#SEVEN'S ALWAYS BREAKING MY HEART WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT SAERAN LIKE THIS

[sage-nebula]

[lies down] [tries not to cry] [cries a lot]

[juminsmysticmc]

hello😚 can i ask for rfa headcanons react to mc who has Epilepsy (they know that) and has a bad seizure when unknown (searan) try to kidnap her ?

RFA with a Mc who has a Seizure while she's getting kidnapped by Unknown/ Saeran

Hey! Of course! I hope you enjoyed the Headcanon! Be free to leave a comment in my inbox!

Trigger Warnings! Mention of kidnapping, Seizures

Jumin

As if it was forgotten that you were being led by a stranger into Rika’s apartment, you and Jumin began your relationship filled with happiness.

You went together on dates, enjoyed cuddles with the white cat Jumin owned, and talked till late in the night.

You also had some arguments but quickly reconciled.

The two of you went to doctor appointments, Jumin came to know that you had epilepsy, something that made him take care of you even more. He held your wedding, took you on the most beautiful honeymoon, and returned.

And so, no one really remembered that there was one more person that had a reason to have something in mind.

It went quickly - you were outside with Jumin, surrounded by his bodyguards, ready to tell him to have fun at work as he came for his break, when someone in black clothes with a mask approached you.

The bodyguards quickly reacted, but not quickly enough to shield you.

Jumin saw how you were grabbed, your body in the arms of another man, with a scared look.

However, nothing could be done as your life was at risk.

Suddenly, however, it happened.

Your body began to jerk, shaking in the stranger’s arm.

He, scared by the sudden reaction of your body, let go of you, making you fall on the hard ground.

Jumin screamed how much he wanted. You already crashed on the floor.

,,MC! MC, MY LOVE!’’ Jumin panicked, looking at the clock to check how much pain possibly lasted.

A few moments later, medical support came to check your head.

Luckily, nothing happened and the seizure wasn’t a dangerous one, however, Jumin promised to himself to always protect you even better from that day on.

Zen

His heart was beating like crazy when he excited Seven’s home, on his way to the place you were supposed to be.

His dream was making him nervous. Everything that was then happening around him made him feel even worse and stressed out.

And if he was already stressing out, how were you supposed to feel?

The night when the two of you spent hours talking, you confessed to him that you had epilepsy. Since then, Zen made sure to learn everything that he had to know.

How long it was supposed to be that he should cover you up if he had the chance, not hold you and instead make sure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself anymore.

He even knew that people were able to hear and see everything while having a seizure, but that they couldn’t respond.

Zen wanted to know everything he had to know because he cared about you. He wanted to take care of you.

And knowing that stress could be one trigger, made him fear that you could have a seizure alone with a stranger.

And he wasn’t wrong.

He only saw how Unknown let go of your body, panicking himself.

How the boy looked at him with fear and then disappeared from the window.

That was the reason why you were brought to a hospital after.

,,I hate it. I hate that I couldn’t react sooner, but I am glad that you are well…I think…I have feelings for you. Please let me take care of you, Mc…’’ Zen begged afterward.

Yoosung

,,I thought we already took care of him!’’ Yoosung yelled outside of the hospital where you were staying.

Seven was mute.

Something felt wrong and odd…

He still was trying to find out about the accident some while ago and still was unable to find out what happened.

,,I hurt my eye to save her! And now look what still happened!’’ Yoosung, in rage, hissed, making Seven look up to his friend.

True, ever since then, he had to wear glasses.

Back then, he only acted to prevent Unknown from hurting you. Right now, he was unable to prevent anything.

Instead, you were attacked from behind. Yoosung’s glasses were thrown away from his face, which made it harder for him to act.

Perhaps you were kind of lucky that Unknown let go of your body when your seizure began.

But even though he let go of you and didn’t take you away, the fact that you hurt yourself from the fall was still there.

,,If she dies, I will kill the people of the RFA!’’ Yoosung screamed. The worry for his wife was slowly making him go crazy, and no one could possibly calm him down.

Just when a nurse came out to tell him that you weren’t in danger and that he was allowed to enter your room, he calmed down.

The injury was healing well, even though some emotional damage was still trying to heal for the both of you.

Jaehee

Almost everyone was there when it happened.

Yoosung was happily enjoying his break from Jumin, Zen was enjoying some small talk with Jaehee, who just poured him a new cup of coffee while you were tidying up a new table.

It was then that you saw a stranger outside of the coffee shop, observing all of you.

You kindly smiled at the dark-clothed person, not knowing that your smile was something the person hated the most.

How could you leave them? Leave them for the RFA that hurt him and his savior? How could you…?

Your smile triggered Unknown and before you could register what would happen, Unknown entered the room, grabbed you, and tried to pull you outside. 

Your loud screams filled with panic, made everyone, especially Jaehee, look at you.

,,MC!’’ she screamed, rushing to you.  

She was scared that she wouldn’t make it, that she would miss the chance to grab you and save you.

Luckily, or perhaps sadly, a seizure happened, making Unknown panic.

The man stopped as he quickly placed you on the floor and then ran off, leaving Jaehee behind.

Her screams were heard by you and if you could, you would tell her that it would be alright…

Saeyoung

,,How are you?’’ Saeyoung whispered. His heart was still pounding quickly and his hands were still trembling while the blanket covered your body.

You just had a seizure, something that didn’t stop Saeran, his brother, from trying to kidnap you.

,,Who was he?’’ you asked the red haired man, sleepy and worn out.

The red haired man looked at you with scared eyes, realizing that having a seizure didn’t mean that you weren’t able to hear or understand anything.

He stayed silent while you kept looking at him. Your eyes began to flicker as you slowly began to twitch once again.

,,Hey hey hey hey,’’ he gasped, scared that you would have another seizure.

Saeyoung didn’t know how he managed to survive that scenario, but he somehow managed to make you fall asleep after you had gone through that stressful situation.

He did know from the background check that you had epilepsy, but he somehow didn’t keep searching up what would cause this or what happened afterward.

After he saw your first seizure, he wanted to make sure to be well prepared and found out what could possibly trigger the seizure.

He also made sure that you would take your medicine regularly and made sure that you got enough sleep.

,,No more late chats for you anymore,’’ he said and made sure to block the chatroom for you.

But since he told the others what happened, even the other members made sure to chat at night only when needed…

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03.05.2022 // 22:30 MEST

[angelyuji]

first dates with my faves 😁 : nanami, loki, mammon, arvin, peter maximoff, and 707: yandere edition

cw // forced kissing, guys having a weird thing for innocence, stalking, breaking in and stealing personal items, society, awkward dates, kidnapping, mild to extreme yanderes, shoplifting, unconsensual touching, implied murder, religion is used wrongly to control

nanami: expensive restaurant - is on edge after being forced to go (by gojo). he’ll be watching your every move: the way you talk, the way you sit, the way you excuse yourself. he’ll size you up: your dress, your shoes, your jewelry. god, youre so polite and so friendly, his heart warms at your smile. your mannerisms make him wanna grab you and just hold you close. you’d get your menus and he’d order, then he’ll look at you and you’ll only be able to open your mouth before he just orders for you. you’ll be surprised, but you won’t say anything. giving him enough information to know that you’re perfect for him. he’s not the type to kiss or take you home on the first date, nanami is a gentleman, but you...you’re an exception. he’ll take you to your front door before watching your eyes. he sees such an innocent shine and he wants to protect that innocence for himself. he’ll lean in, holding the back of your head, and he’ll force bring you into a kiss. you’ll warm up to him eventually.

“my tie would look beautiful around your neck, darling”

loki: reallly expensive restaurant - like nanami, he’d be watching your every move. he’ll treat you like you’re inferior to him. he does not wanna be on this date, so he’s not gonna treat you that well. he’s watching you in absolute distaste, hoping you’ll slip up so he can tear you down. watching the way your outfit hugs you, the way you pick up you utensils, the way you laugh every time he sneers at each course. halfway through the dinner, he’ll realize that he’s paying more attention to you than his own dinner. loki won’t wait for you to pick something to eat, not because he wants to see if you’re his type, but because he doesn’t care about what you want. you’ll eat what he orders, no exceptions. the more you go along with everything he says, the more he’ll start looking at you as more of a pet than inferior to him. at the end, if ur not absolutely done with the bs, he’ll drive to your place and look you up and down. as you squirm, he’ll smirk before pulling you into a kiss. you wont be able to fight the kiss, his grip on you strong. then, he’ll reach over, open the door, and tell you to get out. he’ll come back for later though when you’re least prepared.

“get your clothes, pet. you’re coming with me”

peter maximoff: shoplifting - he's all casual, looking to have fun. you walk in to the mall thinking you're going to go shopping as a first date, and he's gonna be late. he'll be watching you from afar to see if he likes you, first. he'll look at your outfit, the stores you go in, what kind of clothes you browse through. he'll speed in, grab your phone, and scroll through that. 30 minutes into your date time, he'll show up in front of you, dragging you off into one of the designer stores. its a test when he grabs the first shirt off the rack, he wants to see how you’d react. are you a prude or are you the one he's been waiting for? are you gonna get angry or just let him do his thing. he'll watch your face as he grabs more and more, seeing you react makes him chuckle. your face twisting in worry, glancing back behind your shoulder every time an employee walks over. he starts to enjoy getting you all riled up and anxious. he laughs every time you ask him to stop and tells you to just relax, he knows what he's doing. by the end of the night, your nerves are shot and you feel like throwing up every time you glance towards the bag of stolen goods. peter doesn't kiss you, but tells you he'll call you before speeding away and leaving you in the mall parking lot.

"don't worry, no one will find out what we're doing"

mammon: watching the stars - mammon will text you to meet him in the planetarium. he’ll have everything ready: a blanket, some snakes, and music. he knows you and he knows you love him already, this "first" date is just confirming to him that you're his. he'll be so sweet for the first time (and the last). he'll be complimenting you so much, calling you his sweet angel, his love, his lovely human. it'll be the little things though, that leave you on edge. the soft touches, the hand on the thigh, the hand too low on your back, the way he moves you to his lap. small things that leave you feeling gross. mammon would be so happy you choose him. he'd never show it, of course, but you'll see it with every hidden smile and the clammy hands. he'd tell you to lay down next to him and he'd force you to lay your head on his arm. every couple moments mammon would inch closer and closer, and soon you'll be a tangled mess of limbs. by the end of your date, mammon would be nuzzling into your neck and you're more rigid than a new pair of shoes. there is no walking back to your room with mammon, he'll keep you next to him till the next morning or take you to his room.

"you smell really nice. why're you moving away, come closer to me"

arvin russel: drive-in theater - arvin will come to your house to pick you up. he'll be jittery and the moment you climb into his car, he'll be heads over heels in love. your gorgeous smile, the way your outfit shines in the setting sun, the way your shoes sound on the dirt. he lives for the simple things that you do. he's seen you for 5 seconds and he's obsessed with you. he'll be a gentleman, getting out of the car to open your door, keeping his hands to himself the entire drive to the theater. you're so pure to him, so innocent, so clean unlike him. he'll be listening to you talk about your family and your life with so much attention. you'll blush when you finally feel his stare, but he'll just tell you to continue, saying that he likes hearing your voice as he drives. if you confess about someone that has hurt you, he'll store that information away, and reach for you hand. he'd glow if you accept. once you reach the theater, he'll go and get snacks, locking the doors just in case. by the time he's back, the movie would have started and you're engrossed in the movie, he'd watch you for a little while. the way your eyebrows furrow, the slight bit of your bottom lip, and he'd smile when you tense at the sound of him opening the door. you'll lean on him, sending his heart into a fit. he'll hid his smile with his hand as your grip on his other hand tightens. when the movie ends, he'll drive you back and you'll both talk about the movie. he'll walk you to your door. you'll stare at each other, blushing, before he leans in and you follow suit. to arvin, you both fit together perfectly. once he leaves you, he'll go take care of anyone that can stand in his way.

"you hurt her. you hurt my girl... you're gonna have to pay for that."

707: picnic in the woods - the both of you were on house arrest to stay away from the agency’s radar, so when seven saw the chance to finally take you on a proper first date…he took it. he wants to treat you like the princess you are, even if you weren’t that willing to be with him. he’d set everything up before the date and make saeran drop u off. he’ll meet you at the start with a trail of roses. he’ll have a hand on your arm the entire time to make sure that you don’t stray from the path, and once you get there, fairy lights strung up on the trees, a red and white plaid blanket laid carefully in the middle, cute cat plates, and a picnic basket overflowing with food. as much as you hated being around your obsessive lover, you couldn’t help but be in awe of his hard work. he brought food that you’d enjoy and different games to play as you guys talk. saeyoung would make your date the most aesthetically pleasing. from the cute summer dress he forced you to wear to the cakes in wine glasses, he’d make it a date fit for a princess. he’ll watch as you eat, taking note of the way you cover your mouth to hide your smile. he’ll watch you the entire time in awe of your beauty. no matter what you’re doing, saeyoung will file it away as beautiful. seven would notice how you watch him carefully as well, it seems like you’re planning your next move, but as you get up, he’ll pull you flat on the ground. his arms would wrap around your waist and you’ll hug him back. he kisses you with a passion, pressing against you, trying to show you how he feels without words. your knight… your savior… your god wants a kiss in return for protecting you. how can you refuse?

“i am your god, mc. i’ll always protect you.”

-

[marshmallowprotection]

Birthday Title Screen

Saeran’s title screen underneath the cut alongside my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Under the cut simply because if you don’t want to see it, you can go and wait until it’s officially released by Cheritz in your time zone. Anyways, we know why we’re here.

It’s that time again and boy, aren’t we happy to be able to talk about it? Now, this title was advertised as Unknown so I expected Unknown. I didn’t expect my boy Suit Saeran to be on the title. The game tends to imply that Unknown is the just Suit Saeran, and vice versa, but I don’t agree with that notion but I’ve explained that one many times before but the game never confirms outright one way or the other so, you know how that goes. 

I’ll spare you that, I’ve got plenty of posts talking about that opinion for you to find if you want, lol. 

Either way, this is the first time that Suit Saeran’s gotten the pointed limelight like this. He’s usually meant to surprise the player because they may not see him in their minds as their trying to uncover the mystery and everything. But, we’ve got to say, Cheritz has thrown all spoiler fears out of the window. I mean, they just plastered Seven’s true name on a boat. 

I laughed about that but I digress, you’re here for the photo and you want to see me shriek like a banshee.

So, yeah, let’s just our obligatory scream out of the way presently. When I saw this one, I could think was: Oh my God, it’s BE2. The only reason my brain just decided BE2 was because of the framing of all the presents. In that ending, he gives you gifts, he gives you food, but “you’re not good enough to open them or touch them, toy.” He’ll give you all kinds of things but you know, you get what he wants when he decides. 

And crumbs, if you’re lucky on a good day, you know? 

That being said, it doesn’t have to be framed as BE2, but the presents and gifts just lead me to believe that this is the theme or the idea that it’s taking from to show the audience because what else am I going to be thinking when you’ve gone and thrust that idea into my face like that? Mmm, and I’ve been talking about that ending a lot lately. 

Here’s that post if you want to read more about BE2. It’s a tragic ending that is bad for both Saeran and MC. He’s trying to get you back like Humpty Dumpty but he can’t put you back together again. He realized too little, too late, that he liked you the way that Ray did, that he genuinely liked you for you. He can’t say that aloud, so he... tries cruel ways to bring you back, but it will never work and he’s doomed to despair. 

No hope for Suit Saeran if the kindness heart can be destroyed in hell. It means it’s only natural that he lose everything. 

I appreciate that he’s sticking to his goth theme, though, that party hat is just red and black.

