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juminsmysticmc · 1 year
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Hi, thank you it's always a pleasure to read what you write 🧡
Can I ask for the RFA+ trio that forget MC's birthday but that she didn't mind (don't get mad or anything) please.
Sorry my English is bad but thank you in advance
RFA + Minor Trio forgetting Mc’s Birthday 
Hello dear! Thank you so much for your request and don’t worry, your english isn’t bad at all! I wrote something similar, perhaps you will like it ( although I wrote it years ago and my writing was a bit...odd. Well ) 
RFA + Jihyun forget a special day for Mc
Now! Please enjoy this writing! 
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Jumin 
His father gave him a hard time, his cat was sick, and business was stressful. 
A lot of partners wanted to see him and so Jumin in that very week of your birthday had to travel a lot. 
He felt bad for leaving you on your own, but you always stayed his lovely, smiling wife and had more patience than any other human being would have. 
The chatroom was also quite calm that week, but on your birthday, everyone remembered and began to congratulate you, except Jumin. 
You thought that perhaps he wanted to do it personally, and perhaps he would come home that evening as he was traveling since the day before, but this wasn’t the case. 
,,Thank you for having us, but isn’t the trust fund kid coming?’’ Zen asked you when you invited him, Yoosung and Seven to eat out. 
,,No, I guess he and Jaehee were too busy. I think they both even forgot my birthday,’’ you laughed, actually not feeling really bad, knowing how stressed they both were. 
But the three men saw it completely differently. 
After the dinner and a really big cake, Seven and the two other boys decided to give you another present and called Jaehee, who stressefully took the call. 
,,Oh dear, I…I never forgot any appointment,’’ she gasped into the phone. Actually, it was already past midnight. How was she supposed to tell Mr Han? 
But thanks to the three other members, a solution was found and Jumin, when he realized what day he forgot, didn’t even care about the company anymore: his wife, his family, his love, was the most important thing. 
Returning home, Jumin had a really bad feeling haunting him. 
But you welcomed him with open hands and hugged him as long as he needed, not feeling bad or angry about him forgetting your birthday as he too, was only a human being.
Zen 
The first year after Zen became a really famous person, both of you had a lot to do. 
He, because he was a famous person, he was the one everyone wanted to see and meet, and you, because you were his manager. 
But in the same year, you found out that you got pregnant. This made it even harder for the both of you. 
You, having had a quite hard time, decided together with Zen to change for the time being who was in charge of Zen and so, everything was even more stressful. 
Zen sometimes came home after you fell asleep and went back before you woke up. 
Hormones were driving you crazy, nevertheless, you stayed almost the same, and since you knew how hard it was on you, you weren’t really angry with Zen and didn’t complain. 
Days passed, your birthday came and went. 
The cake you ordered went bad and landed into the bin as neither you or Zen ate it and the time just passed. 
,,I’m so happy that this weekend is a bit calmer,’’ Zen gasped, his hand for the first time in a long while on your swollen belly while your feet were up.
You smiled at him as your hand laid on his. 
,,Huh? Where did those flowers come from?’’ Zen asked, meaning the flowers from almost a week ago. 
,,And those candles. Did you go shopping?’’ he asked you. 
,,Huh? No, the flowers and the candles are from Jumin for my birthday, together with a ton of baby stuff and books for young mothers and as if he didn’t give me enough, he even gifted me a little pendant, look,’’ you said, showing the present to him. 
,,Yoosung came over with a package of vitamins for my health and gave me some cute bathing stuff like soap and Jaehee gave me a coupon for a shopping center. 
Saeyoung gave me a nintendo so that I could play while being alone and-’’ 
,,Birthday?’’ Zen finally gasped, registering those words - for my birthday - 
,,Birthday, Hyun,’’ you smiled, knowing perfectly well that he forgot. 
,,Birthday…birthday, holy shit, Mc…I’m such a stupid boyfriend,’’ he suddenly gasped, tears in his eyes. 
Zen regretted so much in the past weeks, but the worst, in his opinion, was to forget your birthday and nothing was changing the fact that he did forget. 
Upon that, Zen took the week off. No matter how much there was to do, Zen spent his time only with you, massaging you, cuddling you, and playing some card games with you because you were his most important person in his life. 
He had and wanted to cherish you. 
Yoosung 
You chuckled as you saw the new update on the group chat, Seven having some confetti on the screen to wish you a happy birthday. 
Although, you almost forgot yourself. 
There was one person who didn’t really look at the phone for the past week and this was your future husband, Yoosung, who was in the middle of his exams to become a real vet. 
And honestly, you didn’t plan on telling him, knowing that he would feel even worse. 
He was already stressed enough because of his exams and you knew that it would be over soon anyway. 
Indeed, the week passed and Yoosung seemed like a different person. 
He was more relaxed and kind of happier, since finally, everything was over. 
The two of you even had more time to socialize with other people such as the RFA and you used the meeting of your important friends to have a little birthday party. 
Although, Yoosung only noticed later on a cupcake was the words ,,Happy Bday’’ 
,,Whose birthday is it?’’ he asked, being the first one to grab your cupcakes. 
,,Your fiancés,’’ Seven said, smirking as he knew Yoosung forgot. 
,,People say that the first birthday while being engaged is the most important. 
Forget that and you can forget your marriage,’’ Seven said, triggering the blond man even harder. 
,,Stop teasing my future husband Yoosung. What he’s saying is bullshit,’’ you laughed. 
But it was too late. 
Yoosung felt bad. He hugged you and cried even because he forgot and it didn't really matter that Zen and the other man saw him. 
He just felt bad because someone he loved gave up so much.
But he could make it up in the evening and forgetting one birthday wasn’t the end of the world in your opinion. 
Jaehee 
Opening a coffee shop was harder than working for Jumin Han and Jaehee just realized it.
Both of you were working hard, restructuring the place, buying things you needed, having appointments with the notary and so on. 
It was one of the hardest moments in Jaehee’s opinion and she was so happy when everything was finally over and both of you could drink a champagner on your opening day with the closest people around you, congratulating you. 
,,It’s so cute that it’s even big sis’ birthday,’’ your sister said, holding the glass up. 
Suddenly, the color flushed away from Jaehee’s face. 
The present on the table made sense now and she simply forgot. 
,,Thank you, ahahah. Well, but my birthday isn’t even that special for me,’’ you said, something that was true. 
But for Jaehee, this day was the most special. You were born that day after all. 
,,Mc…I am so-’’ 
,,Jaehee, I’m not angry,’’ you whispered. Both of you were in the kitchen because there were more and more dirty plates to clean. 
Your hand was on her cheek as your head was leaned against hers. 
,,Just give me a present tonight,’’ you smirked. 
,,Happy Birthday, Mc…thank you for being born today,’’ she smiled, thankful that you weren’t angry with her. 
No one noticed that Jaehee actually forgot and the evening was a really good one. 
Everyone had fun, talking about how good your business will probably go and even telling some cute stories about your childhood, making Jaehee feel so blessed for you being by her side. 
And in the evening, Jaehee kept her word and gave you a wonderful ending…
Saeyoung 
Usually both, his phone and computer would give him reminders about the upcoming birthday of his wife, the one who helped him the most, took him for what he was, and was by his side. 
You blessed him with children and accepted his past. 
But somehow, this time the reminder didn’t come.
Perhaps his son was at fault for playing on his account. Although this wasn’t an excuse, when the day came, Saeyoung was kind of empty-handed. 
You kind of expected that Saeyoung would have planned something with his children, 
that there would have been a cute breakfast, a cake, and presents. 
But when there was nothing, you quickly realized that he must have forgotten. 
It wasn’t the end of the world, you weren’t angry, you were just a little bit sad. 
And you didn’t mean to cry as it wasn’t really that important, it was just a day. 
However, you still let a little tear flow. 
,,Mommy is a bit saddy, daddy,’’ his little daughter told him.
The two of you had twins that were three years old. 
,,Is it because we didn’t prepare the cake?’’ she asked him as she pulled at his shirt. 
,,What cake?’’ Saeyoung asked his daughter and suddenly, like a hit, he remembered: your birthday. 
,,I’m so sorry, Mc,’’ he gasped when he opened the door to the kitchen, your son on your hip as you prepared the food. 
,,For what?’’ you asked him, with a sad smile. 
,,Don’t act as if you don’t care, I’m such a dumbass, I forgot,’’ he gasped and put his head on your shoulder ,,Happy Birthday, I love you,’’ he whispered, full of regret. 
,,It’s okay, I’m not angry,’’ you chuckled, feeling happy, that he did realize. 
The evening passed with the whole family being together and sitting around, cuddling. 
Even Saeran sat on the couch and watched the movie you guys, as a family, decided on. 
And Saeyoung even managed to get a cake. Lucky for you, it wasn’t a Honey Buddha Chips cake like he first wanted…
Saeran 
,,We might have found Saeyoung!’’ he quickly said and ran out. 
Since then, you didn’t hear from your husband. No message, no call. Nothing. 
Three days later, however, one day after your birthday, the now red-haired man returned. 
His eyes were just as red as his hair as he immediately laid his head on your chest. 
His breathing was quicker than normal and the sobs were louder than usual. 
You just held him, not knowing what happened. You held him in your arms, patted his back, and tried your best to make him feel better. 
Only an hour later he was ready to tell you that he failed at tracking him down. 
,,It’s okay, Saeran. From what I saw, Saeyoung is strong. He will come back and he will come back now that he knows that you’re here with us and that Rika’s words weren’t true…Let’s just keep trying and waiting,’’ you smiled at him. 
,,Come on, let’s eat ice cream with cake!’’ you laughed and quickly got up, ready to bring him the plate with sugar. 
,,Cake, why cake?’’ he chuckled, his mood a bit better now that he found you at home to take care of his feelings. 
,,My mom brought cake and soup, although it was too much for me to eat alone yesterday and no one seemed to have time,’’ you said and put the fork into your mouth. 
Saeran already took a bite when he heard your words. 
Cake, why would your mom bring cake and soup…cake…
He took a second until his eyes flew to the calendar next to him, realizing that he forgot. He missed your birthday. 
It was the day his true savior was born. 
,,Oh no, I’m sorry,’’ he groaned, placing the plate down. His hands were trembling because he felt so bad. 
,,Don’t worry, Saeran,’’ you softly calmed him down. ,,I understand your position. We will have so many more birthdays together,’’ you smiled, meaning it. 
The next day you still woke up to a house filled with red roses and a lot of little presents.
Saeran was truly a cute angel.
Jihyun 
,,Happy Birthday, Mom!’’ Lucy said, giving you her self-made drawing. 
Your heart grew warm as you saw the painting she did on her own. 
Not even her father, Jihyun, helped her as he was gone because of some business. 
You smiled at her and thanked her before the both of you enjoyed a big slice of cake. 
Jihyun still didn’t call you, but you knew that he was busy. 
You weren’t sad or disappointed, you were in love and understood where he was coming from. Nevertheless, it would have been nice of him to give you a call or at least a message. 
The evening came and the long-awaited call came. However, Jihyun didn’t say a word about your birthday. 
But your opinion didn’t change: it was okay with you. 
,,What did you do with your mom today?’’ Jihyun asked the little girl after he talked to you. 
,,We ate cake, watched a movie, and played together. Right now she’s making dinner and afterward I will once again sleep in your bed!’’ Lucy said, happily. 
To Jihyun it didn’t quite make sense why you would randomly give her cake, but he guessed that this was a mother-child thing. 
However, as soon as he hung up the call, his eyes fell on the calendar. 
The feeling of having forgotten something didn’t let go and suddenly he understood why. 
,,Mc! Happy Birthday, I’m sorry I forgot,’’ he said, meaning it. 
You laughed over the phone. ,,Is this really the reason your calling again?’’ you asked, still happy that he did think of you. 
And when he finally came back, there was a big bag for you as a present and he himself was devoted to you.
Vanderwood
Actually, the both of you had an argument. 
This argument started two days before your birthday and went on with the both of you ignoring each other for at least two days after the date. 
But even if Vanderwood wouldn’t have been angry with you, he totally forgot. 
He just remembered when your age changed on the messenger as Saeyoung installed something that everyone could check each other’s age. 
He gasped, his eyes fixed on the screen as he tried to remember what day it was. 
When was your birthday and how many days passed? 
Suddenly, nothing made sense anymore and math seemed even harder. 
,,Mc,’’ he groaned, his voice trembling. 
For you, this must have been a hard day. 
,,I’m sorry,’’ he confessed, meaning it. 
,,I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday and for arguing with you. Because of that, you had an awful day,’’ he said. His lips were pressed against each other after he apologized and suddenly your eyes wandered to your watch to check the date. 
,,Oh, my birthday passed,’’ you said loudly. 
,,No one remembered my birthday,’’ you laughed. 
You didn’t want to cry, but suddenly a single tear left your eye and Vanderwood, who was already feeling bad, could feel his heart break into millions of pieces. 
,,I’m so sorry,’’ he assured you again, his body was holding yours now. 
,,No, it’s okay…I’m just…it was so much the past few days. I thought we would split, but now this… It’s okay, I’m not angry…just…let’s never ever go to bed again while being angry…’’ you begged him. 
And if there was something Vanderwood intended to do for the future, it was to hold his word and never ever go to bed without apologizing for forgetting your birthday.
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09.10.2022 // 22:10 MEST
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marveloussupernerd · 1 year
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Snowed In - Zen
Idk why snowed in fics don’t exist for the mystic messenger characters. It’s cold asf where I live and I just want some comfort fic. Happy holidays xoxo
Summary: when visiting Zen to help him recover from his broken foot, you get snowed in and forced to stay the night
“Thank you again for visiting. I’m so sorry I have to send you home so late. Let me make you some tea before you head out? It was pretty cold out,” Zen offered, walking you back to his apartment from the rooftop where the two of you had looked at the stars as a snow storm began.
It was certainly getting cold. You regretted wearing just a dress, some tights, and a coat to his place. You couldn’t turn down some tea to warm you up before you had to venture back into the cold.
You had almost expected to stay the night. Probably better you didn’t. Zen had a lot going on both physically and mentally, with his broken foot making him unable to perform in the role he had been so looking forward to. But he did ask you to stay the night, then not more than fifteen minutes later asked you to leave. It was a little odd but… completely valid that he would change his mind! You just were internally hoping you didn’t do anything wrong.
You sipped your tea slowly, letting the warmth from the mug warm up your hands. “Thank you for letting me stay so long. I’ll message Jumin and ask him to send his driver now.”
You were surprised to see the half a dozen missed calls from Jumin when you opened your phone.
A bunch of roads are getting closed in your area. Please call me
You stiffened. Noticeably apparently, as Zen chimed in with a “what’s wrong?”
“I guess a bunch of roads are getting closed because of the snow. Jumin told me to call,” you replied, shrugging it off and dialing his number.
“Why didn’t you answer earlier?” Classic Jumin, not opening with any greeting at all.
“Sorry Jumin. I plugged in my phone to charge and then forgot to check it,” you replied honestly.
“Well the entire area near Zen’s is shut down. A bunch of crazy accidents and black ice. They won’t let anyone pass until they can salt the roads.”
You paused, unsure how to approach this issue. “Huh. Well I could always walk to an area more convenient!”
He let out a humorless chuckle. “It’s -20 out. Feels like -34. Blizzard-like conditions. You can get frostbite in under twenty minutes.”
Well you knew it was cold when you went out with Zen, but not that cold. Good thing you were only out there for a few minutes.
“Oh… uh-“
“Put me on speakerphone, would you?”
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see such an action, and wordlessly put him on speaker.
“Mr. Director?” Zen asked sarcastically.
Jumin let out a large sigh. “I am, for the record, beyond against this. But unfortunately there’s no other feasible option. The roads are closed and you two are snowed in for the night.”
“Seriously!?” Zen asked, shock evident in his voice.
Jumin groaned quietly on the other end of the phone. “So… be on your best behavior. And my driver will come tomorrow when it’s safe. Zen. I’m talking to you. Best behavior. Don’t me regret sending them to your house.”
“I- I won’t! I’m an absolute gentleman.”
“Alright. Well, I, for one, personally-“
Zen reached over and hung up the call, shaking his head. “Man! I can’t stand that guy. ‘Best behavior’ and who does he think he is! Just because he’s never been attracted to a woman and all he’s ever seen has been his father with women doesn’t mean that all men are absolute animals.”
Your own mind was swarming. You’d be staying the night… with Zen. After he had just abruptly tried to kick you out. “Uh… I’m not really sure how to say this-“ you started, trying to make things less awkward.
