#VxMC

[kagecreep]

Midnight Burns (VxMC)

(KillerChat)

Description: You have trouble sleeping. V calls you at midnight, and a few little secrets slip out from both your lips.

Two requests mixed together: V who's weak for compliments & a MC who loves V's voice.

Notes: this takes place b4 you meet irl (: i gave you a lil username just for funsies and to make it a little easier to read WC: 3.2k

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Despite all your best efforts, the dawn had forgotten your name. Your sleep began early in the morning, before sunrise, and slept a scant 4 hours. Fortunately, being in an online server with people around the world, there was always someone to keep you company. Unfortunately that server happened to be filled with murderers; for better or worse, they were more welcoming than anyone else you knew, and you were assured that turning to them would bring nothing but comfort.

Tonight, however, no one was online. You scrolled up and down the different chats mindlessly, your head leaning heavily into your palm. You could write, but opening the blank page was more of a taunt than a call to productivity. Nothing was on your mind. You needed more inspiration from your latest muse before continuing with your next part of the story. To your disappointment, V was not online.

With a sigh, you left your computer on your desk, and left downstairs to fetch something to eat. You returned to your room quickly with an old bowl of pasta in hand, crawling back into your chair. 

You squinted at the bright screen, scrolling through the server channels and members one last time before vowing to work on your book. Upon seeing a notification, however, your vow was promptly tossed out the window, and you clicked into your chat with K9.

<K9> [23:00] Good evening. I know it is late, however I was hoping you could spare some time to answer a few of my questions.

You blinked several times, fingers hovering over the keyboard before you typed in your response.

<scaredevil> [23:12] yeah, i'm not doing anything. whats up? you want to call? <K9> [23:12] That would be preferrable.  Thank you for indulging me. 

Not a second later and he was calling you. You quickly brushed your hair with your fingers and accepted, sitting up a little straighter in your chair.

"Midnight calls, hm?" You said before he could speak. "Some of the other server members might think we're up to something."

"None of the other server members are able to see our private calls," he said flatly.

"Goreboy is,"  you said.

He grunted––obviously dissatisfied with that truth.

"You raise a good point. Perhaps I shall set up our own private server––remove goreboy from the equation altogether," he said, knitting his fingers together beneath his chin.

"A server just for us? Sounds intimate," you said, grinning as you leaned in.

A soft, dark blush crept onto his face.

"Nonsense. It's simply a matter of privacy. Do you not resent the idea of being monitored, as I do?"

"I do... but not really enough to do anything about it. I don't know much about coding, anyway," you said, leaning on your palm. "Besides, we live in a surveillance state."

"All the more reason to protect yourself," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You must be skilled at disposing of bodies to be so careless in hiding your identity."

You shrugged. You had tried many times to tell him, both in humorous and serious tones, that you were not a serial killer. He never listened, insistent that his gut instinct was never wrong. Some part of you found it amusing, but at least his vehement search for you allowed you to spend some time with him, even if it was filled with both vague and direct threats on your life.

"Before we start with questions... how are you feeling tonight?" He asked.

"Tired," you said, tapping your fingers against your cheek.

"Have you not been sleeping well?"

"Not really."

He nodded softly.

"I understand. I, too, have many a night where sleep evades my grasp. Can you do anything about it? Do you have medicines?" He asked in a softer tone, leaning in.

"Yeah, but they don't tend to work." You glanced up at him. "Why do you care?"

He stuttered for a moment, hands falling out of sight of the camera.

"It is... important to lead a balanced life. That way I will be the one to take you down––not some useless meandering cop or your own poorly-managed lifestyle," he said.

"Sounds... intimate," you said with a lazy smile.

He hesitated, lips parted and eyes darting to the side and back to you as he contemplated your words and his own response. 

"I... hesitate to admit this, but my vendetta is... personal, when it comes to you. I cannot figure you out. I suppose nothing is more alluring than a mystery," he said, once more folding his fingers together beneath his chin and leaning in.

"I've told you before," you chuckled, "I'm no mystery. I'm a writer."

"Yes, so you've said, and with all due respect, I do not believe it. Now if you don't mind, I would like you to answer my questions," he said.

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"My first question. What is your favourite time of day?"

A grip creeped across your lips, devolving into giggles.

"Your questions have such a sweet facade," you said, shaking your head. "How is knowing my favourite time of day going to help you catch me?"

"Answer the question, please," he said, sighing roughly.

"Fine." You paused, biting back your smile. "I love the dawn."

"The dawn?" He repeated, eyes widening. "Interesting. You are not often online during those hours."

"I'm usually asleep then."

"Then... how is it your favourite time of day?"

"Oh, you know," you said, grunting as you stretched back in your chair, "it's a beautiful time. Renewal, quiet, and peace. My body just... doesn't... well, to be honest, I usually end up falling asleep just before dawn. Dawn hath abandoned me, and visits me no longer."

"I see."

You weren't sure if he believed you or not. You supposed it didn't matter. Before he could ask his next question, you spoke first.

"What's your favourite time of day?" You asked.

Again his eyes widened imperceptibly, taken aback by the reciprocation.

"I do not see how that is important," he said.

"You know my favourite, why can't I know yours? I already told you I'm no good at hacking, or finding people. I'm just curious," you said, shrugging.

"For all I know, that could have been a lie. But... I suppose it is only fair. I prefer the night. The vermin come out of the filth and reveal their nature, and I await them in the dark," he said, his eyes narrowing. 

He glanced up from the intensity of his thoughts and found you beaming across the screen. He raised a single brow.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked roughly.

"Nothing, I just..."

What were you smiling about? You thought for a moment. It could be any number of things, really––his voice, his manner of speaking, the intensity of his conviction. Each of these things melted you a little bit, and the fluffy covers of your bed suddenly didn't seem so unfriendly.

"... I like the way you talk. Your words. Your voice. It's very... pretty," you murmured.

He froze, his face quickly turning a deep shade of red.

"Y -" he choked on his own breath. "R... really?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "It's a shame you use it to threaten me."

He blinked several times, glancing to the side.

"W - well... I suppose... I could hold off on my search, for tonight," he said, his eyes returning to you. "If that would please you."

You smiled. The juxtaposition of him attempting to please you and promising to kill you at the same time––it tingled inside you. A wonderfully chaotic rush.

"I don't think you'd lose much by taking a break for now," you chuckled softly.

He wouldn't lose anything because he had nothing to gain. You hid nothing. Except your name, of course.

"Then... what would you like to talk about?" He asked hesitantly.

"Mmm... I don't know," you hummed, staring in a somewhat dreamy trance at your screen. "I just like spending time with you."

You weren't sure how much more of this V could take. You could practically feel the heat of his blush through the computer, and you drank in each micro-expression––the widening eyes, twitching lips, fidgeting fingers––with absurd delight.

"You... are incredibly odd," he finally stuttered out, unable to meet your eye, even through the camera.

"Is it odd to find you endearing and beautiful?"

Now you had gone too far. He hadn't even replied and you were melting with embarrassment just watching him react to your words, as though it flowed off him in such excess that it somehow reached you.

"I - it is, um, quite odd," he eventually said, staring at his keyboard.

Despite going too far, you couldn't help yourself, and dug your trench even deeper.

"Sorry," you said. "I can't help it. Even if you are planning to kill me, I can't deny... nor should I, really, that you're very handsome. And I enjoy your company. I might even tell you my address so you can be the last thing I see before I die."

He slammed his fingers against the keyboard, and with a panicked expression, hung up.

You stared at your chat for a whole minute, eyes wide from his sudden reaction. Slowly you leaned forward and began to type.

<scaredevil> [23:21] did i do something wrong?

It took him several more minutes to reply, and he took a long while to type out his message.

<K9> [23:27] No.  I apologize for ending our call so abruptly. I was... suddenly busy. <scaredevil> [23:27] you're not a very good liar, you know <K9> [23:27] ... I suppose there's no avoiding it then.  As much as I am disinclined to admit it, I was very flattered by your comments. A little too flattered.

You stared at the screen. What did he mean?

<scaredevil> [23:28] were you like..... taking a cold shower....? <K9> [23:29] I was not. I spent my time away tending to one of my rabbits. As a bonus, the activity aided in calming me. I have no affinity for cold showers anyway.

You debated your next message for a moment, heart racing as you sent it.

<scaredevil> [23:29] can we call again? <K9> [23:29] I do not believe that is a good idea.

Your heart deflated in your chest.