Suit Saeran’s very... minimalist in the sense that he just picks things that are truly intense and sharp. That’s why he wears a suit. That’s because it’s the thing that he knows that can radiate power. Business men are supposed to be strong and forthcoming with their ability, that’s why he leans that way. 

His father is like that, the idea of what power and monster is feeds into how he chooses to dress himself. 

That’s why he just says, “Suit time.” If anyone was curious about that, anyway, I never seen people talk about that. Ray was given his clothes by Rika, he never got a say in how he dressed. The boys always pick something dark because it’s going to match their mood... their mood is how they pick colors and clothes if given the ability. 

That’s why GE Saeran is bright and cottagecore. It reflects the positive shift in his thoughts and perspective on the world. But, with Suit Saeran, he’s trying to emulate what he’s scared of and what he thinks that power is and this is the only way he knows how and it hurts to think about when you frame it that way, I do know that. 

Is that meant to be a stamp and playbook? Did Suit Saeran really make a whole illustrated guide for his puppet show? Is he really making acts and stories for all of this? He had to make those puppets himself. We know that Saeran is creative and can make anything, but those things are clearly handmade, hand-painted, I have a strong feeling that he made those clothes himself, too... 

You know, I like to imagine him drawing his emojis before he comes to you because he wants to make a good impression, but he’s a very specific artist and he gets angry when he can’t get things right, so I’m really thinking about him being out here in his workroom, painting fine details with a determined look in his eyes like—

“This’ll show that toy. This’ll show them how powerful I am.” 

Suit Saeran, honey, this is a gift within itself, you are a dork and I love you so much, oh my God.

TLDR; Suit Saeran makes puppets and makes their own playbook like this is going to a musical or the opera. 

He actually brought you the exact outfit. This means that he either made you that outfit, or he got himself, and then he made a smaller version. 

I like to think he’s crafty with sewing so I pretend he does things like this, but honestly, if you’ve made it this far, are you also thinking about the fact that he made a doll versions of the both of you to show you something? 

Because I can’t stop thinking about that. He really said, “Look at this, I made us, toy!” Like, I wrote a whole imagine once where MC and GE Saeran made each other plush dolls of the other person to sleep with. He just went out here and made puppets simply because he wanted to put on a show. He made y’all and I’m gonna cry what a fucking dork.

This is canon.

My God, I’m canon. 

Once again, I’m out here living my best life and nobody’s going to stop me on that front. Saeran wants to impress you and astound you so badly that he does not even realize that the handmade things that he’s making actually would be something that flatter someone. 

Like, he could use those to patronize me and berate me for control, but—

I’d really be sitting there compliment his fine eye and craftsmanship. It’s just that great. 

“Wow, Saeran. You did this all by yourself? These details are so realistic and finely tuned. This must have taken you hours... no, days, it must have taken you days to paint everything and stitch all of this together, even the little fine details are perfect. You’re amazing! When did you have the time to learn all of this?” 

He would scoff, “Of course, I am, you blubbering toy! Don’t suck up to me and think that you’re going to be treated nicely. I won’t tell you anything about me. You don’t deserve that. I didn’t do this to impress you, I did this to show you what I want from you. Now, be a good little toy, sit there, and do as I ask. I won’t repeat myself.” 

I find it interesting that he framed himself in the Savior’s seat here. Is that just a tie back to BE3, or is it simply his power play? I think it’s a comment on the fact that he struggles to know how much power that he truly has in his hands. That is to say, he says he’s the strongest, but the reality is, Rika is stronger then him and he bows his head to her. 

Even in his fantasy, she holds all of the cards and he has no choice but to bend.

But, with MC, he is trying to use them to control his idea of power... because it’s a fragile thing. It could break at any second. He screams and shouts all that he wants but he knows, deep down, he may be strong, but he’s not the strongest in this place. How could he be? That’s why Rika even says to you during those late hours—

“Mmm, you noticed? He’s using you to stabilize himself because otherwise, he would crumble. Thanks for your sacrifice to helping me win my goals. It wasn’t a pleasure knowing someone as bright as you, getting in my way and trying to turn them against me.” 

He only feels strong when something placates the idea in his chest. It hurts, even in his numb and confused heart, he’s hurting and he can’t figure out a way to get out of the dark labyrinth. Did he make the Mint Eye playhouse? Did he? I am saying he did. None of you are going to stop me. Saeran is a creative artist and I will not be contained any longer.

Cheritz confirmed. 

You’re a doll on a string in this for him. He wants to say that he bends and controls you to his whims, but... he’s also there. This isn’t just you being a toy, it’s Saeran realizing that he’s a toy, too. Why else would he make a doll of his person, then? This is about him not entirely getting it, though. He would make himself but not realize what he’s implying to know deep down, underneath all of his yelling.

When I saw him in the chair, I thought... this is him in relation to being the marionette king. That’s why they’re doing this, oh my God. It makes sense to frame the MC as a puppet or toy, they’re always “his eyes” and “his toy” and more and more and more. But, he’s also being played for a toy by Rika to get what she wants.

Who is really the puppet here?

Who is really on the strings? 

Look at that cocky bastard. Look at him. Look at him forever and deal with me screaming about him, oh my God. In conclusion, I’m having a lot of feelings at the moment presently and I think I’m going to go and lay back down because I am going to need a minute to unpack everything that I’m feeling and dealing with because Suit Saeran.

SUIT SAERAN!

[wyrmy-fics]

HC’s for what the Choi twins+Vanderwood’s love language would be?

🥁🥁🥁 First ever request!

Love language is one of my favorite things to write so I was excited to see this one was submitted! I've never written for Vanderwood, though... Let's see how this goes.

Reblogs are highly appreciated. :)

Love Languages

Includes: Saeyoung, Saeran, Vanderwood

Warnings -> Slight mention of injuries.

Type: Character x MC/Reader (GN)

Saeyoung:

When it comes to showing his love language, Saeyoung falls within Gift Giving.

During the first few days of knowing him, it was clear that the notorious Seven-Zero-Seven was not only a skilled hacker, but an amazing tinkerer.

Out of all things someone could craft together, Seven found himself making a fire-breathing mechanical dog to protect you.

And then he tinkered some more,

And more...

Soon enough, his house was filled with spare parts, and his mind was equally filled with what you would think about these gifts.

But whenever the hacker situation worsened and your safety was on the line, all of those little trinkets and inventions had to be left behind.

It's been a year now, and it's become painfully obvious Saeyoungs love for gift giving hasn't died down.

More inventions were made and some were turned into prototypes for his toy shop. You and him agreed to get a shelf dedicated to all of them.

The little toy cat that could read emotions and send alerts, a pen that would sing different tunes as you were writing, another plushied cat that could reach to the ceiling...

You figured that last one was more for his personal enjoyment.

But the gifts didn't stop there. They were also material and temporary.

The first Valentine's day you spent together, you thought you could explode with the amount of chocolate you two had eaten.

It was hard to get through the front door with the massive stuffed animal there to greet you.

And on top of this, rose petals scattered it's way to the dinner table where you two could enjoy your night together. (The rose petals were recommended from Zen.)

"I plan on giving you the stars one day, but until then, these will do!"

For the other half of his love language, let's talk about receiving.

Now, while Saeyoung enjoys anything and everything you do, Quality Time would be the best way to describe it.

"Stay away from me, I'm dangerous."

"Then why are you making such a fuss to sit right next to me...?"

"... Protection."

Yes, it is true that he wouldn't leave the apartments main room in order to make sure another break-in doesn't happen,

But was the game of hide and seek necessarily for protection, Saeyoung?

After spending so much time with you in the apartment, it felt weird to be anywhere else.

Once you both had gotten out of view of Mint Eye and the agency, there was a plentiful of dates between you two.

They didn't need to be extravegant dinner dates. If you offered to watch a movie with him that night, you could swear you saw the faint sight of a tail wagging.

"Even when I pushed you away so much, you still want to spend time with me? Thank you..."

Saeran:

Love languages were new to Saeran. Of course they made sense, but the term was something he had never heard before.

On the giving side of his love language, Saeran was excellent in terms of Physical Touch.

As soon as you made your way to Magenta to test his "game", Ray held your hand all the way to your room.

It was so you wouldn't trip, he explained, but he would be lying to say there wasn't any enjoyment on the way there.

After that, there were friendly touches that slipped into your conversations and walks together.

A hand on the shoulder to make sure you were being guided in the right direction, a few gloved fingers brushing against your own when you complimented him, or simply standing close enough to feel your warmth mixing with his own.

Then came Saeran...

Personal space wasn't allowed in his book. He still wanted to touch you, anywhere he could feel skin, and push any limits that were possible.

He wanted to be the strongest.

The bite on your shoulder or your arms being pinned down to the ground were so different from Ray's gentle touches, but you could tell the motivations were the same.

When Saeran asked you to kiss him just like Ray, that's when it was evident his feelings were still present. He still wanted to feel that warmth and affection, no matter how many times it was denied.

And when Saeran woke up from his manipulated state, the first thing on his mind was to have his arms around you again.

You escaped the believers and Mint Eye all together, and the grip on your hand only tightened.

The only time he let go of your hand was to replace it with holding your cheeks, his forehead meeting yours.

"Everything you do makes me feel whole again."

Now, about receiving... That would fall under the category of Words of Affirmation.

Handsome, beautiful, trustworthy, funny...

Even his own name sounded like such a high compliment when it came from you.

If there's ever a moment of distress, all Saeran needs to hear is you saying you love him.

Whenever the chance is given, he would shower you in praise and compliments, but you always had a better way with words.

When you both began helping in the intelligence unit, there wasn't a day that went by without the workers there saying how amazing Saeran was at hacking and gathering information.

They never felt the same, though. A simple "good job" from you made his day a thousand times better.

Small words of endearment and nicknames were like kryptonite to him. There was never enough and too much for his heart at the same time.

"Say that again, please... I love hearing you say those things.”

Vanderwood:

An agent like him doesn't need to believe in those kinds of things, right?

Wrong.

He would never admit to it upfront, but Miss Mary Vanderwood loves Acts of Service.

You could consider him the classic Tsundere with how much of a fuss he would make while handing you the documents you asked for.

If you needed help reaching something on a high shelf, he would instantly bring it down for you, all while commenting about your height.

But even when these became a usual part of your day, there were times Vanderwood would show sincerity.

After handling a few papers across your work space, the tiniest paper cut swiped across your finger.

It wasn't enough to earn much of a reaction or any pain to yourself, but that case was different in Vanderwood's eyes.

As if on reflex, he made his way over to you, taking your hand in his to scan over the small injury. You assured him you're alright, however he didn't listen.

With a careful tug, he took you into the kitchen and brought out a first aid kit, looking over the different sizes of bandaids there were. You stayed quiet to let him do as he pleased.

Even when he reminded you to be more careful and take everything seriously, his voice was softer than usual. It wasn't filled with annoyance, but of concern.

The closer you two grew together, the more Vanderwood would offer himself to you and any assitance you may need.

"Don't think too much about it, okay? I'm just being a nice guy is all."

And lastly, for the love he would want to receive, is none other than Words of Affirmation.

The first time he sent you that one notorious selfie and you complimented him, something struck his heart.

A simple response and a "thank you" is all that's heard from him, but what's not visible is his inner conflict.

Does he like this? Is it an insult? Surely you can't be serious.

Those compliments would grow and grow, all the way up to praising him for his efforts on helping the situation.

Perhaps this ties into Acts of Service. If he can help in some kind of way, you would tell him he did good, yes?

That was his plan, at least.

Good job, I'm proud of you, you look great today, I love you...

"You don't say those to anyone else, right? No reason why."

Thank you for the request! I hope this is what you had in mind. ^^

- 💙

[stargazer-balladeer]

December 1: Snow (Mystic Messenger)

Characters Included: 707, Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran & V

Notes: This prompt (or whatever you call this) is random, its meant to signify the start of December. So I apologize if people find that the prompt “snow” is not featured greatly here. Hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warning: Minor spoilers if you haven’t played MM and don’t know their backstories and real names.

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707

Seven is the most excited person in the whole RFA, with eyes sparkling, grinning widely and stuff. He’s practically shining with how enthusiastic he is with the Christmas season.

You can be sure that Seven will drag you anywhere, everywhere. This might not be his first Christmas, but its his first Christmas with you and the RFA. A home, a family he always wished he had.

You can also bet that he’ll drag Saeran with him. Saeran just going along with it because he has no choice-

Seven will do ice-skating with you, wander around town and look at the Christmas decorations. Though the best part, in his opinion, is being cozy with you on the couch with a steaming hot chocolate drink.

Saeyoung sighed contentedly as he lets his head rest on yours, his golden-colored pair of eyes looking at the fire place (pretend you have one-). There’s a small, gentle smile on his face, rather than the usual excited, cheeky smile plastered. The silence around you two was comforting and calming, that it makes Saeyoung drowsy.

As much as Saeyoung love the Winter season, he isn’t a fan of cold much. So you two ended up in your house, tucked in a thick blanket and sipping on a steaming hot chocolate drink which you two prepared. Now this is home, Saeyoung blissfully thought. “Should we host a party at RFA, to celebrate the holidays?” His s/o asked, breaking the silence momentarily.

Saeyoung just hums as he snuggled closer to you. “I think it’s a great idea.” Saeyoung mumbled, luckily you caught it. You smiled peacefully. “Alright.. how about this years theme is cat holidays?”

Yoosung

Yoosung is the second most excited in RFA. He will literally drag you to town to watch the snow fall and the decorations hanging around. His childishness really show during this season.

Yoosung would make you into a literal blanket burrito, just to warm you up. He cares about you more than himself so if you’re shivering and cold. He’ll just wrap you in a blanket and snuggle you with it. If you two are outside though, he will give you his jacket or scarf (or maybe both)-

He loves making snowman with you, snowball fighting and teasing you with the coldness. So expect to feel ice going through your back.

“Yoosung!” You shriek while Yoosung just laughed out loud. You tried pulling out the ice that Yoosung put in your back, and failing miserably. You could feel the ice melting in your skin, leaving water to stain inside. You shiver as it made the coldness around you worse.

Yoosung noticed as his laughter died down. He gave you an apologetic smile as he removes his scarf and put it around your neck. “Sorry baby. You just look so adorable.” You only pout at him with a (adorable) glare in your face, which only made Yoosung snickered. You continued pouting as you stomp yourself away from your blonde boyfriend.

Yoosung only laughs as he chases your stomping figure. “Baby! I’m sorry!”

Zen

Zen is in-between excitement and calm. He might not be a fan of the cold much, but he loves the view of snowflakes falling from the sky. Besides, it’s Instagram worthy.

Zen is literally a human heater, like how? But you didn’t complain since now, you can cling to him with a “its too cold” excuse. Zen would only chuckle and let you snuggle with him. It also gives him an excuse to kiss your head, and he ain’t complaining about a free cuddle from you.

This is the only time where Zen can relax really, from all the model shoots his been doing and singing for musicals. He could finally let his body relax.

Zen would go window shopping with you, traversing through the thick chilling snow while looking through the windows. He’s very observant so when he sees that something caught your eye, he would definitely buy it for you.

“.. you know you didn’t have to buy it.” “But I want to, my love.” You sighed while shaking your head with a smile on your face. No matter how much you tried telling him that he doesn’t have to buy you anything, he just doesn’t listen to you. You don’t know whether to reprimand him or not.

“Besides, you deserve it. I put you a lot of suffering just by being with me..” Zen trailed off, getting sentimental again. It’s been almost a year now since that incident in the RFA. As much as you tell Zen that you forgive him, he just couldn’t let go. He believes you deserve someone better than him.

