffed some more in your purse. As you were leaving Jaehee’s apartment, you took out your phone and sent a voice message to Zen, avoiding using the RFA messenger app.

“Hey, I’m… I’m okay but I’m going to the hospital. I’m a little scared?” you laughed nervously, hopping on the elevator. “Uhm, I’m having… how should I put this?”

You forgot how awkward it was for you to talk about your period with someone else. And a part of you thought maybe Zen wasn’t the right person after all. He was, after all, someone who wanted to present himself like a knight in shining armor, waiting to rescue their princess. And princesses didn’t talk about period or blood clots.

But fuck it.

“I’m bleeding a lot heavier than usual. Like, a lot. And I’m scared, so I’m going to the emergency room. Just… please tell me everything’s fine?” you added in a small voice.

You sent the message and hopped on a cab. A few minutes later, you received a text that simply read: “Which hospital?”

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“I hate to say this, but maybe you should have gone to that clinic that is a partner of C&R” Zen muttered, letting out a sigh. “They would have called you earlier”

“I hate you for saying that as well” you replied, shifting on your seat.

It had been an hour and a half and you were still on the waiting room and of course, you were still bleeding. It wasn’t the best hospital in town, but you didn’t want to cause a scene in a hospital or clinic C&R had a relationship with. You didn’t want to take the chance of having someone call Jumin and let him know you were there. But you had already gone through two changes already and you were afraid you were going to stain your clothes.

No, not really. The reason you were starting to freak out was because you knew what could be a cause of heavy bleeding. You didn’t want to think it was an option, but you knew there was a possibility it was a miscarriage. You swallowed thick, not wanting to entertain that option. You were young, even younger than Jumin, it didn’t make sense you were suddenly having a miscarriage. You weren’t even sure you had been pregnant. You couldn’t be-- your period wasn’t even late and you weren’t showing any symptoms of pregnancy, you would have noticed if you--

Suddenly, the memory of waking up to a smelly couch made you tense up. What if it really wasn't smelly? What if it was some sort of mild morning sickness? And maybe your bleeding was not actually your period, just an horrid coincidence on that day your body had decided to have a miscarriage. You felt your knee going up and down, not being able to do anything about it.

“MC” Zen insisted. “I can’t take this anymore, we need to go to St. Claire’s. I know it’s owned by C&R but there’s a reason the trust-fund kid always goes there, they treat him like royalty. And you’re whiter than when we first got here. I don’t know what’s going on with you but please, at least let a doctor see you. We need to get out of here” he insisted.

“No. They’re gonna call me any moment now”

“Fuck, MC…” Zen sighed, a hand going through his hair. “I don’t know what happened between you and Jumin, but this is your health that’s at stake. So, listen to me”.

Would Jumin take you back now that you were probably having a miscarriage? Would he blame her? Of course it-- it wasn’t her fault if that was the case but… how would he take it? Would he close himself, not letting her be a part of the grieving? Would he send her back, not wanting to be reminded of having lost his unborn child every time he looked at her?

You realized you were crying when you felt Zen taking your hand into his. You quickly wiped your face with the back of your hand, trying to hide how scared you actually were.

“Jumin, I’m with MC at the hospital downtown” you turned your head quickly at Zen’s voice and shook your head, trying to make him stop. “We’ve been waiting too long for a doctor, but…” you unsuccessfully tried to take away his phone. “Stop” Zen warned you. He went back to his phone call, “We’re going to St. Claire’s, tell them MC is on the way and she needs a doctor right now”.

Zen made a pause while you hid your face on your hands, hating how the situation had gone out of control. “Yes, send an ambulance. She’s not critical but she’s too weak for me to take her on my motorcycle”. Zen hung up his phone and helped her stand up, leaving the emergency room and heading towards the hospital entrance.

“Why would you do that?” you complained, taking your arm away from Zen, but still walking alongside him. “I told you I didn’t want him involved in this!”

“Look, babe, sorry but I wished you could look at yourself. You’re really pale, you’re losing more and more blood and while I hate that Jumin practically bought a clinic just so he didn’t have to wait, I don’t care if it means you’re getting that treatment too”.

You sighed and nodded, defeated. You were surprised you hadn’t felt dizzy or felt any sort of pain since all this nightmare had started. You just felt anxious about the possible miscarriage you could be having.