<scaredevil> [23:30] why not? :( <K9> [23:30] I am worried you will return to your previous barrage of compliments. ... It is not a good idea. <scaredevil> [23:30] please v? i love hearing your voice

Nothing. The marker to show his typing didn't even appear.

<scaredevil> [23:31] im sorry for pushing you i really am i didn't mean to offend you i just wanted to express a little how i felt fuck i'll stop

You curled up in your desk chair, legs to your chest, and hid your face in your knees. How embarrassing. A deep, cold, and breaking sensation crackled through your ribs.

The computer dinged, and your head shot up.

<K9> [23:38] You did not offend me. I am simply... unaccustomed to people thinking of me in such a way. It has not ever occurred before.

You quickly began to type a response.

<scaredevil> [23:38] never? thats hard to believe <K9> [23:38] Is it? I am not the most sociable of creatures. Nor am I approachable. Most would consider me imposing, or even menacing. I am not sure I have ever been called handsome, much less... beautiful. <scaredevil> [23:38] is it weird that i feel kinda accomplished to be your first? i have a little award no one else will ever have <K9> [23:38] Not the most fantastic of accomplishments, but I will not deny you your feelings on the matter. <scaredevil> [23:38] thanks :) not to freak you out again but you're sweet <K9> [23:39] Another compliment. ... Thank you.

You drummed the edge of your keyboard with your fingertips, biting at your lip. Exhaustion freely visited you but rarely came with the comfort of sleep; V's voice, the deep, dulcet tones, was a ready substitute. When he kept his words soft and yielding, you could even hear sleep knocking at your distant door. It was a lot to ask, especially after freaking him out so much, but the desperation within you was clawing. Regret would make you bleed if you didn't at least ask.

<scaredevil> [23:41] i know this is a little odd you don't have to say yes, but well to be honest, your voice has a calming effect on me. i was hoping maybe you could help me fall asleep... please. <K9> [23:42] ... Your request is strange, but... acceptable. I will aid you. <scaredevil> [23:42] that's very kind of you <K9> [23:42] Kindness is a trait I strive to exemplify in my life. But thank you. You are the first person in the server to take note of it.

A moment later and he was requesting to call you. You hurried over to bed, carrying your laptop over, and jumped beneath the covers before answering. There was barely enough time to settle your head into your pillow before the call loaded.

He let out some quiet grunting noise upon seeing you, raising his brow.

"You are... already in bed," he said slowly.

Oh, that deep, amber voice, you thought to yourself dreamily. You decided not to inform him of your delight in hearing him.

"Of course I am," you said, hiding half your face behind your blankets. "I'm not going to sleep at my desk.

"I would think not. I was... just not expecting you to already be... in bed."

You giggled, shying further into your covers.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked softly.

You nodded.

"Good," he said in a somewhat stiff tone, giving a curt nod. "If it's... not too much to ask, I would like to see your face. Consider it a favour in return for helping you to fall asleep."

It was a fair request, though you felt some embarrassment at the idea of him being able to fully see you as you drifted off to sleep. Still, with a creeping blush you lowered your blanket, revealing your face squished into your pillow. A subtle but surely there smile warmed V's expression.

"Ah, there you are," he said, leaning in, his hands lax beneath his chin. "If we are being honest tonight, I will admit you are quite beautiful, as well. A light in the dim wake of reality."

You chuckled, attempting poorly to hide your blushing face in your pillow. But your eyes remained on your screen, entranced with him.

"Charming words," you said.

"And yet speaking nothing but the truth. Now please, tell me––how can I be of service to you?"

It was your turn now to flush, to be filled with a warmth that urged you to run far away just to compose yourself. A hundred different things whirled through your head; would he really do anything for you if you simply asked with a sweet 'please' at the end? Surely not. Logically there was some limit. But your imagination knew no such word.

"You can talk about anything," you said, wishing you could hide your face again. "You can even read me a story if you fancy it."

"Anything?" He asked, raising his brow. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly stood, disappearing out of the camera's sight for a couple minutes. You thought to call out but decided against it, and patiently waited for him to return. 

He reappeared with a book in hand, opening it on the desk in front of him. It was a small book––barely the size of his hand––and coloured in pale earthy tones, though the title remained obscured from your vision.

"This is a collection of Persian poetry," he said, smoothing out the pages. "I... sometimes read it when I am in need of relaxation. Though at times the prose can be... quite stimulating to the intellect. I hope that, as I do, you will find it calming."

Poetry at midnight. Poetry with V, at midnight, in your bed, as he would slowly watch you sleep. 

There were worse ways to die.

With your heart pounding as intensely as it was, sleep was the furthest thing from your mind and desires––but you had asked for his help, and he had so kindly acquiesced, so you did your best to settle into the covers and slow your racing heart.

He turned a few pages, and you watched with fluttering eyes.

"Ah. Here is a poet I much admire. A mystic Sufi from the 8th century... a woman. Rabia al Basri. Let us begin."

He spoke slowly, with emphasis, with quiet adoration for the artwork of words––the intertwining taste of writer and experience, combined into a painting of poetry.

I have loved Thee with two loves - a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee. As for the love which is selfish, Therein I occupy myself with Thee, to the exclusion of all others. But in the love which is worthy of Thee, Thou dost raise the veil that I may see Thee. Yet is the praise not mine in this or that, But the praise is to Thee in both that and this.

"Here is another one, by Rumi. Another mystic from the 13th century," he said.

The Friend comes into my body looking for the center, unable to find it, draws a blade, strikes anywhere.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

I am caught in this curling energy, your hair! Whoever is calm and sensible is insane.

Do you think I know what I am doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it is writing, or the ball can guess where it is going next.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups. That is fine with us. Every morning, we glow and in the evening we glow again.

They say there is no future for us. They are right. Which is fine with us.

Slowly you drifted away, eyes drifting shut, mind drifting off, as sleep melted into your skin like a warm rose oil. The depth of his voice, the luxuriant taste, imbued itself into your dreams. He spoke only a few more poems before you were gone, your eyes firmly closed and lips softly parted.

He closed the book quietly and set it aside. For a few minutes unbeknownst to your consciousness he watched you, eyes darting across your features as sparks of his own wandering mind came about. He wondered, though he didn't mean to, what your skin would feel like beneath his fingers. How warm your body would be beneath a shared blanket. The thought was inappropriate, and he quickly dismissed it.

He did, however, allow himself one last indulgence.

You were not his love. You had done nothing of the sort to indicate comfort in being referred to as such. But given your kindness––your gentle amiability––he was assured you were much beloved of someone.

"Good night, beloved," he murmured, lingering for a moment more, before ending the call.

Your computer quietly turned itself off.

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystictober Day 8

Mystictober 2024 | Day 8: VxMC/Painting

"Do you need me to pick out some more colors for you, Ray?"

"I like these colors," he whispered.

Ray quietly shook his head at Jihyun's inquiry. He still wasn't sure about this whole 'art therapy' thing, but ever since Jihyun took up painting, it seemed to make a difference in his recovery. Ray wasn't sure if painting was for him. He missed the feeling of a camera in his hand more than anything, but he and Jihyun went out the other day to take pictures of the landscape surrounding their little cabin.

It was a lot of fun to take photos with Jihyun again... because they weren't limited to the tiny garden they once used. They could travel further into the forest and find anything they wanted! Even though it was difficult to travel far with their health not being the best, it was still amazing there weren't invisible walls to keep them from where they dreamed of being anymore.

There was nothing holding them back!

Nothing!

It was still a vivid emotional experience, and it brought back those memories he long tried to erase of those days at the cathedral when he thought Jihyun would be his special teacher who showed him a view of the world he never thought imaginable. That dream hadn't turned out how he thought it would, but he was with Jihyun now, learning and living how to make sense of everything after he nearly died.

Evidently, that man had gone through an accident with flame and fire before he ever met Saeyoung. His back, from the bottom to the tip of his hairline was covered in thick burn scars from an accident that he had no control over. His mother had dragged him away from the fire but lost her life due to smoke inhalation before she could get herself out of the building in time.

It left a painful mark on him that would never go away, one that he'd been carrying for years physically and emotionally, but sharing those scars with Ray was his way of showing him—

Life wouldn't end just because he almost came face to face with death.

Their near-death experiences could be transformative. Death wasn't the end of all things, it was merely a new beginning. That was why he felt so drawn to take a photograph of a caterpillar in the middle of its metamorphosis. It felt... just like him. He wasn't a little bug anymore... but he wasn't a butterfly, either. He was somewhere in the middle of that and Jihyun told him not to worry about being one or the other... he had all the time in the world to discover who he was.