“Hey..” You cooed at him as you made Zen look at you. You smiled gently as you kiss his forehead, and did the eskimo kiss with your noses. “As cheesy as this might sound, I chose you because I love you. I love the way you are. That’s never going to change.” You softly mumbled. Zen heard it and smiled gratefully at you. “Thank, my love. I love you too.”

Jumin

Jumin is probably one of the least excited for Christmas in the RFA. He would think of it as a normal day and carry on with his daily routine. His job as a CEO doesn’t allow him any free time, even on holidays. At first, he didn’t think much of it. But now that you’re with him, he’ll try his hardest to finish all of his work to spend time with you. Sometimes overworking himself to the point of exhaustion.

Jumin is actually neutral towards the cold. Similarly to Zen, he enjoys watching the snow fall from the snow. Though he doesn’t like playing around, he likes watching you build a snowman or play in the snow. He will only join you if you two are going for a walk.

Jumin is much more affectionate during these times. His body isn’t auto-heating and he’s craving your warmth— which results in him dragging you to the nearest bed or couch for a cuddle session. Even though you two have a heater, he’ll always think of an excuse just to cuddle with you. (Just let it slide-)

Jumin has loves watching the snow with you. So you two are often found watching the snow fall in the patio.

A faint gentle smile is present on the relaxed face of the CEO, replacing his usual stoic, cold-faced one. He tightens his hold around you as you two watch the snowflakes descend from the clouds. Even though no one was talking, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“We should do this everyday.” You said in a teasing voice as you lean back on his chest. He hummed as his eyes flickers to your curled up figure in his lap. He sighs contentedly. “Maybe. Though, wouldn’t you prefer going out, darling?”

You hum in response as a smile curled up in your lips. “I much prefer being with you, love.” Jumin swears his heart accelerated when you said that. Even though you two are together for a while now, he still wasn’t used to your affections. He let his eyes drop. “You’ve been spending too much time with Zen.” You only laughed.

Jaehee

Jaehee might seem like collected and calm in the outside, but inside, she’s filled with excitement and giddiness. She couldn’t wait to go home to spend the rest of the day in your warm arms. She craves affections so much but is usually shy when expressing them. But now, with the snow falling, Jaehee now has an excuse with cuddle.

Jaehee is albeit childish for me, so I can see her sticking out her tongue so that a snowflake can land on it. But she won’t start a snowball fight with you, which is quite reassuring-

Instead, she prefers the basic walking around town hand-in-hand while basking in each other’s presence trope. She also likes pressing her body to you, with the excuse of wanting heat. Though you know that she just wants to be close to you-

Jaehee can do anything, but I don’t think she can skate. So if you know how to skate, drag her to a nearby ice rink and teach her there. She won’t refuse because she loves you very much— though if you also don’t know, you two will just stick with other activities.

Jaehee watches as you stick out your tongue to catch a snowflake. She giggled when you made a face. “Cold..” You muttered. “Well.. it is ice.” Jaehee jokingly sass as you laughed. “Right right.”

“C’mon. Let’s enter this café.” Jaehee said while pointing at a nearby café that looks so cozy. You gave her a look. “You sure? Don’t you own a café as well?” Jaehee chuckles as she gives your hand a squeeze. “Just because I own a café now doesn’t mean I don’t want to go to other café’s. Now c’mon before we freeze to death.”

You chuckled as you let her drag you to the café. “I wouldn’t mind being frozen in place with you-“ Jaehee can only sigh and smile at your puns.

Saeran

Saeran is the most least excited for Christmas. Actually, he isn’t excited about anything other than you or ice cream. Like he has the most deadpanned stare as you exclaim its already December.

Actually, I think Saeran would despise Christmas. Because it reminds him of his past. How horrible their mother was to them, to the point that they couldn’t eat anymore. Christmas wasn’t anything special to them back then but now, it is. Whether he likes it or not.

Saeran prefers staying indoors than going out. Unlike his brother that loves snow, he isn’t a fan of them. He says this and yet he’s freezing when you touch him! Like he can still literally eat ice cream even though its already freezing! Prepare yourself when you’ll cuddle with Saeran-

Saeran actually loves cuddling with you around this time. Like I said, he’s freezing so he wants (craves) your warmth. So expect to find yourself cuddling with him.

“Saeran.. I need to cook.” “Just.. a bit longer.” You sighed, finally relaxing your body with his. You knew you weren’t getting up any time soon. Not when this big baby has you in his arms. Saeran nuzzle his face deeper in your neck and hair. You shiver when you felt his warm breath on your neck.

You smiled unconsciously while closing your eyes. Saeran wasn’t one for affectionate, it’s usually you who initiate this kind od things. But now, he’s the one initiating it first. It was kinda refreshing to see him opening up to you. Finally opening his heart to you. Usually when he cuddles, it’s usually for warmth but you knew that it wasn’t for that reason why he suddenly wants to cuddle..

“Did you lose again in that game?” ... “shut up” You laughed as pat his head while he pouts. He swears you knew him better than he knows himself-

V

V is neutral to the holidays. Though he likes the idea of giving (spoiling) you with gifts and affections. V loves spending time with you and taking picture of the winter wonderland. So, ofc, he prefers going outside with you.

When he lets you see the pictures he take with his camera, you would find yourself in almost every single one. When you ask about this, his only response is your his muse. V is also sneaky when taking pictures of you. Some of these you didn’t know you were unconsciously doing or noticing him taking pictures of you. (Their all beautiful, mind you-)

He loves the domestice life with you. He really spoils you with love and affections. Every morning, noon, afternoon and evening. Afterall, he wants to make it up to you. After all that has happened, with Rika and stuff. But he wouldn’t bring this topic up. He would rather let his past be in the past. He’s forever grateful to you (and also thankful that you managed to convince him to have eye surgery-)

V smiled as he sneakily takes a pic of you looking at the snow without you noticing. His smile stays even after taking the pic. He opens it and inspect it. Perfection. Of course, its perfect. It’s you afterall.

“V.. did you take a pic of me again?” V hums, not looking up as he press the next button. He could hear the playfulness in your voice, so he knew you weren’t mad about it. When he felt you in front of him, he immediately closes his camera.

You pout as you glared at him. “Heyy! I wanna see!” V only chuckled as he lets his camera fall, he doesn’t need to worry about it falling since its lace is around his neck. He proceeds to kiss the top of your forehead. “Sorry, starlight. If I show it to you then you’ll ask me to delete it.” You pout before bursting into fits of laughs. “I guess.”

“Can I atleast have a peek?” “Nope.” “C’mon! Just a glance!” “Nope.” “V~!” “Still no, love.” “No cuddles later then!” “... at home.” You cheered as he sighed in defeat before smiling at you being adorable again.

[osita-iza]

Helloo! I like your writing a lot!! If you don’t mind can i request the rva + v, and saeran with mc who’s really sensitive? Like she cry when someone raise their voice, or when she feel someone becoming distant to them? Im sorry if my english is bad 😅 thank you!! I hope it’s not burdening you

Thank you so much anonie! Don’t worry, It wasn’t a burden at all!!! Sorry if it took longer than you wanted, I’m taking two summer classes right now, and they’ve been a lot of work these past couple weeks. As a Certified Sensitive Bitch, I found this request really interesting. I tried to make all of their stories different to keep it from being repetitive. 

I hope you enjoy it!! Requests are open <3

Possible spoilers: Jaehee’s Good/Normal Ending, some of Saeran/V/Seven’s routes. 

Warnings: Slight swearing, not much. 

RFA+V+Saeran: With a Sensitive MC (especially to yelling or distant) 

Yoosung 

He was stressed. He was just on edge. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. This exam season will determine whether or not he’s accepted to vet school. It’s normal for him to be stressed. He’s just a little stressed… 

You made dinner that night, keeping your headphones in so your music didn’t disturb him. You had finished almost all of your finals last week, only having one this week, so you decided to help him out. 

You put his dinner in front of him as you sat down across the table. You were on your phone as you ate, and he would take a bite every once in a while. 

You tried to focus on your phone. You really really did. 

...But he had literal bags under his eyes; something you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. You made dinner half an hour ago, and Yoosung had taken about two bites from it. 

“Yoosung, have you eaten anything today?” 

“What?” He glanced up from his textbook for a moment, not even long enough for you to look into his eyes. “Oh, yeah! Uh… I ate a little bit after you left earlier.” 

“I left at 9 a.m. for class,” you said, “Yoosung, you need a break. You need to eat.” 

“MC-” 

“You’re gonna burn yourself out,” you insisted, “At this rate, you’ll collapse during your exam.” 

“Can you just leave me alone? God just because you don’t know what you’re doing with your life doesn’t mean you have to drag me down with you!” He yelled. 

You weren’t sure if you were more hurt or angry; your glare mixing in with your tears. “Oh, fuck you.” 

Yoosung finally looked up at you with wide eyes. You never cussed at him. Should he be more worried about that or your tears?

You sniffled and covered your mouth, already feeling your throat burn as you tried to hold back more tears. Your hands were shaking, just wanting to scream at him about how you just cared about him, how he went for a low blow, how you needed to know that he was alright. 

Yeah… he was more worried about the tears 

“Just because you’re stressed about your exams doesn’t mean you get to yell at me,” you said with a shaking voice. 

He didn’t know what to say, so you both just stared at each other for a moment. With a sigh, you grabbed your bag and walked to the door. 

Yoosung’s mind finally caught up with his body, and he ran up to you to grab your wrist. “Wait- I- I’m so sorry!” You stared at where your hands connected. Yoosung took this as a sign to continue. “You were right. I didn’t take a break all day, and I took it out on you. Will you take a break with me... Eat with me?” 

“...I can’t deal with being yelled at.” 

He pulled you into a hug by your hand. “Then I’ll never yell at you again.” 

You were still hurt, but you could feel his promise through his hug. “Wanna eat then?” 

“Of course,” he said as he pulled back to kiss you on the forehead, “Especially since you made it, so it’s made with extra love!” 

You smiled at him as you puckered your lips, and he kissed you. 

“So you forgive me?” 

“Mostly,” you said, “I think I need a couple more kisses to fully forgive you.” 

Jaehee 

Jaehee wasn’t the type to yell 

She was raised in a household that didn’t want her. A household where her aunt always yelled. 

While everything her aunt did hurt her, it was the yelling that taught her to shut up. 

So she learned to disagree calmly. Or not at all. 

You were the one who protected her. You stood up for her. To her you were the epitome of strength. 

You looked at Jumin, one of the richest men in the country, and told him that he was being entitled with how much pointless work you gave Jaehee 

You saw the woman who would work herself to the point of passing out, and you comforted her and showed her that she wasn’t alone 

So when a customer began berating you for mixing up his drink with another customer’s (which you already apologized for and fixed), she was angry but not worried per se 

You were the strongest person she knew

She would just give you a treat after he left, and you’d be fine

You could handle yourself. 

“I just don’t understand! You have one fucking job- to make coffee and give it to customers. How do you mess that up?” His voice gradually raised in volume with every word

The anger in her body was building up with every word he said. She was debating before she heard a sniffle, and Jaehee turned around to see tears shining in your eyes

You took a deep breath and spoke in a low volume. “Sir...” 

Oh hell no... 

Her heart broke, releasing that anger throughout her body. 

“Excuse me sir,” Jaehee said, standing next to you and putting her hands on the counter between you both and the customer

“What do you want?” he said 

“You have absolutely no reason to be yelling at the employees here-” 

“She-” 

Jaehee’s glare seemed to get darker as she spoke over him. “She has already gotten you your correct drink. Offered you a refund. And apologized for the mistake. And even if she didn’t, there is no reason to yell.” 

“This doesn’t concern you.” 

“As one of the owners of this establishment, this absolutely concerns me. I will not tolerate a customer blatantly insulting someone in this premises. I have to ask you to leave, and you will not be served here in the future.” 

He stared at the both of you for a moment before he threw the coffee cop on the ground and walked out of the cafe. 

You grabbed one of the napkins and wiped at your eyes. “I’m really sorry, Jaehee,” 

She pushed your hair out of your face and held your face in her hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was a simple mistake, and you apologized,” 

“No… for crying,” you sniffled. “I know I should be able to handle it-” 

Jaehee shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t have to handle or deal with people yelling at you. And you won’t ever have to deal with it when I’m around, okay?” 

“O-okay.” 

Later that night, after the cafe was closed, she would have a better conversation with you. She wanted to know exactly what set you off, how she could help you calm down if it happened again, everything. 

And she promised you -with her words and a kiss- she would never yell at you. 

She knew you would protect her, but she would protect you too. 

Your sensitivity was the reason why you were able to see the pain she was in, even through a screen 

She would not let anyone use that sensitivity against you. 

Zen 

You were both really emotional 

It’s what made Zen a good actor. It’s what made you able to understand people around you. It’s why you two were a good match, able to handle each other’s waxing and waning of moodiness. 

But while your emotions made you cry, Zen’s emotions made him loud. 

I mean, he was in a biker gang. He had to learn to be loud 

He also had a bit of a jealousy problem. And he swore up and down that your coworker had been flirting with you at the company’s holiday party

He was pacing in the living room. Some of his hair was framing his face because he kept messing with his ponytail. You were sitting at the kitchen table, just tired as you watched him. 

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know he’s into you?” he said. Zen’s voice rose in volume with every word, not quite yelling it but getting to it. 

“Because he wasn’t, Zen. I wouldn’t let someone flirt with me, do you really think that low of me?” 

“That’s not it! You’re missing the point here!” He shouted. 

It was silent, save for his deep breaths. Zen was facing the wall, and he clenched his jaw. 

“... I’ll just go home,” you said, voice croaking. 

That made him turn around, and his eyes widened as he saw the tears shining in your eyes. 

His feet and emotions turned 180 degrees. 

“No, no, no, no,” he said as you stood up. He grabbed your wrists, trying to keep you from leaving. “Please, don’t leave. Let’s talk about this.” 

“What’s there to talk about? You’ve already made up your mind,” you said, “And I’m not gonna sit here to just get yelled at,” 

“I promise I won’t yell anymore. Please…” 

You glared at him as you wiped at your eyes. “If you yell at me one more time, I’m out.” 

“I promise I won’t.” 

You sat down and talked through it- calmly this time. After you worked through the original fight, he had to ask. “Was it the yelling that made you cry?” 

“I’ve always had a problem with yelling, even as a kid. Annoyed my parents to no end,” you said, already feeling the headache coming from the tears. 

“I’ll work on that then. I won’t be the reason you cry. Never,” he said, “And you don’t have to hide your emotions from me, okay?” 

You nodded, and tried to keep yourself from crying again because of how soft his eyes looked now. “Okay.” 

“Good. Because I want to take care of my princess.” Zen smiled and kissed you. 

The only reason he wanted you to cry was because of his amazing acting performance, never anything else. 

Jumin 

His father had a new fiance, and Jumin was in charge of the contract between C&R and her family’s company 

How his father didn’t see the obvious motive in that… but the company wasn’t horrible, so Jumin decided to keep his mouth shut 

That didn’t mean he was happy about it though… 

Without realizing it, he was falling back into old habits 

Jaehee was complaining more and more in the chatrooms about the workload, which Jumin was brushing off 

He was leaving for the office earlier and earlier in the mornings. Coming home later in the evenings. He started bringing work home too, something he never did before. 

You could probably count the hours that you guys were spending together on one hand. You knew he was busy with work and it was understandable that he would be distant

But… you needed Jumin. 

You moved out of your crappy apartment with a faucet that always leaked even though you called maintenance about it at least every month into a penthouse where you could have everything taken care of with the snap of a finger 

To say it was a lot would be the understatement of the fucking century 

The only constant you had- the only thing that felt that home- was Jumin 

Maybe you should do something? To make him feel loved? 

So you told his personal chef to take the day off, you were cooking tonight 

You went to the nearest grocery store, trying to not feel like everyone was staring at you when the bodyguards followed you in. 

