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marshmallowprotection · 3 years ago

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Iris

Pairing: Choi Saeran/Reader, 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character

Description: Was there faith in a false paradise with a savior that spilled honey sweet lies to make you agree? There is no life to be found amongst those in a rotting flowerbed, only those clinging to the roots as the world awaits your demise. Why is he still here when others had long been plucked from the dying earth? And better yet, why are you still here after everything, clinging to his roots as if he’ll bring you life? Or is he the one clinging to you?

SE Saeran x Former Believer Reader

Word Count: 6400

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Chapter Eleven

Saeran knew that he was going to be walking into everything that he had been trying to get away from. He knew that nothing he could do would change what was happening, but he had answers he needed and there wasn’t anything that would stop him from getting them. Even if he had to grit his teeth and bite his tongue.

His therapist didn’t think that he should open up about everything with Mint Eye like this after not talking about it before, but ultimately, it was what he decided to do. He hadn’t even talked about it with her more than few times, and he’d never opened up about it to anyone else that he knew, and now—

Now, he was walking into a lion’s den with everything that he had been trying to get away from with no way out. But, you were here in C&R’s building and as much as it pained him to be close to Jumin Han, he needed to understand why you were doing this and how long this had happened to you.

They weren’t supposed to find you or know who you were, and he doubted you sought out the RFA on your own. You always avoided them unless he told you to do something for him to help the mission get done sooner, quicker, and faster. You wouldn’t go looking for anyone. You never wanted to go looking as far as he knew.

It was because of the way he talked about them, and how you never tried to step over what line he had drawn in the sand when it came to his revenge. It was just a fact that he accepted, a reality you had opened into your arms. It was a line that never was crossed. The idea that someone had gotten into the records, despite him deleting everything, made him sick to his stomach. It wasn’t his twin brother.

No, Saeyoung wasn’t that stupid.

Did C&R look through everything?

Who told them about you and why wasn’t he informed?

The thought had made him grind his teeth ever since he heard the news. No amount of trying to drown his thoughts into his ice cream the night prior had done a thing to make matters better in the first place. He was too caught up in the memory of everything that had happened. There were no more chances to bottle up his worries and send them floating down the river to keep himself from drowning.

The water was at his ankles and it was starting to rise faster and faster by the minute, leaving him with nothing to do but stare ahead at the seas of elixir that were coming straight at him. He felt the blood pounding in the back of his head the entire time he made his way through C&R, all eyes lingering on a man that didn’t believe in a business environment with the way that he was dressed.

But he didn’t care that they were looking at him or trying to figure out what he wanted, nor did he care what they thought as he stormed to the top. They could think whatever they wanted of some washed-out, broken down, angry redhead. He didn’t care what people thought of him. He wanted answers and he was going to get them even if he had to put his hands on Jumin Han to get them.

It wasn’t that he hated Jumin Han.

It wasn’t even that he was angry that Jumin Han was so in love with Jihyun Kim that he was doing all of this.

No, he had to be… gracious… that the man did what he was doing to some degree because he was hiding him and his brother from Saejoong Choi. He had taken the mantle from… and he thought it was his duty to take care of it now. It was like a pity party. He was doing it because he knew it’d be better to have an asset. Saeyoung was working with Jumin, he was protecting that company of his with new security tech.

It was a mutual deal as well as a system of pity and burden. Saeran didn’t like that fact and he knew that he had no choice but to deal with it. Had Jumin found you and made a similar deal for reasons that were still beyond his knowing? The more that he thought about it, the angrier that it made him feel by the minute.

You weren’t meant to ever be close to any of this and that choice had been taken away.

He thought of all the ways that he could’ve changed things, that he could’ve done better, but he knew that there was no fixing it. He had planned to keep you away from everyone but it was like the universe was just laughing in his way. Did they force you to come and talk to him? Were you being used as a puppet once again? The idea alone made him want to gag.

The only thing that he knew was whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to be happy with any of this. He never wanted you to be involved with any of this. He had gone out of his way to make sure that nobody would ever try to find you. The only reason that someone would have found you would be if they went out of their way to do it. You were the one good thing about that horrible place. You were the only thing that made him have doubts.

At one point, he could have burned the place down just to make sure that you were alive. It had come close once. It was another one of those things that he didn't want to think about. But at this point, he was at the precipice of having to address everything that he wanted to bury away. With a heavy heart and body that didn't want to go through with it, he found himself standing in front of Jumin Han.

"Where are they?"

"Ah, Saeran… welcome."

—

Those days had passed like a sudden and abrupt whirlwind. Once he had left your kiss, there was nothing that could stop him anymore. He felt the taste of power against his lips and that was all it took for him. That was all it took for Unknown to know that he couldn’t turn back and all things considered, he was pleased with his choices.

He had taken this path for a reason, to get his true revenge, but now he had something worth fighting for that made him see a future beyond the point of his being able to make those morons suffer again.

He had everything in the palm of his hand.

MC had gone into the apartment and was slowly opening the RFA up to everything that he truly wanted. They were opening their hearts and eyes like it was natural. MC was the perfect one to be his eyes and ears. They had no clue about anything around them and they simply smiled, letting a lot of their worries go to the wayside. They overlooked many things and never asked harder notes about them.

They were so innocent that it was almost laughable. They believed in the good in the world, they saw hope and love in their eyes and nothing could stop them. It was a blinding light but you had the power to look at it. It was shiny like his Savior but this light was something different, one of the very things that would work on anyone he wanted. They never saw it coming.

The party coordinator was eating out of the palm of his hand without even knowing the depth of what they were giving him. They would know soon enough, but for now, he was focused on what path they might wind up following. It had only been two weeks since they entered the RFA, but it still wasn’t abundantly clear where they were leaning. They spoke to everyone with the same short but simple thoughts.

Though, whenever he watched their logs late at night, he’d have a disgusting taste in his mouth as the redhead flirted with MC.

The last thing he wanted to see was that moron acting happy and getting anything that he wanted to have. He already had everything and now he was trying to manipulate his eyes. It was just a sick game and he was going to use MC the same way he used the others, and it was all the more reason why he was frothing at the mouth to get rid of him. He didn’t deserve happiness.

He had already robbed Unknown enough and anything more wasn’t going to be his for long. He was going to rip it away, stealing all his playthings and breaking them to pieces. That was the goal and nothing was going to stop him. If MC got too close to him, as disgusted as it made him be forced to read all those logs, it could be useful.

They could rip MC away and make him cry and beg for their safety…

If that happened, he would turn his back on the RFA and bark like a dog if Unknown wanted to. It would be that easy. It would be so easy to make him bend to those whims, and that idea alone was what kept him from destroying another keyboard. As long as he imagined the fate that was going to come for all of them, he could sustain himself for longer and without much qualm. He just had to bear with it.

It wasn’t like he was alone in dealing with this reality.

You were there by his side, now.

That was just the thing, ever since that day where the two of you tangled your bodies together, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He knew that it was teetering on revealing something that he’d been trying to bite back for a while now. He’d already said too much by letting you know why he called you what he did. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let you take a hint, no, he needed to keep you focused on everything that had to be done.

He needed you to be by his side and not know what happened. It was better if you were in the dark compared to him… knowing too much was what got those morons destroyed in the first place, and now he knew full well what he had to do. You were simply lucky that he decided you were worth all of the trouble that came with you. Even if it meant that you saw things he never planned for you to see.

You weren’t looking at his monitor at the moment, now, you were pressed against his lap. Where he had deemed you to be worthy of staying. Your legs hung off of either side of the chair as you let your lips brush against the soft part of his throat, where his jaw met his neck. Neither of you had gotten much sleep the past two weeks since you had to be on top of the mission no matter what was going on, but you were tired from running his errands around Mint Eye for him.

It was still amusing that you would sprint around without care to do so. He had come to know that you would bring him food now and again to keep him from just drinking water to burn off the taste of lingering mints. That was the most that he did for himself, anyway. You were quick to scold him and bark back, which pleased him since nobody else in this damn place wanted to try their luck against him.

That’s why you were here, wasn’t it?

Because paradise had sent you to him.

“You seem preoccupied with your work, Unknown,” your voice spoke in a murmur over the sounds of his fingers pressing against the keys. The tone you used was curious, at best, but at worst, it wanted to test him. “I assume you don’t mind me cutting in. When was the last time you took a break, anyway?”

“You know breaks are a luxury right now, Iris. I don't suppose you’ve somehow found the exact words I need to convince MC to join us whilst you’re so preoccupied with trying to get my damn attention?” Unknown asked.

You chuckled in response. It was a reminder that your lips were touching his skin. If it was anyone else in the world, he would’ve lashed out the second their hands touched him. But, when you got close to him like this, it felt like he was grounded to reality again. You gave him pressure when he needed it the most. You gave him the edge that told him that he was existing in this world.

Delicious tension reminded him of what it felt like to know his body and the feelings alongside it. This was what it felt like to be alive, huh? This was what it felt like to be aware of himself and all of the things around him? He hadn’t felt this in such a long time that it felt like greeting a stranger to his door instead of someone he once knew.

Ever since he pushed the boundaries that he’d set in stone, you started to push them back further and further into a corner. He didn’t mind this time. You two finally agreed on what you wanted and it turned out that you were overcome with the next to be close to the other so badly without any remorse. There was no turning back at that point. Once you kissed and pushed beyond what you had…

It was almost laughable. He never thought that he’d ever want to be close to another person, but you…

You were something special.

You were something different.

You were Iris, after all.

“I told you what I thought, boss,” you responded. The dry tone to your voice was something he expected but he noticed how readily you kissed his throat once more before you comfortably let your forehead rest against the crook of his neck. Your breath tickled his collarbones. “You have to be patient if it’s going to work properly.”

“It’s been damn long enough,” he hissed, his fingers pressed firmer against the spacebar, knowing that it wouldn’t change a thing. “You would think these morons would be falling all over MC at this point if that was the case.”