He wanted to paint himself as that small creature... to discover who was deep down... so he could hold his head up high the next time the stars aligned and he could see you again. He wouldn't be the same as he used to be, but that wasn't a bad thing. Jihyun promised it wasn't a bad thing. You would be different, too, and you would both learn a new way to see each other and your bright tomorrow.

"I can't wait to see how your painting turns out, then," Jihyun spoke from his side. "A self-portrait, perfectly imperfect, just the two of us."

[moist-n-creamy]

Pause

Are we going to talk about how we FINALLY got a VxMC kiss SIX YEARS after his route came out??????????????)?,)?)???

[jihyuncompass]

I am like sOBBING right now. I've been into mystic messenger for three years, I was here and always ready for V and I finally just recently got the ability to play his route and I got the good ending. I just 😭 I love him so much so I was wondering if it was something you'd like to write out, if you could write out MC and Jihyun painting together and just being a dorky couple? I just finished his route and I'm already wondering what they'd make together 😂

Goodness this request... I was saving this one for the first moment and honestly I think this is the right moment. I hope you enjoy this! 

Jihyun Kim x MC

Word Count: 2.2k

Just Perfect 

A painting date had originally been Jihyun's idea. He’d come home one evening in the later hours of the evening. Streaks of paint were still drying onto his cheeks and hands. A few hues of paint could be seen in his mint colored hair. He came home with a bag across his shoulders and a blank canvas propped up under his arm. 

You hadn’t said anything about it at first. He did this from time to time, there were some days he would bring his work home with him. He’d say sometimes that he just wanted to stay home for a while, spend time with you or just not having the right creative energy at his studio. This time was a bit different though. The canvas was empty and he had immediately tried to hide it upon getting home. 

Once he’d come out of the bedroom you gave him a strange look. His eyebrows raised trying to pretend to be innocent. “Is something the matter, my love?” Jihyun asked. 

“What’s with the canvas you brought home?” Jihyun glanced back towards the bedroom door then back at you with a hum. 

“Ah that? It’s nothing really.” Jihyun said. He looked down at his two hands. “My hands are covered in paint, I should really try and get that off.” Jihyun took off towards the kitchen, trying to change the topic. You watched him suspiciously as he turned his back to you on the way to the kitchen. You wondered if you should say anything more, but Jihyun didn’t seem to want to say anything further. 

As the evening went on Jihyun didn’t mention it again. Not even when you both got into bed and you could see the canvas leaning against the wall in the closet. He didn’t say anything in the morning when you both were getting dressed for the day. Or even that evening when you both cooked dinner together. You tried to signal to him that you were curious about them but he didn’t seem to catch onto your signals. That, or he was purposefully ignoring them. 

It was making you a little crazy, he didn’t even seem to think about them being there. Even though you could constantly see it. Still you kept trying to ignore it, and by the time you left to go run errands that weekend. You had practically forgotten about it. 

You’d asked if Jihyun wanted to join you, usually during the weekend he looked forward to the opportunity to go out and do things with you. Even if those things were as simple as just going out and going to the grocery store, or to get dry cleaning. This weekend however he’d said he’d prefer to just stay home. Stating that he wasn’t feeling too well and wanted to stay home and get some rest. 

���Are you feeling okay?” You asked him. Pressing a hand to his forehead. It was warm, but not feverish. 

“I’m alright love. I think I’m just a little tired, I think I’m going to take a nap and see if I feel any better.” Jihyun said. He seemed to notice the way your face pressed. He took your hand in his. “I’m okay my love. Just go out and run your errands, I’ll be fine.” You hesitated but the way Jihyun was looking at you, you knew there was no way that he’d let you stay to look after him. 

“Fine, but if you need anything you call me okay?” You said. Jihyun pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.” Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a tight hug. After you pulled away Jihyun helped you put on your coat and closed the door behind you.

That day you did your usual errands as quickly as you could. You were practically racing through the grocery store aisles, trying to get everything on your list in record time. By the time you’d finished checking out even you were surprised by how fast you had gotten in and out. 

You balanced the bags in your arms while you walked towards your door. Your arms shook from the bags weighing your arms down and making them ache. Your door was in sight. Which meant you could put your bags down soon. Maybe Jihyun would be awake to help you put things away too. 

Pushing the key into the door you used your knee to swing open the door. Your eyes were on the floor as you carefully tried to set everything down on the floor. You stood up straight to close and lock the door behind you. 

As you turned around the first thing you noticed was the large easel set up in the living room. The easel was already set up with the large canvas on it. You wandered into the living room. Looking down a few tubes of paint were already set out, they hadn’t been opened but were spread out on the table between the two easels. 

“You’re back!” Jihyun said. He held several more tubes of paint in his hands. He looked surprised to see you, but he still smiled. He passed you to set the tubes of paint down on the table with the others. 

“What’s all this?” You asked. Jihyun’s cheeks dusted pink as his lips pulled into a smile. 

“I was hoping to have it all set up before you got back.” He said. Jihyun ran a hand through his hair to push it away from his eyes. “I got this idea earlier this week. I thought it might be fun if we painted something together.” Jihyun motioned to the easel and canvas.  

A gentle sigh escaped your lips. You felt like you could almost cry, beyond the easels you noticed the bottle of wine and the food Jihyun had set up too. After taking it all in you turned back to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun this looks amazing.” You said. You lifted on your toes to kiss him. Both of your faces felt a little warm. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “Is that why you hid that canvas in the closet?” 

After a moment of surprise he laughed and shook his head. “There was nowhere good to hide it.” 

“You just hoped I wouldn’t notice it?” You teased. His face turned a darker shade of red. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t think much of it.” Jihyun admitted. You laughed and kissed him again.

You held each other for a while, enjoying the warmth his arms provided. Neither of you were keeping track of the time. At a point Jihyun took a step back and smiled at you. “Do you want to get started?” After a moment of admiring Jihyun’s smile you nodded. 

After excusing himself for a moment Jihyun returned with one of his shirts handing it over to you. 

“I don’t want you to get paint all over your clothes, you can put this on over it.” You looked between him and the shirt. 

“Are you sure?” You asked him. 

“This shirt is old anyways. I was going to take it to my studio anyway.” You raised your brow at him, checking to make sure he was sure. He pushed the shirt closer to your chest. “It’s fine.”

You pulled the shirt over your head. Pulling it down it covered your abdomen and rested below your hips. Smoothing it out, Jihyun motioned to the easel. You watched as he opened tubes of paint. Squeezing small amounts of paint onto the palette.  

“What are we going to paint?” You asked him. Jihyun set some of the tubes of paint aside as he rolled up his sleeves. 

“Whatever you want my love. Whatever inspires us.” Jihyun said. Your fingers itched to pick up the brushes, to start painting on the canvas. Jihyun, being able to sense your excitement gently took your hand in his. “I was thinking, when we’re done with this maybe we should hang them up?” 

You squeezed his hand and grinned. “What if it doesn’t look good? I’m not nearly as talented as you are.”

Jihyun shook his head. “If it comes from us, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.” 

“You have much more confidence then I do.” Jihyun reached up and kissed the top of your hand. 

“Just paint whatever speaks to you. I’m sure it’ll turn out great.” You looked back to the canvas, Jihyun turned in the same direction. He straightened his back and picked up one of the paintbrushes. Following his lead you picked up your own brush and dipped it into the paint. Your hand hovered over the canvas for a while, deciding where to make your first stroke. 

Jihyun took note of your hesitation. Out of the corner of your eye you saw how he was watching you. He looked back to the canvas and made a large stroke of paint across the canvas. From top to bottom.

You gasped and looked at him. “Jihyun!” He cocked his head to the side with a soft smile. 

“Yes my love?”

“What was that about?” 

“The first stroke is always the hardest.” Jihyun said. “But look, now the first stroke is done. So now you don’t have to be so worried about it.” You looked back to your canvas with the one rogue stoke. As simple and messy as it was there was something almost comforting about it. 

Looking back at the canvas you took a deep breath. Making another long stroke on the canvas similar to the one from before. Then another, and another, until your shoulders lost their tension. Jihyun smiled and reached over, making his own strokes onto the canvas. 

You didn’t talk much while you worked, but you didn’t need to. One of the best things about being with Jihyun is there was never a pressure to talk. You could sit in complete silence and be completely comfortable. 