This grocery store was a lot more boujee than the one you went to as a kid (or an adult for that matter). One of the bodyguards could see you were just wandering down the aisles, so he took pity on you and led you to where the ingredients were. 

You thanked him profusely before you began cooking in the kitchen, which also took you a bit longer to get a hang of. 

Apparently rich people have different stoves… good to know 

Finally you finished cooking dinner, right when Jumin got home. You assumed he would be home later than he said he would… and you were right 

“Hi Jumin!” you said as he shut the door 

“Hi, love,” he sighed as he kept walking, making a beeline for his home office 

You followed him a couple of steps. “I made dinner! It was one of my favorites as a kid. I was wondering if you wanted to try it-” 

“I’m really sorry. I have a lot of work to finish up tonight. I’ll be sure to try some tomorrow.” He turned around to kiss your forehead before walking into his office, shutting the door behind him. Not even sparing you a glance. 

Your throat began burning as tears began shining in your eyes. Without a word, you walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. You covered your mouth as the tears fell. 

Of course Jumin doesn’t want to spend time with you. You can’t even keep yourself from crying because you’re not getting attention. He didn’t even do anything! He didn’t yell. Didn’t snap at you. His emotions are always in check; he’s always rational. 

Meow

Elizabeth jumped onto your lap, and you held her close to your chest as you wheezed for air. She kept meowing as she cuddled into your chest. “At least you want me around, Elizabeth,” you whispered. 

“Why is Elizabeth meowing so much? It’s distracting” Jumin asked as he walked into the living room. His eyes widening a fraction of an inch when he saw your teary face

You looked Elizabeth in the eye. “Snitch.” 

He frowned, sitting next to you. “Darling, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I’m just being overly emotional.” You said, pulling Elizabeth back into your chest. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Jumin frowned and put his hand on your leg, squeezing it lightly. “You were able to empathize with my emotions. Ones that I didn’t even know I had, let alone articulate. Your strength is your emotions; a strength I can never replicate. Don’t dismiss your emotions, please. Especially not with me,” 

Well now you were going to cry again. 

You leaned closer, and he wrapped his arms around you. He rubbed your back as you let out the last of your tears, leaving an imprint of your wet cheeks on his button up 

When you could finally breathe normally, you spoke up. “I went to the grocery store today- to buy things for dinner. And I was lost, but I didn’t want to ask a manager because the bodyguards were right there. And so Mr. Park ended up showing me where to go. And I come home, and it takes me half an hour to just figure out how to work the stove because there are so many knobs that do nothing, and god damn they don’t even say what temperature you’re heating up to clearly! And then I taste the food, and it tastes nothing like how it did as a kid because the ingredients aren’t the generic brand.” 

“May I ask where this is going?” Jumin furrowed his eyebrows. 

“I changed everything about my life to the point where making my favorite meal isn’t normal for me anymore,” you said, and he frowned. “Don’t get me wrong. I know that’s part of the Jumin Han package, but it’s only worth it if I’m getting Jumin Han too” 

“What do you mean?” 

“We’ve had dinner together twice this month,” you answered, “I wasn’t raised to handle this. I can only handle this if I have you. I can’t do it otherwise,” 

Jumin frowned. He kissed you slowly, making sure to savor the feeling of your lips against his. When was the last time he kissed you like this? He couldn’t remember. 

“I’m sorry, love.” 

“I know you’re busy-” 

“Still. I can’t imagine my life without you. I should be treating you as such. And I promise I will be doing better from now on.” 

You spend the night eating dinner and relaxing in the living room. 

After that night, Jumin makes sure that you both get to eat dinner at least twice a week. Nights where you both just focus on each other, and there’s no work. 

(Sidenote: Jumin’s new work-life balance trickles down to Jaehee, and she swears she would give you her first born if you ask for it because of this) 

Saeran

Being an ex-cult member came with a lot of challenges 

He had made a lot of progress. The anger and aggression he had mostly subdued as he got help, and he was proud of himself (first time he had ever felt that). He even had a job now; something he had never even dreamed of. 

But today he had like three customers scream at him. One of them even doing it in front of his manager, meaning he got an extra lecture. 

Saeran decided to walk home from work instead of taking the bus, seeing it as a way to burn off some steam and avoiding a confrontation with a stranger. 

He groaned as he got home and took his shoes off before he heard the TV show pause. 

Shit. 

He forgot today was your day off. 

He went to rush into your bedroom, avoiding the living room you were sitting in, but you followed him in with a smile, wanting to talk to your boyfriend. “Hi Saeran. How was work?” 

Saeran clenched his jaw. His immediate reaction to scream. Instead he clenched his fists. He couldn’t yell at you. He couldn’t lose his temper with you. He couldn’t. 

“Rough day.” 

He sat on the bed, and you frowned from the other side of the bed. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked, voice soft. 

He rested his elbows on his knees, dropping his face into his hands. His hands were shaking already. “I think I need to be alone right now.” 

“Okay… if you change your mind I’ll be in the liv-” 

“For the love of god, would you shut up?” he yelled, not even sure where it came from himself, “I already told you to leave me alone, so could you fucking listen for once in your life?” 

It was silent, save for your deep breathing. You turned around, shutting the door behind you. 

He felt nauseous. 

You were incredibly patient with him, almost more patient than Saeyoung. You didn’t ask for a lot. You just told him that you couldn’t handle yelling, never had, and you probably never will. It always made you scared. 

You didn’t outright tell him not to yell at you, but he figured out that’s what you meant when you said it quietly to him one night. 

And he promised himself he would never do that to you. Saeran put you through enough already; he couldn’t scare you now. 

Saeran took a shaky breath. His body both tense and loose at the same time. He couldn’t relax, but he also wasn’t in control of his body. 

He sat on the bed for who knows how long before he stood up, ready to apologize. 

The TV was still paused in the same time as before, and you weren’t in the living room. 

His heart began racing. 

What if you left? Were you safe? Did you leave him? Did he ruin this in the matter of minutes? 

Saeran’s hands gripped onto the cushions of the couch as anxiety took over his body. 

Then he heard a sniffle and a gasp coming from the bathroom. It was clear what you were doing. He felt both worse and better. 

Saeran knocked on the bathroom door, and the whispering noises somehow got quieter. “Can I come in?” 

Your voice croaked. “It’s open.” 

His heart tightened as he opened the door. Your eyes were puffy and red. Tears still attached to your eyelashes. “...Hi” you muttered, refusing to look at him, instead focused on the towel in your lap. You must have used that to muffle yourself. 

“I- I’m sorry. I was trying to keep myself from yelling, but I lost control when I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry…” 

You nodded, still refusing to look at him. He wanted to hug you. Pull you in, rub your back, stroke your hair and promise you that it would never happen again. But he had promised himself that it would never happen in the first place before. 

You were always the one comforting him. This was the first time he had done it for you, made even worse that he was the reason you needed to be comforted. 

You let out a whimper and wiped away your oncoming tears. “Yelling just scares me and hearing it from you-” 

Saeran stepped towards you, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you against his torso. You could feel how tense he was; you were practically leaning against a wooden plank. He was really trying. 

“I… I promise I’ll try better next time. I don’t like you being scared of me or seeing you like this and knowing it was me. It won’t happen again,” 

You looked up at him, and he patted your head on instinct. You furrowed your eyebrows, too confused to really be scared anymore. 

If anything was gonna make Saeran seem less scary, it was gonna be his concerned eyes as he struggled to comfort you. “You’re trying right now, huh?” 

“I am. And I promise I’ll try harder.” 

“Can I have a kiss?” 

He leaned down and kissed you. “Do you want to go watch TV? So I can make it up to you.” 

You nodded and as you cuddled into his side, holding onto his hand tightly, Saeran pulled out his phone. 

He wrote out an email to his therapist: 

Can we move up my appointment? 

He was gonna try better. He wouldn’t do this again. 

V

January 26th… The week of their anniversary

Or at least it would’ve been

Don’t get it twisted. He loved you. More than he had ever loved anyone else before. He would never trade his experiences with you for her. 

But it was the week of their anniversary. 

That Sunday was supposed to be their wedding date. 

Monday was explainable. 

People just want their alone time sometimes 

So was Tuesday… 

And Wednesday… sort of 

But four days of your boyfriend that you lived with not talking to you?

That was not alright 

You made more of an effort Friday, hoping that if you pushed him for a conversation, he would speak up about whatever was bothering him 

You both had been home for about five hours now. You had tried starting a conversation about ten different times. 

You couldn’t anymore. 

If you talked again, your voice would probably crack. So you went into the bathroom, cried it out, and went to bed early. 

Both you and V were praying for this week to end. 

Sunday was their anniversary, and V told himself that everything would be normal afterwards. 

But Saturday was your breaking point 

When V left for rehearsal, you got your phone, dialed Seven’s number, and sat down on your bed. 

“Hey ho! What’s up, MC?” 

Does Seven even know?... “Has V told you anything this week?” 

“What?” Seven asked, and you could hear him shuffling around on the other end. “Is something wrong?” 

Shit you were already crying. You wiped at your nose and sniffled to clear it. “N-Nothing. He’s just been really quiet this past week, so I was worried.” 

“Quiet?” 

“Yeah, he hasn’t really talked to me at all really,” you confessed. Hating that your tears were running down your face. Holding in your emotions was like trying to stop a tsunami with a spoon. Your voice cracked, and you hoped that Seven was dumb enough -just this once- to just let it slide. “I was just wondering if he talked to you about anything that I should be worried about.” 

“MC, are you crying?” he asked. 

“Is that a yes or no, Seven?” 

“MC-” 

“Seven!” you snapped back before covering your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. “I’m sorry for yelling. But has he?” 

“No…” 

“Okay, thanks for talking to me though. I hope you have a nice day.” You heard him try to say your name, but you hung up before he could finish. He called a couple more times, but you ignored it. 

You cleaned yourself up and went to work 

Your chest was heavy when you got home, and V cleared his throat as you took off your shoes 

“Hi,” you said, “Have you picked what to have for dinner?” 

He stared at you for a moment with furrowed eyebrows. “Uh… I was stuck between the Chinese place and pizza place.” 

“I’m good with either.” 

It was silent for a few moments as you went through the mail, avoiding looking at him. “I talked with Luciel today.” 

There it was… 

“Can we talk?” 

You nodded and sat down at the table. 

You spoke up before he could. “Why have you been distant this week?” 

“My anniversary and expectant wedding date with Rika is Sunday,” V explained, “I was reminded of her, and my first instinct was to distance myself again.” 

You wanted to be mad at him, but you understood it. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m… getting better. I wouldn’t say I’m good, but better than the beginning of this week,” V said 

You took a deep breath, hating the burning in your throat as tears appeared in your eyes. “You could’ve just said that, and I wouldn’t have pushed you to talk more about it,” you breathed out and wiped at your face, “I thought…” 

He furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed your hand. “You thought what?” 

“Sometimes I worry that you’re only with me because I was conveniently there when you were going through everything,” you confessed. And he felt his chest tighten. “So when you did pull away from me, even though it was just for a moment… I was scared.... I was scared that you realized that too,” 

He leaned over and kissed you, tasting the salt from your tears. “I promise, I love with all my heart. I appreciate that you were there for me, and I cared about you then. But I’ve fallen in love with you a little bit every day, over and over and over again since then,” 

You smiled at him as crying took over again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you as tears wet his shirt, rubbing your back as you did. “I love you,” you said into his neck, the words garbled. 

“I love you too,” V whispered. “And I’ll remind you of that everyday if I need to.”

Saeyoung

Saeran was hurting right now. Saeyoung knew that. He was just scared. It was scary to be in the mental health ward. To be away from Mint Eye, all he knew for years. 

But when Saeran yelled at him… That he abandoned his brother. He hurt everyone around him. That Saeran was better dead than with his brother. 

That Saeyoung didn’t deserve love. The only thing he was good at was corrupting people. 

… It was hard to not let it sink in. 

Because Saeran was just saying everything Saeyoung had told himself before. 

So Saeyoung was silent as he drove home. You and Vanderwood were working today, so he was silent as he cooked dinner. 

And he was silent when you came home. Only saying hi and that dinner was done before grabbing his plate and eating at his desk. 

There was a pit in your stomach as you followed him. “Is something wrong?” 

“No.” 

“Then why are you avoiding me?” you asked. 

“God. Why are you even still here?” he snapped, turning to look at you. His eyes weren’t even angry just… empty. “You had your party. Mint Eye is gone. The agency isn’t after me… so why are you still here?”

And then he turned around to face his screen again. 

That pit in your stomach had traveled all across your body. And god was it heavy. 

Your throat burned. 

The walls were closing in on you. 

And there was Seven. Just sitting at his desk typing. 

You wrapped your arms around you. Making yourself smaller, as if that would save you from the suffocation. 

You were just frozen. Slowly you stepped out of your shared room and walked to the front door. 

Silent, just like he was, you stepped outside. 

As if the fresh air was caffeine, your body woke up, letting the tears run down your face. 

You stumbled into the lawn outside and sat down, letting the damp grass cool your burning skin. You covered your mouth as you sobbed. 

Over and over again. Sobs and whimpers, muffled by your hand, would rack your body. You would finally calm down and take a deep breath. And the coldness would burn your throat and set you off again. 

A headache echoed in your head as you laid on the grass, staring up at the stars. Finally too exhausted to keep up the crying. They reminded you of Saeyoung. 

Fuck him for ruining stars for you. 

“What the hell are you doing, kid?” Vanderwood asked as he crouched next to your laying body. 

“Looking at the stars.” Your voice was raspy, barely there after your meltdown. 

“Are you okay?” they asked as they sat down next to you. “It’s late, ya know? It’s not safe out here.” 

“I’m not going inside.” 

“Hey-” 

“Thanks for your concern.” 

With a huff, they stood up, and you heard the security questions before the door opened. It shut. Crickets. 

The door opened again. And someone sat next to you with a sigh. You’d recognize that cologne anywhere. You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, refusing to look at him. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.” 

“It’s not even what you said. It’s how you said it,” you responded, still avoiding his gaze. “It was like we were back in that fucking apartment.” 

“What?” 

“I was back in that fucking apartment. There was a bomb, a kidnapper, and you refused to even look at me. Everything was out of control. I felt like the exact same bomb was in the bunker back there. It was just happening around me- to me. All I could do was just wait. Just sit there waiting!” 

Unlike before, where he didn’t want to say, now he couldn’t speak. What was he going to say? Was there something he could say?

You were so calm the entire time you were at the apartment. Crying only after Saeran broke in. At least the only time he saw. How many times did you cry when he wasn’t looking? He thought he was the only one freaking out because you seemed to only be focused on him. 

But you couldn’t control the bomb. Couldn’t stop Saeran. Stop Rika. Couldn’t even tell the RFA the truth. 

But you wanted to help him. That was the only thing you could do. 

Seven didn’t see the panic attacks in the shower. Or you crying into your pillow. 

“I can’t do this again Seven. I can handle all of it. But not this. I can’t just sit here and watch you do this all over again. Over and over and over again! I can’t-” You sobbed, and Seven pulled you into his chest. 

He shut his eyes to keep his own tears from falling. Your back rose up and down as you gasped for air, his shirt becoming wet. 

Seven rubbed your back slowly and kissed the top of your head. You pulled away; your eyes finally dry. “I won’t push you away again. I promise I won’t cut you out.” 

“Saeyoung…” you mumbled. 

“No. I mean it,” he said. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t shut you out again. I won’t make you go through that again.” 

He looked you in the eye with a smile that disappeared for a moment. “I promise, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Do you want to stay out here or go inside?” 

“I want to stay out here a little longer.” 