“What’s up?” Zen asked, leaning against the counter in his kitchen.
“I know I wasn’t really what you were expecting and you had a lot of hopes when I came here and I didn’t really fulfill them and that’s fine! I’m not going to hold any of it against you. I promise we can try and not make this awkward tonight but I’m really sorry you wanted me to go and then all of a sudden-“
“You didn’t fulfill them?” Zen questioned, cutting off your rambling. “No, you more than fulfilled them. I wanted to send you home because I’m really awful at self control, and you’re so beautiful and sweet and everything I ever dreamed you’d be and it’s… a lot, for someone like me to get that.”
“So you don’t absolutely hate me?”
Zen chuckled, sliding across the counter and closing the distance between the two of you to cup your cheek. “No, I think you’re the most amazing person that I’ve ever met.” He took a deep breath, retracting his hand. “And tonight I’m going to be a perfect gentleman, no matter how tempting you may be.”
You could feel your face heat up at the compliments. It was entertaining to see him just as flirty yet flustered as he always was in the messenger. “No worries, I’ll be good, I promise.”
He buried his face in his hands. “Don’t say that. It makes it worse.”
A moment later, he pulled his face out of his hands. “Well, let’s get you into something more comfortable. I can lend you some sweatpants and a shirt if that’s okay.”
“That would be great, thanks!”
“Okay! I’ll be just a second.” Zen went off to his room and you could hear some rummaging through drawers. All of a sudden, all the lights in his home turned off.
“Babe? Was that you?” He called.
You turned on your phone flashlight and went into the room Zen had entered. His head popped up to look at you when you walked in. “I think the power just went out,” you explained flatly.
Zen took in a deep breath. “Well tell Jumin. Maybe he can get some people on it. I’ll grab you a hoodie to wear too then. I don’t know how cold it’s gonna get in here.”
“Do you have any candles or anything?” You asked, trying to be helpful.
“Uh, I think I got a few a while back. They should be in a cabinet in the bathroom.”
You walked carefully to the bathroom, using your phone flashlight to light the way, then started digging through the cabinet in search of candles. You came back miraculously with a few tea-sized candles and two large candles: rose and vanilla scented. You had half the mind to tease Zen about how romantic it was that he kept these in stock, but then recalled your promise to be good.
You delivered the candles and he traded off with clothes for you to put on. “Thanks Babe. I’ll light these as you get changed. If you need anything just call.”
You got changed in Zen’s dark bedroom, trading your tights for warm and comfy, granted oversized, sweatpants. You tied the drawstrings really tight then, satisfied, went out to meet Zen.
“All comfy and warm now,” you greeted him in the now slightly better-lit room, doing a little spin in your new outfit.
Zen squeezed his eyes shut, then slowly opened them a few seconds later. “You look so cute in my clothes.” Was all he could muster, slinging the hood of your hoodie onto your head and chuckling.
“Ha ha. Take a seat. You shouldn’t be on your foot too much still. Do you have a gas stove? Or is it electric?”
“Gas. It should still run okay.”
You exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I’ll take some of the cans of soup we got today and cook them for dinner. It’s already starting to get a little chilly in here and I think the warm food will help.”
Zen nodded. “That’s a good idea. Yeah, low rent kinda means poor insulation in the winter. You need any help?” You shook your head and got to work making the food.
After a chill dinner of Campbell’s soup, you realized you had a lot of time to kill. “You have any board games?” You asked Zen.
He rubbed his elbow awkwardly. “I wish I could say yes?” He put on a flashy smile.
“That’s okay! We can find something to do.” You took a minute looking around, until you saw his stack of colorful highlighters on an old script on his counter.
“You done with this script?” You asked, handing it to him. He nodded. “Wanna cut it or tear it up into a bunch of cards? We can make our own game.”
Zen grabbed a pair of scissors at the corner of the counter and got to work. You went to his pantry and grabbed the sole box of cereal in there, taking the plastic bag out and collapsing the box into a giant strip of cardboard. Perfect for the game base.
You started drawing a giant, winded path on the board then separated them with a bunch of lines. Then you got to work with the highlighters, coloring each space a different color, a few spaces getting fancy symbols like stars or hearts. After putting colors on the pieces of paper Zen had cut out, you had a makeshift Candyland in just a half hour.
“You can be the rubber band and I’ll be the paper clip.” You passed Zen his dark blue rubber band player of honor and the game began. Zen was in the clear lead, getting colors that gave him a ton of spaced of lead, until he pulled the star card, sending him back to nearly the start.
In the end, you triumphed. It was starting to get cold in the apartment. You rubbed your hands together to try and warm them up. “When do you think the power will be back?” You whined.
“If the roads are closed, it’s not a good sign…” Zen trailed off. Then he opened his arms. “Come here. I’ve been told I’m pretty warm.”
It didn’t take much to convince you. You scoot d towards his embrace. Shockingly enough he was pretty warm. You buried your nose into his neck as your hands grabbed his sweatshirt he had on in attempt to warm up.
He jumped a little at your cold nose, but brushed it off, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing them up and down to try and warm you up.
“Why are you so warm?” You mumbled against his skin. Your movement pulled his sweatshirt, so you could feel that his collarbones were warmer, causing you to burrow slightly further into his sweatshirt to the warmest heat source possible.
He couldn’t help but laugh at your movements. “I always have been warm.”
“It’s like you’re my human furnace.”
He laughed, lips brushing against the top of your head (whether intentional or not, you couldn’t be sure), and ran a hand over your hair. “You wanna play again?”
“You’re brave enough for a rematch?” You asked, burrowing out of your warm spot to look at him.
“Oh you bet. I don’t like to lose.”
So you shifted your spot so you were situated between his legs, his arms wrapped tight around you except for when he had to grab a card to play the game. Eventually even that wasn’t warm enough and Zen had to grab the blanket on the sofa behind him to wrap the two of you in.
You played two more rounds to kill time until it got unbearably cold.
“That’s it. I’m officially too cold to continue,” you whined. “I give in, you win.” With two wins, beating your first round of luck, Zen was declared the winner. You buried your face back into his collarbone to try and heat up again.
“Glad you came to your senses to accept defeat. Do you wanna lay in bed under the blankets? That might help.”
You took a minute to think. “What time is it?” You couldn’t be too pitiful and go to bed too early.
“9:30. A totally normal time to get in bed.” It was like he read your mind.
“Okay. Will you lay with me?”
You could hear his heart race a little. “Of course I will.”
“Will you carry me?”
His heart was racing even faster.
And then you realized you’re stupid and he’s injured. “My bad!” You retracted from your hiding spot in his sweatshirt so you could look at him. “I forgot about your foot!”
“I could definitely try. I mean I heal fast so-“
“Nope. If anything I should carry you.”
“That isn’t necessary. Come on, let’s head to bed.”
You stood up first, grabbing Zen’s crutches and helping him stand before giving him them. Then you let him head off to his bedroom. You blew out the candles in the living room and grabbed the blanket you had used during Candyland, using your phone flashlight to light the way to the bedroom. Zen was already sat down in bed when you came in. You did a half-loiter in the doorway, not sure exactly how to go about any of this.
“C’mere Babe. Before you get cold,” Zen urged.
You flung the blanket you brought at the bottom of the bed, then made your way to the side opposite Zen, happily burying yourself under the covers.
“Nice?” He asked, watching you snuggle into the covers with heart-eyes practically.
“Soooo nice.” You scooted closer to him, slotting yourself between his warm arms to heat up.
Zen wasted no time to run his hand against your hair, smoothing it down. It was surprisingly relaxing.
“Sorry you got trapped here,” he apologized. “But I appreciate you coming to help me out today.”
You looked up to rest your forehead against his. “I’m having a good time. Sorry I had to stay when you were ready to have some time to yourself.”
He shook his head, bumping your nose with his in the process. “No, no. This is much better. So much better.”
He noticed your eyelids droop sleepily. “Get some rest. Hopefully the power will come on during the night.”
But did he hope that? Right now you were close in his embrace, breath fanning on his face, and he wouldn’t trade this for the world. Thank goodness for the blizzard.
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homingpigecns · 3 years
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when vn writers choose who they’re going to use for the true route they really are ALWAYS like WELL..........which character did we write the most middling scenario for........like not the worst scenario but very much not the best.......we will use him. and then they do😔
#u know who did not do this Once. ch*ritz. ch*ritz i love u nd we r friends#lmento the TRUE ending is obv bardo......the romance w bardo........did nothing for me. i mean he was fine. i prefer their fakeout true#dm/md. let me just say. i dont remember EVER meeting anyone whose best boy was ren. no one. he is not the worst boy. dog.#but hes also not the best.......#hkki it makes sense bc its like. theyre into history etc. hijikata is there the WHOLE time. can get the most history#but hes such a father figure......its funny how the romance is just. strange. and then in every other route he gives u away sdfjhsfdjsfd#BUT ANYWAY TODAY IM VAGUING AMNESIA#pls.......he looked like n.........i had so much hope for him..............#the reason its hard for me to get onboard with randos to lovers unless its done really well is like#I DONT KNOW!!! I HAVE ZERO INVESTMENT IN A RANDO I MET TWO WEEKS AGO!!!! DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR ME#amnesia WANTS want puella HAS#but also amnesia walked so nameless (ch*ritz) could run. i am very glad to meet nameless's parents after all these years.....#ALSO in retrospect ch*ritz did not do this TWICE actually. and i did not play dandelion#someone venmo me $30 so i can play dandelion😭 i have so many vns on my steam wishlist my life is falling apart#my only friend on steam is my brother but im starting to feel like even that is too much......#anyway......amnesia is good.......BUT THEY REALLY LIKE DJFHSDF#i knew there was a guy who kept u locked in his room in a cage and i thought it would be weird nd funny#like jumin............BUT NO..........THEY REALLY WENT ALL OUT WITH HIM HUH.........#THEY MADE HIM SO COMPLICATED..........HE JUST DOESNT UNDERSTAND HOW TO PROCESS HIS EMOTIONS..............#HE DOESNT EVEN WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU HE JUST CARES..........PLEASE#yandere childhood friend really is the BEST yandere bc i like. IT MAKES SENSE. the pining culminated in insanity......isnt love............#being insane...............#meanwhile like jumin yandere its like. sir i dont even KNOW you. easy yandere......u do this for anybody?????#anyway.......toma taught me what love is...........i am crying.......maybe i will play his whole route again#hes just......the pining........the caring TOO much.........HE MEANS WELL........cries#ok i have to log off im going insnae. im gonna read gekkan shoujo a famously hinged manga that will help me be normal#brandon oscillates#brandon plays vns#hopefully......i will never use that tag again#i think what i also liked about toma was sjdfhsdfjhsdf
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yanderes-galore · 3 years
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Hey, can I have V blinding reader like Rika did to him for trying to escape?
I love V and he would probably do this if pushed to it-
Eclipse
Yandere! V x Reader
MENTIONED ANOTHER STORY SPOILERS
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior such as a forced relationship, violence, dark themes, toxic relationship, obsessive themes.
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"I didn't wish to do this, but I needed to make you understand."
Your vision was blurred, almost useless. You always shook and responded to anything touching you with either fear or violence. Maybe Rika was right to warn you.
If you didn't try to help V you could of been able to see. You wouldn't have to be scared of the presence near you. You might of had a better life at Mint Eye.
"(Y/N)...You're shaking again." V's voice sounds comforting but you know it's false. You aren't sure what made him snap but you knew he wasn't safe.
You had no choice but to rely on him, however.
You cringe when you feel the man envelop his arms around you. He smelled of wine, Jumin must of given him it. He leans his head on yours as you try to struggle.
"Let go of me...V-" You beg, V refusing.
"What I've done isn't right, I know. (Y/N)...I couldn't bear to have my muse leave again." V confesses softly.
"Are you...trying to beg for forgiveness?" You say blankly.
V goes silent and only holds you. You wonder what he's told the other RFA members all those months ago.
That you had an accident and went blind. That he was innocent and only cared for you. He really was full of lies.
"Get out of here...." You push on him and he relents, sitting by you.
"I can't just leave you here, (Y/N)... How will you provide for yourself?" V reasons, you shake your head and crawl away from him on the bed.
"You even refuse to get me the surgery. What are you trying to prove? How do you think Saeyoung and Jumin feel? You're lying to them again, aren't you?"
V is speechless. You look towards where you think his voice was. You tried to give him a judging gaze but he ignores your attempt.
"You know why I won't give you it....I gave you that scar out of love-"
"Punishment. You gave me this scar out of punishment. I wanted to leave because of this behavior. Please, V, we can get you therapy and get me a surgery. I'm sure Jumin would help!" You bargain but V quickly turns it down.
"We can be happy, (Y/N)...Just trust me!"
"I'm done trusting you! Trusting you costed me my eyesight. You won't even fix your mistake...I thought I made you better!"
"We don't need eyesight to be happy, (Y/N)! We can just stay by each other. We can depend on each other!" V cries as you slap away his hand.
"So that's why. If I can't see, I can't leave, is that it? You did this so I could cling to you and you could keep your muse, huh!?" You scoff.
"(Y/N)-"
"You're horrid with love, V...." You end your conversation there and turn away.
V tried to get you to speak to him but you resisted him. You couldn't even phone the others for help, could you? V had trapped you here.
You soon found yourself crying softly. You were stuck. V had deteriorated to the point reasoning bounced off him. He was gone, the person you used to know now covered by darkness.
Instead of the warm sun like love he promised to you, there was darkness. Like an eclipse, most of his love was covered in obsession. Sometimes it filtered through, though. Yet you never accepted it.
You didn't acknowledge his second hug, either. You didn't push away, you didn't argue. You only sobbed. You only wished the old V was back.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'll make it better...."
V's lips pressed to your cheek in a futile attempt to calm you.
"We'll be happy like we were before, I promise...."
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hiddenmysteries · 3 years
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A quiet night. | Unknown x reader.
A small oneshot based on an asmr i found a few days ago! it's my first time writing a oneshot for this fandom, but i hope it is alright. I apologize for any mistakes, it's 3AM and I couldn't go to sleep without writing this.
A quiet night.
Sleeping in Rika's apartment wasn't easy for you. The fact of having to stay at a stranger's place could be the cause of your sleep troubles, along with the anxiety of what could happen, having to help with the party and the RFA even though you didn't know much about any of them... There were many reasons, now that you thought about it.
But, you couldn't do much else. Seven and the others told you that it could be dangerous since you were guided by the hacker to the apartment, which location was kept a secret from most members of the organization, even Jumin, who was V's best friend, didn't know where it was. So you decided to cooperate and stay there, helping with what you could.
Still, the building you were now staying at was so... quiet. It was really quiet, sometimes too much, and it made you feel strange, a part of you being afraid of what dangers were waiting for you and remembering many horror movies. Yet the other part of you wanted to trust Luciel and V, and tried to be positive. You would be safe, nothing would happen to you.
Then, you heard footsteps.
What made you feel anxious wasn't just that sound, but the fact that it stopped right in front of the door. You were in the bedroom that had belonged to the original owner, but you could hear that person entering the code to open the door thanks to how quiet the night was.
Beep.
The door opened without a problem, letting whoever was there to enter. You were scared, but your phone was too far from the bed, and the footsteps had started again, this time getting closer to the bedroom. Breathing as calmly as possible, you closed your eyes. You could at least pretend that you were asleep.
The stranger stopped right behind you, watching your form for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle.
"It seems like that redhead is busy with something else, huh." That person, whose voice was deep and gave you a strange feeling, muttered.
Redhead? You instantly thought about Seven. Those words made you realize who was currently in the apartment, so close to you in the middle of the night. The hacker who had guided you to this same location, Unknown.
You lost control of your breathing, but did your best to control it again. Unknown didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he just didn't care. You were defenseless and knew nothing about him, you didn't even know how much he knew about you, and you couldn't call anyone for help. He was already closer to your phone than you were, and running away at night wasn't a good idea.
Luckily, it didn't seem like he was planning to harm you. The next thing you heard was how he moved to a nearby table that Rika had in the same room for some reason, probably something that was related to the parties or some documents.
Unknown started typing, had he really brought a laptop with him to continue his attack against the RFA? Why had he gone all the way from wherever he stayed in to the apartment? Especially since Seven was supposed to be checking from time to time. Yet, there wasn't a camera isn't the bedroom, so the other hacker could've hacked it for a few moments so he could get inside? It was so strange.