As you painted a stole a couple glances at Jihyun. You never got sick of that sparkle he had in his eye while he painted. The small smile that managed to show through his concentrated expression, it all never ceased to make you watch in awe. When he painted he always seemed like he was right in his element, as if holding a paintbrush was the most comfortable and natural thing in the world. 

“What do you think of my love?” Jihyun asked. “I think it looks great so far.” 

You pulled your hand away from the canvas to look over it. The painting couldn’t be considered anything but abstract, you could see the difference in skill level between the two of you. Still, you loved how it looked so far. 

“It’s looking awesome!” You said grinning at him. “You’re doing a great job.”

Jihyun kissed your cheek. “I think you’re doing a wonderful job.” He looked back at the canvas. “You know I think something’s missing.” You raised a brow and looked back to the canvas. 

“What’s missing?” The feeling of a cool brush across your cheek brought you back to looking at Jihyun. Your hand reached up and smeared some of the blue paint across your fingers. Jihyun’s usually kind smile was more of a smirk now. 

You only looked at him shocked for a moment. Reaching back up to swipe your brush across his cheek. His fingers reached to his cheek as he looked at the pink that was on his cheek. His eyes crinkled as he started laughing. Then you started laughing too. With your eyes closed you didn’t notice Jihyun dipping his brush into another color of paint and quickly making a line of yellow on your forehead. 

Waiting for your opportunity you picked up some of the paint with your fingers. Trying to catch him by surprise you smeared more paint onto his cheekbone. Before you pulled your hand back Jihyun took your wrist and stepped forward. Pressing his lips against yours. Your painted hand moved up to hold his face. 

When you eventually separated he pressed his forehead against yours. The stickiness of 

the yellow paint transferring to Jihyun’s forehead. 

  “You’re so dorky.” You whispered to him. Jihyun laughed breathlessly. 

“I just love you. I love you so much.” Jihyun said. You ran your thumbs over his cheeks. 

“I love you too Jihyun.” You said to him. Slowly you pulled away from one another, both of your faces covered in a rainbow of paint. Once you tore your eyes away from him you looked back at the canvas. 

Jihyun followed your eyes. While the painting looked messy, and had lots of imperfections it still made you smile. 

“Do you think it’s still missing something?” You asked Jihyun. 

He sighed, content. “No. I think it looks just perfect.” He admired the painting once again. 

“Still want to display it?” You asked him. He looked back over to you. 

“Of course I do.” Jihyun said. “I think it’s the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.” You both stared at the canvas for a while. Even if it wasn’t the greatest piece of art. In your eyes it was perfect. 

Jihyun reached over and took your hand. “Let’s clean up my love. Before this paint dries too much.” You stepped backwards. Leading each other to the bathroom. Your masterpiece left for the two of you to admire once you returned. 

[mysme-events]

Jihyun Week 2020

In celebration of the RFA’s head birthday, we have a week long event just for him! The event starts on Sept. 3 - 10. 

Prompt List

Sept 3 - Fairytale / Temptations

Sept 4 - Café / Letters

Sept 5 - Fate / Ocean

Sept 6 - Warmth / Canvas

Sept 7 - Rain / Bells

Sept 8 - Dream / Tranquility 

Sept 9 - Birthday 

Sept 10 - Bonus day! Free/NSFW Day

Guidelines

Feel free to interpret the prompts in your own way! All works are accepted as long as it’s yours. Old works can also be submitted if it fits the prompt, send a message with a link to your work and what day it fits, we’ll add it to be queued!

All MCs, OCs, and Ships are welcome. Other pairs [JuminxMC, ZenxMC, etc] are welcome as long as Jihyun is the main character in the work.

Late works will be accepted and be reblogged until Sept. 12. 

If there are trigger warnings, kindly put it as well! If it’s NSFW kindly tag it as well. (The likes of pedophilia, rape, incest etc. will not be accepted)

Tag this account in your works or use #JihyunWeek2020 in the tags so we’ll see your works!

You don’t have to participate everyday, feel free to participate on the prompts you like

For any clarifications or questions, kindly drop it in the ask. Reblogs are appreciated to spread the word! Thank you and let us celebrate the existence of Jihyun Kim. 

[aionyan]

Commission for @jihynkim ♥ Jihyun Kim and Min-Yeong

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[passerclusfanwork]

parte  2

[kirishwima]

If you're still up for it, how about some friendship headcanons between V, Jumin & Vs s/o? I love their friendship so much & I was curious how MC would fit into it

oh i’ve been waiting for a prompt like this one!! i have so many headcanons about V+MC+Jumin friendship lol :D

* It takes a LOT for Jumin to come to trust MC-it’s not like he’s ever rude to the or anything of the sort, not if they’re the one V loves; he wants his best friend to be happy, and will always respect his decisions. He is however, wary of this new person that has entered their lives, and isn’t ready to open up so easily, not after what happened with Rika.

* Eventually however he will come around-he sees how good MC is for V, how much they love one another, and what a genially kind person they are, and he too slowly starts to open up, happy to see V happy too

* A Jumin that trusts you is...a Jumin that talks a LOT

* He’ll absoloutely call the two to complain about the lack of recent cat projects, about his father’s latest girlfriend, or pretty much anything that’d be bothering him for the day

* Are V and MC cuddling on the couch ready to watch a romantic film and drink some wine? Cue Jumin calling one of them, already tipsy on a bottle of wine talking nonstop about today’s events

* That’s not to say he’s not a good listener as well-if there’s anything troubling MC he’ll be there to listen to them, even if it’s something that has to do with their and V’s relationship-this man’s lips are sealed, and he’ll do his best to look at the situation objectively, like he’s used to

* V loves to see his best friend and significant other get along so well. Jumin isn’t just a friend to him, he’s family, and honestly his approval of MC means more to him than if it came from anyone else

* Will absoloutely drag MC along to some exotic trips-for better or for worse these boys are used to luxury, and whilst Jumin would be content to spent his vacations at home with Elizabeth the 3d, it takes a friend like V to convince him to go on a trip together

* Hanging out with these two in public however, no matter where it is, can be...intense

* They’re both good looking as all heck, tall, fit and rich-it’s like taking two statues made of gold out in the middle of the street whilst screaming and expecting no one will turn around and see what the f*** is going on lmao

* If anyone even dares to come up to MC, either to flirt or talk to them, they’ll be met with a solid wall made up of a lanky spicy mint and a cat-obsessed suited-up nerd. Good luck getting to MC through them buddy

* Absoloutely bring MC along to their weekly wine nights, where they’ll just chill at Jumin’s pent house and drink wine while talking about anything and everything-from art and politics to who the most attractive member of the RFA is (*hint: none of them think it’s Zen lmao*)

* MC loves to hear stories about their childhoods. They’ll lay their head on V’s shoulder, hearing his voice as he laughs, nostalgia thick in his throat as he talks about the good old times he’s shared with Jumin

* MC will jokingly mention sometimes that V and Jumin are like husband and wife-but refuses to say who the wife and who the husband is, so chaos ensues

* V has absoloutely snapped a photograph or two of MC and Jumin just laughing at something together or just sitting side by side-they’re his two favorite people, and having a memento of their times together means the world to him

* When V decides to propose to MC, he goes to Jumin first to lay out his plan and ask for advice, which Jumin happily provides

* He’ll hold onto the ring for V until he sets everything up for the proposal, and will calm him down the day before when his nervousness keeps him up until late at night

* Jumin will also join the two when, after living together for some time, they decide to adopt a pet. He insists they should get a cat and not a dog, but when they all go to the shelter together and meet a gorgeous 3-year-old husky that’s blind on one eye, well, they all instantly decide she’ll be the one to come back home with them.

* They name the Husky Belle, and she gets along perfectly with Elizabeth the 3d from the first moment they meet-Belle is such a quiet, gentle dog and Elizabeth the 3d is a literal princess, so it takes little time for the two to bond.

* If V and MC have children, they’ll ask Jumin to be the child’s godfather. It’s an honor Jumin doesn’t take lightly, and he’ll be sure to spoil that child rotten with gifts and love.

* Honestly, they’d all be fast friends really-MC makes V happy, and that’s more than enough reason for Jumin to like them already.

-send me mystic messenger headcanons/scenarios for the characters to react to!-

[ledaxias]

It’s been awhile! Tbh i forgot about this account woops! 

[lovingkawa]

Jihyuns after ending

okay, hi. don’t get me wrong, i LOVE the way his AE was set up, i love how we got to play a little more, but it was very disappointing not to get the romantic romantic ending with V. i adore that every character got a happy ending. i adore that V and his MC adopted lucy. i adore the way jihyun said his wife but it didn’t feel like it was an after ending and i don’t want to sound selfish, please don’t get me wrong. i just feel like i sorta wasted some hourglasses and money. it’s disappointing but i still love that we even got jihyun content.