“That’s fine.” He held your hand as you laid out on the grass again

[gureishi]

day 4: first time in the longest time

Here’s day 4 of the Human Again prompts. For the master list of all the ficlets, click here.

SaeyoungXReader, T (innuendo and general flirty shenanigans), words: 1790

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You can’t sit still. 

The hotel room is excessively large—more of a suite, really, with its own little dining nook nestled against a bay window. It’s objectively larger and nicer than anywhere else you’ve lived recently—or maybe ever. But it’s still very much a hotel.

When was the last time I stayed somewhere that felt like home?

You pace the perimeter of the room several times. You sit on the bed, stand again, smooth out the wrinkles in the blanket. You go to the window, open the curtains, look out, close the curtains.

You wonder how much time has passed. You check your phone. Ugh. Three minutes.

Perching on the edge of one of the chairs, you stare at nothing, trying not to chew your nails or look at your phone again.

Any minute now.

The last time you saw him was breathless, desperate, fleeting. He came unexpectedly, early in the morning, and he didn’t tell you what he was planning to do, but of course you knew.

“We might not get to see each other for a while,” he said then.

“It’s okay,” you responded, because what else were you supposed to say? You kissed him hard, and he kissed you back like he was trying to absorb you.

It feels like forever ago.

Thanks to Jumin, you’ve been living in this almost uncomfortably lavish hotel instead of the apartment, which—though now free of bombs—is full of confusing memories.

And the hotel really is nice. The rest of the RFA has been coming to see you. Things are peaceful. But…

But you’ve been going, going, going for so long that the idleness feels unsettling. And you’ve missed him. Oh, how you’ve missed him.

He’s protecting everyone, as always—keeping Saeran safe from the emotional burden of seeing you, keeping you safe from whatever danger Saeran still presents to you. He calls a lot, sometimes in the middle of the night. But you’ve gotten so used to feeling his body curled against yours at night, and the hotel bed feels gigantic. You keep thinking you see his reflection in the windows.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, and you promptly drop it. 

“Here,” his text says, followed by a string of hearts.

You trip over yourself trying to get out of the chair and can’t help but laugh. You can only imagine what you look like, hopping on one foot as you try to get on your other shoe, stuff both arms into your coat, and grab your bag all at the same time.

The trip downstairs in the elevator (packed with people in suits—Jumin did pick this hotel, after all) feels like it takes an eternity. You force yourself to cross the lobby at a measured pace and push open the heavy door to the outside. You scan the street and, amidst all the taxis and black luxury cars, there is his insane souped-up silver Lamborghini.

You take a few careful steps and then think, oh, screw it, and break into a run. The driver’s-side door opens and you catch a momentary glimpse of his mop of red hair before you catapult yourself into his arms.

He laughs gleefully, and the familiar sound fills you up like a warm drink. He easily scoops you up and you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your head in his shoulder.

“Hi,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Mmph,” you say in response, your mouth pressed against his neck. You drink in the scent of honey and salt and that special sweet-spicy aroma that isn’t anything in particular, just Saeyoung scent.

He giggles and, one arm around your waist, nudges your face up with his other hand. He’s got on some unnecessarily fancy sunglasses, which you push up on top of his head before pressing your lips firmly against his.

He kisses you back fervently, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist and pulling you into him; your feet still haven’t touched the ground. You part your lips the tiniest bit and he bites your bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth. Your heart does a somersault.

Finally, you pull away to catch your breath and take him in: his cheeks are pink and he’s got this hazy look in his eyes, like he doesn’t quite know where he is. You know the feeling.

Saeyoung lets you down, giving your thighs a tight squeeze as you slide out of his arms and onto the sidewalk.

“Miss me?” he asks, flashing you a brilliant smile.

You smack his arm. “What do you think?

“I think you missed your God Seven soooo much,” he sings, bending over to kiss the tip of your nose. “What’s a poor girl to do without her Defender of Justice at her beck and call?”

“Slowly disintegrate into a pile of goo,” you say seriously, holding onto his hoodie strings. He nods sagely.

“A common side effect,” he replies, his hands skating over your hips.

“Mmmm.” You close your eyes and lean in for another kiss and he meets you eagerly, pulling you into his chest with both hands on your waist.

It’s easy to get lost in him. Everything about him is intoxicating to you—his scent and his grip on your waist and the concrete evidence that he’s real and he’s here and he’s holding you.

Loud honking breaks the spell, and you reluctantly pull away, panting.

“Awww,” Saeyoung whines, gazing down at you. “I could make out with you in the street all day.”

“We can make out any day, anywhere, babe,” you respond, casting a self-conscious glance around you. There are a lot of people here.

Saeyoung leans down, and you automatically rise to your tiptoes, expecting another kiss. Instead, he nuzzles your ear with his nose. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” he whispers. Then he bites your earlobe.

You squirm, your body responding instantly. Heat pools in your belly, and you relinquish your self-restraint, reaching for him. He grins wickedly and dodges you, skipping around the car to hold open the passenger-side door.

“Patience, my darling,” he sings, and you want to smack him again or possibly tackle him to the ground right there.

Instead, you follow him around and slide into the polished leather seat as gracefully as you can.

“You better drive fast,” you say, and his face breaks into a wide grin.

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Saeyoung drives on the highway one-handed, his other hand resting on your thigh. He plays the radio loud and sings along, and you watch the particular way the afternoon sun hits his jawline.

“It feels kind of nostalgic, being in the car with you,” you say, leaning back into the sun-warmed leather.

“I was thinking that too,” he says, squeezing your leg.

You reach over and brush a stray curl from his forehead.

“I really, really, really missed you,” you say.

He swallows. He keeps his eyes on the road, but you can practically see the thoughts buzzing around in his brain. “I don’t wanna ever be apart again,” he says firmly. “Is that okay?”

Easy question. “Yes.”

He beams. “I mean it.” He wiggles his eyebrows, which makes you laugh.

“Even when I’m going to the bathroom?” you ask.

“Yep, even then,” he says.

“What if I’m doing my taxes?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Clipping my toenails?”

“Clearly a group activity.”

“Um, doing laundry?”

“I’ll be on the other side of the room, but I’ll be watching.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“I like this idea,” you say. “But Saeyoung, I’m going to have to go back to the hotel at some point, you know.”

He glances at you, and there’s a complicated look in his eyes.

“Why?” he asks.

“Um.” What? “Well, I don’t actually have another place that I’m living, you know. And I can’t exactly just stay at your house forever. Saeran—”

“May not be ready for that yet, I know,” Saeyoung says. His fingers restlessly tap against the steering wheel. “But he’ll get to know you. And I—I mean, eventually, I—” Tap. Tap. Tap. “Would you want to—” He cuts himself off, groaning in frustration. “Never mind! I didn’t mean to bring this up while I was driving. Let’s just…can you forget I said anything?”

“You haven’t really said anything yet, babe.” You toy with the cuff of his sweatshirt. You’re fiddlers, both of you. More so when you’re nervous.

“Can we please talk about it later?”

You sigh. “I kind of want to know what you were going to say now.”

Tap tap tap. Saeyoung takes a deep breath, and his grip on your leg tightens. 

“Okay. So, listen. You and Saeran need to get to know each other, and I don’t know how long that will take. But he’s ready to try, and I—I’d really like it if—what I mean is, in a little while…would you want to move in? Uh. With us?”

Oh my god.

It’s not like his awkward preamble wasn’t a bit of a tip-off. But, given everything, you haven’t even allowed yourself to fantasize about this. You’ve gotten somewhat accustomed to your reality, never quite settling in anywhere. Recently, you’d felt that you’d feel at home anywhere (a car, a cabin, a campsite) as long as you were with him.

You hadn’t thought, yet, about what it would be like to actually have a home with him.

“Um. What do you think?” Saeyoung peers at you out of the corner of his eye.

Another easy question. Way too easy.

“Of course I wanna live with you, dummy,” you say, grinning.

“Really?! I wouldn’t live with me if I were you!” He talks fast, stumbling over his words. “I live in a super high security bunker. It doesn’t even have windows! I have really weird decorations. I’m messy! I don’t sleep at normal times. I have terrible eating habits! I even—”

You cut him off, reaching over to place a finger on his lips.

“It’s approximately two minutes too late to change my mind,” you say.

“Thank god,” he says, sighing. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d said no.” Then he bites your finger.

You yelp, and he cackles, effortlessly guiding the car off the freeway and onto a tree-lined road.

“It still might be a little while,” he cautions. “Saeran’s doing really well, but still—”

“I know.”

“If it were up to me, you’d move in today.”

You giggle. “Me too.”

Saeyoung’s fingers dance over your thigh. “You really want to—?”

“Saeyoung.” You put on your sternest voice, and he quiets. His lips twitch—he’s trying not to smile. “Please take me home.”

[jihyuncompass]

Hello! Can I request a scenario where MC is freaking out because she thinks RFA wants to break up with her after a fight? Thabks for the good writing headcanons, I love reading them :)

I’m glad you like reading them! I like writing them :) 

Note: I just added the main RFA in here, if you or anyone else wants me too I would be happy to add in V and Saeran. 

Zen

I kind of wrote something like this in another headcanon but I’m gonna reimagine that a little. 

The two of you didn’t fight often, but Zen had a bad habit of getting angry about certain things and sometimes it would end up becoming a fight.

Most of the time Zen just needed to blow off some steam and he’d be fine but after one particular fight it wasn’t like that. 

Zen generally didn’t stay upset for a long time, but this particular time was different. It had been days since you two had argued and he still was clearly upset. 

After a couple of days you started to think that maybe this was the end of your relationship. Maybe the reason Zen wasn’t trying to fix things with you was because he was trying to break up with you. 

Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, you start to panic. You love Zen you don’t want to break up with him! 

You kept thinking about what you would do, where you would go, but even the very thought of breaking up made you cry harder. 

When Zen got back from his run he saw you sitting on the floor. Seeing you like that worried him instantly. 

From Zen’s perspective he hadn’t intended to act so badly towards you. Money was tight and gigs weren’t coming as quickly as they should be. He was stressed and anxious, and he hadn’t realized how much it had affected you. 

He went into the bedroom and sat down in front of you. He tried to reach for your hand but you pulled away from him. 

“Babe, what’s going on?” He asked. 

“Zen.” You couldn’t look in his eyes, just him being there felt like too much. “Do you want to break up?” 

Zen was absolutely speechless, “Babe, why would you think I want to break up with you?” 

“You’ve been so angry the past few days I guess I thought-” You shook your head, unable to keep talking. 

The realization of his behavior for the past week hit him like a truck as he reached out to hold your shoulders. 

He apologized, holding you as tight as he could. After having a long conversation that morning he spent the rest of that day and the next few after that making sure that you knew just how much he loved you and how much he cares. 

Yoosung

The two of you fought from time to time but not super often. 

Yoosung was a pretty emotional guy so sometimes the anger would just overwhelm him. 

The two of you had gotten into an argument earlier that day before Yoosung had left for his classes for the day. 

The two of you usually texted each other throughout the day whenever he was in between classes. You had sent him a few texts apologizing and asking him to call you when he had a moment. 

You saw that he had read the messages but he didn’t respond. You sat waiting for him to answer getting more and more anxious the more time that passed.

In the past even during your worst fights he never left you on read, the two of you were always felt determined to try and solve the issue but you could tell this was different. 

Trying to keep yourself from getting too worked up you tried to think of what to do. What if this was the last straw fro him? What if this is what ended your relationship? 

You didn’t want that to happen but you didn’t want to stay in a relationship that he didn’t want to be in.Trying not to be too rash you sat in the apartment, waiting for him to come back. 

When Yoosung finally got home you could barely look at him. Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t help but feel like this was the end. 

“Can we talk?” You asked him.

The two of you sat next to each other, talking back and forth, you both apologized for how you had acted ruing the fight. Despite that though, the tension you were holding wasn’t going away. 

You asked him if you still wanted to stay together even after this fight. When you asked the question Yoosung looked appalled. 

“Of course I want to stay together! Do you want that?”

Hearing that was like a huge relief, the weight finally coming off of your shoulders. You sighed and hugged him tight, grateful that the conversation hadn’t ended the way you thought it would earlier that day. 

Jaehee

Things are the cafe were stressful to say the least. 

The two of you had become busier than ever and by the end of every day the two of you were exhausted. 

The original fight started because you had accidentally misordered something for the cafe. And while it wasn’t the end of the world by any means it was just another thing to add to the list of stressors that day. 

You hadn’t fought openly but Jaehee was acting coldly towards you. 

As much as you tried to ignore the thought in your head you couldn’t fight the worry that maybe Jaehee was done with you. Perhaps you had made one mistake too many and now you had to deal with the consequences. 

The worry was only getting worse as you kept working. Continuously looking over at Jaehee to see the expression on her face, if she was looking at you, or even showing any regard towards you. 

Near the later evening when things began to slow down you had excused yourself. Going into the back storage room to try and calm yourself down. 

There all the thoughts overwhelmed you, maybe it was the coffee you had earlier in the day but your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. 

You weren’t sure how long it was but Jaehee eventually came looking for you, and when she found you panicking in the back room she felt the guilt set in. 

The truth was that Jaehee knew that she had a bad habit of doing this. Whenever work got extremely stressful she would end up acting cold without meaning too. It happened a lot more when she worked for Jumin but she hadn’t ever really gotten this way with you. 

When you saw Jaehee you started to apologize, feeling guilty for your mistake, for leaving, for getting upset, all of the above. She took a seat on the floor next to you. 

Before you could even finish your speech Jaehee stopped you. Insisting that the mistake wasn’t a big deal and how sorry she was for how she had acted towards you. 

 Together you vented the stress you were feeling about the cafe, about how much the work was, about how busy it was getting. The cafe was always meant to be a passion project between the two of you. The business was basically your child together. 

But after this you both agreed that maybe it was time to look at hiring some extra help. So maybe you both could sleep better and actually take days off. 

Sitting in the backroom together, you both took a break. A long needed one. 

Jumin

Being in a relationship with Jumin Han had a lot of perks. But there were also some not great things.

It wasn’t Jumin himself though! He was great, but some of the people in had in his life was another story. 

Because of his job he frequently had dinners and fancy events to attend. All of which were hosted and attended by many other prominent people in Jumin’s line of work. 

One of the hardest things to learn was how to act in front of these people. What the proper things to say were, how to behave, how to eat, breathe, dress, just exist around them. 

Over time it had gotten easier, but sometimes mistakes happened. 

You had made a bit of a blunder during an important dinner. At the time you hadn’t thought it was a big deal but after you had gotten home you could tell Jumin wasn’t happy. 

The two of you had ended up in a fight. And eventually you had just walked away going into the bedroom to try and calm down. Sitting on your bed you attempted to focus on anything other than the fight. 

You loved Jumin, you knew that but it was moments like this where your anxiety started to bubble up. He was so smart and important, and you, well you were just you. 

Why would someone like Jumin want to be in a relationship with someone like you? There’s a thousand other people he could date who wouldn’t make the same mistake you did. 

Looking out the large windows of the Penthouse you thought about what your options were. If the two of you ended up breaking up you would need to figure out a place to go, what you were going to do, could you even stay in the RFA? 

Before long Jumin was knocking on the door. You didn’t say anything but he let himself in anyways, as much as you wanted to you couldn’t force yourself to look him in the eyes while he walked over to you. 

He kneeled down on the floor so you had to look at him. 

“Maybe we should break up.” You started. 

“Why do you think that?” Jumin asked you.

“Because-” You found yourself sniffling. “I’m not good enough for you, I don’t know all these things you know, and I’m sure there’s someone way better than me who does.” You explained. 

Jumin’s hands went to cup your cheeks, coming closer to you so all you could see was him. 