Yet you tried to move as little as possible, and he continued working. You couldn't help but worry because of how late it was yet he was still working, he seemed to only stop hacking for very small breaks from what you've heard from the RFA's hacker, it wasn't healthy.
No matter what, you just couldn't stop the worry that grew inside of you even if the situation wasn't the best.
After what felt like a long time, but was probably around ten minutes, your body started feeling too uncomfortable in the position you had been keeping since Unknown had entered. It was so much that you couldn't stay still any longer, changing your position.
The typing stopped.
He stood up and walked towards the bed, sitting behind you.
You kept your eyes closed, but your body was tense.
Then, his hand was gently, so gently patting your head. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid of breaking you, even though it could've just been that he didn't want to wake you up or make you panic. Unknown started saying something that you couldn't hear because of how low his voice was. Your heartbeat wasn't helping you either.
"... Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are." He was singing a lullaby for you, thinking that you were only half-awake. "Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky..."
His voice was surprisingly soft. He wasn't the best at singing, but something about it was making you feel more and more tired. Unknown kept stroking your head, being careful to not do it too roughly, singing until you felt too sleepy to continue faking.
You ended up falling asleep, not noticing how the white-haired man stood up and went back to work. He stayed with you for a few more hours before grabbing his laptop and going back with his Savior, not before looking at you for one last time until he had the opportunity to see you again.
It was the first time you were able to sleep so well since you had arrived to that apartment.
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I'm back, baby! Life is still kind of busy and stressful atm, but I really missed writing...
New posts might still take a bit, but they'll come, I promise!
On that note, I'd like to offer you a little bit of hurt/comfort with Jumin. Centered around something in the SE's that really bothered me 🙃
Also, this is very much platonic
Aaanyway! I hope you like this 💕
"Who's there for you?"
Things were... tough, at the moment. To say the least. Just when you thought things were about to get better, it felt like life decided to prove you wrong.
After years, the twins were finally reunited, but everything was still kind of messy. And just because you, partially, understood Saeyoung's decision that it was better for you to not come to the bunker while Saeran was still unstable, you didn't have to like it. 
In fact, you hated it. Because after everything you went through, after managing to get through to him and show him that he was worthy of love and happiness, it felt like he pushed you away. Again. Leaving a bitter aftertaste. 
Yes, it was to keep you safe. But that had also been his argument when he was so harsh to you back at Rika's apartment. Of course you knew how much he loved you and that he really only wanted what's best for you, to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. Though at the same time it also worried you.
When you went to the bunker to see him, he never let you inside. And if he did, it was never past the garage. Also, those meetings never lasted long enough, in your opinion. 
You wanted to help, no matter how. But your boyfriend just wouldn't let you. It was frustrating, to say the least.
There was something else that frustrated you just as much, though. Something that didn't involve you, but one of the people you grew extremely fond of in a short time; Jumin.
In all the mess that had taken place, he had lost his best friend, the one he knew ever since he was little, in such a gruesome way. Even though it had been pretty much an accident, it didn't make it less horrible. 
Yet to you it seemed like everyone liked to forget about that part. Not once have you noticed anyone even asking him how he was doing. Just because he didn't like to show his emotions to others, didn't mean he wasn't hurting. 
And bottling up your feelings was never a good way to deal with them. They'd only pile up, until they'd eventually spill over and, in the worst case, lead to a complete breakdown. 
Not to mention how much Jumin still did for everyone. He got you all out of Magenta, made sure Rika would get therapy, did everything he could to help Saeran and Saeyoung as much as he could. He took over being the head of the RFA. Jumin was the glue keeping everyone together. 
Still, it seemed like no one was willing to return the favor in any way. 
Maybe he seemed okay to the rest, but you knew that wasn't the case. 
Which was why you decided to ask him if he wanted to meet and catch up, when he had some time to spare. At the same time you suggested that you could come over to his place. Less nosy and potentially gossiping people around. Or that's what you said. 
When really you figured it was probably easier to get him to eventually open up to you when he was at a place he felt safe and comfortable at. 
A couple days after your phone call with him and one of his security guards led you to the apartment, before knocking on the door. 
"Mr. Han? Someone named Y/N from the RFA is here to see you." 
It didn't take long until he opened the door and, even though he was smiling at you while he told you to come in, you could see how tired and exhausted he looked. Something that only made you start to worry more. 
After you took your shoes off and put them neatly aside, you were approached by the white feline. You didn't hesitate at all to crouch down and as soon as you extended your hand, she immediately pressed her head into it and began to purr. 
"It's been a while, huh?", you hummed, though rather quickly your attention was back on Jumin, who already busied himself with pouring himself a glass of wine. 
Something, you noticed, that he'd indulged in far more, the past couple weeks. And something that you had quickly added to your list of things to be worried about. 
When he offered you a glass as well, you declined and sat down on the couch with him. 
"So. How have you been? I assume it's still not exactly better yet with the twins, from how things sounded in the messenger?", he began, before he took a sip of his wine. Gray eyes locked on you. "If you need help-"
"I'm fine", you were quick to cut him off. After all, you weren't there to burden him with even more problems. You were there to try and lift some off the weight off his shoulders. "Does it bother me a bit that Saeyoung is shutting me out again? Yes. Do I get why he does it? Kind of. But Jumin... How are you? You're doing everything for everyone. Always. Never asking for anything in return. But you also lost your best friend. So who's there to help you through it?"
That seemed to catch him off guard with how he suddenly froze. And it didn't seem like he would say anything anytime soon, so you decided to just go on for now. Maybe, with a little more encouragement, he would open up to you. 
"I can only imagine how difficult it is to lose someone dear to you. Someone you grew up with and who was basically always at your side. But it's never good to bottle things up, you know? Ultimately, it will only make everything so much worse." 
He stayed quiet for another moment, blankly staring down into his glass. You saw a small crease form between his brows as he frowned, seemingly a little lost in his own thoughts. 
"I'm fine. Talking about it won't change much. It's better to-"
"Jumin", you cut him off once again. Voice firm, yet gentle. And as soon as you reached out to take his hand and gave it a light squeeze, he finally looked at you again. "You're my friend and I care about you. I know you like to be efficient and push "unnecessary emotions" aside. But listen; It's okay to hurt. It's okay to be vulnerable and broken over something as horrible as what happened to V. And it's okay to show that, too. No one will judge you for it, especially not me." 
Once again he averted his gaze, eyes darting around the neat room, but not really focusing on anything. His lips pressed into a thin line. Still he didn't make a move to pull his hand from yours, which was a good start, you thought. 
"You can talk to me about everything, okay? I promise that it will stay between you and me and won't leave these walls, if it makes you feel better. But...", you stopped shortly and slowly, nearly like you were approaching a scared animal, reached out to take the wine glass from Jumin to put it aside. He didn't protest. "I'm worried about you. No one should have to carry that much alone and feel the need to mask how they truly feel. So please... Talk to me." 
You didn't care if you sounded desperate or not. All you really wanted for him was to finally talk about how he felt. Get things off his chest.
For a while, silence settled between the two of you and you waited patiently, still holding his hand to give him a physical sign of you being there for him. That he wasn't alone in all of this. 
"I-", he eventually began, but then drifted off again, his free hand carding through his dark hair. 
You kept quiet, since you knew better than to push him. You'd wait for as long as he needed to organize and voice his thoughts and emotions. Even if it would take all day. It was the least you could do after everything he'd done for you and Saeyoung. 
"I just wish V would've talked to me", he said after a couple more minutes of silence, the hurt fairly visible on his face, at that point. "If he would've just told me about what was going on, I could've helped him..." 
When Jumin took a shaky breath, you scooted closer to him, arms wrapping around his waist to pull him into a hug. You already expected him to pull away, though instead he rested his forehead on your shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt and bunching it up in the process. 
Seeing him like that, looking so fragile and broken, made your heart break. You began to rub his back in soothing circles, a silent display of you being there for him. 
"Everything could've been prevented, if he would've just stopped keeping all those secrets, while trying to solve everything by himself. And if we would've just been there a couple minutes sooner... There's a chance he'd still be alive. I should've been faster." 
"It was not your fault, you hear me? No one could've known that things would end like that. It was a tragic accident, but it was not your fault." You began to run a hand through his hair, playing with the strands in the nape of his neck. "You did everything you could and that was so much. Without you, who knows what else would've happened. You did nothing wrong, you hear me?", you murmured. 
You both stayed quiet again, Jumin still holding on to you for what felt like dear life. And you began to lightly rock him from side to side, trying to provide as much comfort as you could. 
"I'm sorry...", Jumin's voice was barely more than a whisper, sounding a bit strained from what you assumed were unshed tears. 
"Sorry for what?" 
"For unloading those things on you like this. That is very unlike me."
Slowly he unclenched his fists, letting go of your shirt, though his hands remained on your waist and it felt like he was unwilling to move from your embrace just yet, so you kept your arms wrapped around his frame.
"None of that. I'm actually very happy that you opened up to me. And I would like to ask one thing of you; Whenever you want or need to talk, please come to me, okay? I'm always there for you, no matter what time of day it is or what you need to get off your chest. Promise." 
You untangled yourself a bit from your friend in order to hold up your pinky. But the only thing he did was look at you, then at your pinky, and back at you in confusion. 
"Why are you holding your finger out like that?" 
The question actually made you chuckle a bit. 
"So you can link your pinky with mine. It's called a "pinky promise". Breaking it is pretty much like treason. Which is why I want you to make a pinky promise with me about talking to me, alright?" 
For a second, he seemed to hesitate, but then he gave in and linked his pinky with yours, which made you smile in relief. 
"Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate what you're doing for me." 
"You don't have to thank me for it. After all, that's what friends are for. And I know you'd do the same for me. Just never forget that you're not alone with anything, okay?" 
"Okay." 
For the first time in what felt like forever, you saw that small, genuine smile of his again. 
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cherryonigiri · 4 years
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S/O that thirsts over anime/game guys
reposted bc wasn’t showing up in the tags + I want to keep nsfw under the cut
@nononononojustno asked: Okay so could you write a headcanon where 2 random boys (can you pick then? I love all of boys from hq) and Ushi-kun where they walk on their gfs fangirling or thirsting over another anime/game character?And she was talking how hot he is? How they would react?👀😂 have a great day/night and dont forget to eat and get rest, love you💕
A/N: hahahahaha i laughed while writing this. FYI these are all based on legit crushes i had on anime/game characters at some point in my life - see if you’ve watched the shows i’ve watched :) ILY I PROMISE I’M DOING MY BEST TO EAT THREE MEALS A DAY AND GET ADEQUATE SLEEP MWAH. also i went overboard and added an extra boy bc why not. These are a little shorter since there were 4 characters but I hope you enjoy!
Content warning: implied nsfw for Atsumu + slight nsfw hcs for Matsukawa (both are under the cut)
PS: If anyone wants a spicy sequel/one shot for matsukawa i’m open to the idea 👀👀 let me know in my inbox!
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Ushijima definitely knows you’re into anime + games
Having visited your dorm room on multiple occasions he’s seen your extensive collection of manga, anime posters and you always seem to be playing on your switch whenever you have free time
Of course, he notices a significant portion of your collection is centered on male characters
And you’ve definitely mentioned a few games to him - Ikemen Sengoku, Code:Realize, Hakuouki (wow i’m really out here exposing myself) etc.
He doesn’t really mind though? Like - at the end of the day these are 2D men, whereas he is a very real boyfriend
At least he thinks he doesn’t mind
Recently, he notices that you seem to be on your phone a lot, and you seem to be texting the same group chat very often
He asks why and you laugh - it’s not actual text messages you’re just trying out a new otome/simulation game called Mystic Messenger. He finds the name silly but he just brushes it off he’s definitely J E A L O U S
Until one day he walks into your room while you’re calling one of your friends to freak out about that specific game
You sound kind of teary from outside the door “Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD I GOT THE GOOD ENDING WITH JUMIN!” and “[friend name] I THINK I CAN DIE HAPPY I’M MARRIED TO JUMIN HAN WHAT MORE DO I NEED IN LIFE” and “HE’S SO FREAKING ATTRACTIVE UGH I AM BLESSED”
He’s like who TF is Jumin and immediately bursts into your room looking pissed off
Poor babie is all like “you’re married?” and “if you had someone else you were interested in you should have told me.” “Who is this Jumin Han???” 🧐
Oh my god you start cackling, but you manage to tell him that NO you are not married and that Jumin Han is a fictional character from the game you’re playing
Ushijima looks confused after you explain - why would you find fictional men attractive when you’re already dating him?
Tendou almost dies laughing the next day when Ushijima tells him about what happened
Oikawa Tooru
Since practice finishes pretty late he usually goes to see you at your house at night, but tonight things wrapped up earlier - he’s excited to spend more time with you
You’ve finished up most of your homework so you’ve just been rewatching Attack on Titan since you’re super excited for the new season
You’re kinda distracted/have headphones on so you don’t hear your boyfriend knock on the front door. Your mom answers it and lets him in and he climbs the stairs
He can hear your fangirling (freaking out) over something as he walks towards your room
You jump in surprise when he opens the door, because you thought he would be a bit later but immediately release your pent up excitement
“Tooru just LOOK at him he’s such a bad ass like oh my gosh he literally has swords and he’s still running around slaying the MPs who have guns. God whenever he gets angry he looks so hot,” etc. etc.
You’re shoving your laptop in his face, showing him gifs and video of attack on titan, specifically the captain of the survey corps that you are obsessed with
Tooru gets it - for him its space, shitty alien films and astronomy. For you it’s video games and anime - or more specifically, handsome characters from said franchises
Even though he understand that it’s something you’re passionate about he still makes a whole show about whining how you’re in love with Levi Ackerman (lmao i still thirst over our favorite captain) instead of him
“y/n i’m taller than him! And more handsome! He has blood on him all the time! And he’s super annoying because he’s obsessed with cleaning.” *cue pouty Tooru*
You probably shouldn’t tell him that you are an avid follower of the levi x reader tag on tumblr
Tooru still somehow finds out you’re also reading reader insert fanfic and goes BERSERK with his pouting and whining - literally everyone and their mothers have heard his sob story about how “his darling y/n is leaving me for a short germaphobic asshole”
The rest of the team finds it hilarious - the end up pranking him by posting pictures of Levi in his school locker or texting them in the volleyball groupchat (Oikawa is Suffering™)
Makki and Mattsun get him a Levi keychain for his birthday and cackle when he chucks it violently into the nearest trash can
Miya Atsumu
Doesn’t really know you’re into anime/gaming at first
I don’t think that’s on purpose - Atsumu just has such a one track mind when it comes to volleyball and he’s always busy with practice
so he just kinda doesn’t really give all the anime merch in your room a second glance even though it’s a dead giveaway
I bet Atsumu secretly watches some superhero anime - probably shounen stuff like My Hero Academia, one punch man etc.
He probably starts to notice you’re into anime/games because you’ll play games on your phone/gaming device all the time
One day he notices you’re giggling + blushing while looking at your screen. He’s curious to he heads over to you when coach says they can have a break
Peeks over your shoulder because he wants to know what you’re playing - but instead he’s greeted by some 2D samurai guy called Harada Sanosuke asking you to marry him
“Huh, I didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff y/n” tries to sound playful but internally he is screaming / ?????? WOT I DIDN’T KNOW MY S/O WAS INTO OTOME GAMES
Atsumus pretty chill about it at first, he probably teases you a lot about playing the game but isn’t really bugged about it
“Maybe you should thirst over your boyfriend instead of a fictional character babe~”
I mean - he knows he’s attractive and why be jealous? You only really play the game when he’s busy and you don’t really let the game play seep into your dates/hangouts
But one time he walks in on you reading some ~spicy~ hakuouki x reader fanfic and he’s like are u serious
Like you were lowkey quiet screaming to yourself and muttering “omg omg omg” when he walked in and you definitely tried to close your laptop so he couldn’t see what was open in your browser
Too bad Atsumu has mad reflexes and manages to prevent you from making your computer go to sleep
Briefly skims whatever it was that you were reading and smirks at you
“Hey, if you really want something like this, why don’t you let your real boyfriend deliver” before kissing you
Matsukawa Issei
Look, Issei just wants a chill movie/tv show night where the two of you can bundle up on the couch and binge whatever anime you feel like
Has everything set up - this man is ready to go: snacks? he has all of your favorites, couch? filled with soft pillows + multiple pillows. Attire? Comfy sweatpants shirtless 🥵
Last time he chose the series for your binge sleepover so he let you choose what the two of you were gonna watch this time
Turns out you decided to watch Psycho-Pass - it seemed like a pretty cool show, he was down with the whole dystopia/psychological concept
Starts out pretty normal, is appreciating the action + mystery elements and is glad that you chose that show
About halfway through the anime you two decide to take a break - he goes to the kitchen to refill your snacks, leaving to stretch you back.