“Well, they aren’t morons for nothing,” you said.

His patience was run thin and you knew that it was. He had to take care of everything and there was no time to slow down. So, you glanced over your shoulder and noted how the chatroom had just shut down. It meant that they were offline again, and that’s all you needed to know. When they’d finally shut up, they’d be quiet for a while. He didn’t have to ask, he knew what you were thinking at that point.

It was late into the night and that meant that that liar would be awake. He would have his eyes peeled on the servers for anything that he could get his hands on. It didn’t matter what Unknown wanted, he could only work on trying to piece together information for MC and he’d done that so many times already. There was only so much that he could have on them to ensure that things were playing out as they should.

Exhaustion was like a blanket, he would wear it around himself like a cloak without a complaint in his heart. He would always keep working himself harder to get what he wanted. It was normal to fall asleep slumped against his desk with a crook in his neck the next day. That hadn’t changed as he brought you into his workspace. Now if he passed out, your weight would keep him from the gravity that would inevitably pull him down.

The tremor that he once felt in your spine was long gone, replaced by the confidence of someone who had tasted the apple and wanted to come back for more. It was interesting to think how fast you had changed your mind, but you had always seemed adaptable. Your history read as such, it’d spoken of someone who was breakable but functional, he just never thought you’d have a bite to your words.

The most enticing part was how it gave him this surge of emotions. It was like his world wasn’t as barren and mint as he thought it to be. It was something else entirely, bright and warm with those shades of your eyes invading his senses. Even as he felt the burning in the back of his head, this was easier to survive with you around. He had grown numb years ago but tasting what it felt like to be able to have those senses back?

Well, it was intoxicating and he didn’t want to let go of it. Ever since he’d seen your eyes, he had known that he had to have you. You reminded him of something… someone… but he couldn’t figure out why that was, not that it mattered if he wanted something, he was going to grasp at it and never let go of it.

That’s why he was the strongest.

He took what he wanted and he got what he’d desired without so much as a problem. If he had to scream, so be it, but everyone knew what he would do if they disobeyed.

“What do you say about some ice cream?”

“You stole more from the kitchen, didn’t you?”

“You know, if we’re doing everything for paradise, I say that we deserve to have whatever we want whenever we want it, and if I want some ice cream, I’m going to take it. What are you going to do about it? Tattle on me, Unknown? Even after I took my elixir like I was supposed to? Now, that’d be cold-blooded.”

“As if that threat worked before, heh.”

Your mischievous smile was never lost on him. You would behave the orders and the rules without a shadow of a doubt but you would find cracks between the lines where everything else grabbed whatever it was that you wanted. It was no surprise to him to see you pulling apart the lines at the seams over and over again. Perhaps, that’s what it was that interested him in you in the first place.

It was the reality of knowing what it would feel like to see that breakdown again.

Ever since he’d convinced the Savior that neither of you could leave this room unless it was for something important to survival, all of your time had been spent like this. Working together and trying to find ways to figure it out, looking between the lines and then having these moments in which something shifts in the air and the mood changes just as quickly as it began.

Even the feeling of elixir shared between your lips felt different. You weren’t taking the elixir with the rest of the crowd anymore. He made that deal for you with the wave of his hand, growing so tired of being trapped around the useless believers that meant nothing to him. They may have meant something to his Savior but they meant nothing to him. They were useful when they did what he needed but nothing beyond that.

With his regulation, he gave you your dosage at the end of each week, knowing that it burning against your lips would be… an interesting sight. He always watched you curiously, seeing that the pain affected you differently than him. His dosage was stronger, faster, better, larger, and bold for a reason. But, yours was no different than everyone else. You didn’t need what he did. You didn’t have to stay as angry as he did.

Still, there was something about the way that you’d force yourself to drink it all down until nothing remained, your skin stroked with a fever that wouldn’t go away, but it wouldn’t leave you crawling on the floor like a sick dog, begging to be out of its misery. No, you would wind up right in his lap again, breathing the evening out as you dealt with the buzz and aching that came with it until you felt the ability to speak again.

Oftentimes, he’d look away from his skin just enough to look at you in his arms. If things worked outright, you’d be looking at him, your lips still stained an emerald shade. Something would come over him and he would find himself kissing you, the burn of elixir meaning nothing against his lips and tongue as you kissed. Was he doing it for you? Was he doing it for him?

Kissing you was different.

New.

Exciting.

Exhilarating.

It was as if nothing else existed… it was everything and nothing all at once and he’d gotten the bite that he wanted. He couldn’t turn away from the meal, now. It was an intense desire that knew no bounds and he wanted to drown inside of you. He would never think about the grief around him so long as he had you right by his side. He never thought about living like this before, always the first one to shove others away.

However, with you, Unknown felt the selfish desire to taste liberation. You were like the first bite of his paradise cake. You were the angel cake to his devil cake. You were light, airy, and nearly a weightless being who wanted to sweep him away. You pulled him up and he pulled you right back down with a sneer.

He’d never felt this urge before but with you, he wanted to sweep it away, making demands and pressuring others until he could have his paradise with you. That was the goal. He could see and taste the nirvana ahead and all he had to do was keep going. You would support him, and he knew that you would. He had faith in this, in his anger, in your dedication, and in the Savior who let him believe in this.

Something was changing but Unknown hadn’t the slightest clue what it was.

All he figured was that the feeling that you inspired wasn’t outright horrible. It wasn’t like he wanted to feel warm and fuzzy, but your heart was enough to make him remember his goals. It was enough to give him the tools to survive the last moments of a game that had been in the making for over two years now, and nothing was going to stop him.

Nothing.

There wasn’t much he could do at this point but he liked the idea of chasing down this burning taste with the feeling of something sweet. You weren’t wrong… when was the last time he had a drink or something that didn’t lack flavor? It always felt like he was eating white bread laced with a minty aftertaste, and it burned more than it chilled. He could go for something that didn’t make him want to gag this time.

His lips curled into an amused smirk. He could do this, for now, the system would keep doing his upkeep for him as the night drove onward. It wasn’t like those idiots could never unravel his system. His throat was dying to be remedied and this could do enough for now, “So, what prize did you score?”

“I think I’ll let you figure it out after I taste it myself, how’s that sound?”

The way the two of you laughed as the computer continued to eat away the RFA’s severs was not spoken of or noticed. Neither of you bothered to care that the data being chipped away was a part of their livelihoods. This was about you, your salvation, your paradise, your joy, it wasn’t about a single soul but the two of you.

That’s the goal of paradise, Unknown knows this to be true, this reality of eternal bliss was those that tortured you or let it continue would be burning together as you rose to the high ground and tasted the light of the Gods. He wanted that with you, he wanted to see the sky again, it was going to happen.

Even if he had to crush them underneath his heel.

—

There was a crushing feeling on his chest as he found himself back in paradise. His blood was pumping fast and he felt like his head was spinning. The realization of what just happened to him hung over him like a ton of bricks and the feeling of his skin crawling simply wouldn’t stop. It began to crush him hours ago but now that he was back in Magenta, it was like everything had started to catch up with him again.

When had the world spun on its head?

Why did it happen?

Who knew he was coming?

Where was his Savior’s truth when he walked into hell?

What was happening to him?

Oh, of course, just when he thought that he finally had control over everything around him, just as he thought that everything was coming together, and just as he believed in the cause that he’d been able to put his soul into—that damned idiot came in and tried to blow them sky high—he couldn’t stop the tremors anymore, they just came in waves that wouldn’t stop. He didn’t even know how to turn off that feeling.

Unknown had been numb for such a long time and now, he couldn’t turn off any of those feelings as they fizzled to the surface. It made him sick. It made him want to scream, and the only thing he knew how to do was drown his angst in this sensation of elixir until he was too numb to even think again. His Savior had lied to him about what he was walking into and his skin crawled with the lies.

Nothing made sense.

Nothing made sense!

There had been a bomb in that apartment. The switch he had held was only meant to turn off everything and destroy everything that that bastard had. Was this an implication that the Savior wanted to get rid of him and MC?

No, no, that didn’t make any sense. She’d never want to get rid of him when she had the better twin by her side. She had taken him to protect him and foster his anger properly. The liar had abandoned him and the Savior saved him. She wanted him. She wanted to give him what he wanted. She doesn't want to leave him or cast him aside. No part of him wanted to believe that she would put him In Harm's Way for a reason that would hurt him.

But, why had she sent him into that place, ALONE, with the reality that he may lose his purpose and meaning along the way? This clouded every part of him to such a degree that he felt sick, to say the least. He would give his life if he had to, he knew that he would, if it meant that it would bring the suffering of those that hurt him, he would do it without remorse or second thought.

No matter how he tried to wrap his brain around the situation, nothing he did would bring him any of the answers that he wanted. It just didn't make any sense to him. She was supposed to be his Savior and his God. She'd given him a purpose and a goal, but everything was drawing to an explosion. Literally. That hadn't been anything he accounted for. If he knew there was a bomb, he would've hacked the system to lure the redhead in. He would've manufactured the settings to explode upon his arrival. It wasn't the Revenge that he imagined, but if he knew that, he could have used that as a possibility to find his victory.

Any of that would have been better than what he walked into.

Unknown had left you at Mint Eye when he went to collect MC. He tucked you into the bedsheets and left, leaving you to rest after two long days of preparation. He had spent hours working on trying to figure out the exact plan, and you had spent a long time away from him working out those details with the Savior since she wanted a report before it came to be.

So, as things came to the wire, he left you in the bed. The risk of that idiot seeing you made his blood boil. MC would come on their own, he'd thought. He would've talked them through it until they cracked, and that should've given him everything.

Keyword: Should've.

Things were supposed to play out in a specific way and they hadn't.

It was like he shot himself in the foot. He never accounted for any of these possibilities and why would he have? His victory was supposed to be set from the minute he put down his first piece. It was supposed to be written in the stars. The fact that it wasn't, left him in this state of vulnerability that he did not want to be in. He was to be the one that accounted for every possible scenario and had a countermeasure for it.