“You are more than good enough.” He started. “It isn’t your fault and I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. I’m sorry.” Looking into his eyes you saw the sparks of emotion that went across his face. “I love you. And I have no intentions of ever leaving you.” 

A shaky sigh escaped your lips and you rested your forehead against his. Even though your chest was still aching you felt slightly reassured by his words. 

Seven/Saeyoung

Things between you and Saeyoung were good a vast majority of the time. The two of you were close and got along really well. 

But Saeyoung wasn’t exactly very good at dealing with stress. So when things got difficult, arguments started having more often. 

Ever since Saeran been removed from Mint Eye his recovery was slow. There were some days when things were terrible. And those days were also the worst for Saeyoung. 

Seeing his brother in pain made him hurt, and he wasn’t very good at dealing with that hurt. 

At a point Saeyoung had just walked away to go check on Saeran. After the door slammed behind him you stood in silence for a moment. You pushed your hair from your eyes and focused on your breathing. 

You thought about before the two of you had gotten together, sitting in Rika’s apartment with Saeyoung refusing to engage with you. Looking around your shared bedroom you grabbed your backpack.

Even if Saeyoung hadn’t broken up with you yet somehow you could feel that it was coming.

He had enough on his plate to deal with, between the RFA, and Saeran why would you think he could also handle you too? 

You didn’t grab everything, but you took some clothes with you. Rubbing your eyes you left the bedroom and started quietly heading to the front door of the bunker. 

Before you get to the door Saeyoung saw you. The moment you both saw each other you stopped. You hoped that he wouldn’t see you trying to leave. You hoped you could have just called him later but that was obviously no longer and option. 

Saeyoung’s eyes traveled from your face to the backpack on your shoulders, then back up to you. “Where are you going?” He asked. 

“I think maybe we just need a break.” You said. “You have more than enough to deal with already.” 

After a moment and realizing what it was you were saying Saeyoung shook his head, realizing what you meant. 

“Don’t go, please.” Saeyoung said. 

“Maybe you’d be able to take better care of your brother if I’m not here.” You explained to him. 

“No, that’s not true.” He started moving closer to you. “Right now you’re the one thing keeping me sane. I can’t do all of this alone.” Now it seemed that it was Saeyoung who was starting to panic. 

“Saeyoung.” You dropped the backpack onto the ground, hoping it would make him feel less panicked. “Please just, I know things are really stressful but you can’t just lash out when you’re angry.” 

You walked over to him and stood face to face with him. He took your hand. He didn’t speak right away but looking at him you knew that you were going to stay. 

[marveloussupernerd]

exile - Seven (and Jumin lowkey)

Warnings: angst, lowkey unhealthy relationship, spoilers for Seven’s name

Summary: Seven pushed you away. It’s all his fault. It’s his first time seeing you since. He’s surprised to see you wrapped around the arm of Jumin Han.

He hadn’t seen you in months. You had even taken down your security cameras in the apartment, valuing your distance from him over your safety. How had things gotten so bad so quickly?

He had been yelling at you. You had showed up at his house, passing the security system, and made your way in. Saeran, not expecting anyone to show up, panicked and threw a glass at the door. You said it was fine; it just had scared you. You helped Saeran pick up the glass. Your hand was bleeding.

That hand was now in the Director of C&R, Jumin Han’s hand. The glass didn’t even leave a mark. Your eyes sparkled, looking up at Jumin as he spoke. It made him nauseous. He hadn’t even wanted to come to the party but Yoosung forced him to, promising to stay by his side the whole time. Yoosung’s presence didn’t matter, though, when it felt like you were the only one in the room.

He was telling a joke. There was no way it was funny. Jumin’s jokes were notoriously horrible and often detached from society. Yet there you were, laughing, your eyes crinkling the way they always used to when you were with him.

Your eyes were watery as he practically pulled you away from Saeran into the other room without explanation. “I’m okay, really Saeyoung. I just need a bandaid.” His eyes were stormy as he left the room.

Maybe Jumin treated you better. He seemed very attentive when you spoke, nodding and smiling to make sure you knew he was listening. He wrapped his arm around you so gently, as though he thought you would break.

He came back into the room, holding his hand out with a bandaid in it. “Here.” He said, his words cold.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Are you upset with me?” You couldn’t stop your eyes from watering. You didn’t like the way he was speaking to you. He shoved the bandaid in your hands, turning away from you. Nevermind. You wished he would speak to you at least. That way you’d know why he was mad.

You and Jumin had excused yourself to sit down at your table. You were wearing high heels to compare to Jumin’s height and to look more sophisticated. You had to put on a good image; you were constantly in the public eye as his girlfriend. Your feet must have hurt, as you slid off one of the heels. Jumin reached into his pocket, pulling out... was that a bandaid? You must have gotten a blister. He watched as Jumin unwrapped it, placing it on your foot for you. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

You cursed silently under your breath. Not only were you confused and upset by Saeyoung, but your hand was still bleeding. Turns out putting a bandaid on your own hand is challenging. You gave up, crumpling the bandaid and letting your hand bleed as it had been.

“Saeyoung,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “please talk to me. Did I do something to upset you?”

He turned to face you. “I can’t. I can’t put you in danger like this. You can’t even step into my house without the threat of being attacked.” His eyes were watery.

You sighed, grabbing his wrist as he turned to leave. “I’m okay. It was an accident. It won’t happen again. I’m okay as long as I’ve got you.”

He didn’t even realize he was walking towards the two of you until he sat down.

“Saeyoung! Long time no see,” Jumin smiled. He saw Jumin place his hand on your knee. It wasn’t subtle. He was marking his territory. It was disgusting.

You delicately rested your hand on Jumin’s, glancing to smile at the redhead now sitting at the table. “How have you been lately Saeyoung?”

It had been five months. It would be stupid to say he missed you. “I’m fine. Lots of work... you know.” Why did he come here? Not to rub your past relationship in Jumin’s face, not to win you back. Maybe he just wanted to make himself suffer for the way he made you feel.

He was speechless. “Don’t do this to me Saeyoung. Not again. My heart can’t take it again. Don’t pull away from me.” You pulled him into a tight hug. He thrashed against you, as he had done the first time you had made the same gesture. You expected him to relax into your embrace eventually, but he didn’t, instead finding the right opportunity to physically push you away.

“I can’t. You can’t be with me. It was stupid to think that you could.”

“You thought we could too!” You yelled, grabbing his attention. “Remember when we went to find Saeran together? When we got locked up? When you were in the hospital? We made it through all of that together. Don’t tell me you don’t think we can make it past the fact that I cut myself on a glass your brother broke.” You sighed. “He’s adjusting. He’s going to get better; we just have to give him some time and not punish him for slipping up like so. How do you think he feels listening to us argue right now? What if he thinks it’s his fault?”

He had asked how you had been. Why? More self sabotage. The way Jumin looked at you so lovingly, talking about the yachting trip you two had recently gone on. Your life was now lavish: you wore designer clothes, went on fancy vacations every month, had a private chef and security team. He never could have offered you that.

“How’s Saeran?” You chimed in.

“He’s doing really well,” he smiled, feeling like a hypocrite as he remembered your words from all those months ago. “He spends a lot of time in his room, but he’s going outside and taking walks now. He likes the scenery.”

“And what if Saeran doesn’t get better? How can I trust him not to kill you? I can’t. You need to leave.” He was yelling back.

“No!” You were crying hard now, tugging him back to you, leaving blood marks on his shirt. “Please, hear me out. I can’t do this without you.”

“You’re going to have to. I said leave.” His words were cold, no affection or any emotion detectable in his eyes.

You sniffled, making your way out. Saeran stopped you. You hadn’t realized you were hyperventilating until he pulled you into a hug. “It’s not your fault,” you whispered to him. “Please... take care of yourself.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of that moment, all the pain in your heart. You tore your eyes away from Saeyoung. It didn’t matter now. It was just a scar from the past.

Jumin could immediately sense your discomfort. “If you’ll excuse us, we have more guests to greet,” he held your hands, helping you out of your seat. “It was nice catching up with you Saeyoung.”

You were bawling as you walked back to your car, hands shaky. You almost didn’t notice the nice car pull up beside you, Jumin Han stepping out and looking you over. “Whatever is the matter?” He asked, skipping his usual greetings as he was so surprised to see you in this state.

“Saeyoung...” you sniffled, “I...” he nodded. That was all he needed to hear.

“Would you like some company? I’m sure Elizabeth the III would be more than excited to meet you if you don’t want to be alone right now.” He seemed awkward proposing such a thing, but he swallowed the strange feeling and braved through it for you.

You nodded meekly, joining Jumin in his car, leaving your own there and his meeting with Saeyoung long forgotten.

“Are you alright?” Jumin asked after helping you into a secluded corner of the room. “I know things didn’t break off necessarily well between the two of you.”

“It’s just weird,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I hadn’t seen him since...”

He held your cheek gently; you looked up to be met with his soft, affectionate gaze. Music was playing. You two were swaying to the beat without even realizing it. “Have I told you how wonderful you are lately?” It was something he did everyday. Your self esteem had definitely taken a toll after your break up, but Jumin wouldn’t allow you to think poorly of yourself.

“Yes,” you smiled, sighing happily, “but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

Saeyoung watched as the two of you slow danced, his hand holding your face carefully, his eyes looking down so affectionately. It could have been him. He could have been the one complimenting you every day, anchoring you, but he was stupid. He wanted to protect you more than anything else. Even if it meant breaking his heart.

[reifromrfa]

Divinate | Seven of Cups

I finished Saeran’s AE and got GE ^^ And also Juju’s BE AE, GE :)) Feel free to dm me about it!!! Here’s another piece I did for the @mysmetarotproject​ , I hope you guys like it ^^

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SEVEN OF CUPS

Upright: opportunities, choices, wishful thinking, illusion, deception, imagination

Reversed: unrealistic thoughts or views, loss of ability to imagine, overwhelmed by choices

~written in collaboration with artist @rainylune​

MC giggles as she logs out of the chat and falls back onto the bed, grinning goofily. The past few days have been so much fun! This new game is thrilling and she felt excited for tomorrow, eager to get the next chat and see what else the game has in store for her. The RFA seem so real, she's proud of Ray for having created such realistic AI's!

MC pulls her blankets around her and turns off the lamp beside her bed. She'll have plenty of opportunities to talk to the RFA tomorrow. Hopefully, she'll get to see Ray too! Her smile falters a little as she realizes that the game might end one of these days. Then she'll have to decide on what she wants to do next. But she pushes those thoughts of her mind. For now, she closes her eyes and allows herself to drift to sleep.

Ray watches the cameras, watching as she falls asleep with a smile on her face. His heart breaks a little at how perfect MC is...but he feels bad for fooling her like this. Her joy is nothing but an illusion and he doesn't know how she'll feel when she finds out he's been using her as a spy to infiltrate the RFA.

Ray closes his eyes. He knows he has choices to make...he knows he feels something for MC, and the thought of her leaving him...

She can't. Hopefully MC will consider making Magenta her home as well...the outside world is cruel and he's scared of what others can do to a flower as precious as her. Touching the screen with his fingers, Ray makes a silent vow to protect her at all costs.

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Check out the project here: DIVINATE

Check out my other Mysme writings here!

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I’d be honored to write your story <3

[uwumessenger]

Can you do RFA and Saeran confessing to MC just in time? Like the feelings are there on both ends but MC grows tired of waiting and is about to give up but then they confess and end up together (maybe with the help of one or two other members) :)

awe this request is so cute. hope you enjoy! i apologize in advance for all the cringe you may experience while reading this.

Yoosung:

yoosung thought he’d be more confident about it

and he’d always try to find the perfect time to tell you he likes you

...but he gets so nervous...every. single. time.

and you’re usually so patient but now you feel like he doesn’t think of you that way

so you start becoming more distant to him

bby yoosung is hurt by that :(

it pains zen to see how downhill it’s going so he decides to invite yoosung over to pep talk him

yoosung, pal, it’s almost been two years. don’t you just wanna go for it?

and of course he does!

zen motivates him by telling ys to imagine you with someone else

he starts crying decides it’s time to confess

like. right now.

he meets up with you at a park near zen’s place and immediately bear hugs you

MCilikeyoualotandimsosorryittookmesolongidontwantyoutobewithsomeoneelsepleasedontbemadatme c ries

when he lets you go there’s a moment of silence

before you hug him again and tell him that you’re glad you waited :’)

Zen:

EVERYONE, including jaehee, is cringing at how zen can’t communicate his feelings

he’s usually confident so what’s stopping him this time?

initially zen wanted to confess to you at the party but he was always caught up in other conversations with the guests

since he’s naturally a very flirty person no one realized he liked you until they saw irl interaction

you keep trying to pry it out of him but he would shield it off by saying something about himself/his looks T-T

one night he has a psychic dream

the first being him with you, awe, so cute!

but he sees another guy come in and....sTEAL YOU???

he immediately wakes up and panics

it’s 4AM, but he sees that you’re online chatting with jumin

when he sees the chatroom close he immediately calls you

i hate to do this over the phone, but, i have a confession.

well, you did it just in time. i’ll cancel my meeting tomorrow morning with tom

meeting?

wait who’s tom

it doesn’t matter anymore B)

Jaehee:

did not expect you to like her

you’re surrounded by all these good looking men

why would you choose her?

she was always super oblivious to your hints which was so frustrating

one day during lunch break jumin goes into jaehee’s office expecting to see you

he asks jaehee if you had left and she says you never came to visit her

jumin does the tsk tsk thing

jaehee is like wat

you’re very smart, jaehee, but for some reason you can’t detect a person’s feelings for you

light bulb goes off

luckily you hadn’t gone very far, and she tracks you down

what is this a kdrama? yes.

she calls for you and you stop in your tracks

you dramatically turn around

i like you, MC. please come back before my break ends and i have to return to work

run to jaehEE!!! RUN!!!

insert perfect kdrama kiss <3

Jumin:

he wants the confession to be perfect

but he’s so caught up with work that he unintentionally cancels on you numerous times

this eventually gets tiring and your expectations drop drastically

you get really sad and it SHOWS

logging in less frequently, dry texting, etc etc

contrary to popular belief the person who helps him is not v or seven or jaehee

it’s...yoosung.

yoosung reaches out to jumin after noticing how upset you looked when you were helping him study for a history test

he knew it was because of JUMIN

jumin mainly needed reassurance that his confession didn’t need to be out of this world

but i have to top every other confession to exist, yoosung.

no you don’t, jumin.

after some bickering jumin straight up cancels all his work plans later in the week

insert yoosung coaching jumin montage

jumin pulls up to your place with elizabeth the 3rd

awkwardcough hey, elizabeth said you have something we both can’t find

what is it? :/

my heart

:)

yoosung watching from the bushes like a proud father HUH????

Saeyoung/707:

always dodging that conversation

you’re pretty much the one who’d be confessing soon

but everytime your feelings start to show he avoids it

so you start to think he’s rejecting you subtly

you start growing distant and now he thinks you’re rejecting him subtly

it pains all of RFA to see this so they reassure you that he does like you

they show you as many screenshots as possible

you’re like yeah okay but im not gonna wait like this my entire life

you guys are their otp so they do everything in their power to get him to confess without going into sicko panic mode

all it took was a scary lecture heart to heart talk with jaehee that really touched him

at the next RFA meeting everyone was at the edge of their seats, waiting for seven to make a move

gave a powerpoint presentation on why u should date him

cringe the entire time but u know u love it

Saeran:

you are extremely patient with him. knowing everything he’s gone through

but you start thinking that maybe he sees you as a protective sister instead

when saeran invites you over to watch a movie you decline, not wanting to further your feelings for him

seven is always watching

he’s obviously SAD so he just sits down and stares at the wall

seven hacks his radio to make sure his radio turns on and you’ll never know by ariana grande starts playing

he doesn’t notice at first but he realized it when seven was looping it on purpose it kept glitching and replaying

before breaking the radio in half for being annoying he listens to the lyrics...

you’re right radio...you’re right...

he zooms on over to your place

intense knocking

i am so thankful for you and i can’t picture my future without you. can...can we say we’re going steady like it’s 1954?

yeah tattooed heart came on after that

relief set in and you give him a lil kiss, and invite him in for a proper movie night

[foreficfandom]

Mystic Messenger - Domestic Disputes And Bad Habits (mysme x MC)

--- Zen ---

He hadn’t lived with anyone for years. After running away from home, he struggled with housing, sometimes couch surfing and sometimes he had legitimate leases. And when he lived with others, he was usually the ‘messy roommate’ because leaving home at a young age meant little opportunity to learn how to manage a living space. 