When he comes back with more food, he notices that you’re hunched over your phone, typing something
He sneaks up behind you after he puts the food down, “Whatcha reading there babe?” You squeak and try to hide your phone, but not before he sees the words kougami x reader typed into your tumblr search bar
Lit-rally exCuSE me what - he’s not mad (more amused than anything else) but he also kind wants to tease you (bc Mattsun is a little shit)
“Is that the reason you wanted to watch this show?” he asks playfully. “He’s pretty hot tho, I kinda agree with you there babe.”
Now that he’s released the floodgate, he can’t stop your occasional comments like “omg how does he look so GOOD when he’s punching someone” or “he could shoot me with his dominator and i’d still say thank you”
The thirst comments are kinda getting to him, so he decides to take things in a different direction
“Let me what I can show you with my dominator~” L M A O I’M SORRY THIS EXISTS
Suddenly you’re being pulled onto his lap, and pressed against his bare chest, Issei barely gives you time to adjust before he’s kissing you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth
His hands wrap around your hips pressing your core closer to his own, and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your stomach
He’ll be sure to suck a dark hickey onto the side of your neck and his hands travel under your shirt, just to remind you who your real boyfriend is
Needless to say, you won’t remember a single thing about the second half of the show after the night is over couch sex? Couch sex 😏
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[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   12    -   masterlist
↪ character: jumin han [mystic messenger]
↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, cam girl, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, porn with plot.
↪ a/n: the way i intended this to be short and turn out to be a full story lol. still, i really liked this and i can picture going back to this scenario again <3
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Pop-up ads were Jumin Han’s worst nightmare.
No matter how many fancy antivirus the tech department installed on his laptop, he always managed to click somewhere he wasn’t supposed to and next thing he knew, there was a picture of an erect penis on his screen.
It usually didn’t irritate him as much, but that day he had to stay up working on a project and now he was stuck in a website he couldn’t close, no matter how many times he clicked the small “x”. He had called someone from the tech department and solicited a new laptop. It was going to take around thirty minutes for it to arrive. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked disgusted at his screen, where a blonde woman was playing with her breasts in front of the camera, that said “Live”.
Once again, he tried to close the window, but instead opened a new one instead, making him roll his eyes backwards in exasperation. When he looked at the screen again, he saw a young woman with long brown hair and big eyes looking at the screen with a small smile. It felt like she was looking right into her eyes, and he covered the camera on his laptop for a second just to make sure she wasn’t. She was wearing a white baby doll while kneeling on her bed, her bare thighs looking incredibly soft and alluring. She wasn’t touching herself but rather playing with her hair and giggling once in a while after looking at her screen. Jumin’s eyes darted to the right, where he saw comments from anonymous people appearing by the second.
As she read them, she propped up her thigh, making Jumin blush instantly. He couldn’t see her underwear, but the innocent way she had moved as if she hadn’t figured out she was showing more skin made his head spin.
His security guard knocking on his door made him come back to reality. His new laptop was probably back. Jumin quickly noted down the name of the user and the name of the website that had appeared in front of him before opening the door and taking his new laptop to finish up his work.
Watching her became a regular thing he did right before he went to bed. After a quick research he had understood what was the purpose with what the internet called cam girls, but the girl he had become so obsessed with didn’t meet all the criteria. For example, he hadn’t seen her naked once, every time she wore lingerie that covered from her breasts to her bottom. She usually just chatted with the people that left comments and sometimes would show off the clothes she was wearing. Jumin felt embarrassed at the tent that formed in his pants after she turned around to show off a cat lingerie that had a tail attached to it.
Two weeks after his discovery, he found himself again watching her. She was wearing a black lingerie set and was kneeling on her bed, a slightly distraught expression on her face.
“No, thankfully I’m okay,” she said, and her voice made Jumin’s heart flutter. “It just isn’t working anymore. A lot of smoke came out and I had to call a tow truck.”
He paid attention to the comments as they appeared and figured out it was about her car breaking down. She proceeded to explain how much she needed it to get to work and that she still didn’t have the money for it.
“So, if anyone can donate at least $5 I’d be really thankful,” she shrugged with a sheepish smile that didn’t match with the website he was watching her in.
For the first time ever, he moved his fingers to the keyboard and typed a message.
user18368: ‘How much does it take to fix your car?’
He watched her eyes go to her screen and read his comment.
“Oh, it’s about $2000. So yeah, I’m hoping I can get some here and then maybe sell some of my stuff, I don’t know,” she answered, fixing the strap on her bra.
The big golden ‘Donate’ button seemed to get bigger as he weighed his options. Jumin wasn’t an impulsive person, but seeing her sad face and the fact $2000 wasn’t a lot of money for him to begin with, he impulsively took out his credit card and filled out the form to send the money she needed.
The look of surprise on her face was enough for him to smile when she saw his donation appear on the screen. The cute way she covered her mouth with her hands as she bounced on the bed with glee was all Jumin needed to stop asking what the other people in the chat meant by calling him a ‘simp’. She thanked him, or well, she thanked user18368 for the donation and said she would call him later for his reward.
Reward?
Jumin’s eyes flickered to the stop of the screen where he saw the title of that day’s stream: ‘Emergency giveaway: 1 on 1 session! <3’.
Oh.
Not even five minutes after she finished the stream, he saw a small pop-up on the website that said ‘Sweetheart’ wanted to chat. Jumin swallowed thick and clicked on the ‘Accept’ button, not sure what he was doing. The girl appeared on his screen and waved at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face.
“Hey! Thanks again for the car money. I owe you my life,” she joked, bouncing a little on her bed. Jumin stayed silent. His camera and microphone were off, but she was still smiling at him, and unlike the previous times, she was smiling just at him. “Hey, you don’t have to turn on your camera if you’re uncomfortable, but maybe you could turn your mic on? I’m always nervous some kid got here and I’m corrupting a minor,” she explained with a giggle. Jumin pressed on the microphone button.
“Definitely not a child.”
The girl’s eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks blushing at the same time. She bit her lip and then put on a smile again.
“Okay, what would you like to do? Would you like me to do something you like?”
“No,” Jumin answered quickly. “No, I-- I honestly didn’t know there was a prize behind this. I just wanted to send you the money you needed because I’ve been watching you for a while and I wanted to help out.”
“Oh, for how long?” she asked, curiously.
“A couple of weeks,” he said, embarrassed. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s totally okay,” she assured him, smiling again just the way he was starting to fall for. “I don’t really do a lot of shows in public, but sometimes I agree to do other… stuff in private sessions like this,” she said, playing with her hands.
“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.
“Like… well, sometimes I tell them what I would like someone to do to me. Sometimes I play with myself a bit,” she said, her fingers stroking the hem of her cleavage. Jumin felt himself getting hard at every move she made. “Or I watch them touch themselves. But if you don’t want to turn on your camera it’s really okay. I can tell you what to do.”
“What to do?”
“Uh-huh,” she hummed. “For example, I’d like you to lower your pants right now and touch yourself over your underwear. That is, if you’re wearing any,” she added with a cheeky smile.
Jumin looked at his locked bedroom door, not sure what to do. He had never been one to enjoy these kinds of situations, but there was something about her that drew him to oblige to her every word. She was waiting for him patiently, her innocent face a sharp contrast to what she was asking him to do. Still, he started touching himself over his pajama bottoms, his cock twitching at the attention.
“Mmmm, are you by any chance a little hard?” her voice rang, making him look at the screen again.
“Yeah,” he muttered. Jimin felt dirty, he felt like someone was going to catch him doing something indecorous, but he also couldn’t stop himself from complying to her orders.
“I always take that as a compliment,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Can you touch yourself directly now?”
Jumin did as told, freeing his cock and starting to pump it. He let out a groan as he made contact with his erection and right when he was about to apologize, he saw her biting her lips.
“I like your voice,” she commented, playing with her black babydoll. Jumin kept pumping himself, feeling somewhat proud she was reacting to his voice as well. “Now, I don’t want any fast movements. Just slow, like this,” she said, moving her hand on the screen.
He imitated her hand movements with his own, imagining for a second she was there with him instead of behind a screen.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He wanted to go faster, but her hand was still moving slowly and he wouldn’t be the one to do anything but what she asked him to. He saw her biting his lip when he talked again.
“Okay. Now slowly circle your tip with your thumb. But softly, as if it was a small lick,” she winked. She waited for him to do as she said, his breathing becoming more ragged with every second that went by.
Jumin’s deep grunts were making her squirm on her seat. How could someone’s voice be that attractive? She wished he turned on his camera, but knew better than to pressure him to do so. Closing her eyes, her right hand travelled to her front, underneath her lingerie and started rubbing her clit. She let out a soft mewl, her middle finger drawing circles around her clit, making her see stars.
“Keep pumping yourself, a little faster now” she said, trying to ignore how much she was panting at her own ministrations. “But please, let me hear you more.”
With one hand, he brought his laptop closer to him, so she could listen to his voice better. Jumin was never one to do these things. He had been thought better, he knew the proper way to act with a lady, but… the way she was slightly bouncing on the bed as she touched herself had caused a short circuit inside his head.
“Keep going, keep going,” she whispered, a moan escaping her lips. She parted her legs and even if he couldn’t see anything, the sole sight of her hand rubbing against her while her face was contorted in pure pleasure was enough to send Jumin over the edge. He grunted as he did so, staining his stomach with his release, as his eyes were still glued on the screen.
She kept touching herself, the sound of Jumin’s orgasm obviously affecting her, as her back arched as she kept her hand moving rapidly.
A dark idea crossed Jumin’s mind as he saw her getting closer, an idea he might not have acted on unless he was sure she couldn’t see him, like in that moment.
“Keep going,” Jumin instructed her, his voice a bit hoarse as he was just coming back to his senses. She opened the eyes and looked at the screen, her cheeks bright red, and nodded. In a matter of seconds, she was orgasming in front of him, and Jumin thought he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Even as she broke down, her face looked pristine, innocent, and the way she hadn’t even undressed herself or seen him for her to come undone was making his head spin.
She inhaled deeply as she tried to regulate her breathing, a shy smile as she looked at the front camera.
“Sorry, I-- Your voice is just… really hot,” she muttered, looking down at her hands.
“It's okay. You’re very enticing yourself,” he replied, wishing he was able to pull her on his lap and hold her close after sharing such a moment. 
She thanked him again for the money and he shrugged it off. The little wave she did to him as she said goodbye stayed on his mind for the rest of the week.
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It was like everyone he met knew what he had done one week ago. Jumin knew they didn’t, but that didn’t help from feeling stressed whenever someone looked at him for a second longer than needed. The girl with the long brown hair and big eyes was living on his mind, twisting and twirling the red strings he had there, only managing him to confuse him even more. He had avoided her stream the last few days, wanting to desintoxicate himself, but quickly learnt it wasn’t possible.
“We’re here,” Jaehee said, as Driver Kim stopped the car. It was supposed to be a short balance meeting after the last RFA party, and taking into consideration everyone’s schedules, they had agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. Jaehee had assured everyone the meeting shouldn’t be longer than half an hour, but that their presence was necessary as she needed everyone to sign some documentation for the donations.
When he entered the coffee shop with Jaehee, he saw Saeyoung, Zen and Yoosung were already there. After muttering ‘good afternoon’, she sat on his seat and watched idly as Saeyoung was teasing Yoosung over something he didn’t quite hear.
“Now that the CEO-in-line is here, we can finally order,” Zen said, rolling his eyes at him. Jumin ignored him, not having the energy to respond to that. The actor called over one of the waitressed, who quickly approached their table.
“Hi! Are you ready to order now?” she asked in a cheerful tone.
Jumin didn’t even have to look up to know whose voice he had just heard.
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I AM LOOKING!!! AT THE SAERAN AND KITTEN POSTS!!! Any chance you’ll do a third part of them either during the AE or after?? It’s just so damn cute!!
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Saeran had an increasing pile of work to contend with. At least, this time, it was work that he did not mind doing. The whole point of being able to do this work was to be able to find out where his brother had gone.
Although he was used to very long hours as far as crunching his fingers against his keyboard, what he wasn't used to was the sheer fact the key was allowed to take breaks and stop at any time. He had never been given that option before and it frankly felt like a luxury.
In the past, he knew what it felt like to work until his fingers and joints felt like they were going to snap. He could lose himself into a rhythm and it wouldn't be a problem at all for him to keep on going. However, he was adjusting to this lovely and newfound freedom.
To go from being utterly limited to being uncontrolled?
Now that was something that was hard to put into words. In a way, it kind of felt like being shoved into cold water all of a sudden. It was like a culture shock that he wasn't ready for but was thrust into his hands. It wasn't such a bad thing, because he had you in his life and he had others now.
He didn't have to work alone any more isolated from the rest of the world. He was able to see the clouds, the sky, the sun, the light, and everything in between.
Saeran wasn't alone anymore.
This was something that he never accounted for.
It was something that he was happy for, too.
Presently, it was late into the evening and he was finishing up the work for the day. Everyone else went ahead and stopped for the day but he had found something that looked like it was heading in the right direction so he decided to get a good headstart.
It was a very slim chance that it was going to lead him to an exact answer, but it was possible that might give him a hint. His eyes lingered on the most recent photo of his brother. He was doing this to save him. He just wished that he knew where to look.
He sighed, fingers clacking against the keys just as a furry mass plopped down against his hand. He looked away from the screen to see that his kitten had found his way from the corner of the room and jumped from a chair onto the desk to bother him.
The cat had been staring at the photo as well. It was odd. It was like he seemed to understand what was wrong. Not the cats weren't able to understand most things things, it just seemed strange to him that he was fixating on the same thing that Saeran was.
You had mentioned that cats liked to mirror their humans, so that's why he liked to go and plop by Saeran. He wanted to be like him!
If Saeran turned his back for a minute, the little thing would sprawl across his keyboard. His own working theory was that he really just wanted someplace warm to lay, and a warm laptop was a good spot to find it. The sounds of purring let him know that he wasn't getting anymore work done.
There was no doubt in his mind that he was really anxious at the moment. For some reason, this little cat just recognized whenever Saeran was feeling bad.
He seemingly always sprang into action at just the right moment to comfort him. It reminded him a lot of the way that you were whenever you've realized that he was having an episode. In a way, the kitten and you were the two things that he loved more than anything in this life.
To have people loved him unconditionally despite how he saw himself was important. Sure, a lot more people were starting to care about him but it meant the most to him that you two were there with him. You both had seen him at his lowest and stayed by his side.
That meant something to Saeran.
"Pesky thing," he sighed, mumbling the kitten's nickname as it cozied up to him. He stroked the back of his head. "I guess you want me to go to bed, too, huh? [Y/N] dozed off a while ago. We shouldn't leave them alone, huh?"
"Meeeeeow."
Saeran frowned. He usually talked to himself but now he had someone who listened. Jumin had mentioned to him that speaking to Elizabeth the 3rd often helped his nerves. "I know I told them I wouldn't be long behind but... I'm worried about Saeyoung. What if he's suffering? I don't... want him to suffer."
"Meooooooow."
"I guess it won't help if I'm exhausted, yes. Thank you, then. You could've left with [Y/N] but you did just stay in the office with me again instead. Let's go see your other parent, huh? Haha, don't make that face. Yes, you're a cute bribe so that they don't swat my arm with a pillow for working too hard. You knew what you signed up for when you gave them those eyes in the garden, didn't you?"
"Meeeeeeeeew."
Saeran closed his laptop and scooped up the cat from it's spot. The photo of his brother he had been looking at was still weighing on his mind. It may take longer than he wanted.
His brother was a Survivor. They were both survivors. That meant that they could get through anything, and he knew when he closed his eyes, that his brother was alive. As long as he had that feeling in his chest, he knew that his word was worth something.
At least, the cat took his mind off things. He spent a lot of time just curled up in the corner or playing with Elizabeth, so it was nice to know he was still chatty and quite enriched in C&R's spaces.
He curled up in Saeran's arms and got a little too cozy as he headed back to the room that you and he were staying in. His little family was growing and it was all right. It didn't feel like the end of the world anymore. It felt like things were finally going to work out in a good way. He just had to have faith. In the same way that this cat had faith in him.