Unknown never accounted for the situation that he found himself in. He never thought that this would have happened and now all that he could think about was how close he would come to fail.

It felt like his mission had been a fruitless endeavor. He gained nothing but the stream of frustration that he felt. He did not see a way out of the situation that he had put himself into. As much as he needed to think of his next move, the only thing that he could think about was how close he had come.

You wouldn't have known what happened to him until it was too late. You would've rained hell on the RFA for him, alongside the Savior, but… he wanted to be the one that was by your side as everything burned to the ground. He wanted to believe that you saw it the same way and he needed to know. He needed to know why the Savior held information back from him that she must've known. There had to be a reason. There just had to be a reason that made sense.

That's why he made his way to the Savior the second he returned, scraps and cuts littering his arms and legs from both stumbling on the concrete and from the impact of the glass that had cut him on its jagged edges. The pain was nothing. The emotional duress was worse than that. He needed salvation. He needed clarity. He needed to know why this went wrong in the first place.

Despite his body screaming at him every step of the way, he didn't stop walking. He shoved past any believer that got into his way, finding himself in the throne room, his breath haggard and hair askew, gazing up at his Savior as he let his legs cave. He bowed his head as a reflex and felt the burning words eating away at him. It'd been bad enough he failed to bring MC, but he had to deal with this now, too. When were these feelings going to end?

"My Savior, the mission was compromised."

She was quiet.

However, he could hear her as she rose to her feet, heels clicking against the hard tile as she did.

She was waiting for him to explain himself in detail before she would give him her response. She wasn't going to demand him, no, she expected him to understand what the silence meant. He had learned a long time ago what was expected of him. Even as his body was trembling, it was drilled into him to think of this first.

"That liar… cheated the game and had time to plan. He had extra security measures in place that I wasn't… prepared for. Nothing in the system that I was able to get my hands on warned me about this possibility. You said it was full-proof, my Savior. I don't understand how this happened," his voice was as bitter as it always was, but the confusion was eating away at him. It left him unwieldy and scared, lost and upset. He didn't feel like himself anymore at all.

His words dissolved into nonsense. "He cheated! He lied! He somehow had the time to add extra measures to the apartment security before I could get to MC, and he had a fucking bomb! Savior, why didn't you tell me that he had a bomb planted?! I could've— used that to destroy him— I could've gotten rid of MC to break him— I don't understand how he had a bomb rigged inside! You said that this switch could destroy everything he cared about not— not that it— I don't know what you expected."

"I thought we were in this together. Why was there a bomb? My life was at stake and if I had died— My revenge would've never been fully complete. That traitor wouldn't pay! Even if the liar is dead, what good is that if the traitor walks away?! No one can hack as well as I can! Nobody! What would paradise do without—"

What would you do?

His Savior's hand rested against his shoulder with a firm press. He lifted his head, dazed eyes lost with frustrated tears as if he was a child who had lost everything all again, and yet, his anger burned over it. She was dangerously calm. He was starting to realize what he had said in his mutterings and he realized the clear mistake. He wanted to know but he hadn't meant to imply…

Unknown grit his teeth, "No, no, no, no! I know you would never lie to me. You didn't know this would happen. My Savior, you've only given me the keys to my goals. Forgive me for speaking out of turn. Seeing that bastard as he dared to kill the two of us so we would rot in hell together, it—"

"Saeran," his true name, familiarly left her lips. It had been a while since she had spoken his name. It had been years since he had that name deemed enough to refer to him as. It made him feel sick because that liar had pleaded it like the monster he was, but his Savior was trying to cleanse the name. She was helping, right?

"Yes, my Savior?"

"You have faith in me, do you not?"

"...Always, my Savior."

"Do you believe in paradise? Do you give your heart to Mint Eye? To Magenta? To the loyal Believers? To C404? Is it not your goal to have your greatest desire granted by side?"

"Of course, my Savior. That's all I want. You know how loyal I am, I've given everything to our paradise, to your paradise—" The tattoo on his arm was his proof. He could do all of the desires expected of him. He was going to do them. It was his purpose in life. It was all he was meant for.

One of her open palms lifted to caress his bruised cheek, her emerald eyes watching him with such intensity, "Then, why do you have doubts? I would never withhold information from you. You are indeed the strongest and prioritized believer. You are meant for a great deal and I would never have intended for you to walk into such a dangerous trap. It is just like that child to change his ways… you're right to be upset about what he did. Not only did he steal your life and your freedom, but he was greedy enough to get rid of you to make sure that no one would ever find out. Oh, my poor child. Whatever will I do with you? The liar has never cared. He always wanted you to die."

That made sense.

Right?

"The switch I kicked it to you was intended to shut down the power. It would give you all the time to remove the party coordinator from the situation. It appears as though he did change the game. Instead of shutting down the entire system, he decided to adapt and implement something violent," the Savior sighed. Though the gentleness of her hand did not leave. "You failed me, Saeran. But worry not, I will never abandon you or try to get rid myself of you. Even if they change the game and trick you, I will always be by your side. You came back to Paradise alive, isn't that what matters? You've no need to throw a tantrum."

Though his breath was still heavy, and he could feel every ounce of himself breaking down, her words were the only thing keeping him afloat at that moment. It felt like he was starting to make sense of everything but there was still a heavy amount of doubts in his heart.

Why would she lie to him? She was right. She would never lie to him. He was overreacting. He was simply angry. Why was he worried? It didn't make sense. Everything was supposed to start making sense and now it was just blowing up in his face.

"I would never lie to you. After all, you're the only one I can trust, Saeran," she murmured with a smile. It didn't reach her eyes but neither did his smile whenever he did. It was something they had in common. "This failure falls on the liar. We can use this relation to our advantage. We can lure him in this way and use him. There is still potential with our plan. You need to think ahead, and not with your childish whims, understand? I let you have so many luxuries that others are not afforded, and I expect you to give everything you have in return. It's a simple request. I need you to devote yourself to making a new plan. If you can do this, I won't need to punish you or C404."

As her words hung heavy on him, every single one of them did not miss a beat. He was well aware of the way the darkness hid away her features as she spoke with such sincerity of her thoughts. "After all, you and your assistant are in this together. Your failures are attributed to the other, as well, Saeran. I don't want them to be cleansed so soon. I have a feeling you don't want that, either. Not after they were the only non-traitor amongst the gardeners."

It was a threat.

His Savior was threatening your livelihood in the same breath as comforting him from his near-death experience. He didn't say another word after that. He just bowed his head and listened to everything that she had to say until she let him go.

It was after this moment that Unknown found himself staring at the bottles of elixir that he'd gotten for you, and he dumped them into the patch of wilting Daffodils, ignoring the ways that his body screamed at him for turning his mind against the Savior's whims. Nothing at all made sense anymore, but one fact didn't change:

Unknown refused to let you be punished for anything the liar did to him, even if it meant doing something he would never do for himself. Turn against his Savior's word.

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gureishi · 4 years ago

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prompt 2 with v tysm take care of you ^^

Thank you for this wonderful request, and apologies for taking my time writing it!

I thought a whole lot about this prompt and Jihyun and my mind said PINING and I wrote this long, sprawling thing. It’s a slightly different format from my other requests—I hope you don’t mind! Writing this made me feel all kinds of things. ♡♡

two: fall into yours arms again

JihyunxReader, G, words: 3620

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97 days

It’s windy today.

You wake up late and throw open the window that you can reach from your bed. The sun’s already high in the sky and beating down through the thin, gauzy curtains. You need to buy new curtains.

The window sticks; you push; it opens. The cool breeze whips through your hair, in stark contrast to the sun—nauseatingly hot and dry. The wind cools your neck, wipes away the last remnants of what you suspect was a nightmare.

Though it’s June, the air still smells of spring. The azaleas in the community garden down the street have wilted, but some of their fragrance is in the air today, and it startles you, spins your head around.

He left in March and the chaos of April and May have been locked away in your memory, behind a wall that says think about this later. Now it’s undeniably summer, the days lengthening, your tendency to sleep through the morning worsening. Time has slowed: the afternoons feel languid and the nights unbearably long. You stretch, letting your shirt—his shirt—fall off your shoulder. It’s long lost its scent by now, grown softer as you’ve slept in it, worn it while cleaning up the little loft you once lived in by yourself. You lived here what feels like forever ago, before you made the misguided decision that led to your life turning upside down and now, somehow, righting itself in ways you still don’t understand.

“I miss you,” you mouth into the wind.

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191 days

When you get home you’re shivering, underdressed and underprepared for the turn in the weather. You turn the key in the lock, shoulders hunched against the cruel chill that has abruptly permeated your quiet little neighborhood.

You slip inside and shut the door, the wind chimes jangling harshly. You toss your things haphazardly to the side—keys, bag, sunglasses, coffee cup. Everything you needed for the day except a stupid jacket.

The house is cool, too—the wood floors retain some of the warmth of summer but you haven’t turned the heat on yet out of some convoluted mixture of stubbornness and frugality. You shrug on your thickest, floppiest sweater and move through the house, closing the windows one at a time. You shouldn’t have left them open to begin with.

You survey the mess you’ve made: bag spilling out onto your multicolored shag rug, sunglasses hanging over the hand-painted lamp on the side table. You decide to leave them there.

As you so often do lately, you slip into the well-worn chair at your small desk in the corner, under the little window that faces north. You rub your hands together, gaze at the growing pile of paper, stacked precariously high. You know there’s work to be done, emails to be answered—instead, you pull a new sheet of paper toward you, begin a letter than can never be sent.

“How are you?” you write. “It’s getting cold here. I hope it’s warm where you are.” You pause, well-chewed pen cap in your mouth. Scrawl the words you know he won’t read on the paper you have no way to send to him. “I think about you,” you write. “Every single day.”