Ten minutes later, an ambulance from St. Claire’s clinic arrived at the front of the hospital. You reluctantly entered the ambulance, the paramedics asking you thousand of questions and already connecting you to some machines to see how you were doing. Zen told you he was going to follow the ambulance with his motorcycle, only obtaining a nod as an answer from you.

You explained your situation to the paramedics, who asked you to lay down so you could rest until you arrived to the clinic. There was a woman who had the softest voice and assured you you were doing just fine, but they could see what was exactly the problem once you arrived to the clinic. She kept trying to engage in conversation with you, trying to ease your mind about everything.

“Is it… a miscarriage?” you asked in a soft voice. The woman pursed her lips and you felt yourself breaking a little.

“We don’t know yet. We’ll know once we get there, don’t worry” she said.

She kept talking, trying to ease you but you couldn’t listen anything further than they didn’t know if you was losing your child or not. You didn’t care about anything else.

Before you thought, the ambulance came to a stop and when they opened the doors, you recognized the two tall men standing in front on the ambulance, one with black hair the the other one with silver hair.

You escaped from Jumin’s gaze, but perfectly heard him questioning the paramedics what was wrong with you. You didn’t understand a lot of what they were saying, but you did get to hear “gynecorrhagia”. What a wonderful way to put a name to something just so they didn’t have to say they didn’t know what caused it.

The paramedics helped you sit on a wheelchair and you were rushed into the clinic. Not even a minute later, you were in front of the gynecologist office. You heard the nurse explain to Zen and Jumin that he was the head of the Gynecology Department, and that they were prepping the room for you. You heard your boyfriend make further questions but even though his tone was firm and stern, you could tell how his voice wavered just a bit on the end of his sentences. He was scared. Maybe because he also knew what it could mean?

“The doctor’s ready for you” you head the nurse say to you, making you snap your head to her direction, startled. You nodded and you felt her wheeling you to the office. You looked around, seeing you were in a small hall rather than an office. You were helped out of your chair and once again, you felt yourself completely wet with blood. The nurse guided you to a small bathroom and gave you a hospital robe, instructing you to change into it.

Once in the bathroom, you took the chance of cleaning yourself up before changing into the robe. You looked at yourself in the mirror and realized Zen was right: you were in fact very pale. You washed your hands thoroughly and got out of the bathroom, where the nurse was waiting for you.

“I’m scared of staining these” you confessed, following the nurse to another door, presumably the actual doctor’s office.

“Don’t be, please. You’re going through a hard time, don’t think about that. Besides, those are disposable” she explained with a soft smile. You smiled back. “Do you wish anyone to accompany you inside the office?” she asked, before opening the door.

In that situation, honestly you couldn’t think why it was even an option. There was only one person you wanted by your side in that moment.

When you entered the office, the doctor smiled warmly at you and showed you to the examination gurney. She started asking you questions about everything, her soothing voice calming your nerves. You heard a knock on the door and then the nurse’s voice announcing Jumin was there. Thanking the gurney was not in front of the door and you were covered from shoulders to knees, you turned your head towards the door, looking at an awkward Jumin standing there, waiting for an indication.

“Hey” you muttered softly. Jumin looked at you, and for the first time, you could see how scared he was. He was doing his best at trying to hide it, but the way his legs were shifting his weight and how he was incessantly twisting his own fingers gave him away. “Come here” you said, holding out a hand for him. He walked to you, standing on your side while the doctor turned on one of her machines and put on a pair of gloves. Jumin took your hand and you squeezed it, trying to calm both of you.

The doctor warned you, but you still felt some discomfort when you felt the head of the ultrasound scanner entering you. You saw some incomprehensible black and white figures on the screen, wondering if you were supposed to see something.

“Well, I don’t see anything” she commented, making you heart sink.

“I lost it?” you quickly asked, your voice breaking down. Your hold on Jumin’s hand tightened and so did his, but you couldn’t bear to look at him in the eye yet.

“Lost? No, don’t worry. You didn’t have a miscarriage. The blood they took from you on the ambulance shows you weren’t pregnant at all” she explained. You felt your soul return to your body and pulled Jumin’s hand in front of your mouth, pressing light kisses to the back of his hand, whispering soft nothings, almost like a thankful prayer.

“So why did she…?” Jumin asked, his voice more neutral now.