[shadowreine]

The Art of Falling in Love - Chapter 4

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: V x MC (reader/custom MC)

Chapter Summary: In which MC has a chat with some of the boys.

Note: Finally an update! October was kind of a busy/stressful month, so I apologize for the wait. Thanks so much to everyone who’s been reading/liking/commenting on this fic so far. It means a lot to me. <3

Chapter 4: Candid

Once you returned to your apartment after dinner, you were ready to finally collapse into your bed and sleep, especially after such a long, eventful day. However, sleep eluded you. You lay wide awake, tossing and turning, your mind running at a million miles a second. You thought about the party, what went well and what didn’t, and what suggestions for improvements you could posit to RFA. You thought about the GCA and made a mental checklist of all the paperwork you had to submit in order to obtain a visa for working abroad…which brought to mind the fact that even before you could start that step in the process, you needed to stop procrastinating on working on your lesson plans for the upcoming semester—which was two weeks away, no less—and you needed to do a good job. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be needing a work visa at all. You let out a groan in the darkness of your bedroom, knowing that these anxious thoughts would never let you rest.

Ever since Hana had suggested your class could focus on art this semester, you couldn’t shake the idea. It was a good idea, and you were very low on ideas at the moment. The only problem was that you never really considered art as one of your strong suits, so you didn’t think you could excel at teaching it… But Hana was right, children love doing art. Maybe she was also right about asking Jihyun for a little help…

“Jihyun, Jihyun…” you said out loud, testing out the name. “Jihyun…”

V was a punchy name, short and straightforward. It was a good moniker for a hip photographer. But Jihyun was soft, almost a whisper, a pleasant sound sliding off the tip of your tongue. Now that you thought about it, it suited him better than V ever did.

Part of you regretted declining his offer to have dinner with him because you didn’t know when you’d have the chance to see him in person again. You imagined he’d be busy trying to get resettled into the city. He’d likely want to find a new place to stay. Maybe he wanted to meet up with others he might’ve lost contact with. He’d probably be caught up doing his own thing for a while, and you’d rejected your only chance to catch up with him.

Though, you couldn’t have just canceled on Hana. You had responsibilities, you had your own life. You had to make compromises. Wasn’t that adulthood? You couldn’t just drop everything because someone from your past decided to turn up again.

But… you just really wanted to see him.

You let out a sigh and turned onto your side, frustrated that your thoughts were keeping you awake. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked the time. It was half past midnight.

Might as well check the messenger, you thought. Throughout the evening you’d received RFA app notifications, but you hadn’t been able to check any before now. Opening the app, you logged in and read the past chat logs. Only Zen and Yoosung had been there. Zen had entered the chatroom sometime after he finished his show, and Yoosung was taking a break from LOLOL. Zen told Yoosung about how Jaehee had waited for him outside the backstage door with her girlfriend Soomi (along with a dozen other rabid fangirls clamoring for his attention), and he sent a selfie of the three of them. Zen was the focus of the picture, of course, while Jaehee and Soomi stood together behind him, leaning so that they were in frame. This was the first time you saw what Soomi looked like. She was cute and petite, her blonde hair cropped short in a stylish bob. Jaehee and Soomi had matching poses, both winking at the camera and holding up their hands in a peace sign. They looked like they were having a great time, and you couldn’t feel happier for them.

Zen and Yoosung then spent the rest of the chat lamenting how much they wished they had girlfriends too and feeling sorry for themselves. Your eyes glazed over as you scrolled to the bottom of the chat. By now you knew very well how much the RFA boys, except perhaps Jumin, regretted the lack of romance in their lives. Sometimes it was cute that they had so much love in their hearts that they wanted to share it with someone, but more often than not, it got repetitive and eye-roll inducing, so much that you wished they could just find someone already so they could stop moaning about it.

Once you reached the bottom of the chat, you logged out to the main user interface to check everyone’s status updates. As you looked at the row of user icons, you started to feel like something was missing. The icons felt too big, as if there could be room to fit one more comfortably among them.

Then you realized why: Jihyun’s icon was missing. It had been missing for a long time, actually, but now that he was back in the country, it felt wrong not to have him in the messenger.

After Jihyun left to go overseas, Jumin asked Seven to revoke his access for security purposes. He wouldn’t have had time to log into the messenger on his travels anyway, so there’d been no point in keeping his profile active. Even though you were about to travel abroad yourself, you couldn’t see yourself staying away from the messenger for too long. RFA had become like family to you, and you’d want to keep in touch no matter how far away you went.

You wondered if Jihyun still had the same phone he used two years ago, or if he’d deactivated his service altogether. Come to think of it, since he wasn’t on the messenger, you realized you had no way of contacting him.

A window popped up on your phone screen indicating that a new chatroom had been opened. You looked at the time–it was almost one o’clock in the morning. Who could be online at this hour?

You entered the chatroom. Seven greeted you.

707: Hello, pretty lady!

MC: Seven, you’re still awake.

707: Yup. So are you, I see.

MC: Can’t sleep.

707: Me neither. Still reeling from the high of the party?

MC: lol sort of. I got a lot on my mind right now. How was your evening?

707: Fine fine. It was pretty good actually!

He sent the emoji of him excitedly shouting “yahoo!”

MC: Good day at work?

707: Yup! I was super productive. Got everything done in record time… I see Zen and Yoosung are complaining about being single again. SMH. They’re just jealous that Jaehee has more game than them.

You laughed out loud. Sick burn, Seven.

MC: You’re not wrong, lol. Jaehee can be very sweet and charming when she has the chance to relax every once in a while. I’m happy that she and Soomi found each other.

707: They wouldn’t have met each other if you didn’t push Jumin to give Jaehee a vacation.

MC: Yeah… That’s true…

As if summoned, Jumin Han entered the chatroom.

707: WHOA that’s creepy, dude.

Jumin Han: What are you talking about? Good evening, MC.

MC: haha hey Jumin...that is a little creepy.

Jumin Han: ?

707: We were just talking about you.

Jumin Han: I see. I just read the log.

MC: I think you’ve read enough books on witchcraft that you’re starting to become a witch yourself, Jumin. Speak of the devil, and all that.

707: Hehe where’s your broom, witch boy?

You didn’t ask Jumin what he was doing up so late because he was always awake at this hour, either spending time with Elizabeth the 3rd or doing business with investors and companies in different timezones. On the rare occasion that you had a bout of insomnia, he would be in the chatroom, keeping you company until you finally fell asleep.

Jumin Han: Will Yoosung and Zen ever get tired of complaining about not having significant others?

MC: Probably not. Though, I feel like once they do get girlfriends, that’s all they’ll talk about on here.

Jumin Han: You’re probably right. I don’t know which is worse.

707: Jaehee is pretty modest about her relationship. They should act like her! Speaking of Jaehee, as I was saying before Jumin interrupted us with his creepy black magic, I think Jaehee has you to thank for meeting Soomi, MC.

MC: Oh, that’s more credit than I deserve. I just yelled at Jumin.

707: lmao you did yell at him

Well, you had typed in all caps in the chatroom, which was just as good as yelling. A few months ago, Jumin had swamped Jaehee with so much work that Jaehee broke down crying on the phone with you. You felt so awful and helpless at first, but after you did your best to console her and hung up, you decided that the only way to fix the problem was to go straight to the source.

Jumin was unreceptive to your suggestion at first, which you’d expected, but once you laid out all the reasons why it was a good idea to give her a break and why she deserved one, his cold, distant attitude started to irritate you. You tried to be civil, but the man was as stubborn as a mule sometimes. So you snapped and capslocked on him. Then once you said your piece, without warning, you logged out of the chatroom and called his phone to tell him off some more.

Jumin Han: I’ll admit I’ve never been yelled at like that before.

MC: I didn’t *yell*.

Jumin Han: You gave me a very stern lecture.

MC: Well, Zen yells at you on here all the time.

Jumin Han: I correct my previous statement—I’ve never been yelled at like that by someone whom I respect.

You knew that was high praise coming from someone like Jumin Han. Sometimes you couldn’t help but have the utmost respect for him too. After the incident, you learned that Jumin had been so stressed due to his father’s current romantic engagements and the prolonged absence of his best friend, and he had taken it out on his assistant. You felt bad for yelling at him, and you apologized to him personally on the phone the next day.