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Sugar and Spice Day 3
July 14th
Rock concert (Rockstar/Fan)
“Five minutes till curtains up!” the man ran backstage shouting over the din. Saeran expected a knock on his door shortly and sure enough, it came. Without waiting for an answer, the man opened the door to let him know the time limit. Saeran locked eyes with him through the mirror and nodded.
Once the door was again closed, he stared at himself. He’d long ago bleached his hair white to differentiate himself from his twin. Saeyoung worked in the shadows, it wouldn’t do to have a famous brother who looked exactly like him. He also utilized colored lenses. It served two purposes, he didn’t need to wear glasses, in fact, his fans didn’t even know he needed them, and the mint green was a stark contrast to his regular, amber-colored eyes. The pink tips were a more recent addition, but he liked them.
Black eyeliner was expertly applied, years of practice making it almost effortless. He took a sponge and smudged it, giving himself that perfect edgy look. The earrings were already in, silver crosses dangling on each side of his face. Ironic really, considering he didn’t believe in God. The thick black silver studded collar was snuggly around his neck as was the matching cuff around his right wrist. He stood and grabbed his leather jacket, sliding it on and glancing into the full-length mirror he had been given in his dressing room. He was comfortable in this persona. The music had been a way for him to deal with his life. Writing down his anger, confusion, and loneliness was a way to get it out of him. It became bigger than him pretty quickly and he found that hiding behind rock stardom meant he didn’t have to answer any real questions about his true self. It worked. Except it kept him lonely and alone. He’d come to terms with spending the rest of his life that way. It was easier than imagining being real with someone. Who could ever love the real him anyway?
He smirked at his reflection as he laced up his biker boots. Time to bring the house down!
..
He was soaked in sweat but didn’t feel tired. In fact, he felt invigorated, like every time he finished a concert. Feeding off the audience was one of the biggest perks to his career. Someone handed him a towel and he wiped his face with it.
“Great show Saeran!” one of the concert coordinators told him. She held a tablet to her chest and had a handful of fans behind her. Five doe eyed girls and one shy looking boy. Well, now that he looked closer, he was definitely a man, close to his own age. He looked sheepish being with the teenaged groupies. “These are the VIP’s for tonight’s afterparty. Thought I’d introduce you before you change.”
“Nice! Great to meet you, I’m glad we’ll be hanging out tonight. Hope you have a good time. Congrats on winning the backstage passes.” He regurgitated. There wasn’t always an afterparty but there were some special guests, rich, who had paid for the whole thing, so he’d been pressed to oblige them with an appearance. He hated the politics of being famous, but he did love his fans. It was because of them that he could enjoy what he did. If it was up to him, he’d fill the party with fans and not rich entitled groupies. He knew he would spend the night fending off offers to ‘get to know each other better’ all night.
“Oh my GOD! It’s really you!”
“Wow! You’re so HOT!”
“Ahhh, my friends are never gonna believe this!”
The girls were just cookie cutter versions of every other girl he’d seen. He couldn’t blame them; it’s how they sold his image. The man looked embarrassed; he wouldn’t even look him in the eye. He took the chance to check him out. He appeared to be a tad shorter than himself, with blond hair and pink clips holding back his bangs. He wore one of his concert shirts and tight-fitting skinny jeans. His nails were painted alternating pink and black with the black ones having his band’s logo on it, a mint green eye. So he really was a fan. Cute too.
“Uh, well, like the lady said, I have to go get changed for the party, I’ll see you all there. And be sure to grab your swag bags before you leave, don’t let them rip you off there! There’s a CD with a snippet of some of our new songs.” He winked and walked off. There was a lot of oohing and ahhing as he left.
He took a quick shower and dressed in a ripped black T-shirt, black jeans and his biker boots, putting all his accessories back on and reapplying his eyeliner. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked out to the convention center next to the arena. Of course he wasn’t alone, he had security that surrounded him and paparazzi snapping pics as he made his way to the party. They screamed questions at him that he didn’t answer, he smirked, the signature look the media had come to know him by. Surrounded by so many yet feeling so alone. Making it next door took longer than it should have because of the circus around him, but make it he did.
Once he was inside he was taken by the arm by the coordinator who had introduced him to the fans, he couldn’t remember her name but she seemed nice enough. At least she didn’t flirt with him like other women did and took her job seriously.
“You’re here, great, first you should go say hi to the Han family, they’re the ones footing the bill for this afterparty, then you can have a few minutes with the fans before talking to some reporters…”
“Whoah.” He stopped in his tracks and could swear she left skid marks with her heels she’d been going so fast. “I want more than just a few minutes with those fans, and who are all these people anyway?” He saw his bandmates and some of the roadies, but everyone else was a stranger.
“Nobody you need to worry about, uh, I’ll see what I can do with the schedule.” She seemed frazzled but clicked away on her tablet while heading off again. He assumed he should follow, so he did.
“Mr. Han, I appreciate you taking the time and effort for this function.” Saeran greeted the elderly man.
“Ah, of course of course, anything for my new bride!” he had his arm around a young woman who was clearly less than half his age. The rumors about C&R’s head were obviously true. Standing on his other side was a tall and elegant man who appeared to wish he was anywhere but here. He’d seen that face plastered on magazines of all sorts. The heir apparent, Director of C&R, Jumin Han. They nodded respectfully at each other, Saeran feeling sorry for the man and having to deal with his father’s escapades, but the old man seemed like a descent sort. After a few minutes of his ‘wife’ fawning all over him, making him feel uncomfortable, the coordinator pulled him away. He was thankful to her for saving him.
She escorted him towards a section in the back, past all the dancing and the loud music, that was closed off. The music was still loud but at least he could hear himself think. In the section the fans sat, eating and drinking snacks on the coffee table. They all stood up and rushed him. Well, the girls did, touching him and giggling. Where were their parents? They didn’t look old enough to be out. They sat him down and pressed against him. The blond man sat to the side in a chair and continued to sip his cola and eat the snacks, sneaking a look now and then. He wished he could just be alone with him and have a conversation. At least he wouldn’t try to crawl on his lap like these girls seemed to want to do. Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind if the blond tried that.
After about 30 minutes, which felt like a lifetime, the coordinator gathered up the girls and took them out. It was past midnight and he guessed he had been right about their age, couldn’t have minors out at all hours of the night. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It felt like they had leached some of his life force out and he was drained.
“I guess that happens all the time to you huh?”
Saeran sat up abruptly, how could he have forgotten about the blond?
“Sorry, I’ll go if you want to be alone.” He stood and Saeran panicked.
“NO!” he stood, banging his knee on the coffee table, sending him on his ass back on the sofa. He grabbed at the knee, eyes scrunched, “Ow ow ow…”
“Let me see.” Suddenly there was a presence by him as the blond sat beside him, his fingers touching his knee. Because of the ripped jeans, it was easy to see his skin in that area. “Doesn’t look so bad, at least you didn’t break the skin. You’ll have a hell of a bruise though.” The blond raised his gaze to Saeran and he finally got to see the full view. Wow, those eyes knocked him out, was that color even natural? Maybe he was wearing amethyst-colored lenses like what he himself wore. His face was kind, a soft pink flush growing across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. It was adorable.
“Ah, that was really stupid of me. But…I’m glad you didn’t leave. We didn’t even get a chance to chat.” Saeran tried to regain his coolness but found he couldn’t seem to be bothered to try and act in front of this man. “Uh, what’s your name?”
“Yoosung. Don’t have to ask yours I guess.” He smiled, lighting up the entire room.
“Yoosung…I like it.”
“Thanks. I…uh…like you. I mean…I…your music…I…I…like your music…and…uh…I”
Saeran laughed and waved off Yoosung’s explanation.
“So you’re a fan huh? And what…a doctor?” he asked, placing his foot on the ground gently, still rubbing his knee.
“Not quite. But I am going to medical school. And yes, a BIG fan!” his eyes got large, as did his smile. “Your songs spoke to me when I was at a really low point. I don’t know, it felt like you knew what I was going through and understood my pain.” The smile faltered as his thoughts went back to those days. Saeran reached out and placed his hand on Yoosung’s, yes, he knew what it was like to be in pain, he could see it in his eyes.
Their eyes met, an understanding passing between them.
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Hey, it’s me, the one who request the moth headcanon, sorry about the trouble and if it’s okay, instead I would like to see an MC who’s major is digital arts and animation. If not, it’s fine, just have a great day.
RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who's major is digital arts and animations
Hey! It was no trouble at all! I hope that it’s okay for you tho, I am happy that you could request something different! I hope you enjoy this one too! Have a nice day!
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Jumin
Your husband observed you. Ever since he installed a room for you alone in his penthouse, you could finally work from home a bit more.
He hadn’t realized that even before you came into the RFA, he had already worked with you.
Your major, digital arts and animation, was often used for his advertising or other programs.
You often wanted to meet the CEO, but since he always thought that you would be just a gold digger, he always rejected you, just making Jaehee send emails with the things he wanted to have inserted.
Well, today he regretted his choice back then.
Instead, he observed you.
You were working on a new project.
,,How many years did you have to study? I mean, you have so many majors… Design Director, Storyboard Director, I didn’t know, you were multitalented, my love,’’ he praised you.
You even worked a lot with the audio.
You looked up and smiled at your husband.
,,Thank you, my love. I’m trying to make your latest project work. Wanna see?’’ you asked him.
However he knew that your work would be amazing and wanted to have it be a surprise rather than get spoiled.
Zen
Your boyfriend never understood how you could be such a good multitasker.
You could cook, set the table, chat with Jaehee, and even post something on your blog.
But once he saw you at work, he understood.
It had something to do with your job.
You had to work in different kinds of media at the same time.
,,This isn’t just one,’’ you told him and scrolled through your phone.
Your long hair was in your way so you put it away with one hand.
,,I have to work with the sound, video, and stop-motion graphics at the same time. I do this and much more, but I don’t want to annoy you,’’ you laughed as you looked up.
,,You don’t annoy me, Mrs. Director,’’ he laughed and kissed you.
You were even the director of a whole section and helped new students get into the job.
,,Okay, so, see this video?’’ you showed him an animated movie you just got via email.
,,This was made by my students, but she used the wrong program because the audio is slightly separated from the video itself,’’ you told him.
He hadn’t noticed anything at first, but after you told him, he saw it too.
,,And you noticed after a few seconds? You’re amazing!’’ he smiled and looked over your shoulders. You were still cooking.
Yoosung
Your husband wondered why he never saw you or met you since your college wasn’t that far away from his building.
But thank God both of you finally met thanks to the RFA.
He was also amazed by you because you were pretty famous among students.
You even had your own blog and of course you programmed everything yourself.
It looked amazing.
You had every single section working in there, but your point was the digital arts and animation.
,,Did you really have to submit a portfolio to be admitted?’’ he asked you when he read your latest blog.
You nodded at him as you typed something on your keyboard.
,,Mhm, especially to bachelor of fine arts,’’ you told him.
He didn’t quite understand, but he still nodded.
,,I didn’t have to,’’ he mumbled.
,,That’s why it’s written on there. The little word ,,may’’ says that you possibly have to, but not always,’’ you told him, making him sulk.
,,I know what ,,may’’ means… ah, and tell me. What are the admission requirements?’’ he asked you.
You turned your head and looked at him.
,,Can you maybe read the whole post instead of just the keywords? You need to check on the page itself for the requirements. Every university does it differently,’’ you told him and closed the page.
,,Ah. I just wanted to test you,’’ he smiled and looked at you.
He looked so up to you. You always knew what the latest LOLOL update changed in the game. You were amazing...
Jaehee
,,What? You went to Harvard University?’’ Zen asked you. He didn’t know that he was in a group with such an intelligent person and you were even Jaehee’s girlfriend.
You nodded.
,,She’s also very creative. Did you see our advertisement? She did it herself. Pretty amazing, right?!’’ Jaehee said proudly, no one had ever seen her that excited.
You changed her.
You and Jaehee also often went to different festivals to check the latest innovations. It was something even Jaehee was interested in.
And thanks to you, she even understood a few things since you were very good at explaining things.
,,Should we buy this new keyboard? It fits much better than the one you have now in your studio,’’ she told you and admired the keyboard in front of you.
She looked up to you since you were such a hard worker as a owner of a coffee shop and even a designer of word advertisements and 2d animation.
Saeyoung
,,You make pretty good money, huh?’’ he asked you as he looked around.
Your studio just looked so aesthetically pleasing in the middle of Seoul.
You shrugged your shoulders as you kept typing something.
Then you took your pen between your fingers and began to draw something.
You were a storyboard artist.
Saeyoung, your finacé, loved to watch you.
He sometimes even helped you when a program stopped working.
,,Look, which one do you like more?’’ you asked him as you turned your screen towards him to show him a park.
,,Mh, I don’t know. What’s the story? LIke, this one looks cute as if you’re in a fairy tale, but this one looks more realistic,’’ he answered, making you turn the display again.
You nodded and stood up, taking your jacket and facing your fiancé. ,,We are going to the park now,’’ you said and pulled him by the hand.
That’s what he loved about you.
He, too, was someone who would simply do his work, but you wanted to give your best, even at  that moment.
At the end of the day, you however, knew which one you would decide on and you were happy that Saeyoung opened your eyes.
Saeran
,,Mc! It’s so nice to see you here!’’ someone said and hugged you.
Saeran observed the person who was so happy to see you.
Both of you were in a foreign country and people still knew you?
You hugged the person who was apparently named Mira.
,,Saeran, this was my teacher, Mira,’’ you said and told Mira about your boyfriend.
She was so happy to see that you got a boyfriend.
,,Have fun here and go visit Josef! He will be happy to see you!’’ she said, meaning your other teacher.
You took Saeran and with him you walked through every department.
,,They try to motivate you to be creative, get started, start your own company, make your own shows, produce medical videos or animations, and they want you to learn things by doing,’’ you explained.
At some point, you arrived at a place that was lit by lights. Students had pencils in their hands and they began to draw something on their papers. This was something that amazed Saeran.
,,I thought it’s digital art,’’ he whispered.
You nodded. ,,They first try to make you get used to it. When you’re ready, you can move to the digital version,’’ you told him and observed the students.
It was a pretty good day and Saeran also enjoyed seeing you presentate something on a stage about your own work in South Korea.
He was proud of you.
Jihyun
Hand in hand, both of you walked into an institute to talk about digital art.
Jihyun also liked art a lot. However, he was a painter.
But your art was also something beautiful in his eyes.
He once tried it, but failed.
,,I remember back then, I also was unsure if digital art was real art, but after I saw it myself… I’m sorry I was like that back then… so don’t give up if people are the same here as in this art institute,’’ he told you.
You nodded.
Your goal was it to teach digital art in that institute and they first invited you to talk about it.
They first invited you in and then they were ready to listen to you.
,,Thank you for your words,’’ the older man said and nodded.
,,However, digital art is, itself, placed under the larger umbrella term new media art that doesn’t require any effort, Mrs. Kim. Digital art is not considered real art,’’ he said and closed his book with the notes.
,,Why did you invite my wife then?’’ Jihyun asked as you watched your dreams get crushed in front of your eyes.
No one dared to say anything. Were you just the laugh stock? Why did you even make the effort? You were ready to give up when Jihyun began to say something again. ,,I can understand you. At first we thought that digital art was easy. Why should we ask a teacher to teach us? I’m an artist myself and I thought like that too, but here too, just like the art with real pens and colors, you need to start with it gradually. I experienced it myself and I was surprised by how difficult it was. I beg you, try at least once to draw a forest in digital art,’’ Jihyun said, begging the person in front of him.
,,Very well, I have been an artist since my twenties and I am now sixty years old,’’ he laughed and took your tablet, ready to draw.
While he was drawing, you did the same on the second tablet and a bit later you all noticed the difference, making them all apologize to you.
,,I can’t thank you enough,’’ you sobbed as both of you walked out of the room, you overjoyed about the good news.
,,I told you not to give up on them. They were just like me,’’ he laughed and kissed your hand before you could both go and pick up Lucy at Jumin’s penthouse.
Vanderwood
When he first saw your room, not Rika’s, but your own home, he was kind of shocked to know that you were almost like Agent 707.
He quickly noticed that just like him, you loved your profession.
It was something that satisfied you immediately ever since you first learned how things worked.
Indeed, animation was attracting more and more people and you were one of them.
,,Back then, when we lived in Japan, we somehow won a sightseeing trip and I got to see the Ghibli studio. I think that that was the moment I fell in love with it,’’ you told him as he looked around.