Even now, his apartment is relatively clean largely by virtue of him not owning a lot of stuff. He doesn’t cook so no dishes to clean, he doesn’t own loose knick knacks to spread around. 

When he housed you for a couple days prior to the first RFA party, he had quickly cleaned his apartment of empty beer cans and loose socks, which made it look like he was a man who kept a clean house. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, and by the next afternoon you noticed random articles tossed over chairs and upon the floor.

That was fine when it was only his space, but when the two of you began living together, Zen quickly had to learn that it wasn’t acceptable to shed his clothing upon the floor all the time, especially when the laundry basket was right there. No, Zen, get your loose socks out of the couch cushions. Zen, stop piling up empty cigarette boxes on the nightstand. Zen, once you’ve unwrapped the sheet mask from its plastic envelope would it kill you to throw it away, instead of leaving it on the bathroom counter?

He’s consistent when it comes to chores like doing the laundry and taking out the trash. But asking him to hang up his jacket instead of letting it crumple in the corner? It’s like getting blood from a stone. 

After a while, you finally get him to pick up after himself. “It’s our home, now,” you said. “Not just yours.” A promise that said he wasn’t alone, anymore. And he took it to heart.  

--- Yoosung ---

It may seem like his depression-ruled lifestyle seemed to change overnight, but that wasn’t the case. Sure, he did regain a lot of his motivation and energy, but simply getting a new lease on life won’t overrule years of neglecting yourself.

You’d text him in preparation for a date, only to arrive and find out he hasn’t even left his bed since he replied with an ‘I’ll get ready!’ More than once your dates had to be rescheduled because Yoosung had been stuck in bed, or still in his pajamas on his desktop. 

On the third time you voiced your complaints, Yoosung got a bit defensive. He couldn’t help it, it’s hard for him to maintain a tidy schedule after so long lacking the proper will. 

It was a terse discussion. Your first couple fight, if you will. “Yoosung, are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want to seek professional help?” “No, MC, I’m fine. What could a counselor possibly help me with?”

It was Yoosung’s own initiative to finally google some nearby therapists during a particularly slow morning. He didn’t tell you he’d been seeing someone until four sessions in, since he struggles with the idea that he might need help. You hug him tightly and treat the both of you to tasty pastries at a cute bakery. 

Yoosung took his therapy to heart. He started slow, working on self-affirming mindfulness and motivating himself to tidy his living space. Then he worked on his time management, which helped his schooling and energy both. 

Within the year, both you and Yoosung saw progress. He felt better, which made his life better. More time to live. More time to spend with you.

--- Jaehee ---

Domestic arguments didn’t arise until you moved in with her. Before that point, Jaehee and you meshed so gracefully, it was damn near magical. 

Even moving into her place and having to carry around heavy couches and unpack a million boxes didn’t dampen that honeymoon phase. You loved witnessing Jaehee’s hidden strength as she tugged your mattress down seven flights of stairs. 

But within a week of living with her, you noticed that you and her ... clashed when it came to interior living. You kept using up the hot water before Jaehee could take a shower. She would misplace your possessions thoughtlessly. The both of you thought each other as messier. 

It was like a new roommate situation. At first, the two of you tried to calmly talk these things out. But new issues would arise after the old ones were resolved. She didn’t like how you tossed your coat across the desk chair, or left the living room lamps on during the night. 

“It’s my apartment, MC!” “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought being your co-owner at the cafe we co-manage meant my co-money go into our co-rent!”

Jaehee went to work in a huff, leaving you to your own devices. Alone in the apartment, you decided to do some regular chores, and as you rested for a minute you absorbed the living space - you could see Jaehee’s touch in ever corner, thoughtfully and carefully labored over. It really almost seemed like your mindless efforts were invading her space.

When Jaehee returned that evening, the two of you tried to apologize at the same time. “Oh, sorry, you go -” “No, you, sorry for interrupting -”

“It’s just ... MC, I want to apologize for treating you like a naughty guest. You’re my partner now and deserve more say in our home.”

You made up and eventually the apartment evolved into a true home between the two of you. A perfect representation of your love.

--- Jumin ---

The dude can be shockingly conservative. In the beginning, it only manifested in him being somewhat of a prude. “I wish you wouldn’t wear that particular dress to the social. You look more beautiful when you show less skin.” “... you mean you’d personally prefer I didn’t show much skin, right?” “Yes? What was wrong with my previous sentence?”

But sometimes he’d be watching the news and blurt out, “I’m not sure if marriage between two men should be recognized by law.” Which leads to you trying to convince him that he’s being very unethical. 

He usually ends up saying something like, “I’m sorry, love, I’m rather uneducated when it comes to this issue,” and leave it at that. Because he’s not some right-wing jackass or anything, he just grew up in an isolated Christian family and never really got to socialize beyond that. So he never learned about viewpoints that challenged what he heard growing up.

It can be infuriating, though, especially with issues you’re concerned about. Because Jumin just kinda tries to compromise by taking a non-stance, since he just doesn’t have a strong opinion on things like reproductive rights or colonialism. It’s partially due to his sheltered background, and partially due to being raised to literally be conservative in his life dealings.

But after seeing you becoming more and more frustrated, he digs a little deeper and realizes that he’s kinda being an ass.  Eventually he begins to say things like, “I think you’re right, MC. Demonizing drug abusers is antithesis to their recovery. They deserve sympathy instead.”

But a pleasant surprise is his appreciation for climate conservation. He likes to donate and fund green power initiatives because he believes in preserving the environment and preventing nature exploitation. You join his efforts, and he finally understands how important it is to have solidarity from your significant other.

--- Saeyoung/707 ---

Being merely twenty-three years old (not to mention his neglected upbringing) leads to some rocky relationship problems. His self-doubt and anxiety can go wild during his worse days, making him revert back to his colder personality and try to push you away once more.

It doesn’t manifest as just him ignoring you. His mind can make him do some really round-about sabotaging. One day, you open the kitchen cabinets to see it all the objects thrown within haphazardly. You confronted Saeyoung and it took hours before he coldly confessed that he was considering throwing away all your favorite foods, before realizing how fucked up that would be and quickly replacing it all again. 

He knew it was his mother’s influence talking. And the thought made him sick. 

Sometimes, you responded to his darker days with loving patience and lots of hugs while he allows himself to break down. Sometimes, you choose to distance yourself a bit. Either way, Saeyoung’s mood eventually evens out. The two of you talk at length about why he feels the way he does, and why he’s propelled to do these things. As time goes on, his dark moods pop up less and less.

On a lighter note, Saeyoung can be a pretty messy dude. Partly because of his underlying mental issues, partly because that’s the type of guy he is. He doesn’t shower as much as you like him to, and he tosses trash just ... everywhere. If his bunker wasn’t so big, the clutter he alone produces would bury you both. No wonder he needed a ‘maid’. 

Yeah, it takes more than a few pushes to make him stop being a slob. He eventually owns up, but not without some effort. Everyone living in the house is grateful. 

--- Saeran ---

It took many months before Saeran felt stable enough to start integrating into normal society, and even longer before his daily schedule began to stabilize beyond surprise breakdowns, spreads of bad days spent holed up, or horrible dips in moods.

Saeran would always live with dissociative identity disorder, and during the first few years it could get tough. Both ‘Suit’ and Ray would be triggered seemingly without warning, and sometimes last for days. Ray did anything he could to earn your affection, ‘Suit’ defected his fears by trying to provoke you. 

Therapy and medication was an ongoing process. You and Saeran went through more than a couple of therapists before finding the ‘one’. Medications had to be tried then dropped because of side effects, or lack of effectiveness. There were long periods of months in-between where all he could do was hope this new treatment would be more effective than the last.

‘Suit’ once got particularly violent with you, not hitting but shaking you by the shoulders and screaming in your face, “Just say it!! You hate me ... you want to hurt me!!”

You found 'Suit’ later, crying and curled up in a corner. After long coaxing, he confessed that he was so afraid you were eventually going to hurt him, so he was pushing you to see if you’d do it. 

And Ray’d do things like blow away all his saved up money to buy you gifts in a desperate show of affection. Just because the two of you were living in a safe, stable environment doesn’t mean old haunts wouldn’t pop up.

Saeran eventually got better and better. Looking back now, Saeran is so much happier. He never lets you forget your amazing influence on him. “Thank you for saving me, my love.” 

--- Jihyun ---

He’s the perfect example of a loving boyfriend. After his two years spent in a therapeutic journey of self-discovery, he returned ready to be a reliable partner. And for the most part, he lived up to it, barring some moments where he accidentally gets sucked into bad memories.

Insomnia is the most common problem. Settling down to sleep means his mind gets easily swamped, and when he does manage to sleep he wakes up during the night and gets overwhelmed with memories once again. Some nights are worse than others.

He tries not to get up from the bed to avoid waking you too, but you eventually develop a second sense for his insomnia spells and you can feel it when he’s struggling. Then he feels bad that he’s affecting you this way.

See, that’s his problem that he can’t resolve on his own. He thinks of his problems as obstacles that bother others, and not the obstacles themselves. This prevents him from finding ways to truly resolve them. 

“I’m sorry, MC. Go back to sleep.” “... Jihyun, how many nights has it been since you’ve slept properly?” He measures it by the nights you’ve been kept awake too, and you stop him there.

“Don’t you see? It’s not about me. Think about your own health.”

And that’s not easy for him. He had obsessed over being a figure that offers unconditional love for so long, it’s hard to shed it. He thinks of his mother and his eyes grow wet. 

He and you find a relationship therapist, and it helps a lot. Jihyun’s two years of self-discovery did wonders for his mood, but it took a bit of professional aid to really unravel the really complicated stuff. 

He feels his state of thinking shift gradually, and it makes his life less cloudy, less stuck in those bad memories and regrets. Instead, he goes to sleep every night thinking about how much he loves you and his family. His heart falls asleep feeling light instead of heavy. 

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Me: Wow, I love otome games! Also Me: *only writes family AUs for them*

So, getting V’s route in this au would be a lot harder, since MC is hella connecting with Ray on the whole “My Family Member Abandoned Me” front. 

Vanderwood hasn’t contacted her yet, telling her he’s alive yet (since another story takes place like a year before the deep story), so MC is still really pissed at him for leaving. 

Like, you just saved your cousin from getting kidnapped and you disappear!? Without a word!? You dick!?

Also, as a consequence of almost being kidnapped, her parents make her take self-defense. This is important for later. 

So she and Ray connect really well. MC is really adamant about not betraying him, making Ray’s Route more likely to happen. 

Unfortunately, Ray’s After Ending isn’t out yet, so I don’t what happens to Vanderwood. Hell, MC doesn’t even know Vanderwood is her cousin. Her cousin isn’t named Vanderwood!

(as a side note, I should probably decided on a fan name for Vanderwood, his name is too long). 

If Vandy ends up dying in Ray’s afterending, MC is going to be so confused and sad. Like, she was pissed, but now he’s dead with so many things left unsaid. 

If somehow V’s Route happens (like, maybe MC figures out there’s someone suspicious about Magenta early and realizes Ray’s lying), she’s still going to try to bring Ray with them. To the point where she’s actively trying to avoid going with Seven when he comes to rescue her and V. 

Poor Seven has to drag them both out of there bc MC keeps trying to go back for Ray. 

Ray later looks at the cameras to watch as they escape and sees that MC keeps trying to escape Seven. He can’t hear what they’re saying. He uses this as evidence that MC wanted to stay at Mint Eye (even tho she doesn’t and just wanted to save Ray who was being abused). 

Ray is furious. 

The trio end up at the cabin and MC is freaking out bc V is low-key dying. And who should walk in like a leopard-print Jesus, but her cousin. 

It’s the spiderman meme, only v is dying in the background and Seven is very confused about why this random chick he lowkey has a crush on screamed “YOU!!” when she saw his coworker. 

And then MC just decks Vanderwood. 

“MC, what the fuck!?” Vanderwood rubbed his jaw. “No, wait, I deserved that.”

MC pretty much ignores Vanderwood for most of the time treating V, usually by being in the not-chatroom, where Ray is becoming increasingly frantic about getting her back to Mint Eye and begging her to tell him where they are. 

She still gets the tazer tho

Meanwhile, Ray/Saeran is calling MC all the time, making sure she’s okay and trying to convince her to tell him where she is. She can’t, mostly because she doesn’t actually know, and Ray convinces himself that either Seven or V is constantly standing over her while she talks to him because she always sounds so distressed over the phone. 

It’s not until Vanderwood steals Seven’s phone that they have an actual conversation. 

He explains how he ended up getting blackmailed into the agency for everyone to see and MC feels really guilty about punching him now. 

They make up and MC makes him promise not to disappear again. He counters that she’s not allowed to get kidnapped anymore, because seriously MC, wtf

Ray, or Saeran at this point, reads this. He’s been getting increasingly worse in terms of possessiveness. MC is his. They have a connection. And nothing, not even her cousin, is going to get in the way of that. 

So, they’re at the cabin, trying to make sure V recovers, and Vandy is more than slightly aware of the romantic tension between V and MC that Seven is trying to ignore. It’s really awkward, especially when Vandy tries to make small talk. 

“So... you’re into older guys now--” *Smack*

It’s day 9 at night now, so you know what that means. MC and V go outside and have that romantic talk in the woods and hug until V realizes that Rika is nearby. So V sends her away. 

He shouldn’t have done that because in this au, Saeran is still active and he followed Rika. 

Yeah, turns out that the boy who is most like a yandere doesn’t take well to someone else potentially snatching up his darling, so he grabs her and starts dragging her back to Mint Eye. She screams.

V, who’s life for the past week consisted of solely worrying about this one girl, hears that girl scream when he’s trying to break things off with Rika and immediately runs towards her. This also gives the benefit of Rika now knowing that she truly doesn’t have his heart anymore. 

MC, meanwhile, remembers that she has a tazer and tazes Saeran just in time for V to show up. 

(Congrats, MC, you saved V from getting stabbed AND Saeran from getting blown up!)

V and MC are mildly panicking bc MC almost got kidnapped again (and V is suddenly realizing that there seems to be a pattern in MC’s life, wth), so they drag Saeran back to the cabin bc they can’t leave him there in the woods! There are bears there!

Seven gets the horrifying realization that his brother is the hacker, but there’s no time for angst bc with the hacker captured (and in need of medical attention too) they can finally take V to the hospital!

So the rest of the route is like canon, only V hasn’t been stabbed, he’s just recovering from a shit-ton of drugs. Mint Eye still explodes, this time because of some rando believer, Rika blows up her apartment only to try to drug the party, Vanderwood gets MC microchipped bc she’s been kidnapped/almost kidnapped three times now, V kidnaps Saeran from the hospital so they can go on holiday much to Seven’s ire, the works. 

And I’ll do V’s after ending later. 