After that, he decided to give Jaehee three weeks of vacation. Jaehee was resistant at first, but you convinced her to take the offer. She spent those weeks off the messenger and met Soomi at one of her favorite coffee shops downtown. They hit it off rather easily, and the rest was history.

Jumin Han: Anyway, I am glad that Jaehee has found someone she cares about deeply. It seems to have made her more motivated in her work.

707: …

MC: sigh

Jumin Han: What? It’s true.

707: Only you would make something that’s supposed to be romantic into something totally not;;

Jumin Han: I don’t understand romantic relationships myself, so I see no point in commenting on it.

MC: I guess I can understand where you’re coming from. I’ve had enough of talking about romance for one evening.

707: Oh?

Seven sent his heart eyes emoji.

707: Who else are you talking about romance with, MC?

He sent the same emoji again.

“Oh crap,” you said to your screen. Suddenly the whole awkward conversation you had with Hana came back to you. You couldn’t very well tell Seven or Jumin that you and Hana had talked about Jihyun. You had to play it cool.

MC: Oh… I just had dinner with Hana tonight. She told me all about her new boyfriend.

Seven sent his gasping emoji.

707: The hot new actor Hojin Park! He and Hana were spotted smooching down in the Maldives last week!

Again with his heart eyes emoji.

MC: …Are you stalking my best friend, Seven?

707: It’s not stalking when paparazzi pictures of them are posted on every celeb gossip site!

MC: I am not going to talk gossip about my own friend. If I did, you’d probably try leaking it to the media for a quick buck.

707: They pay a lot of money for ~insider info~ you know.

You sent an emoji that depicted you giving a very unamused side-eye.

707: Fine, fine. I won’t ask about Hana’s love life. You need to lighten up, MC. Maybe you need a l-o-v-e interest of your own, eh?

The heart eyes. Again. You dropped your head into your hand. Why was everyone so hung up on romance this evening? You needed a change of subject, quick.

Thankfully, Jumin seemed to have the same idea.

Jumin Han: I think this conversation has derailed quite a bit.

MC: Thank you! Can we talk about something else, pls?

Jumin Han: I actually came onto the messenger to make a request of you, Seven.

707: Hmm, ok. What is it?

Jumin Han: I’d like you to grant Jihyun access to the messenger again.

Your phone almost slipped out of your hand.

Jihyun...on the messenger again? Weren’t you just thinking about that only minutes ago?

MC: Oh?

707: Oh, I didn’t even think of that. Does he want to get back on?

Jumin Han: No, but I imagine he’d like to be, once he gets a new phone, that is. He deactivated his old phone some time ago, and he needs to get another one first. I’ll pass on the information once it’s available.

707: …Do you think it’s a good idea?

Seven’s question took you aback. Why wouldn’t it be a good idea? You asked him what he meant.

707: …never mind. It’s nothing. When he gets a new phone, let me know, and I’ll add him back onto the messenger.

You didn’t know what to say. Where had his sudden hesitance come from? You would have thought Seven would be one of the more enthusiastic about his return. You remember Seven once telling you that he considered Jihyun almost like a father to him despite their relative close age gap. He trusted him more than anyone. In fact, back when you first met the RFA, you noticed there were secrets that Seven and Jihyun had kept between only them. Seven had come to Jihyun’s rescue at Mint Eye, after all.

...That was two years ago, though. The more you thought about it now, the more you realized that since then, Seven hadn’t spoken much about Jihyun at all. He certainly never brought him up in the chats of his own volition, and whenever someone else would mention him, he didn’t have much to say.

But he seemed happy to see Jihyun at the party earlier, didn’t he? Well, now that you thought about it, perhaps he wasn’t so much happy as he was shocked and…confused. Almost as if he had truly believed he never would see his old mentor ever again.

“We have a lot to catch up on, I think,” Jihyun had said. And Seven had agreed.

There was something tense about the exchange, some underlying thoughts and feelings that you couldn’t begin to decipher. That must have been what bothered Seven now. What was the missing link between them?

MC: You ok, Seven? You sound weird.

707: I’m fine. Gotta go, though. Long day.

He signed out of the chatroom before you could type another message.

Jumin Han: …

MC: Is it just me, or did something sound off about him? Does Seven not want Jihyun back on here?

Jumin Han: He seemed hesitant about it at the very least.

MC: Why? You don’t think it’s because he doesn’t trust Jihyun, do you? I know he had trouble with keeping secrets from everyone, even to Seven, but he just doesn’t seem like that kind of person anymore…

You weren’t sure if that were entirely true, but everything you knew about what he’d gone through seemed to indicate that Jihyun had had enough secrecy for one lifetime. The man you saw at the party didn’t look like someone who would harbor any secrets.

Jumin Han: I agree. I’ve been with him all evening, and he is definitely changed.

MC: …wait. You’ve been hanging out with Jihyun?

Jumin Han: Yes, he’s with me right now.

“What?” you said aloud. Jumin had been chatting with you all this time and Jihyun was with him?

MC: Really? Where are you?

Jumin Han: At my penthouse. I invited him over as a guest, since he currently has nowhere to stay.

You were typing to ask what he was doing, but your fingers froze over the screen when a picture popped up in the chat.

This time, your phone actually did fall out of your hands...and landed right onto your face, since you were lying in bed. You let out a pained shriek and massaged your nose. Then you jolted up into a sitting position and looked back at your phone.

Jihyun was in the photo. He was standing next to the dining table, across from where Jumin seemed to be sitting. He was pouring himself a glass of red wine. You could tell it was a candid picture because Jihyun’s eyes appeared as though he’d looked into the camera just as it was being taken, his brows raised in a half-expression of surprise. It was cute, actually. But that wasn’t what got your attention.

What got your attention was the fact that his hair was wet, sticking to the left side of his face. He had a towel draped over his shoulders, and he wore gray lounge pants and a white tank top...

MC: …

Jumin Han: He just got out of the shower. He’s jet lagged, so that’s why he’s still awake, if you were wondering.

You were actually wondering why his bare arms looked appealingly firm and smooth, and why his tank top clung so tightly to his slender but lean torso…but you weren’t going to type that.

MC: Um, thanks for the pic haha

Jumin Han: I thought I should prove to you he was in fact here.

MC: You didn’t need to do that lol. I believed you.

Jumin Han: He’s asking me who I sent the photo to.

MC: Oh...what did you tell him?

Jumin Han: You.

You blushed. Should you take a selfie of yourself just to make it fair? You couldn’t do that. You probably looked like a mess after tossing and turning in bed for a few hours… Wait, why did you care what you looked like? You’d sent less than flattering pictures of yourself through the messenger before.

Jumin Han: I need to go. Elizabeth the 3rd should be put to bed soon, and I’m going to keep Jihyun company.

MC: Okay. Tell Elizabeth the 3rd hello for me.

You debated whether you should add another line. Oh, why not?

MC: ...and Jihyun, too.

Jumin Han: Will do. Goodnight.

Jumin logged out, and so did you. You lingered in the main UI a little while longer, wondering what Jumin and Jihyun were up to right now, what they were talking about. Jumin must have liked having the chance to catch up with his best friend, especially considering how much you knew he’d missed him and worried after him since he left. You could only hope you got your chance, too.

You went into the messenger’s photo folders. Even though Seven had taken away Jihyun’s access to the app, he kept his photo folder untouched. You opened it and looked at the newest picture of him. Out of curiosity, you told yourself. Once it expanded across your screen, your heart did a flip in your chest, which was a sensation that utterly confused you. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to being friends with so many pretty people. Part of the reason why it was so easy for you to initially believe that the RFA were AIs in a dating simulator was because they were all too good-looking to be real. Even now, you would catch yourself admiring just how beautiful Zen looked in his selfies, how well Jumin wore his business suits, how cute Yoosung and Seven were in an adorably nerdy way. Even Jaehee was exceptionally gorgeous.

Yet somehow none of them made you react the way you reacted to this picture of Jihyun. What was happening?

You reasoned it was because you’d never seen him like this. So candid, so...underdressed. You felt as if you shouldn’t be even be looking at it.

Get a grip, MC.

You exited out of the app, tossed your phone onto your comforter, and collapsed onto your pillow, trying desperately to wipe the image out of your mind so you could finally, finally, get to sleep.

[kagecreep]

An Aftermath (VxMC)

(KillerChat)

Description: The aftermath of your first in-person meeting with V... you take care of him.

(Some small spoilers for V's route!)