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277 days

You laugh and wave and laugh again as you see the grey cloud your warm breath makes in the air.

You call out a last goodbye toward your friends’ receding backs and then wrap your scarf more tightly around your neck, feeling the cold more strongly now that you’re alone. You make your way back through your neighborhood, stopping only to pet the head of the tabby cat that your down-the-street neighbor lets roam free. The sun is setting—the midday chill is turning to a biting evening cold.

You approach your little loft: open the gate, half-run down the path. When, you think, will this feel like a home again? How long, you wonder, till this feels more real that those two weeks that are still illuminated in your memory, brighter even than the events of yesterday or last month or last summer?

Automatically, you check your mailbox. Automatically, you riffle through the bills you can just barely pay and the magazines subscribed to by the apartment’s former occupants. At the very bottom, there’s an envelope, one side covered completely in stamps. You climb the steps, peering at it curiously. You recognize the writing.

You trip.

You should get back up and go in the house and turn on the lights—open the letter where it’s warm and bright. But instead you stay right where you are, on the bottom step, jacket twisted up under you. You tear off one mitten, your hands shaking a little, and open the envelope.

“Dearest,” he’s written. “I don’t know if I’ve sent this the right way or how long it will take to reach you.”

There are already frozen tears on your eyelashes, blurring your vision. You wipe them away frantically with your other hand, still engulfed in your warm, chunky mitten.

“There’s no regular post office where I am so I had to improvise,” he goes on. His thin, messy scrawl is the same as you remember it. You can feet your heartbeat in your fingertips. “Still, that’s no excuse. I’ve written so many letters to you and thrown so many away. I never knew where to begin. I hope you can forgive me.”

The tears are falling hard and fast now, and you give up on wiping them, squinting to read the minuscule letters he’s crammed onto one single sheet of paper.

He describes where he’s staying in detail. It’s beautiful and evocative and you can tell that he’s stalling.

He asks after you—how your work has been going, how you’ve settled back into your own home, if you’ve been eating well. He asks after the RFA too, one at a time, by name. This answers a question that’s been lingering in the back of your mind—so it’s true, you think. He’s written to no one else.

The final paragraph is neater that the rest, as if he’s written and re-written it, practiced and copied it over.

“I am trying to live in the present moment and not worry over the future,” he says. “But every night I can’t help but imagine the life we could have together, when we are both ready. Do you imagine it too?” Your eyes are blurry with tears. “I miss you,” he writes, and you mouth the words as you read them, almost able to hear them in his sweet, gentle voice.

“If you don’t feel like writing me, I’ll understand,” he says. “But I’ll be at this address for some time, so please do write, if you like.” You think of all the letters, the ever-growing pile on and under your desk. You giggle through your tears, imagining how much it would cost to send them all.

He signs the letter “Yours.” At the bottom he’s added cramped letters, so small you have to bend over, nose almost touching the paper, to read them. “By the way,” he writes. “Please call me Jihyun.”

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352 days

To you, March will always be him: the sudden rain showers in the midst of sunny days are his eyes and the scent of plum blossoms in the air is the indescribable warmth of his arms.

There’s a string of pictures now above your bed—you’ve hung each one that he’s sent, strung them up on a piece of bright green yarn. When you told him you’d started doing this, he began sending them with a hole already punched in the top—delicate, perfectly round, just the right size.

You sit on the floor, bare legs extended in front of you, a book propped on your lap.

“All the snow has melted except for the one, long icicle outside my window,” you write. “I think I’ve grown attached to it, and I’ll be sad when it’s gone.”

Your letters have grown longer over the months—his last was five whole pages, front and back. He sends photographs he’s taken of the beautiful landscape where he’s living and sketches he’s made, mostly of nature—and a few of you.

He includes vague references to his companion, and though he’s never mentioned him by name, it’s become clear to you who he’s with. It’s brought you immense comfort to know—if not in much detail—that he is alive and well.

“Tomorrow I’ll be seeing everyone,” you write. “I know you both still need more time, but not being able to give them any news is killing me. Not everyone is doing so well, you know.” You bite your lip, consider crossing off the last few lines. You don’t. He’s healing—and you’d give anything in the world to ensure that he has the space and time he needs. That they both do. But the time you spend with the other members has been dwindling and the evidence of their suffering—some of them more than others—is becoming abundantly clear.

“I think I want to have a party,” you write. “Not for months, maybe longer, but I want to start thinking about it. I think it might help.”

You sip from the glass of water you’ve set on the floor next to you, swirl it around a little to listen to the sound of the ice clinking.

“I miss you desperately,” you write. “And I love you, Jihyun.”

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478 days

The song that plays through your headphones is soft and pretty, not nearly loud enough to drown out the shouting of the street vendors and the overall atmosphere of chaos. It’s Sunday, and you’ve ventured into the city to shop. You don’t love the crowds or the fast pace, but you do relish the savory scents drifting from food stalls and the feeling of your thin pants swooshing against your legs.

You hoist the two large fabric grocery bags up; they’re nearly slipping out of your sweat-slick hands again. The mid-afternoon July sun beats down on you. You slow your pace.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve gotten a letter. This isn’t shocking—he’s staying somewhere new now, and it’s even more remote than before. He has to travel into town to mail his letters, so the gaps between them have grown longer. You’re used to it, but you still can’t help feeling like a cold hand is clenching around your heart whenever you check the mailbox and find it empty.

You reach the train station, grip both bags with one hand so you can tap your card. You go through the motions: standing in the station, boarding the train. As you have so many times, you repeat the words of his last letter in your mind. You know it by heart.

“I bought plane tickets last week,” he wrote. “He hasn’t been feeling well the last few days and we decided together to cancel them.”

This isn’t a first either—the tickets bought, the tickets cancelled. And you know that it isn’t just Jihyun’s “companion” who needs more time. They are both still healing—physically, mentally, emotionally.

“Please tell me when you decide on a date for the party,” he wrote. “I’m sorry to hear the plans aren’t going smoothly. And I’m sorrier that I can’t offer the other members some solace—particularly where it concerns him. I must respect his wish for privacy.”

The train is packed; you set your bags at your feet so you can hold on. The gentle rocking motion is familiar; the air conditioning is a relief.

“I saw a flower yesterday that I couldn’t identify. It was raining here, but the flower’s petals were open. I was afraid it would wilt from the force of the rain, but it didn’t. I watched it for a long time, and saw the raindrops collect inside it. I thought of you.”

The train rumbles to a stop. More people get on. You adjust. A new song plays in your headphones—it’s slow and a little melancholy.

“Every morning I imagine the things I will do with you in our bright and beautiful future,” he wrote.

The train picks up speed again. Sweaty people read newspapers and speak quietly to one another, underscored by the gentle music in your ears. You close your eyes.

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555 days

You run to catch the bus, the leaves crunching delightfully under your feet. It’s pulling into your stop as you’re crossing the street and—why does this always happen?—you bow your head and sprint, waving frantically at the driver.

The driver sees you. Smiles. Waits.

“Thank you,” you pant, jumping the steps two at a time.

“It’s okay. I remember you.”

Ouch.

You stumble to a seat and collapse into it. If you’re late for the bus often enough that the driver remembers you, you’ve really got to try and pull yourself together.

You comb a hand through your sweaty hair. It’s hard, as it turns out, planning an RFA party while keeping up with your old life—you’ve got one foot in the world of working and cleaning and paying bills and the other in the world of CEOs and mysterious guests and anonymous donors.

As you’re catching your breath, you pull the newest letter from your bag. It arrived just this morning—perhaps that was why you almost missed the bus again—and you’ve only read it once so far. You scan the page with eager eyes, searching as you so often do for clues and hints and promises hidden between the lopsided words.

“I made a painting today,” he tells you. “I won’t describe it to you, because I want to show it to you in person.”

But when? you want to ask. You can’t help the frustration that’s creeping under your skin. The bus rocks; you lean your head against the window.

“I’ve realized something,” he writes. “I wonder what you think about it. I feel closer to you than I’ve felt to anyone before. And yet every day I find things I still don’t know about you, because of our circumstances. What are your favorite things to eat? What smells make you reminisce about the past? What music makes you sleepy?”

You sigh, fold up the letter. It’s true, you think. You love him with a warmth that encompasses your whole being—a feeling you’d never even dared to imagine. But how does his face look in the morning when he sleeps through his alarm? Which groceries does he always forget to buy?

You don’t write these questions down. Instead you turn over the letter, scribble on the back.

“The party will be March 24th.”

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641 days

It hardly snows this winter, but it rains. The sound of the rain fills your dreams: it pounds on the roof of your little apartment, and you wake up and run to the kitchen to check that the window is closed. It fills your waking hours, thrumming on your giant umbrella as you navigate the narrow streets of the city. When it lets up, you still hear it, humming in your eardrums, reverberating inside your chest.

You sit at your desk again. No longer is it covered in stacks of paper, records of yearning—those letters have been long sent or put away in pretty boxes with colored lids. Your laptop buzzes, hopelessly trying to cool itself down. You press send and cut the frightening number of messages in your inbox down by just one more.

You lean back in your chair. The rain goes tap tap tap on the roof and you rub your sore neck. It’s a Friday night and even in this weather, you can hear the distant sounds of people gathering at the bar on the corner. You open another email.

“I’m working hard,” you wrote in your last letter to him. “Sometimes I feel that I can barely keep up with it all. Other times I’m sure I’m burying myself in all of this work on purpose, making myself busy so I don’t have to feel lonely.”

You scan the email with expert eyes, dash off a quick reply. Both are true, you suppose—planning a proper party, not one hastily thrown together in a few weeks under extreme circumstances, is a full-time job all on its own. But you are lonely, you think, taking a break to stretch your arms over your head. There are people around you all the time, but your chest feels hollow. “I’m taking good care of myself,” you wrote to him last week. “I do feel fulfilled. But…”

But you can no longer re-create in your mind the exact way that he smells, the sweet freshness of nuzzling your face into his shoulder. You can’t always hear his voice clearly in your mind when you read the sweet, beautiful words he writes to you. “I love you like the way the ocean crashes into the rocks and then spills peacefully over the sand,” he writes. “Does that make sense?”