,,And then? I mean, Japan is one of the best countries to study animation, right?’’ he asked you. Vanderwood was truly interested in it.
He wanted to know everything about you.
The brown haired man wanted to know what made your eyes shine so brightly and why you were so in love with your job.
,,Uhm, yeah. Spain is the best country to study animation, but I also expected it to be Japan. Back then and still today, living there was too expensive. My parents wanted to move back to Korea and so I went to Spain to study my dream,’’ you laughed.
,,I’m amazed. I expected you to go with your parents,’’ he laughed and observed you.
,,I was amazed by myself too, you know? It was a hard decision, but I never regretted what I did. I could fulfil my dream and it’s my life after all.
And knowing more languages is even better because there are so many more opportunities,’’ you laughed.
,,Please never lock the door in other languages like Agent 707,’’
You laughed at his comment. ,,I won’t… but maybe something animated?’’ you teased him.
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marveloussupernerd · 3 years
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Miss Trustfund Kid - Zen x Han!MC
Chapter 2 - Dinner Nerves
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Synopsis: The younger sister of Jumin Han. An actor and model who thought he wanted nothing to do with the family. But you’re... different. And he could actually picture a life with you? If he wasn’t such an asshole
You were pacing the conference room nonstop. A negotiation dinner? Just sitting down with Zen to sign the papers made you want to throw up. You weren’t good at this
But what were you going to do? Jaehee had made reservations for the nice restaurant nearby, you were all dressed, you had sent Zen the information...
Jumin knocked on the door to the room, making you jump visibly. “Did I scare you?” He asked, closing the door quietly behind him.
You buried your face in your hands. “I messed it up, Jumin. He didn’t sign. He wants to talk more about it tonight.”
Jumin sighed, leaning against the conference table. “He’s always difficult. I didn’t think he’d be so bad for you, though. I’m sorry.”
“I’ve never done a negotiation dinner. This is so out of my league.”
He glanced over at you, eyes scanning your features. “You’re really stressed, huh?”
You pouted. “I just don’t like feeling like I’ve let you and dad down.”
He sighed, pushing himself off the table and wrapping you into a hug. “You’re not letting us down. You want me to go instead? I’ll whip him into shape.”
“I wanna go... I really do. But I’m just incompetent. And I messed it up already. I think I’d be better staying back and doing other work.” You felt dejected, but you had messed this up enough already. You didn’t want to risk the deal falling through because of you.
“Okay. Don’t worry about it.” He looked down at you. “You did great. Don’t feel bad.”
“I’m sorry...” you apologized again. Jumin just gave you a soft smile and excused himself, having to get ready for his dinner.
You settled down and got back to work, trying to avoid thinking about the situation. Hours passed, you absolutely refusing to look at your phone and trying to absorb yourself into your work to forget about the whole situation.
A knock sounded on the door, much later. The office that had once been lit up by the blue sky, now was illuminated only by the moon and the flourescent ceiling lights. You glanced at your phone: 9:17. Then at the door. You were surprised to see the model back, waiting for your beckoning to come in.
You stood up to meet him by the door. “Hi, come on in. I’m sorry I skipped out on our dinner; to be honest, I’m not fully confident in the negotiation sort of thing.” You flashed him an apologetic smile.
He chuckled. “I’m sorry for making you panic. I thought I was being upfront, but sometimes I just can’t get my point acros. I was actually just trying to ask you to dinner.” He pulled a bag of food from behind his back, holding it out in front of him. “Have you eaten yet?”
Oh. You were an idiot. You felt heat rushing to your face: you were pretty bad at picking up on those sorts of signs, huh? “I’m so sorry!” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m so stupid. Yes. I’d love to have dinner with you.”
“Good.” He strolled over to the table, taking a seat next to the one you had been working at, laying out the burgers and French fries he had gotten. “It’s nothing like the place we were supposed to go to, but still.”
“You went there anyways!” You giggled, happily taking some of the fries.
“Yeah, but I got out of there as quickly as possible when I saw who I had to meet with. You sent Jumin after me? Really? I’m hurt.” He held his chest in fake pain.
You shrugged unapologetically. “Well, he’s the one who signed me up to do this, so it was his job to clean up my supposed mess.”
“I thought you were ghosting me.”
“No! I’m just really bad at picking up signals. My relationship and flirting life has been very dry,” you explained, looking down at your food, embarrassed to admit it.
“Really? But you seem so fun to be around.”
You shook your head. “People take one look at me and run for the hills. I can’t say I blame them though. Everyone thinks I’m stiff and intimidating and snobby.”
“You genuinely look like none of the above. You seem like a nice, beautiful, down to earth person.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” you grinned, unable to hide the smile on your face.
The room fell into a comfortable silence for a minute, the two of you focusing on your food. You decided to break it and get to know him better. “So, do you have any siblings?” Obviously you had one, that went without saying, but you wondered if he was an only child or if he had to share the spotlight too. You could see either case.
“I have an older brother, yeah, but I’m not really on good terms with my family...”
“That sucks. I’m sorry about that. Could I ask why?”
You were afraid of him shutting you down, but he just looked at you and smiled. “Well, they’re really well educated and they didn’t really support my dreams to be an actor, so...”
“Oh. My family’s chaotic and all but they’ve always supported my career goals, so that’s nice. I’m sorry your situation is so different.”
You finished up your food, throwing the empty containers into the bag and throwing it away.
“Thank you for bringing me food. Sorry I’m embarrassingly bad on picking up your cues earlier. It was really sweet of you to come see me,” you told him. Nobody had ever gone out of their way for you. They just wanted you for the status or the money — well, it was quite possible he was the same, but he didn’t feel like it. You hoped you were right.
“Of course.” He stood up from his spot. “Uh, now I’m always a gentleman, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m super attracted to you and I would love to give you a kiss good night.” His ears were tinted red at his own statement, but his eyes met yours, no fear or hesitation in them.
You giggled. He was just so cute and chivalrous? This was probably a bad decision. “Of course you can.”
He cupped your cheek, leaning in close. He smelled like peppermint. His nose brushed against yours, taking his time to place his lips on yours.
“Miss Han, I hate to interrupt, but you have a call on line one,” Jaehee stated, standing awkwardly in the doorway and rubbing her arm.
You jumped back from Zen. “Oh! Thank you!” Flustered, you went over to the desk and picked up the phone, sending an apologetic glance over to Zen.
“Hello,” you started the call, grabbing your notebook and planner just in case you needed it, “this is Y/N Han.”
“Hi! Sorry for the late call. This is James Amei from NovaTech. I was looking over our contract and found something we wanted to talk over.”
“Oh! It’s no problem. I’m working late as always anyways. We’ll get you in here as soon as possible to discuss...” you glanced up at Zen, who was still standing where you left him, a look on his face that you couldn’t quite read. “Uh, how’s Tuesday at 2:30?”
A pause. “That’s great. Thank you so much.”
“No problem!” You flipped through your book. “Have a great rest of your night, and tell Shannon I said hi!”
He bid you good night then hung up. You looked back over to Zen. “Sorry about that. The work never ends.”
He was still blank faced, staring at you. You looked down at your hands, trying to figure out what the issue was.
“Oh! I write down details about all the people I correspond with in my journal. It’s nice to recall little things about them, like his wife or whatever.”
Nope. That wasn’t it.
“Are you okay? Do you need a water?”
He blinked hard, then shook his head. “I’m... your his sister?”
“Huh?”
Oh. Jumin’s. You nodded your head. “I honestly thought you knew.”
He shook his head violently. “I didn’t know. I- God. I hate his guts. How can you two seem so different?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well we have different moms. And we were raised different. He was raised as the heir to the company. I was just raised as... me.”
“You’re Miss Trustfund Kid?”
Uh. So maybe he wasn’t as amused by this as you thought he may be.
“...an argument could be made for that, yes. I didn’t realize you didn’t know, and I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”
You were almost... offended? That the second he found out who you were his whole attitude took a shift. It sucked. This is how it always was though.
He ran a hand through his hair, his face looking far more tired than it did a few minutes ago. “I’m sorry. I’m being rude. I just- you’re his sister!?”
“Yup.”
“Like you two... played together as kids!?”
“Jumin didn’t really like children’s toys all that much.”
Zen frowned. “Of course he didn’t. But still. You grew up together?”
“Yes. He’s a few years older though.”
“You grew up with V?”
“Of course.”
Zen took a seat. “I just... wow. Wow.”
“You look like someone told you you have a week to live.”
He glanced at you, then pouted. “I’m just surprised.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “What? You don’t like me now? What’s so different, I have money?” You grinned. “I’m a college student getting my PhD, so I’m definitely no Jumin.”
“I just assumed you were going to be in the family business.”
You grinned, shaking your head. You were proud of paving your own path. “Nah. I’m in law and I want to be a professor.”
“You’re so badass.”
“You so hate that you like me.”
He stood from his chair, leaning forward to lock his lips with yours. It wasn’t the chivalrous, gentle sort of kiss that you were expecting a few moments ago, but it was just as good, maybe even better? He was a fury of emotions and passion and he was handsome and witty and amazing. Even if this was a bad idea, it was a great one.
Until a voice broke you out of your spell.
“What in God’s name are you doing to my sister?”
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mrs-han · 3 years
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Forever
@mrs-mc-han: Hiiiiii! Can I please please please request an MC who is super loud an extroverted! She doesn’t mean to or really even notice. she tends to yell when excited and use a lot of hand motions and laugh loudly. and she was never aware of it until she heard one of Jumin’s employees gossiping in the bathroom at C&R and goes to Jumin in tear apologizing for making him seem unprofessional. If you do this I will be so happy🥺🥺I love your work! Thank you💕
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Gurrrl! I went through three different drafts because none of them felt right! But I finally settled on one! Here we go!
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"Ow!! Don't -!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jumin carefully sat you up, his hand on your lower back. "I added too much pressure this time... I'm sorry, darling."
"No, don't apologize, Jumy... it's so nice of you to help me to begin with," you smiled forcibly, gripping his hand.
"It wounds me to see you in so much pain," Jumin sighed, his fingers lightly trailing over your shoulder blades. "How long do you need to rest?"
"Six weeks," you moaned, turning and burying your sulky face against Jumin's neck. "Which is impossible, by the way. What am I supposed to do for six weeks!"
"Rest, obviously," Jumin jested, poking your cheek.
"... Rest, obviously," you imitated. "I mean! What else am I gonna do? Huh? What, I can't do anything except rest?"
"Calm down," Jumin cooed, winding his arms around you. "I'll tell you what. How do you feel about coming to work with me, hm? It's remote, quiet, and you can stay in my office."
"And do nothing?" You pouted.
"I have plenty of board and card games that will keep you busy. Or, you can bring your tablet and play the games you have on there. What do you say?"
"That sounds like... a reason for you to spy on me," you smirked.
Jumin batted his eyelashes. "So what if it is?"
"That sounds like a plan," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "To coming with you to the office, not to the spying."
"Drats," Jumin said stoically, lifting you from the couch and placing you on the bed. "Did you take your medication, love?"
"I did," you blushed, realizing for the millionth time how lucky you were to be reminded. "Come here, hubby. Cuddle close."
~~~
The height of C&R's structure never failed to frighten you. You stood dumbfounded as Jumin gathered your things and grabbed your hand.
"Are you all right?" He smiled, tightening his hold.
"Did you guys expand somehow? The building looks ten times larger than when I was here last!" You smiled, throwing your arm out and flinching shortly after. "Ow! Ow..."
"Be careful," Jumin uttered, rubbing your back. "The building hasn't gotten any bigger... it seems my proposal for cat tree extension has been denied."
"You made a proposal for a cat tree extension?!" You laughed.
"Oh, look. I'm going to be late. Let's go," Jumin mumbled hastily, leading you delicately to the inside of the building.
The sights and the interior sounds were more or less the same since you had last visited. Hurried footsteps and the sound of passes that approved access mixed with the familiar smell of citrus - your senses were overtaken and overwhelmed.
"Why do you look so shocked? You were here just last week," Jumin chuckled, easing you past the security booths.
Before you could respond, you heard a familiar pair of heels making a beeline towards you. You turned and glowed as Jaehee, folders in hand, stopped and bowed towards Jumin.
"Mr. Han -"
"Jaehee!!"
She straightened and smiled as you crashed against her, hugging her. She tucked her folder under her arm and gave you a reassuring pat. "How have you been, MC? All Mr. Han talks about is how you injured your back."
"Even during meetings?! Jumin, shame on you!"
Jumin turned his head, hiding his flushed expression.
"Don't be too hard on him. It's a rarity to see how much he cares for someone other than his cat," Jaehee quipped under her breath.
"We're going," Jumin blurted, grabbing your arm and leading you to one of the many elevators.
"Yes, Mr. Han," Jaehee said quickly, fixing her glasses and her posture.
~~~
"What happened to your office?!" You shouted.
Jumin pursed his lips and blinked quickly. "I felt the need to redecorate."
You rushed into the office and threw your arms open. "Jumin, there are pictures of me everywhere!! OW!!"
"Don't strain yourself by yelling, darling."
Jaehee quickly closed Jumin's office door behind her. "Forgive my sudden intrusion towards this heartwarming conversation, but Mr. Han?"
"Ah, yes. The meeting."
"Jumin, you are -"
"Silly? Adorable? Quite the catch?" Jumin crooned, massaging your back.
You faltered and wrapped your arms firmly around him, giggling as he peppered kisses to your face.
Jumin hummed gently, his fingers curling over and into your hair. "I'll be back, my love. And when I come back, I'll give you the massage you deserve. Don't miss me too much."
"Impossible. I miss you already if only you knew -"
"Mr. Han," Jaehee spoke more pointedly.
"All right, all right." Jumin sighed, the stars in his eyes now replaced by businesslike determination.
"Be strong, my brave man," you grinned.
Jumin grabbed your hand, planted a firm kiss on your palm, and turned quickly, lest Jaehee fire another warning. You closed the door and bit hard at your lip as you observed Jumin's gallery.
Photos of you sleeping, smiling, holding Elizabeth the Third - even pictures of the highly publicized wedding day - were scattered with the finesse Jumin naturally possessed.
"I love you so much, you silly man," you said under your breath, running your fingers over his desk and finally settling yourself on his seat.
You managed to keep yourself busy for half an hour, drawing hearts on Jumin's notepad and playing a round or two of virtual Uno. Boredom was a hell of a demon, so you figured there was no harm in walking around.
Opening the door to his office, you peeked your head through and slid out. You were greeted with polite smiles and inclined heads as you walked through the floor, making you feel... oddly uncomfortable. No doubt, everyone was polite to you because they knew who you were - if you were to make one complaint, Jumin would take immediate action.
But you pushed your suspicions of trivial matters aside and smiled widely towards the ostensibly friendly employees.
Your brows furrowed, and your shoulders tensed the longer you were outside of Jumin's office. You understood what Jumin meant; that feeling of suffocation seemed to hover over your person and only caused more stress to your back as you unconsciously hunched.
You traveled to the café, desirous for some breathing air - there had to be some sense of normalcy where people ate. Still, heads turned as soon as your footfalls could be heard, and more disturbingly flashy smiles were shined your way.
Cramped and in agony, you retreated quickly to the nearest restroom, rubbed your neck, and yanked your phone out.
Hey, honey! Are you almost done?
Jumin usually answered you immediately, but his response still hadn't come your way. Pushing a stall door open, you slumped into the toilet seat and continued to try to work the knot on your back.
"Jumin, shame on you ~!"
Laughter reverberated through the restroom, and you froze in place.
"She's so tacky!"
"And so loud. Could you hear her from accounting?"
"Yes! No offense to Mr. Han, but the least he can do is put her in her place."
"Ha, no offense to Mr. Han, but he chose poorly. My daughter would be a much better candidate."
"Isn't your daughter twelve?"
"Well, Mr. Han does seem to go after those with a... childlike... disposition!"
Earsplitting laughter echoed through the room, through your ears. You pulled your knees to your chest and brought your hand to your mouth to muffle any outbursts of emotion.
"Considering how serious he is, you would assume! That he would choose a practical, serious woman!"
"Where is she from, again?"
"America, from how she behaves."
"That explains the lack of discipline."
You closed your eyes.
"How long would you give them?"
"Six months."
"Ji-Yu! That is far too generous! I give them! Three months!"
"Ladies, ladies. She can't live in a world as glamorous as Mr. Han's. They will divorce as quickly as they met. A country bumpkin will always return to the landfill they came from."