Notes: this is my first KC fic! i wanted to take off where V left us after the first meeting, with the police and all. So the first little bit of this is basically taken directly from the game. youll see what is and isnt (: WC: 3.1k

━─━────༺༻────━─━

It feels like forever until the police leave. You peek out of your curtain and wait until the last sirens fade. V laughs breathily. He looks at you with so much adoration. 

You take V into your arms, cradle him. Tilt his chin down, kiss him. He laughs into your kiss; disbelieving and heartened, like the noise of victory.

"I'm beginning to believe that you are being truthful, my love," he said.

"Truthful?" You ask, pulling away.

"That alibi could not have been constructed by any run-of-the-mill serial killer. No... there was skill involved. Whether that arrives from formal instruction or training I do not know, but after all... that you fooled me you were a serial killer at all proves your talent."

You could practically cry with relief; the fact that his realization came with a smile, a tinge of pride in his voice.

"Finally!" You laughed, squeezing his arms.

"I apologise for how long it's taken me, my love. But in a way, I'm glad that you are not a serial killer––at least, not yet."

"Not... yet?"

"For our first real date, I plan on feeding many a corrupt official to my animals. I hope you will find it... enlightening."

His voice deepened in the delightful way it often did when he spoke of more serious topics, and despite the gravitas of the situation and his admission for his plans, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt.

For the next several hours after your encounter with the police, you continued peering through the blinds of your windows, watching to see if any of the cars come back. It happened quickly, and the moment of truth, long awaited and long agonized, passed with ease. Somehow, convincing policemen of V's innocence was much easier than you had imagined it would be. You supposed they didn't want much trouble considering their evidence was almost non-existent, anyway.

You checked one last time––an assurance of your fears––and let out a sigh of relief.

You turned back and found V standing in your living room, resting his weight by a hand on your couch's armrest. His breathing, audibly ragged, gave soft movement to his chest. Despite the blood and difficulty standing and breathing, his posture was stiff, and his mouth closed out of some sense of decorum when he realized you were staring at him.

"Valentin," you said, the name spilling out before you realized it. "That's your name, yes?"

He nodded somewhat hesitantly. The adrenaline of the moment seemed to have worn off now.

"Yes, it is," he said, his voice firm as ever.

"It's very beautiful," you said quietly.

He stuttered for a moment, his eyes widening imperceptibly.

"Um – thank you," he said with a gracious nod and smile. 

A soft blush filled his cheeks. Both of you stared at each other for a moment, neither daring to move before the other.

"Oh, um," you suddenly broke the silence, shaking your head, "your wounds. You're bleeding."

"As I said, the wounds are not severe," he said.

You strode forward, placing a hand on his own curled around his stomach. He winced, pulling back.

"Well let's get your 'not severe' wounds patched up, alright?" You said softly, looking up at him. 

"You're very kind. Did I say that already?"

"Maybe," you said. "But it's not really kindness. It's more... basic human decency."

You grunted a little as you set his other arm over your shoulder, helping balance him as you led him to the bathroom. Fortunately the distance was short, and you fumbled your way inside, opening the door with one hand and stumbling in.

"You might be surprised at how few people enact your 'basic human decency'. Perhaps it is not as basic as you think," he said, groaning as you sat him down on the edge of the toilet. "Perhaps you are more extraordinary than you realize."

"No time for your sweet words, my dear," you said. 

Your voice shook slightly as you began to rifle through the cabinets and underneath the sink, looking for antiseptic and a first aid kit.

A soft chuckle came from above, and you nearly hit your head on the counter as you lifted to meet his gaze. He was smiling at you, never moving from you, his heart still in your eyes.

"What?" You asked.

It was rare to find a gaze so intense.

"I... find myself very happy, to hear you say that. To hear you call me that," he said, earnesty bleeding in his tone.

"My dear?" You asked, and he nodded gently. You reached up to cup his cheek. "You are my dear."

There was little melody in your tone, but the softness remained. Assiduous and sincere.

You watched his throat as he swallowed thickly, how the skin shifted and revealed his delighted nerves without speaking a word. Just as gently as your hand arrived it receded, and your attention turned back to the task at hand; you grabbed a cleaner and bandages, and placed them on the counter. Shifting over, you settled between his legs which hung open in his slack state. He stiffened above you––a poor attempt to fix his posture.

"Do you need help taking off your shirt?" You asked, doing your best to quell your shaking heart. When his eyes widened, mouth parting to stammer out questions, you quickly followed with, "I need to see what I'm tending."

"You know, I can do this myself. There have been many a time I have returned from a hunt injured," he said with a soft chuckle.

A smile broke across your lips. You lifted yourself up onto your knees and began curling your fingers round the edge of his shirt, pulling up to reveal the soft, torn skin beneath.

"There's something to be said for servitude," you murmured as you gently stripped him. Over chest, over shoulders, through sleeves. "Sometimes, when in service to someone worthy, pleasure can be derived in helping them. So let me help you. It will bring me great pleasure."

Words choked in his throat again. He remained silent, his smile twitching, and nodded.

His sweater, splattered in curling and splashing patterns of red, gave way to dark skin shadowed in his own blood. Holy ichor, pulsing and dried, flaking off the curves of his abdomen and breast. The wound was still damp. You washed everything away and the stickiness dissipated, gone from everywhere but your fingers, where it lingered beneath your nails, tainted by the scent of antiseptic. With slow, careful hands, you wrapped his stomach in white bandages, sealing the wound from the prying eyes of light.

For a moment, envy flooded you; or perhaps hunger, a lusting desire. Greed. Envious that you could no longer peer into his flesh. The meat of his being. You let the feeling go and tried not to linger on the implications.

There is no greater intimacy. I could've dug my fingers in, torn and revealed, but you trusted me to seal you back together.

You set everything away, tucking the remaining bandages and cleaner back underneath the sink.

A hand on your cheek. Cold and sweaty. You looked up and met his eye.

"Thank you, again," he said. "I seem to be thanking you many times today."

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. Evidently, however, the sentiment was not fully returned. His gaze flickered away, lips parting as he debated his words.

"I... do not wish to impose myself upon you, my love. As I said earlier, I did not come looking for hospitality. Only a refuge," he said, at last returning to search your expression. Quietly, he added, "only for a little while. I can return home, if that is what you desire."

"V, you can stay as long as you want to. And to let you know I mean it, I'll tell you that I was thinking of what we'll have for dinner, and where you'll sleep tonight," you said. "Um, if you want to stay here, that is."

A soft breath left his chest, and he smiled.

"If it's not too much trouble," he murmured, "I am entranced, being in your presence."

You laughed, your face warming with blush.

"I have noticed you're a little less... talkative?"

"Just captivated by your beauty, my love."

By now, you were sure your face was fully inundated with a thick blush.

Pulling V's arm over your shoulders, you carefully led both of you out of the bathroom and back to the living room, where you set him down on the couch. You bent down and lifted his legs as well, settling them on a pillow on the couch. He made some weak attempt at protesting, but upon seeing your smile, his words fell silent and he graciously accepted your kindness.

You sat down on the floor next to him, your legs curled up beside you as you leaned on the couch seat where he lay.

"I don't really eat meals, so to speak," you explained. "Sorry. I eat a lot of small meals. So I'll... try my best to find something for you to eat. Are you hungry? Is Lebanese food okay?"

"Anything you make will do just fine. Food is sustenance, but by your hands, it will become ambrosial."

A grin crept across your face, growing into laughter.

"What?" He asked flatly.

"Nothing, you're just so... cute," you said, unable to stop smiling.

He grunted, furrowing his brow.

"I'm glad I can be of amusement to you," he grumbled, crossing his arms, before hissing at the weight on his wounded stomach.

You reached up and, taking his arms, placed them at his side.

"You be careful and don't hurt yourself. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll be right over here," you said, pointing to the kitchen across the room. 

"You do not have to 'baby' me."

"I know. I want to," you said, shrugging with a smile.

He chuckled breathily, and eased his body against the cushions.

"Then I will allow you to fulfill your desire, as... fatuous as I may find it," he said.

Your heart, already pacing rapidly in your chest, beat faster and harder as you reached up, brushing his thick braids off and over his shoulders. There were many details made clear without the buzz of an electric screen and faulty camera between you––his long lashes, the clarity of his coloured eyes, the curvature of his nose, the softness of his lips. You allowed yourself to stare, to try and encapsulate his beauty in a moment. It was a losing battle, that you knew when you started, and you finished it with another soft smile and a kiss to his forehead. You stood, and with a last stroke of his face, left for the kitchen.