[marshmallowprotection]

Saeran’s Passport Package

I’ve been waiting since the 19th to get my hands on this baby and I’m glad that it got here today. It took me a little bit to sit down and go through everything cause I wanted to cry about it the entire time. 

Spoilers Ahead, everyone. So, if you’re not interested in seeing what’s in the Passport set AFTER the events of Saeran’s After Ending, then do not click Read More, got it? I’ve made it clear to you. I will say that it’s worth the money if you’re debating buying it. 

So, we can go over the contents in the box, first as an overview. You receive a letter stamped with a cute sticker as well as the passport itself which holds the notes that Saeran’s been taking and drawing since this all started. I just think that’s cute. My brain said don’t open that passport until we review the letter first so, why don’t we go over the letter first? The little details are really cute. There’s just so many stamps on this baby. 

The little touches are what sell it. You’ve got this man putting his love all over it and there’s a CUTE NOTE of CATS. Sir, was that a touch to Saeyoung? I know you know that your brother is a dork. Homage to brother who is an idiot but too glaringly obvious. It got a chuckle out of me. I know this man, and it’s just getting to me. 

The passport itself is also really cute. It has the art from the promo banner but instead of everyone hustling around together, there’s new poses and all of that jazz. Jaehee isn’t rushing around. Zen’s got a selfie stick, no surprise on that front. Jumin just chilling. Seven and Yoosung... doing what they do best and you know it. RUN, YOOSUNG, RUN.

Saeran and MC... being cute on the inside made me go, “Aw!” Ice cream. They can really just put ice cream and it’s going to make me cry, huh? Really? Is that how easy this is? Am I a joke to you, Cheritz? Is that what this is? 

Now, if you want to talk about the contents in the letter, you get this sheet that is listed in three languages, surprised me, Korean, Spanish, and English, and it lets you tick off little things that you like to do. An itinerary sheet. I feel like this is purely Jumin crafting these. It asks about Cats. Literally. Cats. Wine? Yeah, this is on Jumin. You always come in flex, Jumin, but oh boy, I’m chuckling over here at these little touches. 

You get 2 boarding passes. One with Saeran’s name and one with a blank to fill in your name. I thought that was cute. Tying in that with the CG of the passes in the game with this just makes it more real to me. I’m holding this in my hands and it just makes my immersion feel much more real than it did when I was holding my phone in my hand and playing this out. 

I think merch like this just makes you feel more apart of the story then you do when you’re able to talk and chat, you know? If you really like feeling like you are involved with the game, this is how you do it. You wanna know how I know that Jumin is the one setting this up with Saeran? Flip over the fucking passport and you realize that Elizabeth is on the back.

I’m still laughing. 

I’m trying to imagine this and now, like, I’m starting to see why Jaehee is so damn tired because Elizabeth really is on everything that he can get his hands on and she’s good too many files to sort through when it comes to whatever the photographers take of her. Jumin can’t take photos. He’s either got Jihyun to do this for him at some point, or he’s straight up hiring photographers for her cause he can’t do it. 

I mean, we all know that Jumin will put Elizabeth everywhere but I just— It’s on the BOARDING PASSES? JUMIN! 

There’s also a postcard within the letter that is once more, written in all three aforementioned languages. Saeran says that it feels like a dream when he is with you, like this is where he’s always meant to be. His promise of happiness is made truest when he’s with you. I teared up a little. I know that he means well when he does that but damn, does it take an arrow to the heart every single time he does it. 

Saeran put a lot of thought into this in a very short amount of time. I know that he did this plan likely with the idea that he may not be able to go with us but he wanted us to be able to see the world for him. You know, how he implied that he wanted Saeyoung to see things for him? To live for him? Even if he was dead, he wanted Saeyoung and the player to be happy and free. 

The blurred state on those... doesn’t have names. It doesn’t name Saeran in this photo. 

The implication of his sacrifice with the boarding passes kind of hurts because this is a side note of the fact that Saeran Did Not Know If He Would Live To See This Through. He made it thinking maybe.. if things worked out, it would be an okay future, but this was... God. I just. I’m thinking about the weight of the AE and what that felt like. I almost glossed over the Boarding Pass because I was just so upset with him.

I’m the type to try to sacrifice myself for others, too. I have that in common with Saeyoung and Saeran. 

I think that we’d argue over who should die for the others and while that’s macabre, it’s just the kind of people that we are. We love these people so much that we’re willing to die if they’re safe and sound. Knowing that, I understand what Saeran tried, and even what Saeyoung tries, but it’s hard cause I want to make sure they’re happy in comparison to myself. 

This is where being selfless is a bad thing. 

Does anyone know what a big deal it is for Saeran to have a passport? He’s never had an ID or paperwork in his entire life. If he did, he would’ve been killed, so would his brother. They’re both never had IDs. Unless you count the ones from the Agency and Mint Eye. They’ve got them in the Believer box with their names and faces, but that’s not official. That’s not paperwork that everyone else has. That’s just... 

You know? 

Seeing this tangible thing in my hands is a testament to Saeran Choi being alive and thriving. He’s not afraid of showing his face. He’s living. He’s a free man and nobody can kill him for existing. Does that not weigh on anyone here? It hit me and I wanted to cry. I might break down thinking about this later because I just take this too seriously. Look at him. Look at HIM. Okay? Did you look? Now, LOOK AGAIN.

Okay, I’m not going to share every single page inside of the passport but I will give you little snippets of the journey ahead and show you what he writes and draws. Yes, he’s drawing. I knew that he was talented because he is great at doodling and drawing, but he knows how to have such a cute style that I want to gush about and he probably has no clue about how cute it is because nobody’s ever told him!

Okay, so the trip is broken up over a few months and into segments. You know how I was surprised by the 3 languages? Yes, this passport is written in three languages and it stays that way. It implies that Saeran knows English and Spanish, or at the very least, he’s been studying them, I get that it’s kind of a neat tie in to make sure that all languages are included but I only English and I can only read Spanish, I suck at conversational Spanish, so I could only read the English and Spanish sections. 

So, if anyone wants to throw in what the Korean segments say, please do. I have a rough idea, but it’d be nice to know. The first segment of the trip is spent traveling over Korea. You see the things that he packed in the bag! 

I almost had a heart attack because I thought the vitamins were Caffeine Pills. I was about to beat my Husband and make him go to bed. Thin ice, Saeran. Thin ice, the Special Believer package implied you take more then ten and I want you to go the fuck to sleep at night. 

He packed his hanbok! Look! You remember? From the title screen event? The blue shirt is the one that he matches with MC in. There’s so much I’m screaming about it. 

It shows you things that you do. Like, biking, karaoke, gardens... is there a locket bridge in Korea? You know? If you put them together on a bridge, it’s said that your love lasts forever. I forget where that came from but I guess there must be one in South Korea, too. Oh, and food. Can you believe that he can eat whatever he wants now? I’m sobbing. 

Please. 

HE’S IN HANBOK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Okay, here’s the thing. I only have one gripe with the Passport Package and I’m going to say this again at the end, but I really wish that they had included big photos for this because the Passport itself it rather small and I wish that I could have bigger photos of this. It’s my only complaint. Literally, it’s the only thing I have to say about the box that will affect my rating. Look, we’re doing cheesy couple stuff! 

HE’S DOING THE HEART THING WITH HIS HANDS.

A KISS. 

KISS.

GUSHING.

DYING. HELP. ME. 

God, I wish I wasn’t broke. I would commission someone to do this for my MC. 

The second and third portion of the trip are spent in the U.S.A. and Mexico, I was so surprised by that! New York and Hawaii specifically are what they name and I was. Well, those are really far apart, huh. I mean, those are very popular spots. I’m not surprised. I’m chuckling because he’s got matching outfits. 

Saeran Choi, you really want the embarrassing couple look, don’t you? Well, if it’s for you, I’d do it. Did... Saeyoung or Jumin set us up, are we fucking loaded? There’s mad bank here. 

Saeran and MC basically are living per Jumin and Saeyoung, to be honest, because Saeran’s never had a job and MC is... your MC literally agrees to go and test a game in the woods, how good can our lives be? I’m broke, boy. I ain’t got nothing. So, I like to think that those two are offering to let Saeran be as happy and free as he wants. No expense. Like, kindness. The RFA is too damn much, I’m gonna cry. I’m starting to understand why the RFA didn’t hear from us for months. 

The final Check-In with the RFA is set 6 Months after the events that take place when we save Saeran. The events of this Passport cover 3 months. So, we go back to Korea after this adventure and met up with Saeyoung, because we know that we’re hanging out with him in the conclusion. So, if they haven’t really heard from us, that means that we’ve been traveling more with him. 

I kind of like that. 

We’re spending time with Saeran alone and time with the brothers together, and that’s sweet! I love that. I need to write more about it. 

I’m trying not to laugh about this Mexico portion but it looks like he passed out from an ice tea... lemonade...? It’s surely not alcohol. Maybe too much sugar, I know that crash can hurt. I’ve been there. I just know that you’re not implying the man with alcohol trauma is gonna drink. Nope. Neither he nor Saeyoung ever will do that. I stand by that statement and I’ll die by that statement. Bite me my tongue if I’m wrong, but I stand by that. 

Saeran is at least mindful of the sun. He’s also made notes that the perfect time for sunset is 18:34. Cute. He notes that it’s time for the Day of the Dead as well, so that’s fun!

IS THAT A FUCKING V CACTUS—

TWO V CACTUS—

There’s actually a portion in here where he asks you certain questions and you have the space to fill in it. I like that it’s interactive. 

Do you have favorites sweets? Are there things about yourself that you hide? Did you make sure to ask Santa what you wanted? I’m wheezing. The food doodles are one thing, and the Christmas photo is one thing, but he really drew himself as a butterfly and the MC as a bug catcher. 

“CATCH ME, MC.” 

Help me. 

I’m laughing so hard.

Saeran, you fucking goofball.

And, the last page of the passport is us assumedly returning home with all kinds of trinkets and gifts. Flower crown, snow globe, cactus, hats, listen, there’s a lot of details in this photos that I really wish I could have it blown up. 

That’s really my only complaint about the Passport Package. I really want to have bigger photos that are shared. I wouldn’t have minded if it was the photo of the final CG in the game, or the Christmas photo, I really would have enjoyed getting that to have for myself. 

You know? The passport itself is roughly like 5 x 7 or so, so while it’s not big, it’s still like. I would love to see the details blown up. It’s smaller then the diary, that I know for sure. I think it’s the only thing stopping from giving Cheritz a 10/10 on this item. 

I’m going to have to give them a 9.8/10 simply because it feels like we are lacking one big photo. 

I guess I’ll print my favorite CGs and decorate my room like that. But, all and all, I really enjoyed reading this and it made it feel like I was there and I was able to reflect on Saeran’s vacation with the player. Like, he was doing this as we were going using his little doodles... I’m in love with this fucking sap. I’d say that this is worth the money. 

For sure. 

My only gripe aside. That’s a personal problem, not really a content problem. I love this bastard. 

Look at him, he’s GOT A PLUSHIE. I have so many things that I want to write about now thanks to this. Saeran, darling, sweetie, my love, I am dying. Either way, I’m glad this arrived when it did. I needed this. I justified getting this for myself because I don’t expect to get anything for my birthday in early February but I’m happy I have him.

It’s been five years since I found this game in August 2016. I’m happy that it’s been here with me. 

[mysticmessenger210]

Hello! Could I request that MC break the RFA + Saeran and V, and that they feel guilty? Sorry if it's a strange request, but I really love ANGST xD

Hi, anon! I suppose you mean that MC break up with them, so if you meant another thing, you can request again.

Also, since you didn't specify, I'm gonna write it as headcanons. Thanks for asking and I hope you enjoy them.

P.D.: I really love writing and reading angst too so... *insert evil laughter*

MC breaking up with the RFA + Saeran + V

🎭ZEN:

—When you tell him you want to break up, his eyes fill up with tears even if he doesn't shed any.

—“Don't cry, Zen, you gotta be strong. You have to talk to them. You can't lose them” he thinks to himself.

—At first, his words are stuck in his throat. Then, he talks:

—“Why? Why would you want this?”

—You explain your motive as he's heart seems to stop beating.

—This can't be happening, right?

—When you end up talking and try to walk away from his apartment, he grabs your arm to stop you.

—“No, please, MC. Let's fix this. Don't do this. Don't go.”

—You bit your lip, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness.

—“Zen... I'm sorry. I can't. This is my decision. Please, understand it.”

—The second you leave the apartment, Zen lets his tears run down his cheeks thinking about how he has lost the most precious person in his world.

🎮YOOSUNG:

—Before you finish the sentence “I think we need to break up”, he has started crying.

—His painful sobs almost make you change your opinion, but only almost.

—“It's better this way”, you think to yourself.

—Yoosung tries to stop you from leaving by hugging you and burying his face in your neck.

—“Please, don't go. I love you!”

—When you leave after a while, Yoosung's heart shatters forever.

—At first, he is a little too much insistent and sends you messages to come back with him.

—But, when you don't reply to him anymore, he finally understands he has to let you go. Even if he doesn't want to.

☕JAEHEE:

—When you tell her you want to break up with her, she doesn't say anything for a minute or so.

—Then, she takes a big breath and calmly asks you why.

—In truth, she isn't calm, but she tries to pretend it.

—Her mind is running wild. Did you get bored of her? Are you in love with someone else? Did she do something wrong?

—After you explain her your reasons, she nods and gives you a sad smile.

—“Ok. If that's what you want... I won't stop you”.

—It's very painful for you to see because you know she is suffering inside. Even if she thinks you can't see it.

—When you close the door behind you, she takes off her glasses and tries to wipe her tears. What she can't because they won't stop coming out.

—For the first four days, she is tempted to call you and ask you to come back with her. But she doesn't do it.

🐱JUMIN:

—He reacts like Jaehee: outside is keeping his calm, but inside...

—PANICS!

—Tries to reason with you.

—"I love you, MC. Don't you love me too? Is there something I can't give to you? Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it."

—You are dying inside because you know your words are killing him.

—When you go from his apartment, he takes a bottle of wine and drinks it. Jumin, no, please.

—Will call you drunk and tell you that he loves you a lot. You try to calm him and make him go to sleep.

—In the morning, he will call you and apologize for his behaviour. Then, he'll try to give you space.

💻SEVEN:

—"We have to break up."

—He laughs at first, but you can feel a little fear in this laughter.

—"Good joke, MC!"

—"It's not a joke. I'm sorry."

—"Oh." Oh.

—He is confused. And his tears are almost falling from his eyes.

—Will ask you why and, if it's for something he can solve or change, he'll give you reasons to stay with him.

—If you still don't want to be with him, he'll let you go.

—For the first days, he'll hack your phone to stalk you.

🌸SAERAN:

—If he is the Saeran from his main route or Ray, he will react calmer than Unkown or another type of Saeran.

—He still will be panicking and crying.

—He doesn't want you to go.

—"Please, don't leave me as everyone else has done before." Please, don't leave him. I'm CRYING!

—It will take a little while to convince him. Also, you have to assure him that you won't leave him at all. Only that you can't be his girlfriend/boyfriend.

—He still will send you flowers and, like his brother, will stalk you a little bit.

📷V:

—At the moment you sit in his couch with a serious look on your face, he knows something is wrong.

—Doesn't want to think that something is wrong, but then, he hears you talking about breaking up.

—He has a sad expression but doesn't say anything until you finish.

—Wants to know what he didn't do right. He can change, he can be better for you...

—“Just... don't leave me, MC” he speaks so low you almost can't hear him.

—Even if you hear him, you pretend you didn't to make things easier for both of you.

—When you leave, he starts crying and thinking what could he do to make you stay because he will always love you.

I finally finish it!!! Sorry that this took so long. Also, let me know if any of you want a second part where MC tries to get them back.