It does.

You shake your head to clear it, type a few brief, carefully-worded lines.

“I’m ready,” you say out loud, and the words echo in your apartment: warm and cluttered and bright and full to the brim with thoughts of him. “I’m ready when you are.”

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702 days

For the first time, you wait to read his letter.

You find it in the mailbox as you’re leaving in the morning and you whisper “patience” to yourself as you walk to the bus. You wait at the light, you cross the street. You sit at the bus stop for two whole minutes before the bus arrives and the driver raises his eyebrows at you in surprise.

“Patience,” you whisper to yourself again as you exit the bus, breathing in the fresh, early-spring air. And “patience,” you think, as you greet the venue manager and listen to her running through the event checklist for what feels like the eight hundredth time.

“Almost,” you tell yourself as you leave, taking a picture on your phone of the orange and purple sky. You board the bus again, watch the sunset fade into star-speckled navy through the smudged window.

“Now,” you say out loud as you unlock the door to your flat, hanging your light jacket and keys on the hooks you’ve recently mounted by the door. “Now.”

You tear into the letter as you make your way to the bedroom, turning on lamps as you go, bathing the room in amber light.

You pull out the paper and your hands, steady all day, start to shake. You hold it up to the light. It’s shorter than usual. He’s written your name at the top and he’s answered your questions, described a walk he took on the waterfront yesterday, offered updates on the plants growing beside the house where he’s staying.

And at the bottom, he’s sketched a picture in light blue ink. His lines are soft and wavy, but the details are clear: it’s two plane tickets. They’re dated.

You inhale sharply.

Thirty-two more days.

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734 days

It’s warm, but not too warm. The lights are dim, but not too dim. The air is lightly scented like spring flowers and rain, but it’s not overwhelming, and the chatter of the crowd is enthusiastic and warm.

In other words, you’ve done a very good job.

You step onto the balcony for a moment, patting your red cheeks with both hands. You’ve been receiving compliments all night and it’s made you feel like you’re floating several centimeters off the ground. You’re proud of yourself—you worked hard for this.

But as the night’s worn on, your anticipation has built to a fever pitch, and you have to keep reminding yourself to breathe. If he were arriving on any other day, you’d be meeting him in private— and would you feel more or less nervous, then? You can’t decide.

But of course it’s today, because the most important events of your life always seem to coalesce around each other. There’s a beautiful garden surrounding the party venue and you take comfort in the ivy wrapped around the wrought-iron trellis; it reaches almost as high as your eye level and its balance of sturdiness and delicacy gives you strength.

You slip back inside, take in the groups of expensively-dressed people clustered around tall, elegant tables. There’s a string quartet in one corner and a mouth-watering array of hors d’oeuvres arranged toward the back wall.You straighten out your clothes surreptitiously, sneak a peak at the clock, flash a bright smile at the nearest group of guests .

And then, for a reason you��ll never be able to explain, you know what’s about to happen. Your eyes fly to the door. You gravitate toward it like a moth to a lamp and you know no one else has noticed but somehow you feel that the room has quieted for you.

The door opens. Your hands fly to your mouth.

“Hi,” he says.

He’s always been spring to you but it’s as if he’s brought summer with him. He’s taller than you remember and his collared shirt is open and he’s got the warmest smile you’ve seen in your whole life. Your thrill and worry and hope are reflected in his bright eyes.

He holds out a hand—cautiously, as if afraid you’ll float away. You take it and his fingers are soft and cool, like the petals of a flower.

“Welcome home,” you say. “Jihyun.”

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spacesquidlings · 5 years ago

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A Day In The Life

There had been nothing entirely special about the day.

Although if MC was being honest, everyday was special with Jihyun. Every small moment folding laundry and drying dishes or singing off-key to her favourite songs. As long as they were moments shared with him, they were special.

The sky had been overcast when she’d awoken, and it had started drizzling by the time they’d both managed to drag themselves from bed. She’d wrapped her blanket around her head, and Jihyun had tucked his chin on her shoulder, his hands around her waist as she’d stood in front of the stove, staring down at the food frying in the pan.

“Can you boil the kettle?” She’d asked, and he’d hummed in acknowledgement, but hadn’t moved until she’d nudged him in the side with her elbow.

“Can you please boil the kettle?”

He’d whined softly, but he’d pulled away, filling the kettle with water and flicking it on.

She’d sang thank you to him, flipping the bacon sizzling on the pan, the sound almost drowned out by the beating of the rain against the windows.

He’d shuffled back over to her, pressing his face against the back of her head, his hands going back around her waist, and she’d been barely able to stop herself from giggling.

When he was tired, when sleep still clung to him, as it did now in the grey mist of the rainy morning, he was extremely cuddly. So incredibly cuddly, demanding hugs and to be held for as long as he possibly could. She would awake some mornings to him pressed against her back, his arms around her waist and his face pressed against the crook of her neck. Others he would nuzzle the side of her face softly until she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair as he dozed.

Some mornings he would whine when she tried getting up before him, coaxing her back to bed, back into his arms where he would scatter kisses across her brow as they lay there until the room turned golden from the sun’s light pouring through the window.

And other mornings, not that much different than today’s, he would cling to her as they both clambered from bed, trailing behind her with his arms around her waist for as long as he possibly could.

And it wasn’t like she could tell him to stop. Not when it was so completely adorable; when it was so soft and sweet, sending light and happiness cascading through her.

He would mumble quiet I love you’s against her neck, and she would feel her heart melting, her legs growing a little weak as soft kisses chased after his words against her skin.

Which was exactly what he’d been doing that morning as she’d tried making them breakfast.

He slid his face from the back of her down to her neck,trailing kisses down to the spot between her shoulder and her neck, humming as his embrace had grown tighter.

She’d managed to drag him to the couch when the food had finished cooking, and he’d held her in his lap as they’d eaten.

It had made trying to eat very difficult, as she’d had to balance her plate on her knee and avoid jamming her elbow into his side. And he’d had to set his own plate down beside them on the couch. But it had been worth it just to be so close to him, especially when he’d still been sleepy and snuggly. It had been so adorable her heart had melted.

Eventually though, he did wake up fully, and as the sun continued its journey through the sky, they continued through the day. He’d pressed a fleeting kiss to her cheek as he’d gotten up. Then he’d gotten ready to head out to his studio, wanting to finish up some of his pieces.

Which had left her to go about her own day. A few errands and her own work to be done. Chords that needed finishing and a new chapter that needed editing. She’d resigned herself to sitting in the little office they had decorated for her together, and she’d opened one of the windows to let the cool air in.

Birdsong had danced into the room, and she’d found her focus straying from her edits and her scribbled music notes to the paintings that dotted the rose-petal pink walls of the room. Paintings Jihyun had gifted her, little sketches he’d done late at night while she’d read to him, paintings they had done together; ones he claimed were beautiful despite how much she lacked the same skills he possessed.

She’d looked at the pictures, imagined sitting next to him as he made each brush stroke, bringing the pale cream canvas to life with the paint and his own light and the brightness of his love and passion.

That was how it always went, though. She would sit with her window open and listen to the music of the world and she would bask in the warmth of the sun as it enveloped her, as it coaxed music and rhythms and stories from her heart. But inevitably she would always end up thinking of her husband. Wishing he was here with her. Thinking of his laugh and his smile and his warmth, so very much like the suns.

And then soon the day had turned to evening, the sky staining a rosy pink and crimson and a deep, burning gold. And then the door to her office had creamer open and footsteps had padded across the floor, followed by the gentlest of kisses to her brow. A warm I missed you murmured into her hair, and she’d felt such pure joy overflowing in her heart and through her being.

Then it had been making dinner, and praying she didn’t burn anything again. And Jihyun carefully taking the knife from her when she almost cut her finger chopping vegetables. Again.

Dinner was an event that always seemed to vary, too. Some days they managed to make something strangely grand, almost gourmet if either of them had any real talent in cooking. Other days it ended up a tragic affair and they both debated ordering takeout.

Today it fell somewhere in the middle. The vegetables were overcooked and they hadn’t used nearly enough spices, but they’d cooked the prawns to perfection and the sauce had turned out better than MC could have hoped.

They washed the dishes together as the sun began its final descent, staining the sky in golds and blushing pinks. And when the first stars bloomed in the deep indigo of the night sky, they curled up together on the couch, their biggest, softest blanket tucked around them.

MC flicked through different shows idly, a romance drama one minute and an action-adventure the next. Beside her, Jihyun sketched in one of his many notebooks, his other arm slung around her waist.

The sketchbook was propped against his knee, and when she peeked over she could see he was in the midst of sketching out a landscape covered in trees and flowers, the sun rising above it all. And in the corner, leaning against one of the trees, was what looked like a couple cuddling together, looking up at that beautiful rising sun.

It was shaded in the slate grey of his pencil’s lead, and yet MC could feel the warmth from that sun on her face. Could feel the breeze that rustled through the foliage of the trees. Could smell the gentle perfume of the blooming flowers that curled around her like a song.

“It’s wonderful,” she said.

Jihyun shifted his gaze, peering down at her from the corner of his eyes. He smirked, arching a brow. “It’s not even done yet.”

“But I love it,” she insisted. Truly, she loved everything he created, every stray doodle and every resplendent painting.

His face flushed, turning a soft pink, reminding her of the sky at dawn. “Thank you, love.”

She beamed up at him, earning another bright smile in return, the colours in his cheeks deepening.

He moved on to sketching a new scene when he finished shading in that first picture, making it look like the sunlight was embracing the small couple in the corner of the picture. MC watched in awe, the show she’d settled on all but forgotten, as he brought the blank paper to life. As he filled it with another landscape, this one of towering mountains that brushed against a starry sky. There was a lake at the base of the mountain, and he made it seem like the water rippled, blurring the stars reflected in its depths.