Each time you closed your eyes, his smile gazing down at you was imprinted; an impression of glowing light, lingering like radiation burns in your mind.

You brought him water before anything, and once again he thanked you for your kindness, holding your hand and staring up at you with those eyes that seemed to melt the sunset. You kissed his hand and wordlessly returned to the kitchen.

Your fridge was almost shamefully barren, but you scrapped together what you had; hummus, baba ghanoush, thomeya, pitta, olives, cucumber, and feta. Each piece you set carefully down on a platter, cutting the cucumber into clean slices, placing clean scoops of the three dips. You stared for a moment, debating if it was adequate enough for V. Part of you imagined he could be elaborate in his meals; another part thought that food was simple nutrients to him. You hadn't ever thought to ask.

Regardless, you had already made your apologies, and so with a constricted chest you took your little plater of food into the living room and placed it down on the table in front of the couch. You sat down where you had been before, kneeling on the ground beside V.

He groaned as he slowly lifted himself into an upright position, his face contorted with discomfort. You quickly helped him, gripping his arm and settling him to rest against the back of the couch.

"I hope it's enough," you said quietly, staring up at him.

"This?" He asked. "It's more than enough, my love. I am happy to be with you. And, maybe some day... I can cook for you."

You giggled, resisting the urge to rub your face against his knee.

"I'd love that," you said.

"What are you doing on the floor, anyway? Is it not uncomfortable?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"I just – thought maybe you wanted some space," you said with a shrug.

"That's ridiculous. Why would I want space?" He asked flatly.

That familiar blush, that warmth, creeped up your neck. You made a noncommittal sound and shrugged again.

"Please," he said, "sit next to me."

You did as asked without a single word.

For the most part you ate quietly, but your small meal was interspersed with V's questions, and you dutifully answered. What you really did for a living, how you came by the server, what you truly thought of all the serial killers you came to know as friends. V ate slowly and little, a behaviour you attributed to his wounds. Likely, he needed sleep more than food, but it was good for him to eat something small anyways.

By the end, he had little strength to eat, much less converse with you. You finished the last of your meal and asked your first question for him.

"Where do you want to sleep?"

"Wherever is best for you... I will be comfortable," he said quietly.

You stared at him, wondering if it was yet appropriate to sleep in the same bed together. But you already knew your answer; whether or not you were together, he would be sleeping in your bed, as it was the most comfortable place in the house. You didn't tell him any of this, of course––you just took him to the bathroom, offered him a new and clean toothbrush (which he took and used), and then brought him to your bedroom. He had seen some of it before in your calls, but there was still a certain nervousness that lingered in your thoughts as you opened the door and placed him on your bed.

He stared at you, and you felt his eyes burning you as you walked around your room, pulling curtains shut and sorting out clothes. Most of your clothes would be too big for him, but you managed to find something large to fit him for the night. You turned, sleep-clothes in hand, to see him still watching you, his hands in his lap and his expression full of starlight.

"I, um... have some clothes for you to sleep in, so you're not sleeping in your slacks," you said quietly, holding out the sweatpants.

"Thank you, my love," he murmured.

Your nerves slipped away from you as you handed the clothes to him, and held your clothes tight to your chest.

"I guess I'll... sleep out on the couch tonight," you said.

His head tilted to the side curiously.

"Why would you do that? This is your bed, is it not?" He said.

"Well, yes, but..." Your throat tightened. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We did just meet today, after all."

"(Y/N)," he set the pants aside, taking your hands instead, "while we may have only physically met this day, we have known each other... our lives, our souls, for much longer. I do not want you to be caught in the idea that we are strangers just meeting. You are my beloved. Unless... unless you do not wish to be so close, so soon. In that case, I understand your apprehension, and accept your decision."

"No, it's not that at all," you said quickly. "Really. I just want you to be comfortable."

"Ah," he hummed, smiling. "In that case, I will be most comfortable in your arms."

You couldn't help it––you giggled, blushing down to your shoulders.

"You're incredibly sweet, you know? It bleeds out. I can't believe I didn't see it before, but, I really wasn't expecting it when we were first talking," you said, staring, enamoured within him.

"Yes, well..." He cleared his throat, glancing to the side. A seriousness overtook his tone, and his eyes steeled. "It's best to keep an even demeanor, especially when dealing with personalities such as those found on goreboy's server. I hope you understand."

"Of course I do," you said, holding his face in your hands and feeling it warm with blush. "And I appreciate your... romanticisms, too. A lot. I love them. I love you."

Warmer. Visibly darker, eyes flickering like jasmine petals falling to the ground from tall branches.

He cleared his throat again.

"I am... happy you feel that way." He looked you in the eye, and managed a smile through his awkwardness. "I love you, as well."

Gently, slowly, you leaned forward, the two of you drifting closer, pulled in by one another's gravity. Like swirling planets, a moon devoted to its earth, an earth devoted to its sun, the sunlight kissing and burning––your lips touched like raindrops, warm on the heated summer cement. You kissed and asked for more, and gave more when asked. Lips like silk against yours.

When you pulled away, you slotted your nose beside his, breathing in and dwelling in his scent and warmth. He did the same, and your heartbeats slowed to intertwine.

"Thank you for trusting me," you whispered, "enough to come to me in your time of need."

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispered in return, "and for loving me. I know it... must not be easy. I am not a common man."

"That's what makes you interesting," you said with a sly smile.

You helped him take off his trousers––not without some struggle, both in physically getting them off and mentally getting over your handicap when it came to being near your dearest Valentin––and settled him in softer clothing. You dressed yourself, and finally tucked him into bed alongside you. He reached for you, still too weak to fully pull you against him, but grasping and longing. You obliged, tucking your body against his.

"Rest well, my dear. You're safe here. I hope you feel better in the morning. I'll redress your wounds, find something for breakfast. But until then, dream sweetly," you said, running your hand over his braids.

He was quiet for a little while––bright eyes staring through the dim light of midnight, unable to meet your gaze, then staring directly into you.

"You are... divine," he murmured.

"And all yours."

[ceralytia]

@jihyunmcweek Day 3: Angst A what if they failed to escape mint eye and V gave MC a goodbye kiss. I always loved the angsty prompt

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Cuddling With The Hubby || Wonderful Art by @roociel

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20 Seconds of Bravery Ch 30

I meant to post this yesterday but I got too busy. Enjoy!

   I opened my eyes and saw how dark it was in the room. Something had woken me up but I wasn't sure what. Then I heard the knocking on the door, and I sat up so quick that V half woke up. "MC? What's wrong?" His voice was laced with sleep as he tried to pull me back to him. "Was it a nightmare?" He sounded a little more awake now that I wasn't answering him.

"No. Someone is knocking on the front door." This really seemed to get his attention because he was already moving off the bed. I got up too and followed him. As we got closer the pounding got louder and I could hear crying on the other side. I moved past V and unlocked the door. V grabbed my arm and I could tell he was worried. "I think it's Saeran." V let go of my arm and looked confused. I opened the door. Sure enough Saeran was on the other side in a pure state of panic. As soon as he saw me he collapsed into me and started sobbing.

"It happened again. They must hate me now." Saeran gripped at my shoulders and I could feel his nails dig through. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"I know Saeran. Come inside and calm down." He nodded and followed me. I heard V close the door behind us, and I knew I was going to have to explain things too him, but first I needed to help Saeran. We walked into the living room and Saeran sat down on the couch. I went into the kitchen where V followed me.

"Is everything ok MC?" I sighed as I got a container of ice cream out of the freezer.

"It will be once he calms down. I'll explain later." V seemed uneasy but he nodded. "If you want to go back to bed you can." V crossed his arms and frowned at me. It was obvious that he didn't want to leave. I felt bad for what I was about to say but it was the truth. "He'll calm down faster if you're not there." V's face filled with sadness and guilt, so I went over to him. "I'm sorry. It's just complicated when Saeran get's like that. It's nothing that you did it's just that he doesn't want anyone to see him like this. I promise to explain it later but right now Saeran needs my help." I reached up and gave him a quick kiss. He still looked dejected but I could tell that he understood.

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Painting with Jihyun~💙 Ahhh I’m so happy on how this turned out!

It all started with a random drawing to help keep my mind off things but it turned to this lololol ~Anywho enjoy this playful V x Mc~

P.S. I finished Ray’s route yesterday and already finished a Saeran x Mc fanart so I’ll post that tomorrow! 💜

And holy shit V looks like Viktor-