“It was probably an hormonal imbalance” the doctor said, removing carefully the scanner. “Right now I’m going to ask for some IV for her so the bleeding stops. Then we’re going to do an exam on her hormonal levels so we can recommend some medicine in case she needs it”.

“Just like that? She’s… okay? She’s been bleeding all morning” Jumin interfered. You knew he did it out of worry, like a part of him wanted to be entirely sure you were healthy.

“The woman’s body is full or mysteries, Mr. Han” the doctor commented. “I’ve seen this before. In most women’s, is a once in a lifetime scenario, and they never present that problem again. Some may not even need medicine on the long run, but I’m still going to order every exam I can think of so we make sure she’s completely fine” she assured him.

You turned around and looked at Jumin, who still didn’t look convinced.

“Jumin” you said, his eyes looking right into yours. “I’m okay. You can rest now”. He pressed a kiss on the top of your forehead while you kissed his hand again. You felt incredibly happy to have him by your side, knowing you hadn’t lost anything and neither of you were going through that kind of pain.

The doctor excused herself, leaving the room as she gave the nurse some instructions you thought were about the IV she had mentioned.

“When the IV’s done… I want to come back to the penthouse” you said softly, looking at Jumin’s hand. You felt him chuckle and softly moved your chin so you could look at him. God, why did he have to look so handsome?

“Yes, of course. We’ll return home after this”

You felt your cheeks heating at the thought of the penthouse being ‘home’ for both of them.

“But…” you started. You smile on Jumin’s face wavered a little, but still let you continue. “I still don’t like when those women flirt at you. I know it’s part of your job and I know it’s not like you flirt with them, but it still hurt when I saw that woman with her hand on your arm, trying to gain something”

“I used to do that. A lot, I… I always let women invested in the corporate world to flirt with me when there was something for C&R to gain. I would, at best, use some gentleman mannerisms to keep that going. But I don’t think that’s something I want to keep doing” Jumin stated. He brought closer both of your hands and kissed the back of your hand, making you smile. “I’ve already told you I want to marry you. I agreed to your request about waiting at least a year before I officially ask you, but I can’t see how I would change my mind. With each day that goes by, I am only reassured with my desire to make you my wife. But I didn’t take your feelings into consideration with the way I used to run deals. I like to believe I’ve made my work known in C&R enough to stop using antique ways to make deals go through instead of trusting my negotiating abilities. MC, I can promise I won’t do that again”.

“Thank you” you smiled. “Now, please kiss me”

Jumin didn’t wait long before bending down and kissing you softly on the lips. Not being able to kiss that man for almost two weeks was definitely torture, not something you’d ever want to be without again. You were five months into the year you had asked Jumin to wait, but if he kept being such an extraordinary man like this, you were seriously thinking about cutting that time in half.

Once he stood up again, you noticed a playful smile on his lips.

“Now that you mention it, you called Zen before calling me?” he asked, arching one eyebrow.

“Hey, want me to go back to Jaehee’s?” you threatened playfully, making him chuckle.

The nurse returned to the room and helped you stand up, giving you a fresh robe for you to change.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Better” you admitted. You looked back at Jumin and smiled. “But right now I just want to go home”.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #jumin x you #mysme jumin #mm jumin #mystic messenger imagines

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kirishwima · 4 years

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what pisses off the RFA, or what makes them go T_T ?

ohh its good ol' angst time i see

YOOSUNG:

* When it comes to fears, things that twist his heart like thorns on a rose, the one thing that comes to mind is death.

* His first true experience with death and loss was when he lost Rika, and we all saw how much that affected him; it got him thinking of what it's like to die, what comes next, it makes him wonder if he's lived a life worth living and when he realizes he has done nothing of what he wanted to he panics, cries even

* When it comes to anger, what upsets him like no other are lies, or having his kindness being mistaken for naivety. He's a cheerful guy, he's gentle and caring; but he's not an idiot, and you'd be a fool to treat him as such.

* When people take advantage of his kindness he'll show them a face they've never seen before-long gone is sweet happy Yoosung and in his place comes a menace, his gaze ice cold and his words dripping venom.

ZEN:

* He likes to play at being a 'macho man', even though he too acknowledges the faults of toxic masculinity, even if he falls into some of its traps. Yet his biggest fear isn't to not be perceived as manly. No, his fear is to be acknowledged.