“What should I draw next?” He asked, flipping his sketchbook to a new, blank page.

MC hummed, tapping her finger against her chin. “How about mermaids.”

He laughed, but he didn’t object, and she watched as he quickly sketched out a pretty looking mermaid with long, flowing hair, surrounded by little fish and seahorses.

“A unicorn,” she requested next, smooshing her cheek against his chest as she snuggled closer.

Jihyun obliged, adding a few small pixies into the drawing, hovering above the unicorn like sparkles.

He took a few more of her silly requests, smiling brighter as she made more and more ridiculous suggestions.

Faeries at a ball. A redraw of her favourite meme. A swarm of tiny birds carrying away a car. At least three more mermaids.

He set his sketchbook to the side when they both began yawning, sleep pulling at their minds.

“Bed?” He asked, and she nodded sleepily against his side.

She was still snuggled against him, and she was almost too comfortable to move from the couch, to make the short trek to their bedroom, but he took her hand, pulling her from their nest on the couch as he stood.

“Come on,” he said, tugging her along.

MC trailed after her husband, her eyes feeling heavy as he guided her back to their room, as he helped her get ready for bed, as he pulled back the bedsheets and tucked her in before climbing in himself.

And now she was nestled against her husband, her head tucked beneath his chin. He’d pressed a few sleepy kisses to her face after he’d turned off the lights, and then another few to the top of her head as he’d wrapped his arms around her, as he’d pulled her against his chest.

Now she smiled, listening as his breaths grew slower, more even. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm beneath where her hands lay against his chest, and it reminded her of a lullaby. Soft and quiet and soothing, his presence lulling her to sleep.

This was how most of her days ended. With her falling asleep next to Jihyun, feeling oh so warm and oh so happy as the world melted away, as the last thing she thought of was how warm he was, of how much she loved him.

The day had been much like any other day, and there hadn’t been anything particularly special about it. They’d gotten up, they’d lived their lives, and then they’d gone to bed.

But she truly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because it was a day she got to share with her husband, with Jihyun, and that made every day special.

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justanotherfluffreader · 4 years ago

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Jihyun Week 2020 Day Three | Prompt- Fate/Ocean

TW: Attempted suicide (Please don’t read if you think you’ll be triggered, and if it seems like I’m romanticizing this topic, feel free to send me an ask and i’ll take it down)

Also, sorry for posting late :/

“Come on back, MC! We’re going home now!” your mother called out. Your family was at the beach together, and now it was time to go back home.

“Aw, just 5 more minutes? Please?” Seven-year-old you begged your mother, with the cutest face and voice you could muster.

She gave in, and you smiled, running back down to the ocean. Suddenly, there was this beautiful shell, and you immediately knew you had to go and grab it before anyone else.

You swam towards the shell, the amazing thing always just out of reach. Finally, you grasped it, but you realized something.

You about to be crushed by a giant wave.

You screamed, and got plunged into the ice-cold water.

You opened your eyes, and saw a blurry, blue-haired boy above you. Your mother was standing next to him, terrified. You were laying on the dock, the little ridges in the wood digging into your shoulder blades.

“Who- who are you?” you asked groggily.

“I’m Jihyun. You almost drowned there!”

You smiled. “Jihyun’s a nice name,” you thought aloud.

“Also, you dropped your shell,” Jihyun said, smiling. “It’s really pretty, like you.”

You smiled, and your mother grabbed your hand.

“Come on, now we really need to go home.”

You looked up at her, and then back at Jihyun. You waved at each other, and walked away.

You took a deep breath. Fidgeting with the necklace you made with the shell you found in this very ocean, you looked out onto the waves. The water was particularly rough today, making the chances for your wish higher.

There was a note left back at your apartment, if anyone wanted to read it. You had your last wishes all sorted out, and now you could free the world from your presence without anything holding you back.

You looked around one more time, and jumped off the dock and into the crashing waves.

You could hear faint voices around you, and everything got sharper and clearer as you slowly opened your eyes.

“I shouldn’t be here...” you mumbled as you felt the little ridges in the dock again. You looked around, and saw a blue-haired man crouching above you.

“You almost drowned here! You should be more careful next time.” He said, helping you up.

“You look a bit familiar...” you trailed off, trying to remember where you saw the blue-haired man.

“That’s a nice shell necklace,” he continued. “It reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago.”

“Ji-Jihyun? Is that you?” you quickly realized that this was the same person who saved you last time on the beach, the same caring- but now dulled- eyes and vibrant hair.

“Wait... you’re the girl from last time!” he exclaimed, surprised to see you again.

“Huh. So it really is you.” you looked at him again, mentally comparing the man in front of you to when he was a lot younger, maybe even the same age as you.

“I guess it’s just like fate, huh?” Jihyun chuckled. “So anways, why were you in the water?”

You flinched slightly, and told him that you were trying to commit suicide.

“Oh,” Jihyun’s cheerful face darkened, and he frowned. “I’m- sorry you went through all that.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

“You look pretty cold. Do you want to come over to where I live and dry off?”

You shivered, and nodded.

Jihyun continued to help you with those dark thoughts, and you battled them together. He had helped you so much, and you had helped him. You eventually met the other RFA members, and they welcomed you into the group with open arms.

“MC, come with me.” Jihyun grabbed your hand as you finished getting dressed, and you looked at him in confusion. You two walked around the city, and he led you to the place where so many memories were made.

The beach.

“MC, I know that it’s been a really rough time for a while, but-” he knelt down. “Will you allow me the privilege to stay by your side and help you forever?”

Tears threatened to spill from you eyes, and you accepted. The two of you smiled, and you walked around the beach together. In the place where you first met.

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frekydeki · 6 years ago

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Consider this, my friends

Kim Jihyun smothering you with affection from across the club with only his mint eyes shadowed over in a look you never see. He is lounging at a large circular table with Jumin and Yoosung chatting, and you are perched at the bar, sandwiched between Zen and Jaehee, waiting for your drinks. Realize how Zen’s talking is drowned out as you concentrate on Jihyun’s tongue tracing his top lip before sucking in his bottom lip and biting down ever so slightly... His gaze is intense, a smirk permanent on his lips, his jaw-length hair being pushed back by his hand before it falls back down tickle the sharp line of his jaw. The look in his eye, the color of them, is screaming how he is dominating you, undressing you and fucking you on that bar with just his eyes; you almost feel like your drowning in the way his mouth is nearly dripping with lust for you... And you can’t help but notice the way your mint haired boyfriends lips curve up ever so slightly, the way his face is making you wonder just what is going through his head; what sort of things is he imagining while letting those hungry eyes trace the curves of your body?

Little do you know, Jihyun has abandoned his caution. He’s thrown away his hesitation, and tonight, you’re going to experience a Kim Jihyun you never knew existed. He’s been a gentle boyfriend to you, he’s been careful to not take it too far with you, he’s always afraid you’ll shatter under his touch; not because of Rika anymore, but because you are so damn innocent. You taste so sweetly, he was once scared to have you discover a little devil on your shoulder. But tonight... Well... Something is just different. In that club, the base of the loud music rumbling through his chest, his devil is awake and staring at you through his eyes; he wants to devour you. He wants to push up the trim of your short, tight dress, and coax his name out of you with his tongue. He can’ t help but grin as you blush under his gaze, and he can only imagine how wet you’ll be for him when you get home. Tonight, he wants be shameless, and own every inch of you, while you own every piece of him.

He wants to yank at the bow on the back of your neck, and watch that red fabric whisper to the floor. He wants to take your wrists and tie them above your head, but he also wants to feel your hands pulling at his hair as he pours his love into your with every moan. He’s going to press you into the sheets tonight, he’s going to put your legs on his shoulders and stare into your eyes as he takes up every inch of you. Maybe, he’ll even take you from behind; hell, will he even be able to wait until he gets you to the bed? His mouth waters even more as he imagines pressing you up against the wall, and taking you then and there... No... He wants to do a color study of your skin under the moonlight filtering through his bedroom windows in contrast to those black sheets.

Your lips stretch into a smile sent towards Zen before you take a sip of your drink; Jihyun isn’t a jealous man but... He has half a mind to march over to you and reminding everyone in that club just who’s girlfriend you are. Those lips... Maybe you’ll even spend a little bit of your night bruising your knees. That dark shade of lip stick coaxes a moan to nearly spit out of Jihyun as he imagines them wrapped around his length, your teary eyes staring up at him, pleading him to enjoy every flick of your tongue and movement of your neck.

You cast your eyes back onto him, and he can see your breath catch in your throat. He smirks at you and beckons you to him with a flick of his fingers. Obediently, you collect your drink and saunter to him with your eyes deepening with the flashing lights. You stop in front of him, only bending to put your ear next to his mouth when he flicks his chin at you.

“Why don’t we head home?” You raise your eyebrows.

“So soon?” You coo back to him. His breath trickles down your neck as he tangles his hand up into your hair and pushes your jawline to his lips, where he traces gentle kisses to your ear and lowly growls,

“I can’t wait to share with you what I’ve been thinking.” Goosebumps and chills run across your skin despite it being so hot. You meet his eyes, your core tightening again, and then nod. “Good.” He stands and says his goodbye’s to the rest at the table. His hand snakes around your waist and presses you to his hot body. He leans down and says into your ear, “You won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”

Keep in mind, Jihyun doesn’t lie anymore, and tonight isn’t an exception.

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creepyproxies · 7 years ago

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RFA+V+Saeran Character Headcanons

Yoosung

Complains about schoolwork a lot, but he eventually does it because he’s paying out of pocket and doesn’t want his nonexistent money to go to waste

Always says he’s never had a girlfriend, but I think he’s had a one night stand with he met at a LOLOL convention.