"Are we still on for dinner tonight?"
"Are you paying?"
Another bought of laughter resounded... then, silence. You stood slowly, legs shaking and back aching more than it had that morning.
You went from wanting full transparency to wanting the false reassurance of superficiality.
"So stupid," you murmured.
~~~
"What's next on the agenda," Jumin demanded as he walked straight to his office.
"A meeting at 1430 with Amorepacific," Jaehee answered, easily keeping pace with her boss.
Jumin slid his sleeve up, checking his watch. "Good, I have time to eat lunch with my wife."
"Enjoy your time with her, Mr. Han, but please be in Boardroom D ten minutes before the meeting."
"Yes, yes, fine." Jumin pushed the door open and was greeted by your swollen red eyes and dripping nose.
"Welcome back," you sniffed, forcing a smile.
Jumin's nonchalant expression immediately shifted to one of anxiety. His brows creased, his eyes grew, and he flew to your side. "Darling, what... why are you crying?"
Your voice quivered. "Can I go home?"
"Talk to me," Jumin urged, grabbing your hands. "Is your back hurting you? Did anyone try to come in?"
"No, no... I just... I want to go home," you cried, pulling your hands from Jumin's and covering your face.
"All right... all right, darling," Jumin cooed, grabbing his phone from his back pocket. "I'm calling Driver Kim right now -"
"No," You blurted. "I want to go home. Where I came from."
Jumin paused... then quickly snapped into action, carefully grabbing your chin. "Speak to me. Darling? Why are you saying these things."
"Who am I kidding, Jumin? I can't... I'm not cut out for this life. I'm not cut out for you, you...! You deserve way better than me. You need a woman who's mature, demure, graceful... that isn't me, and you'd be much better off if -"
"Stop," Jumin boomed.
"You just told me to talk to you!" you babbled.
Jumin's anxious eyes eased. "Is that what this is about?"
You closed your eyes. "I heard a gaggle of women talking while I was hiding in the bathroom... Jumin, they're right."
"Are they?" Jumin asked.
"Well... yeah, I mean... they even attacked you, saying how interested you were in childlike women..."
Jumin wiped your tears with his thumbs. "Mmhm. Complete strangers weighing in on the depth of our relationship... it never occurred to me that I should take their opinions to heart."
You hiccupped. "All I'm saying, Jumin, is... I didn't realize how ridiculous I made you look... I didn't consider it."
"What is there to consider?" Jumin asked gently. "You would rather take their words to heart over how happy you make me when you smile? How fast you make my heart beat when I see how eager you are to explore different things? How, in a sea of millions, your eyes are the only ones I will ever look for?"
Your lip quivered.
"Others will have our opinions of us, but you will always be my wife. No matter what is said, I will always come to you. I want you to realize this, that you may finally lean on me... that you will irrevocably trust that my love for you is infinite.
"... Jumin!" You sobbed, tears streaming down your eyes. "You weren't supposed to make me cry more!"
Jumin roughly tugged you in and held you fiercely, kissing the top of your head. "No more talk of you leaving me... don't go anywhere. Stay by my side, and rest assured that I will stay by yours."
"Forever?" You squeaked.
"And ever," Jumin whispered vehemently. "Ah... your back -"
"Don't you dare pull away from me, Jumin," you half-joked.
"... Ha. I wouldn't dream of it, my dear. What do you say we grab some lunch, hm? Your choice."
"Sure... fifteen more minutes like this, first," you replied, your mouth pressed against Jumin's chest.
Jumin laughed and rested his cheek atop your head. "Excellent plan."
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bakustark · 3 years
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10/4 face-sitting
warning(s): nsfw, face sitting, oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, masturbation, come eating/swallowing, etc.
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Sweet Honey
She chuckled to herself as she scrolled down Jumin’s messages telling her repeatedly to be careful and that two unmarried people shouldn’t be under the same roof after the sun was down. There was no doubt in her mind that Zen was reading them from the kitchen while he served dinner, seething as he typed back passive aggressive texts to the older man. Seven wasn’t helping. At all.
707: pREMARITAL SEX?!?!?
707: eewwww
707: disgustang
Jumin Han: My point exactly. 
She heard a scoff from the kitchen and noticed Zen was typing. She was quick to do the same.
MC: well
MC: i think you guys are being a little dramatic ^^;
MC: i don’t see anything wrong with it
There was a strangled sound and Zen resumed typing.
Zen: ...really?
She bit her lip and felt her heart race in excitement, her toes curling. With a grin, she sent a reply.
MC: i’ll show you exactly what i think about it if you come to the living room right now 
“Fuck!” Zen exclaimed from the kitchen before there was a small racket and he came rushing into the living room. 
“Careful!” She yelped in alarm, but before she could check on his injured foot, he was pressing his lips against hers and pushing them back down onto the couch. “Mm, wait, your ankle—” She gasped against him when he nipped at her bottom lip.
“It’s fine, honey.” He breathed, cupping her face in his warm hands to kiss her again. 
Her cheeks grew warm at the nickname and she parted her lips to let his tongue slide inside. Zen uttered a small noise of pleasure against her mouth, his thumb stroking her cheek while his other hand slid down to her thigh. His soft fingers creeped under her skirt and she nudged her hips forward encouragingly, threading her fingers through his hair to toy with the band securing the long white locks. 
He tugged the crotch of her panties to the side and graced his fingertips along her slit, gathering her slick on the slender digits. Zen pulled back with a groan, pupils blown, “Oh, baby,” He nearly whined. “Is this all for me?” Zen asked, slowly sinking his index finger inside her to the third knuckle. 
She could only manage a breathless “uh-huh” in response, spreading her thighs as he curled his finger inside her walls. Zen’s breathing picked up and he thrusted his finger a few times before adding another. A low hum left her throat and her head tilted back to rest on the couch, “That’s good, Zenny…” 
Zen groaned, his cheeks growing pink as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “Oooh, this is bad.” He said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “I shouldn’t be doing this…” Despite his words, he added another finger into her tight heat, curling them to grace that spot that made her tremble. 
“Are you sure?” She panted, finally letting his hair tumble over his shoulders and tangling her fingers in the pale locks so press her lips against the corner of his mouth. “I want you, Zen, baby…” 
A low moan slipped past his lips before they caught hers. Zen kissed her feverishly, like he was a dying man and she was the air he needed to breathe. She moaned softly and angled her head to suckle on his tongue. Her hand reached down to caress the sizable bulge in his pants. Zen rolled his hips into her palm and moved his thumb to rub firm circles on her swollen clit. 
“You feel so good, princess,” Zen mumbled against her lips, “So hot and wet around my fingers…” She squeezed his clothed cock and nipped at his bottom lip, tracing the bite with her tongue. Zen groaned wantonly and withdrew his fingers despite her protests and the way she clung to his digits. 
Her words died in her throat when he stuck his fingers — coated in her juices — into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned around his fingers, his jaw working as he swirled his tongue around them. She moaned at the sight, her walls clenching around nothing in want, “Zeeeen…” 
He took his fingers out of his mouth and kissed her again, grinding his erection against her ruined underwear. “You taste so good, baby, so fucking good,” Zen panted between desperate kisses. “Oh, fuck, I need you to sit on my face— stick my tongue in that pretty little pussy.”
Zen kneeled down on the floor and slid her wet underwear down her legs with trembling hands, followed by her skirt. He leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue along her cunt, sucking briefly on her engorged clit. “Fuck, Zen,” She moaned, grabbing at his hair. 
Her slick glistened on his lips and Zen cursed, kicking off his pants and boxers to free his swollen erection. He picked her up by her waist and laid down on the couch, dragging her up to his face. She put one hand on the armrest and another on the back of the couch, thighs trembling as she balanced herself over his face. Zen looked up at her with a hungry look, the beautiful rosy color of his eyes nearly swallowed up by his pupils. 
“Do it, baby,” He said, his breath ghosting over her lower lips, “Fuck yourself on my tongue, use me, I want to eat you out until you’re squirting into my mouth.” Utter filth came out of his mouth, burning her blood and adding to the pressure in her abdomen, her clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat. 
She lowered herself onto his lips and Zen immediately gave her a long, hard lick all the way to her clit. His hands grabbed on to her hips to make her grind against his face. She let out a moan as his tongue plunged into her walls, squirming and thrusting eagerly. She bucked her hips and Zen groaned against her mound, giving the puffy lips a harsh suck. 
His words of praise and sounds of approval were muffled against her cunt, drowned out by the wet slurps and smacks of his mouth and her own pleasured moans. She could hear every time he swallowed a mouthful of her juices and feel the vibrations of each moan he uttered after it. Her fingers dug into the couch and her mouth fell open, her eyes squeezing shut as she rocked down onto his talented tongue. 
One of his hands left her hip to dip his fingers inside her, his lips pursing around her clit. He buried his fingers to the last knuckle, curling them into her g-spot. Stars danced across her vision and she shuddered, clamping around his fingers. “Oh god, Zen, baby—” She whined.
He gave an answering groan, withdrawing his fingers to slurp lewdly at her cunt, his tongue dragging between the plump flesh of her labia. She felt his body start to move subtly and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She looked over her shoulder and bit back a moan at the sight. His hand, coated in her juices, was fisted around his flushed cock and giving it quick strokes with a wet schlick schlick schlick sound that had her tightening around his tongue.
She buried her hand in his hair, curling her fingers around the white strands and looked down to find him already staring up at her. His cheeks were flushed and there was sweat glistening on his forehead, his hair starting to stick to his skin. “Zen, I’m so close, baby,” She panted. 
Zen pulled his mouth away with a filthy squelch, “Do it. Do it and squirt into my mouth, princess, let me feel you squeeze around my tongue.” Then he was tugging her down and sticking his tongue inside her cunt as far as it could do. She bit back a cry and rocked down into his mouth, burying both her hands into his damp hair. Her walls clamped down on his tongue and she shuddered violently, letting out a loud moan as her juices soaked the lower half of his face and neck. Zen let out a loud, unabashed groan into her pussy, lapping up her juices as his own orgasm ripped through him. 
Her chest heaved with every pant and she got off of him with shaking legs. She grabbed his hand and caught the cum dribbling down his palm with her tongue, popping the soaked digits into her mouth to suck them clean. Zen sat up with a breathless whine, an enamored look in his eyes. He took his fingers out of her mouth and pulled her to him to press their lips together to taste their mixed fluids.
Her phone buzzed repeatedly from its spot under one of the cushions and Zen huffed, fishing it out with his clean hand. He scowled at the sheer amount of messages before he glanced at her with a wide smirk. She arched an eyebrow at him, but he shot her a wink and opened the camera. Zen gave a smug smirk and a peace sign, her juices glistening on his chin and his hair an utter mess. He took the selfie and promptly sent it to someone. She snatched it back and gasped at the contact name. 
Jumin Han.
“Zen!” She tried to sound angry, but the satisfied look on his face made her laugh. His face suddenly fell and his eyes went wide as he gasped.
“Our food!” 
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Hi, what about Jumin/fem!Reader with “sucking on ‘candy canes’” prompt?☺️
Thank you for the request and sorry for the wait. 
Just a word of warning this one was almost entirely written and edited on sleep deprived brain . . . 
Enjoy ~ 
Prompt: Naughty #03: Sucking on ‘candy canes’ Fandom: Mystic Messenger Pairing: Jumin Han x F! Reader Word Count: 2,,384 words Warning(s): 18+ NSFW, oral sex, rough oral sex, pet names, degrading, dirty talk, dom & sub
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Sipping your champagne and grazing the snacks you have chosen from the bar, you observe the well dressed people floating around the room, talking and laughing.  Contemplating whether you being here was necessary, not that you weren’t welcomed. You went there to accompany your lover who you’ve seemed to have lost in the sea of businessmen and women. You’re at a “Holiday Party” hosted at Jumin’s office building but it’s really less of a party and more of a business event. So to occupy yourself you decided to let him do his business thing as you enjoy the complimentary food and alcohol until he’s finished.
It’s been roughly two hours since you parted with Jumin and you’re about four flutes of champagne in when you spot the dark haired man. He’s in font of the bar conversing with a few older men in expensive looking suits. ‘They must be big shots with how Jumin is acting.’ You thought to yourself. Crossing your knees together as you lean into the back of your chair watching the interaction. About to start picking at your small plate of food you notice candy canes, each with a red ribbon tied in a bow at each place setting.  Picking up the candy you begin to peel away the plastic wrap around it. Resting back in your chair enjoying the fresh treat a mischievous idea pops in your head.  
As Jumin listens to the men talking to him about their ideas he spots you in the corner of his eye. Having not seen you in a while he looks towards you to give you a slight smile but his crescent lips soon flattened into a tight line. Flicking his eyes away from you, he swallows. Trying to focus on the men in front of him but unable to ignore the scene in his peripheral. You, sitting at a table in the back, knees crossed the high slit in your red satin dress - to match his tie - exposing your leg. Your elbow relaxed on the table top, candy cane in hand as you gently suck the tip of the striped treat. Your eyes, boring into him as you rack your vision up and down his figure. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to get at least a little reaction out of him, and that could be due to the alcohol in your veins but either way this “party” was much too boring for your taste and you’ve already spent too much time on the sidelines watching. So now it’s your turn to have a little fun.
You can’t help but giggle while you watch the dark haired man, the way his gray eyes flick to you every so often to catch a glimpse of your suggestive behavior. How he balls his fists on his blazer to adjust his collar. Wishing it were you those hands were grabbing. The scandalous thoughts whirling in your head of all the things he could do with them made you cross your legs tighter. The warmth that had started on your face from alcohol slowly made its way down due to more intoxicating stimuli.
As time goes on you’re no longer satisfied with just watching and waiting, the feeling coursing through your body is leading you to a different plan. Standing up, smoothing the front of your gown, you down what was left of your champagne before making your way over to Jumin and his little group.
Jumin catches a glimpse of you sauntering over towards him and the others his sights on you directs the other men to look over. “Hello gentleman.” You say with a slight nod of your head. Looking up to your lover you smile, “Hope I’m not intruding.” You say.
“Of course not Darling.” Jumin responds, turning towards the businessmen, his hand resting upon the small of your back. “This is my girlfriend Y/n.” He says introducing you. The men all politely greet you, “You’ve caught quite a beauty Mr. Han.” One of the men says. Making you chuckle a bit and innocently bite on your candy cane,  flicking your gaze up to Jumin as he laughs as well. “Yes, she’s really something.”
You wrap your arm around Jumin’s back as he gently holds you close. Talking about travel the businessmen are not only speaking with Jumin but with you as well now. “So Ms. Y/n do you ever get to attend Mr. Han on his business trips? I’m sure a young woman such as yourself would enjoy exploring new places when given the chance.” The older man said. You smile, “Yes I do go with him when I can. But for me it’s more about being with him rather than where we’re going.” You say sweetly. Jumin grins at your response. “Now that’s a woman in love, you better put a ring on her finger before she grows tired of waiting.” A younger man said, pulling laughter from the whole group. “I could never grow tired of him.” You say with a smile. “He’s too fun to mess with.” You say playfully, getting another laugh from the men. While laughing you give Jumin’s butt a light squeeze causing him to clear his throat a bit. “Yes, she can be quite the trickster when she wants to be.” Jumin says, with a tight lipped smile, his hand on your waist tightens. Ignoring his warning you push a little further. “He loves it though, as you men might know it’s good to keep things exciting in a relationship.” You say. The other men agree.
Leaning in Jumin whispers to you, “Watch yourself Y/n.”
“I'm just having a little fun Ju. Although I am growing bored of this candy cane, perhaps you can help me find something else to suck on.” You whisper back. Looking back at the men talking, your face not mirroring the naughty words that just came from your mouth.
Interrupting the start of the next topic Jumin says. “Well Gentlemen it was great speaking with you but I believe my partner and I shouldn’t take up anymore of your time.”
“Oh nonsense, it’s been lovely. You should’ve introduced her earlier, she's quite a gem.” The older man said. “Thank you, the pleasure was mine.” You say with a slight curtsy. “Yes, well I have some business to attend to, have a good night gentlemen.” Jumin says. Saying your goodbyes, you’re led by the small of your back towards the entrance.
Before reaching the doors you’re stopped by Jaehee’s voice. “Mr. Han, Mr. Chairman said he’d like to speak with you.” She says. “Tell him I’m busy. I’ll be in my office.” Jumin says flatly. “Oh okay.” Jaehee responds, thrown off. You give her a smile as you and Jumin head for his office.