* What does that mean? You ask and you're right, it's very vague phrasing. For me at least, Zen seems to always be putting up an act (especially in other routes except his own); he's so scared of letting true emotions show, to expose himself for who he really is that he tries to pull a facade, be it over exaggerating and focusing on his beauty to flat out avoiding conversations so as to not show his cards, his isnecurities. He's afraid of being seen.

* As for what pisses him off, well...Jumin obviously lmao

* Nah, what really angers him like no other is greed and convinience. He hates being handed things, can't stand to be coddled. He needs to know he's earned his place and victories through his hard work and hard work alone. If he sees people taking advantage of the system, using priveleges others aren't privy to and then pretending they got to where they are on their own he WILL expose them for the idiots they really are lol

JAEHEE:

((friendly reminder that i havent plaged her route in a long while so these are mainly observations from other routes))

* She likes to pretend nothing truly fazes her, but truly Jaehee takes things to heart much more than one would think. That's also exactly why she's built up walls for herself, afraid of letting anyone else in because...what if they hurt her? What if they don't like what they find once she lets them in? ...what if they leave?

* Of course the death of her parents impacted her like no other event, and losing loved ones in a flash like that is jarring, especially at a young age; so Jaehee's always afraid of people getting too close, and worse-of people leaving.

* As for anger, she HATES being taken advantage of. Similarly to Yoosung, but the main difference is that it's not her kindness people tend to take advantage of, but her capabilities and resilience. People think she's a reliable wall, piling things atop of her without even once thinking she might break under the pressure.

* What's worse, is Jaehee will rarely if ever lash out in anger, or even at least tell people to stop. She lets them lean on her until she can't no more, and then she simply takes a step back away from them, becomes cold but never mean. It might just be that she doesn't know how to.

JUMIN:

* Yes yes, Jumin the 'robot' as Zen calls him does have feelings, and fears and worries-truly he might be more human beneath his cold exterior than any one person may ever truly know.

* Jumin's big flaw is that once he's attatched to someone, once he bonds with them, he'll be there for life. Even if the person he loves is to kick him to the ground, even if they hurt him and dispose him like a carcass, if he's with you he's with you 'till the end of the line. Jumin's fear is that he cares too much or not at all, and there's no inbetween.

* He's learnt to deal in extremes, and that's not a trait you can simply unlearn; moderation has never been a part of him, and he fears it never will. So he'll love, or he'll hate, but he'll never simply tolerate (even if he may sometimes make it seem that way).

* As for anger, there's very few things that infuriate Jumin. Or rather, it's that he bottles in his furstrations until much later on he reaches a tipping point, unlesshing all those grievances like breaking glass. For him to come to that point though, it takes a LOT.

* One thing that can and will anger him like no other, even to the point of being physically fighting, is seeing someone mistreat animals. He WILL throw hands don't test him just because he looks like a prim and proper gentleman. 😤

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* I mean...we all know Seven is in fact a bundle of insecurities and fears moulded into human form.

* His fears and worries are countless and they often keep him up at night; losing the ones he loves, being unable to help as people he cares about suffer, having others be put in an unfavorable situation because of him...oh wait these are all things that HAVE happened and he has gone through. No wonder this man is as closed off as he is.

* So yeah, he has a myriad of fears. But honestly, and this will sound cliche I know...his biggest fear is himself. Wether he's good enough, wether he's worthy of love, if it's okay for him to be cared for, they're all worries that choke his throat, making him push others away for their own sake. Teaching Saeyoung to accept himself, and him truly believing he's capable of being loved is a long hard process.

* When it comes to anger, well generally he's learnt to keep his cool under most situations given his training, but he will go feral if he sees anyone being abused under any form. Knowing what it's like to be a victim in your own house, to cower from the people that should be there to protect you-he'll fight for the victims with tooth and nail.

V/JIHYUN:

* Similarly to Seven V's a burrito of insecurities, with a stuffing of fears and worries.

* He'a afraid of hurting the ones he loves, afraid that he's too much, too little, not enough and overwhelming all at once. He's afraid of moderation, afraid he'll never be able to provide the love one needs as they need it.

* In truth, he's afraid of being abandoned, and this deeply rooted fear is the one that blooms the rest of his insecurities and worries. He's afraid that if he doesn't mould himself into exactly what the other person seeks, they'll leave him in search of something better. He's terrified of being alone.