Eventually grows out of playing LOLOL when he marries MC, and starts prioritizing his time wisely

Also grows out of wearing hair pins, lol

Gets attached to every animal that visits his clinic, and every animal he sees tbh

Really likes to surprise MC with little things like doing the laundry, making dinner, picking her up from work, or a date.

Every time he passes by a pet shop he stares inside and falls in love with the puppies or kittens and begs MC to adopt a pet. Every. Time.

Loves to cook with MC, because cooking is one of his hobbies and he gets to share his love for cooking with his love- MC

Says he wants kids to prove he’s not a baby, but if him and MC were to have a child, he’d get pout-y cuz he’s not the baby anymore (but gets over it bc “omg I’m a father)

Zen

Occasionally takes time off of work to relax and spend time with MC

He makes the effort to get to rehearsals early so he can get off early and not stay so late

If he ever has to travel for work, he would take MC with him because not only is she his manager, he doesn’t want anything happening to her while he’s gone

Loves surprising MC with flowers, and different kinds too

If he and MC get married it would be a private wedding with only close friends and family (and yes he invited his family, because he wants to reunite with them since he’ll be starting his own family soon)

Would want a pet, maybe a dog to accompany him while he goes on his daily jogs. Or if MC doesn’t want a dog he’ll settle for a fish.

Falls asleep while reading his script all the time

Really likes it when MC plays with his hair

Would want to take a road-trip with MC, blasting music, singing songs together, not really knowing where they’re going but just enjoying the ride.

Move’s from his apartment before he asks MC to move in with him, somewhere better for the both of them, and maybe a little one...

Him and MC do facial masks together, every night before bed.

Jumin

Doesn’t drown himself in work like everyone thinks, especially since him and MC are married now.

Like Zen, Jumin occasionally takes time off of work to relax and spend it with MC.

Likes to surprise MC with mini vacations. He’ll pack her luggage with everything he know’s she’ll need/want to take, and then when she wakes up the next morning he says “Get ready, I have a surprise for you.”

Lives to see MC’s smile, he loves making her laugh, even though sometimes he can be a bit awkward with jokes, he still tries.

Also, Like Zen, takes the time to get to work early so he can get back home early.

When he leaves for work he lets MC choose if she wants to come or stay. Though he’d rather her stay because she’ll be stuck in a hotel room all day while he’s in meetings and he doesn’t think it’ll be fun for her.

He loves seeing MC playing with Elizabeth, it fills his heart with joy.

Actually wouldn’t mind if MC got a job, he wouldn’t want her stuck in the house all day with nothing to do, but also doesn’t mind if she stops working.

He does make MC have at least one bodyguard with her every time she goes out. This is something non-negotiable for him, he wants to make sure MC is safe at all times.

When he’s feeling lazy, he’ll stay in sweatpants (yes he owns sweatpants, prob Gucci ones tho) all day and just sit on the couch.

He’s a heavy sleeper, like you can pour water on this guy and he’ll sleep through it.

Wakes up early out of habit

Would want kids but after a few years of being married to MC

Jaehee

Actually makes the effort to become friends with Jumin, just she stopped working with him doesn’t mean she hates him :)

If any of the members ever need advice, with relationships or just life they’d usually go to her, because they trust her and she gives logical and reasonable advice

Would offer the RFA a job at her cafe if they ever needed it.

Doesn’t hate animals, just prefers not to have one.

Isn’t addicted to coffee, just really likes it.

Before any new drink goes into her cafe, she’ll ask the RFA to taste test it.

Saturday is movie night with her and MC, so they choose a movie and relax. Usually it’ll be one of Zen’s Musicals but sometimes it’ll just be any random movie.

If MC wants to, Jaehee will gladly teach her some judo moves

If her and MC are in a relationship, she wouldn’t want to show too much PDA.

Always makes sure her and MC are eating healthy, because she doesn’t want to fall into the bad habit of eating takeout food all the time, again.

She’s a deep sleeper and will fight you if you try to wake her up without a valid reason.

Would want to adopt kids! After her and MC are financially stable of course :)

Saeyoung

Doesn’t drown himself in work, and his work doesn��t control his life

Knows how to get his work done quickly, he’s just lazy and gets distracted easily which is why it takes him such a long time.

Does try to eat healthier once MC moves in with him. But won’t stop eating Honey Buddha Chips or drinking Dr.Pepper.

Teaches MC how to defend herself, because he thinks she should be able to do so if anything ever happens to him

They train for at least two hours every day

If MC wants to learn how to hack, Saeyoung will gladly teach her what he knows.

Likes to go on family outings, with him, MC and Saeran. They’ll go to the park, get some ice-cream, just spend quality time together.

He really wants MC and Saeran to get along. Both of them mean so much to him

Never pushes MC away again, or at least tries not to. When Saeyoung gets into his “I’m too dangerous” feels he remembers that you still haven’t left him and have supported him throughout the way

Tickle fights with Saeyoung are not uncommon, expect one every other day.

Really does want to get married at a space station.

Would want kids but after a few years of marriage.

Saeran

He only starts dating MC once he’s almost fully recovered, before that him and MC are only friends

Everyone says he’ll be uncomfortable with affection but I think the complete opposite.

Once Saeran realizes he has feelings for MC he’ll want to be very loving

He’ll want to show the love he never got

Doesn’t go overboard with the PDA though

Occasional hand holding or hand around your waist/shoulder when you guys are in public.

Maybe a smooch but Saeran doesn’t ever over do-it

When he’s angry or is having an episode, he usually shuts everyone out and wants to be alone

But since he is trying to be better, he does vent to MC about his problems and does let her help.

Saeran wouldn’t want kids because he worries about being like his mother

If MC were to end up pregnant though, he would make the most out of it ad try his best to be the father he never had.

Jihyun/V

Only starts dating MC when he feels like he’s recovered

The sweetest boyfriend ever

Will always try to be there for you

Loves taking candid pictures of MC

or like having little random photo-shoots in the house

will try his best to stop blaming himself for things, but does it out of habit

likes to go on outdoor dates, e.g: picnic dates, stroll-in-the-park dates, you name it.

does have a thing for succulent plants, he loves them and has a bunch around the house

like saeran, won’t over do-it with the PDA. Just an arm around the waist/shoulder

Always suggests that the RFA should hang out one day out of the week, every week. The RFA is like family to him

Speaking of family, Jihyun wouldn’t mind kids. He would be fine with or without them.

Also, Jihyun would only consider marrying MC when his whole being is convinced that what happened with Rika, won’t happen again.

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raeyvies · 7 years ago

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What if MC didn’t take care of herself when V was hospitalized? (based on day 10)

So in the day 10 chats, Zen and Jumin worry for MC because she stayed with V until he woke up. They tell her to take care of herself instead of just worry sick for V to wake up. So what happens when MC does exactly the opposite and forgets to take care of herself because she’s only worried for V?

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt. 6

Part: 1/?

Length: 1549 words

Pairing: VxMC

Warnings: none (so far)

Sorry for any grammatical errors ^^;

She had a constant battle with her eyelids. They desperately wanted to fall and give into much needed sleep but that was a fight that MC refused to lose. After each hour, it became even harder to ward off the sweet temptation of rest all the while letting her body weaken from a lack of hydration. Quite honestly, she could not recall when she last slept a full night. With all the chat rooms opening at bizarre nighttime hours and all the events that had happened, it was not a shock that MC was deprived of sleep.

And that day she absolutely could not afford that luxury.

She sat at Jihyun’s bed side, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor and the rhythmic workings of his ventilator. Since he came out of his emergency surgery at around six in the afternoon, MC remained by his side, almost like a magnet. No matter how many times she had wanted to get water, she could never find it in her to leave his side even for one moment. Because she left him alone in the mountains, because she let Jihyun convince her to leave before him, Rika gravely injured him. They probably would not be here if MC insisted on accompanying him. Even in the safety of this hospital, she was incapable of separating from him, fearing that the unthinkable could happen. Even if she left him alone only for a few seconds.

That moment was engraved into her memory. It still replayed like a broken VHS cassette. Even if she wanted to stop or forward that memory clip, it always repeated. Rika’s crazed voice and her broken sobs were all too clear in her mind.

His hand was cold under MC’s grip but she hoped she would warm it up. His hands had always been cold since the day they met, she remembered. Laying her head into her other hand, she silently prayed. Prayed for him to wake up and for all of this to be behind them. This was one of the moments her faith strengthened her through adversity.

“Give us this day our daily bread…,” MC whispered her prayer multiple times. The mere act of reciting it soothed her and gave her a feeling of warmth full of assurance. Ending her prayers with an “amen”, MC found herself gasping for air as a cracked sob left her lips, however, no tears ever fell. As much as she hated how Jihyun always took blame for every negative thing, she could not help but be culpable. His life was something she felt responsible for even if she was sacrificing her own health and ignoring her own body’s signals and cries for rest and nutrients. With a weakened voice, MC pleaded, “Please… Wake up. I won't be okay until you are, Jihyun. Hmm?”

Evidently, her body was not handling well under the stress she was intentionally and brutally exerting on herself. MC was dehydrated to the point of crying without tears, and her limbs were trembling as if she were child who was faced with their worst fear. But she would hold on for him. After all, Jihyun did suffer more than her.

Unaware that Jumin had entered the room, MC began to pray again. At this point, faith was all she had. “Our father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be…”

“Done on earth as it in heaven,” Jumin’s mellow and deep voice registered in MC’s ears, bringing her relief. Being the only one to watch over Jihyun proved to be exhausting given the circumstances she put herself through, so having company around was having a boulder lifted off of her already weakened body.

“Jumin...”

“He’ll wake up soon. I know him, and I know he's strong enough to get through this,” he reassured her. Seeing her slumped figure told him everything he needed to know. Laying a gentle hand on her back, Jumin said, “You've worked hard. You can rest for now and I'll watch for him.”