Once in, Jumin locks the door behind him. Walking further into his office you take a seat on the edge of his desk. Palms resting behind you, propped up on the surface. “Why so serious Ju, I was just having a bit of fun.” You say tilting your head to the side with a small smirk. Walking towards you, his lips form a tight line. “You know, I let your little actions from across the room slide but teasing me and saying those things in front of those men was too far.” Jumin says, standing before you, staring down with eyes that could kill.
“Oh really? Then what are you gonna do about it?” You say, taunting him. You give him a mischievous grin and without missing a beat he responds.
“Get on your knees!” He commands, taking his blazer off.
Standing, you laugh. “As you wish, Master.” You say with a smile. You could almost hear a growl in reaction to your words. Looking up at him you run your palms up his legs to then grip on the band of his belt.
“You seem happy to be on your knees.” He says.
“Well I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t what I asked for. This seems to be more of a reward than a punishment if you ask me.” You say. Your words make a sadistic grin cut across his lips.
“Oh you don’t really think I’m just gonna give you what you want after what you did, do you? No no no.” He tsks. Jumin bends over to be nose to nose with you, balling his fist in your soft locks he pulls your head back. “I’m gonna fuck that slutty little mouth of yours till you can’t even utter one more damn word about what you want. Am I clear?” He says, his words course through you like a wildfire. Your breath hitches when he releases his grip on you.
Your previous confidence in your position has shifted, looking up at your domineering lover as he loosens his tie, your hands begin to make work of his belt. Pulling down his trousers to pool at his ankles you unconsciously lick your lips at sight of his growing member stowed in his black boxer briefs. A low chuckle vibrates through the room, “Already drooling for my cock before it's out, huh. Go on, take it out now.” His teasing words leave no room for questioning. Doing as you’re told you slowly pull at the waistband. His erect member springs free, the tip already wet with precum. Wetting your dry lips you grab the base of his penis as you look up at him. Sticking your tongue out, eyes locked as you flick the tip with your tongue. Taking the head of his cock in your mouth you close your eyes as you begin to bob up and down.
Watching you suck him off, he’s grown tired of your leisurely pace. Removing his tie entirely, he takes the expensive silk fabric and wraps it around the back of your neck pulling you forward taut. The sudden action makes you gag as you gasped around his length. Using this as leverage he begins to pump into you. His hips hit harder every few strokes, groaning at the sight of your eyes beginning to well with tears and the sensation of your hot throat swallowing him as he sheaths himself completely.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to use your mouth like a toy?” He says through gritted teeth. His pace, aggressive, white knuckling the tie that holds you in place. Unable to speak you just let out a choked cry. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t hear you Princess. I guess it's hard to speak now with my cock down your throat.” He says with a sinister chuckle.
Tears stream down your cheeks, as Jumin continues is assault on your throat. Your grip on his hips tighten with every pump, the coil in your belly tightening with every growl from his chest. The room is filled with the sounds of muzzled moans, whispered curses and the muffled music and people on the other side on the door. “Do you think the people outside can hear you slobbering on my cock? What do you think they’d say if they saw you now? Would they still think you’re that pristine beauty they met earlier or do you think they would see you as the filthy whore you are?” Jumin says. His degrading words make your head spin. You’re unable to even put together a single sentence in your head let alone give any kind of response. Even if your mouth wasn’t full of him you still wouldn’t be able to give a coherent answer.
The minutes tick by and you sense Jumin is nearing his end. His movements are becoming a bit sporadic, his words being cut short by grunts and moans. The sensations of your hot mouth around him with the gentle grazing of teeth crossed with your nails digging crescent shaped scars into his thighs makes his head roll back and release a deep pleasurable sigh. Looking down, his end near. “Come on, take it. Take it! You want me cum in your mouth?” He asks through gritted teeth, watching as you nod your head as best you can and give a staggered yes against his member. His pace slightly quickens, chanting for you to take it and strings of curse words like a song till you taste salty ropes of cum coating your mouth. Jumin doesn’t halt his movements, riding out his climax with a guttural moan. “Yes. Drink it up Kitten, like the good little cumslut you are. Fuck, look at you.” He says. His hips slowing down much like the aftershocks of his orgasm. Pulling out, you fall to your hands gasping as drool drips from your mouth. Fixing his pants and suit, waiting for you to catch your breath Jumin then kneels down in front of your crumpled form. Gently taking your hands to guide you to your feet, placing you back on his desk for support he looks at you. Your cheeks stained with the streaks of your tears and mascara, red lipstick smudged around your lips. Taking out his pocket square he begins to help clean you up. Whipping away the tears, then the left over drool and misplaced lipstick from your chin. Your heart still racing, aching as your calming down from your high and your breath still shaky. He smooths your hair down, hand resting on the nape of your neck. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks. Eyes glossed with concern, to calm his worries you reply. “No you didn’t. It was kinda hot how aggressive you got.” You joke, getting a chuckle from him.
“If that’s so then there might be more where that came from when we get home. That is if you can manage to behave till we get there.” He says. “I can’t make any promises.” You say teasingly. Rolling his eyes he takes your hand. Smoothing your dress and hair as best you can you head for the door. “We’ll take the back way out to avoid any questions.” He says opening the door.
“Sounds good to me, Sir.” You say.
Walking out in front of him, you sway your hips just a bit more to top it off for him to see and think about how he wants to ‘punish’ you next.
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Saeyoung decided that he’d been sitting in one place for far too long. His back was screaming in agony, his eyes were trying desperately to make the computer screen focus, and his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. All of those combined to make him feel miserable, like he was going to explode if he sat there for even one more minute. 
He shut down his workstation, making sure that his work remained where it was, the computer encoded carefully to make sure that no one could get into it and change things. Of course, if someone was going to get in, they’d have to break through the security in his house, which wasn’t likely to happen. He’d just figured out the best password for his front gate, after all. As Saeyoung idly considered his password (and other possible future ones), he slid on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. 
He stopped in the kitchen to grab a package of Honey Buddha Chips and then was off, heading into town on some form of a quest. The destination isn’t important, he tells himself, just the experience. He just needed some fresh air, a sight that wasn’t his computer screen (or, more recently, the wall slightly above and behind his computer), and perhaps a reminder that there were other humans in the world outside of himself and Vanderwood.
He hummed to himself as he walked, enjoying the sun on his skin and the sounds of birds and people talking. Couples were walking just about everywhere in the park, each chatting and laughing happily. Some younger kids were running around chasing each other. A dog sprinted past Saeyoung, chasing a stick that had just been thrown. 
The dog reminded him of Elly. She always was willing to run around his feet happily as he played with her in Jumin’s apartment. He missed the white cat. It’d been far too long since he last saw her, and he mentally decided to schedule a time to break through his friend’s security to see the fluffy Persian again.
As he walked along, a flyer for a pet shop caught his eye. It was advertising a day to come play with the animals, both cats and dogs alike. As he stopped to read it more thoroughly, Saeyoung realized that if he headed to the shop right now he could get in at least an hour and a half with the cats (and maybe some dogs too). Now armed and ready with a plan of action, he set off with a purpose, striding quickly to the pet store.
As he neared it, he noticed that not many people were lingering around. Saeyoung realized that this must be one of the less popular pet shops and was sad to see that, especially because it looked very charming and quaint. As he pushed open the door, a bell above his head let out a quiet sound to alert an employee that someone had arrived.
Sure enough, a slightly frazzled-looking young man appeared. His hair was shaggy and black, long enough that it was falling into his eyes just slightly. The eyes in question were a stunning blue-green that Saeyoung wouldn’t mind looking into for a while. He tried to shake off that thought. He was here for cute cats, not cute people.
“How can I help you?” The guy asked, a small smile on his face. 
“I’m here to play with the cats. I saw a flyer saying that you guys had free time for that?”
“Oh, of course! Right this way. I think there’s only one other person in there, so it shouldn’t be that much of a crowd. Feel free to use any of the toys out. And don’t worry, the only one that scratches is our resident sourpuss, Yoshi.” The employee opened the door carefully and Saeyoung peered in, amazed at all the cats running around or napping. 
There was one girl sitting happily in the middle of the room, surrounded by cats. She had a dark skin tone and was wearing a pink skirt and what Saeyoung was pretty sure was a halter top. (How he knew that? Well, let’s just say that he had been considering one for cosplay for a long time.) When she turned to look at him, he spotted glasses and heterochromatic eyes. One brown, the other a bright blue. 
She’s cute, was his first thought. It only amplified when he realized that her hair had a piece sticking up that looked to be meticulously formed into a heart like you would see on a lovesick anime girl. Her dedication spoke volumes and he knew that he would probably end up liking this girl if they talked. 
He shook his head slightly. No, he couldn’t be thinking about that. Not today! He was here for cute cats, not cute girls or cute boys. His mind was set firmly on petting all the adorable creatures. 
So he walked past the girl, giving her a faint smile. She returned it with a glowing one that practically lit up her entire face, and Saeyoung had to hide how his heart pattered at the sight. He focused his eyes on a particularly cute orange cat that was napping peacefully in a ray of sunlight.
As he reached out to pet it carefully, the cat responded by purring softly, like this was everything it could have dreamed of. However, after a while it tired of his antics and scratched softly at his hand in warning. He chuckled and pulled his hand away, letting the feline relax by itself. His eyes scanned the room for another willing friend and they snagged on a little black and white kitten.
It was pawing at a toy, obviously bored. Saeyoung crawled over carefully and picked up the toy, which appeared to be a feather on a string. He bounced it around, and the kitten started to paw at it. It got into the game, eventually leaping at it until it tired itself out. 
Saeyoung made a “pspsps” noise, trying to attract the kitten to him. Its ears perked up and it headed over to his lap, where he petted it softly. The cat seemed like just the perfect companion, and if he could adopt a cat right now he would definitely consider this little guy as the one.
There was a quiet intake of breath over his shoulder, and Saeyoung looked back to see the girl gazing fondly at the kitten. As soon as she noticed his gaze, she colored, blushing slightly. “Ah! Sorry to bother you!”
“Oh, it’s not an issue,” he said, giving her a smile. “He’s a cute one, isn’t he?” He gestured to the kitten that had made itself comfortable in his lap. 
“Yes, he really is. I must admit, I may have been looking at him the entire time… but I got a little nervous he wouldn’t like me.” She looked away, seemingly embarrassed. 
“Well,” Saeyoung said, an idea coming to mind. “Let’s test that out, shall we?” With that, he scooped up the feline and plopped him directly in her lap. The cat seemed stunned at first, and Saeyoung worried that he would hiss and claw at the abrupt change. Instead, the cat sniffed at the girl and then settled in again, seemingly unconcerned by what had just happened. 
“Oh,” the girl said, smiling. “He’s lovely.” Her hands went to softly pet him. 
After a few minutes, she looked up. The cat was happily asleep in her lap, purring softly. She spoke again, her voice quiet so as to not disturb the kitten. “I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Jasmine, but you can call me Jas. It’s good to meet you…”
She trailed off, searching for a name. Saeyoung smiled at her before giving her his fake name. “I’m Luciel. It’s good to meet you as well, Jas. It seems like you’ve got a way with cats, huh?”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” she said with a laugh. “I do love them though. Cats are some of the best animals, in my opinion.”
“You have a top-tier opinion then. I’m inclined to agree!”
“So I take it you’re a cat enthusiast as well, Luciel?”
“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’. “I have a friend who has a gorgeous cat and that’s kind of what kickstarted my love for them.”
“Have you ever considered getting one?” She cocked her head, but her hands never left the black and white kitten.
“I’d be lying if I said no. But my job is kind of crazy, and I can honestly say that I don’t think a cat would be good for me right now. Someday soon, hopefully. What about you?”
“I actually came here today hoping to adopt. I’ve been looking for a while but I never found one that I really loved. Well, until today. But I’m still not completely sure…”
“Well the little guy loves you, I can tell that much. And if I’m wrong, which is not very likely, let me tell you, he’s the kind of cat that will always be able to find a new home.” Saeyoung stretched and winked at her.
“Well in that case… I guess I’ll need a name for him, huh?” She looked down with a smile. “Got any good ones?” Jasmine’s heterochromatic eyes twinkled with a hidden glee when Saeyoung’s face lit up. 
“Oh boy, do I! I’ve been saving up all sorts of names for this. Okay, there are the classics, like Fluffy, Batdude, Charles. Oh, and you can’t forget Toast!” His rambling list of (admittedly awful) cat names went on for a long time, leaving Jas halfway to tears with laughter as he continued. When he finally drew his list to a close, both of them had laughed so hard that the kitten had woken up and the employee had poked his head in to make sure that nothing bad was going on.
“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung said once he’d calmed down slightly, “any names catch your fancy?”
“I mean Fuzzbucket was a pretty good idea, but I think I decided on Tama.”
Saeyoung and Jas looked down at the same time to inspect the cat. The black and white kitten released a soft mewl and butted his head at Jas’ hand to request more pets. The two scheming partners in crime looked at each other and smiled. 
“Tama is perfect.” They both said at the same time, then blushed and looked away. Saeyoung swore that when he looked at her cradling the tiny cat next to her chest she seemed to glow with happiness.
Soon enough the time to play with cats was over and the employee was putting the animals back in their cages and thanking them for coming to play with the cats. Jas told him about her interest in adopting Tama, and the employee got her the forms she would need to sign before she could take the kitten home. Saeyoung stayed with her as she filled the forms out, the both of them laughing and chatting the entire time. When all was said and done, Jas hoisted the carrier that held Tama up and exited the building, Saeyoung holding the door for her.
Jas scanned the street, then took a deep breath in, steeling her nerves. “I had a really good time today, Luciel. I was wondering if you’d like to do it again some...time?” She turned around to see the man gone. Her brows furrowed as she swiveled her head to see where he’d gone. “Luciel?”
Saeyoung, who had darted behind a pillar beside the pet store, let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. He gritted his teeth together when he heard Jas whisper sadly to Tama that “he must not have wanted to talk anymore, huh?” 
He leaned his head against the pillar and stayed there until he heard the quiet clip-clop of her shoes walking away. Then he tore himself away from the pillar and walked towards home, hands shoved into his pockets, knowing that he would always remember the girl from the pet shop.
The sounds of music coming from a radio fill the kitchen. A black and white cat races around its owners’ feet as they try to dance. Laughter and pure contentment fill the air as the redhead twirls around the girl with one blue eye and one brown one. 
Years ago, when I was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew. 
“Do you remember when we first met?” Jas asked, her skirt swinging wildly as Saeyoung spun her enthusiastically.
“How could I forget? That pet shop must be the most magical place on this Earth to me.”
She was mine, and we were sweethearts. That was then, but then it’s true.
“I was so upset when you disappeared, you know. I thought you’d gotten sick of me.”
“I was just as upset, trust me. But I thought I had to, because of the agency. And with Rika and the RFA… it just wasn’t a good time.” Saeyoung shook his head, but then pulled Jas closer to him as they waltzed across the floor.
I’m in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts. Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind, I’m already cursed.
“And then I showed up at Rika’s apartment a few weeks later. Crazy how fate works like that, huh?”
“Oh trust me, I was incredibly surprised to see you appear on the CCTV feed. If my life had a playlist of all the moments where I nearly fell out of my chair, that would definitely be on the top ten list.” 
“I was just as shocked as you were, trust me! I had told myself that I would never see you again, but then there you were!” Jas shook her head. “I had half-convinced myself you were some figment of my imagination.”
Every day we started fighting, but every night we fell in love. No one else could make me sadder, but no one else could lift me high above.
“I feel bad that I tried to push you away while we were both in the apartment. It was hard for me because you were the thing that made me happy and also frustrated me to no end. After all, I was sure I would hurt you.” 
“I wanted to punch you so much, I hope you know. I was at my wit’s end when you finally opened up a little bit!”
“But I did, and look at where we ended up. I opened up, got my brother back, and I got the privilege of having you in my life as my girlfriend and now fiancee.”
“I’m glad that it all worked out because there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my days with.”
“The same goes to you, Jas.”
“I love you, Saeyoung Choi. Bad cat names and all.” Jas said as the music started to slowly die down.
“And I love you, Jasmine Luna, no matter how much time you spend in the bathroom doing your hair.” Saeyoung responded, dipping Jas as she let out a quiet squeal.
The two laughed and continued dancing late into the night, Tama observing from his perch high above.
I’m in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts. Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind, I’m already cursed.
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