* When it comes to anger, in the past as a young teen the slightest thing could infuriate him, and he'd freely voice his anger even if it hurt others. Nowdays though, mainly because of the aforementioned fears, he's learnt to handle his anger, and it's a feeling he rarely experiences.

* One thing that can anger him to no end though, is if you dare hurt or taunt the ones he loves. If you even look at the ones he cares for the wrong way, he'll point you with a glare so cold and sharp you can feel blood pool on the tip of your tongue.

* Don't mess with V's family. DON'T.

-send me mystic messenger headcanons for character reactions-

#i rly enjoyed writing this OwO #i love analysing characters lol it reminds me of essays in english lit which i LOVED SO MUCH aaa #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme prompts #mystic messenger prompts #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme zen #hyun ryu #jumin han #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #mysme v

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unwiltingblossom · 4 years

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Mine, Mine, Mine (JuminxMC, Mysme)

Summary: Jumin Han indulges her every urge. Sometimes, that makes her terribly spoiled.

This is heckin explicit. You’ve been warned.

were you ever like “gee there’s a lot of unreasonably possessive sexytime Jumin getting jealous over the MC but there’s nothing in the reverse?”

say no more, fam

Mine, Mine, Mine

Jumin Han is the last man that she should even possibly worry about straying from her.

There’s no reason for her to be jealous of anyone when he looked at the other women in his life - barring Assistant Kang - with barely concealed disdain. He's also simply too socially awkward to manage an affair even if he hit his head or gets drunk and suddenly decides he wanted to.

More than that, he gives her everything she can possibly want. Whenever she voices even a passing whim, whether or not she voices it intentionally, he immediately stops everything he's doing to try to please her.

Probably...it’s made her a bit spoiled.

It doesn’t bother him at all, and that doesn’t help her wicked indulgences and spoiled behavior. She never takes advantage of him, never asks for what she knows is too much from him, but she’d be lying if she claimed she's not still a bit spoiled, by his own design.

And so, when she sees a beautiful, glamorous woman standing too near to her husband, she can’t help the way jealousy flares up even despite all reason.

The woman is beautiful. Immaculate. Tarted up, an uncharitable part of her mind supplies. He is utterly unaffected, eyes devoid of any spark of even passing interest as she plastered herself all over him, arms gripping his, brazenly pressing his arm between prominently displayed breasts. She may well have not even been standing there for all he notices her. It's a credit to her determination that she forges onward despite that. He politely ignores her advances, instead talking animatedly about the business proposition that she’d approached him with in the first place. The woman is the daughter of some company head, and that company must be terribly sure they can get a better deal if they seduce the son of a noted womanizer. She must be so very secure in her wiles, thinking she can pry a married man out of his wife’s clutches in broad daylight.

It's all she can do not to leap at the woman from the doorway where she observes and just claw the woman’s face like some teenage girl in a comedy flick.

She doesn’t do it. But it's close.

Eventually, they come to some kind of agreement, and the woman reaches down to sign the paperwork in an awkward way designed to try to keep her cleavage plastered to his arm. When the woman throws a salacious wink at the director, she strikes. Not at the woman, fortunately. But it's close.

Instead, she pounces her husband, wrapping her arms around his other arm and tugging him firmly away from the harlot--woman. From the woman. She speaks in a voice that's too sweet as she drags her husband away (with a noted lack of resistance). “Oh, My Love~! There you are. Come with me now~”

Her husband stumbles over his words for a moment, and it's rather adorable. She lifts her chin, giving a little huff of pride, and makes sure to give the woman a look. A 'this is mine' look. If there's an unspoken 'bitch' punctuating that look, that just can't be helped.

She leads her husband out of the room by the hand, head held high. “Assistant Kang, won’t you finish up the paperwork with that lovely woman in there? My husband just had something important come up.”

Jaehee’s gaze flickers between their joined hands, their expressions, and then the woman in the room, before giving a soft sigh. “...I’ll shuffle around the meetings.”

Her husband’s voice is against her ear as they walked, deep and unfairly amused. “Are you jealous, my love?”

She glanced up at him over his shoulder, summoning a look that’s much too cute for her clearly unacceptable behavior. “Can’t I be?”

A smile altogether too sweet and loving for her being so inappropriate spreads across his lips, and his free hand reaches up to gently run along her jaw. “Please do. My wife should indulge herself completely.”

Oh, he spoils her too much.

Just, entirely too much.

It makes it that much harder to keep her cool and control on the impromptu ride home. That, and the fact that her dear husband has settled in close to her, arms curling around her, face in her neck. She'd feel guilty being even briefly jealous over a man so obviously devoted to her if she could think straight. If a woman exists who could think straight with Jumin Han kissing her neck, well...she wouldn't. She just wouldn't exist. She refuses to accept such a person can exist. The exotic and beautiful smell of his ludicrously expensive cologne fills her nose, the warmth of his lips and tongue spreads through her body to her heart, and that prickling, too-sweet, chemical smell of the other woman's perfume turns the warmth into a jealous burn that blooms violently in her chest. Her fingers card through his hair just roughly enough to earn the soft purrs from his throat that always result in answering gasps from her.

The ride to their house passes in a blur, with a mutual pawing at each other in the seat that's completely unbecoming of a couple their age. When they stumble out of the car, their clothes are more than disheveled, and her husband can't quite stand up straight. The sight of his blush and shortened pace cause a fresh blush to rush across her face and her heartbeat to speed up once more. His half-lidded gaze meets hers just outside the door, and for a moment she wonders if they'll even make it inside.

They do.

But it's only because she's so very determined to have her way - and he is, also, very determined to have her way.

He spoils her too much, but maybe in this case it's a good thing, as otherwise there'd undoubtedly be stories of the rich CEO in line having sex with his wife outside the door of their extravagant mansion.

She leads him by the hand through the house with a firm grip. As if he'll pull away otherwise. For the most part, from when they left the building to now he's been quiet, hardly passive, but more than willing to allow her to take control of the situation without question.

Once they get to the bed, he finally speaks once more, hand going to loosen his tie. "My love, what is it? Were you so perturbed by her? If you wish-"

"You're mine, aren't you?" She speaks over him, because if he finishes that question when she's feeling this selfish, she knows she'll ask for something that she doesn't mean, something that will interfere with his work, and he'll agree without a moment of hesitation. She knows herself, and more importantly she knows him. Her sweet, beloved, terribly devoted husband, who wishes only for her to put herself before everything else in life, even him. One of her hands place over his heart - racing as quickly as hers, despite his gentle expression - and the other presses to his cheek, a gesture he immediately responds to by nuzzling much like their cat would.

"Completely. Not an ounce of me is anything less than yours."

The honey in his voice, that unfiltered love and devotion, it can make her melt completely. It has in the past. It might do it again. She might physically just turn into a puddle. And...damn it, she wants to do something else first! No melting yet, no swooning from the wonderfully deep and sensual voice of her husband! Not this time! She's set her heels in to be selfish and stubborn, and if she's dragged him from work she's going to go through with it!

"Lay on the bed." Her commanding tone is ruined by the compulsive, softer "Please." that follows it.

The smile that unfurled on his face is like the breaking dawn, beautiful enough to take her breath away just looking at it, and when he leans down to scoop her up into another kiss, she loses complete track of what day, planet, or plane of existence she still occupies. Who knows if she's even still existing at all? She doesn't. It might last forever, that kiss, one of his arms wrapping around her to pull her close, the other gently cradling her head through her hair. It is a kiss they've both learned for each other. Their earliest kisses had been just a touch awkward, uncertain and inexperienced on both of their ends, and it had been practice with each other that perfected it, exactly to the way that drove the both of them the most crazy.

She might be swept away and satisfied by the hotness of his mouth on hers, the way she can feel him tremble with the very same love and desire that she feels coursing through her own veins. Any doubt she could have washes away in nothing more than a kiss. He needn't have answered her before, because the kiss tells her 'I am yours', as much as she tells him she is his with it, as much as any words could have.

But she is selfish.

She feels greedy.

Today she wants more.

So, she pries herself out of the wonderful kiss and pushes her lanky husband into the king sized bed they share. It takes him no time at all to move and make himself comfortable, laying on his back, dress shirt half unbuttoned, hair disheveled and lips shining, just slightly swollen from their kisses. He is a work of art that puts old masterpieces to shame. Something beautiful she never wants to share with the world. This side of him. The burning love and lust in his eyes as he watches her expectantly, the entirely human Juman Han she knows, without a trace of the cold and reserved 'robot' that people who know nothing about him accuse him of being. Only she ever wants to be able to see it.

She straddles him on the bed, still clothed, and gently pulls his arms up to the head of the bed. He calls her name gently, questioning, as she ties one wrist deftly with his tie and the other with a long and sturdy kerchief. There. He absolutely can break free if he wants to, but...the image of her dear husband tied to her bed, her prisoner for the moment, is good enough. And her dear husband is as quick to indulge her desires as ever.

She leans down to kiss his forehead, his nose, his lips. He chases after her futilely when she pulls away from him, and her finger trails along his jaw and throat, admiring the sensation of him swallowing under her fingertip. She speaks quietly, with a sultry tone that surprises even herself. "I need to leave more marks on you, so that no one will try to touch what's mine."

He groans her name as she leans down to kiss and bite down his exposed neck, and she can't help but enjoy the sight of his adam's apple bob before her eyes. Her lips encircle over it as it moves, and he twists bodily under her. Underneath her hands, she can feel the groan that ripples through his chest. it makes her purr and shiver in response. They've not really experimented that much, honestly. Most of their lovemaking is straightforward, falling into each other's embrace, loving every part of each other, every moment they can spend together.

But...

The sensation of her husband twisting beneath her, the labored breaths of his restraint, it does something that leaves her dizzy and feeling powerful.

Her fingers reach down to undo his buttons while she kisses down heated skin, murmurs out words against his racing heart. "After all...you're mine, aren't you? All of you. Your heart. Your body." Her tongue traces along the dips and curves of his chest, as her hands splay out to tug soft silk away from his form. A cry that's almost shrill tears from his throat as her teeth loosely encircle one dusky nipple, the tip of her tongue swirling along it. Ah, if only she'd done some studying before this. If she'd looked up some techniques, rather than impulsively decided to do this without warning, she's sure she could be much better at this. Leaving her darling the kind of whimpering mess she feels like he leaves her as would be a wonderful turn, wouldn't it?

Yet, this is all about herself for now. Just this time.

She can hear his voice rasp from above her, an affirmative that isn't truly necessary. "My heart..."

She wants to press herself into him. To mark him somehow, so that women who look at him know to stay back, that he's hers even when she's not standing nearby. Something more than just a physical mark like a ring, but an aura that simply pushes them all away.

"My soul-" or so he tries to say. She's bolder after the first, lips and teeth biting down teasingly, even tugging at the other nipple while he's speaking. It's a rather pleasant sound he makes, the way his low and rumbling voice melts into incoherence, a needy, almost confused sound she hasn't often heard from him.

Her teeth graze his belly button as her gaze turns up to look at him. Sweat beads across his forehead, face reddened, gaze fixated on her as his hands flex into fists. His lips part just slightly, as if he wishes to say something more, but has forgotten the words. It's a sight that sends a surge of want through her, and forces her to swallow down an undignified sound. "Even when you're away....I'm the only thing on your mind, isn't that right? You're all mine."

His voice is strained. "My love..." her hand palms over the painfully obvious erection still trapped by his perfectly tailored suit pants, and his words trail off into a tormented groan, head falling back into the pillow, veins in his neck bulging as he twists his whole body once more.

It only takes a moment more to undo those expensive pants and tug down his boxers, silk already stained with the beading pre at his tip. Even if she hadn't been able to tell through his pants, it's really no surprise to see just how stiffly her husband is already at attention. He's always extremely responsive to her, always seeking more from any of her loving touches the same as she seeks more from his. But from the current angle, him just barely managing to turn a hungry gaze back down to her, his face now obscured in her vision by his shaft, she can't help another little surge of power. Making her husband so undone so easily...he gives her too much power over him, honestly. She could abuse it at any time. Doesn't he realize she could be a beast, too, just as much as Zen claims her husband could be?

Slim fingers encircle the base of his length, slowly moving just to draw out that honey-thick moan, extracting it as slowly as her hand moves, filling her ears with the sound of his voice. "This, too." She presses her lips to the very tip of his manhood, pulling away teasingly the moment his hips jerk up to pursue her. He's spoken bashfully from time to time about 'unfair' thoughts he's had about her lips. She wonders, idly, if perhaps this is one of those scenarios or not. It goes without question that she'll indulge him in his fantasies as much as he indulges her, but he's never elaborated beyond the vague references when he's hot and bothered but can't do anything about it. Her hand grips him harder, pumping along hot flesh with determination, relishing in the groans, those desperate almost squeaking gasps as he struggles to form words of either protest or encouragement - she can't tell, because he never gets far enough along.

She bites her lip, drawing in a shaky breath. "I'm the only one that gets to see...to touch, and to use this." -other than him, her mind helpfully supplies, and she quickly tosses that thought aside - Not now, dammit! - Her lips encircle him, tongue curling along that hot flesh - smooth and soft skin thinly stretched over hard steel. His hips buck up against her with unusual urgency, and that pained cry that rips from her throat sounds anything but pleasurable. The bed creaks as his wrists strain automatically, and he gasps her name in such a strangled voice she can barely recognize it.

She hums around him as she moves, listening to that faintly wet sound pair with the panting, needy gasps of her husband. The springs on the bed squeak lightly with every urging buck of his hips into her mouth, and she firmly places her hands on that rather lovely pelvis of his, keeping them still. As if she's punishing him for something. As if to drive the point home that he's hers, that his body is hers, and that no other woman is allowed to touch him but her. The taste of him on her tongue causes a heady rush that makes her eyes flutter shut briefly, the short and choked moans punctuate faintly wet sounds as he lips and tongue glide with determined purpose.

It never takes particularly long for her lover to climax - something mutual between them, fortunately - but it's even more brief this time, comparatively. She can feel the way he tenses underneath her, the way his voice turns pleading, desperate and shrill - a lovely crack in his voice she likes to believe no one else knows is even possible from him. He's so hot in her mouth it almost burns. The head of the bed creaks dangerously, as if wood could splinter at any moment. His stomach twitches and flexes as he crunches and writhes, jerking hard enough to bounce lightly on their plush bed, her name is so tormented and sweet in her ear. He pulses inside her mouth, up against the flat of her tongue, hard enough to make his length flex and bounce against the roof of her tongue.

It's the only warning she gets before he bursts in her mouth, hot and salty, flooding her cheeks, making her struggle to swallow him down as ragged sobs wrench from his throat.

He's a panting and wheezing mess, her dear husband, face turned to partly bury himself in their pillow, what's still visible red and beaded with perspiration.

Has she seen him so completely wrecked before? It's hard to say, but it makes her heart clench and her thighs squeeze together at the same time.

Feeling rather like...a panther, a dangerous and powerful cat who's cornered her prey and has him right where she wants him, she slips back up along his body. Her fingers trail along his skin and she enjoys the twitching and flexing of his muscles wherever her nails lightly run.

When she leans down to capture his lips in a possessive kiss, she very nearly dies.

She's never felt him so needy, so urgent, so determined to pour his feelings into a kiss like he's simply put all of the authority and demand that he uses as 'director of C&R' into burning her lips and mouth with the love and dedication filling his body. He still doesn't break away from those hastily tied knots, he makes no requests of her to release him, he simply kisses her - biting and nibbling and suckling at her lip and tongue in ways they've done before but never quite this way - in a way that reaches deep into her body and physically yanks at her stomach. She can barely breathe, even when they pull apart again, eyes nearly the same color now with their matching pupils, cheeks red and hot enough to radiate heat between them.

"I love you." She breathes it out without even really meaning to, barely even conscious that it's what she's speaking and not simply what she's loudly thinking.

The look on his face is so full of adoration that for a terrible moment she's almost sure he might cry instead. "There is nothing I could ever love so much as you."

He's so eloquent when she's just had him a mewling mess on the bed that it's hardly fair. She's supposed to be the one taking control and being a selfish brat, but he's sweeping her away and leaving her swooning instead. She draws in a sharp breath before her throat can seize up or the prickling in her eyes can become worse, and she quickly looks away from him at a wall. She draws herself up, then, still straddling him, sitting lightly atop his abdomen.

Somewhat composed once more, she summons the strength to turn her gaze back down to the entirely smitten look of her husband.

"Then, my darling...." She touches his chest with a finger, and her lips curl up into a smirk, as she feels perhaps a touch too proud of herself. "You won't mind if I ride you until you can't remember anything else but me."

#jumin han #mysme #mystic messenger #jumin x mc #mystic messenger fic #ooc #'oh you know sex isn't just using a guy as a sex toy you know'#>immediately writes a story using a guy as a sex toy #sh shut up #no one asked you

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