As much as MC wanted to say no, she remembered what Seven, Jumin, and Zen told her in the chat rooms. They did not want to be the ones to explain to Jihyun why MC is not in good health. Surely he would guilt trip them for not caring properly for her. With a small grin, she conceded to his suggestion and said, “Thank you.”

MC would have loved to have a genuine conversation with Jumin as it was their first time meeting in person. However, she was already having a difficult time thinking and much less forming words. Bowing slightly, she left her seat so that she could lie down on the couch near the window, but in that same moment, MC heard the one voice she yearned for.

“Haaa… Where am I… ugh,” Jihyun struggled to speak.

Within a few moments, MC was pulled to his side almost as though a magnetic force beckoned her. Uncaring for her slightly disheveled appearance and weakness upon standing, she stammered with a bittersweet tone to her voice, “The hospital. It's going to be okay. Jihyun…”

“Welcome back, friend,” Jumin joined in. MC could tell in his voice that he was equally as elated and relieved that Jihyun had awakened.

“... But--ugh.. We were in… the mountains.”

It was heartbreaking to hear Jihyun struggle to speak while enduring the pain of his wounds. However, his voice was slowly fading out from MC’s hearing.

Jumin responded in MC’s stead, “Yes, but we were able to bring you here in time. MC stayed by your side the whole time.”

Jihyun’s eyes went straight to MC at the mention of her name. Words could not describe the relief he felt to know MC was there with him. All self blame aside, it was better to know that she was out of harm's way or in other words Rika did not harm her. Despite his worsening eyesight, he could still see MC’s exhausted expression as moonlight pooled in from the windows, and he could not deny that he had a knot in his stomach knowing she had put him before her. As he reached out to her hand and came to hold it weakly, he felt her trembling. And she was cold to the touch.

“I-if I'd known Rika was there, or if I had stayed longer,” MC’s voice was barely audible but it was heartbreaking enough for Jihyun. He attempted to strengthen his hold on her hand and that was enough to stop her from saying things she should not.

“Let's just move… past all this. Please don't worry so much for me and take care of yourself first,” Jihyun softly grazed his thumb over the back of MC’s hand, an endearing show of his concern. “The worst is over, I promise this time.”

If MC were not so dehydrated, her eyes would have been clouded with tears but that did not stop her from becoming a broken mess as she fell to her knees and looked up at Jihyun, crying out softly, “Thank you.”

For not leaving me behind. For saving me. For staying alive.

Jihyun, while stroking her hair, was having a hard time thinking of just what to say to comfort her, but thankfully, his friend came up with the words for him. “MC, please rest. I can continue watching him now so that you can recover. You don't have to worry about anything tonight, okay?”

MC nodded weakly and stole a glance of Jihyun with a smile. She acknowledged Jumin’s request, “Alright.”

Unfortunately, MC was unable to lift herself from the ground as she was finally giving in to her body’s need to shut down and recuperate. The trembling in her limbs began to dissipate, and they started to feel numb and cold. Her breathing was no longer regular and started to sound choppy while chills overtook her body. Not even five seconds passed before unconsciousness won the battle, and she collapsed to the rigid, icy floor.

“MC!” Jumin gasped. He knew he should have come earlier and relayed shifts with her. However, he swallowed his guilt and saved those emotions for a less urgent moment.

Both Jumin and Jihyun went cold as they saw MC collapse before their eyes. Jihyun began to yell her name but the pain from his surgery was far too great that he lost his breath. Jumin took responsibility as he immediately pressed the nurse call button and dropped to the floor, to aid MC. He laid her on his lap and was shocked to feel her body so cold. Removing his jacket (for once he was not wearing a suit), he wrapped MC in it. Hoping that MC fainting was only momentary, he exclaimed, “MC, come back to your senses. MC!”

Neither of them could deny that their minds were spiraling. Guilt drowned Jihyun as he watched the nurses race through the door and attend MC. Once Jumin aided the nurses in lifting the unconscious girl from the floor and onto another bed across the room, he anxiously slid his hand through his hair while his mind was racing. It was hard enough knowing his friend was terribly wounded and had just come out of a fairly long surgery.

But seeing MC like this was worse.

To be continued...

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt.4 // Pt.5 // Pt. 6

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mistakemessenger-imagines · 8 years ago

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Hello! I love your blogs and your writing! Just want to say thanks for doing this! Anyway ifnits not too much trouble Can I ask a request for st.v day, rfa,v,and saeran on a beach date, like first time see them in a swimsuit. I dont care how you do it: make each one separate or an rfa outing, pure smut or pure and chaste as hell, just make it fluff galore, I need some fluff man. Much love <3 and have a beautiful day! @valancystirling48

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Some will be fluff and some will be sin ;)

It was rare to get everybody in the rfa to get together with all having busy schedules to attend to. But rfa was a family, so even minor holidays were good enough reason to meet up–according to Seven atleast, whose idea it was to go to the beach for Valentine’s Day. With his amazing hacking skills, he managed to push back everyone’s schedules just so you all could hang out today. Now here you are at the beach with your partner, about to prepare to soak in some sun!

Yoosung:

He only needed to remove his shirt because he was already wearing his swim trunks, so it didn’t take any effort to get ready (he did have to mentally prep to expose his blindingly pale chest from staying inside all day playing LOLOL)

Being the gentleboy that he is, he waited until you finished in the changing booth to go have fun with the others

“Alright Yoosung, I’m done!” you hollered from the inside before the click of lock swung the door open

…Only to reveal you in a really…really nice bikini

A really nice bikini styled after that one really hot lolol character (ahri is a babe ok)

His face immediately flushed a bright crimson color, “M-m-m-mc!”

“Hm? You like it Yoosung? I had it custom made from a friend of mine!”

Poor boy didn’t know where to rest his hands when you cuddled up to him under the umbrella because everywhere he touched there was bare skin

Cute boi got jealous when he went to go get some water for the sandcastle you guys were making when a guy came over to hit on you and asked if you would play lolol with him

Yoosung ‘accidentally’ dumped his bucket of freezing sea water on him and the guy stormed off grumpy and embarrassed

“Oops :) I’ll go get some more water, Mc!”

Yandere Yoosung can be vv cute

Jaehee:

“Jaehee, will you untie the strings of my dress for me, I can’t reach them.”

Blushing babe nervously fumbled with the strings until they untied and the dress plopped right down onto the blanket

And oh my goodness

You just looked so beautiful

Jaehee feels blessed

Your swimsuit was a pretty beige one piece and it had a picture of a coffee cup on it and it was so cute omg the link i put doesn’t have a coffee pic but PRETEND OKAY

“Mc, you look…so pretty!”

She may have said that she isn’t innocent but gdi jAEHEE IS A PURE SOUL AND SHE ONLY THINKS YOU’RE GORGEOUS

No sinful thoughts will enter her mind!!

When you two were belly boarding she might as well have died and gone to heaven with the way the water and sun shone down on you

You both walked along the shore hand in hand to find some really cute seashells so you guys could use them to craft or decorate the cafe with

When night rolled around and the whole gang was huddled around the campfire and seven singing the campfire song song, you and Jaehee provided hot chocolates and brought the ingredients to make smores!

Jaehee loved being cuddled next to you in the same blanket <3

Zen:

“Babe, what’s taking so long? We’re gonna start the volleyball match soon!”

“Okay okay, I’m done, I’m done, sheesh,” you mumbled as you walked out of the changing room in a really sexy nice looking burgundy bikini

Zen’s face could almost compete with the color of your bikini because dAMN you looked so good

He’s trying so so so hard to restrain the beast from just taking you against the wall then and there

Halfway through the beach volleyball match, everyone decided to do piggyback pairs because why not it’s more fun? Naturally you had Zen piggyback you

But he could barely focus on the game because bare skin and boob was pressing up against his exposed back

Zen looked liked he was about to pass out from a heat stroke so you brought him into a bathroom stall so he could cool down

Well as soon as the door locked, you were pushed against the wall, lots of rough kissing, and the room suddenly felt very hot zen you might actually get a stroke calm down

As soon as you were all riled up, he pulled away and huskily whispered into your ear, “We’re finishing this when we get home, princess.”

This was going to be a long day for sure

Jumin:

You remember the cat lingerie? Well they make the same thing but in the swimsuit material and you got yourself a black set

The difference from Zen is that right when you opened the door to reveal what you were wearing, Jumin just pushed you back in, locking the door and immediately backed you against the wall because you!! looked!! so!! sexy!!

He propped and held you up against the wall, moved the bikini bottom to the side and thrust himself into you, pounding relentlessly, basking in the noises you tried to keep in

Jumin, to both of your dismays, had to make it a quickie–wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious now would we? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) still some good sex though

But he was definitely going to do a thorough job when you got home though :))

Anywho, after your little session, you had a lot of fun teaching Jumin the fun things commoners do at the beach!

He even tried drawing a blueprint in the sand for the castle you were building; “I guess old habits die hard,” V chuckled at his friend

After losing the beachball while playing with it in the ocean, everybody washed up and decided to walk around the boardwalk too see the cool stores

Jumin bought you a cute new dress to wear instead of your current sandy one

Afterwards he took everyone out to a restaurant there and covered the bill

But the real fun happened when you got back to the penthouse later that night ;))

707:

Were his eyes deceiving him?? Did he need a new prescription??

Because Mc just walked out with the most amazing sailor moon bikini holy pepperonis you were cute and h o t

Saeyoung’s glasses literally started fogging up and he is enjoying the view of your adorableness

He wishes you told him ahead of time so he could make a matching swimsuit!! But sadly his swimtrucks were the same design as his jacket

The whole day he pretended to be in danger just so his magical girl could save him (eg “IM DROWNING!!”, “SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER!!” the crab)

All day, to the others, he seemed very behaved with keeping his hands off you but that my friend was not the case

In the water? He’s groping you all over. Sitting at a table? His hands are stroking teasingly up your thighs. No one’s looking? Smack! Right on your butt. The teasing lasted all day

The worst was when everybody was chilling around the campfire when night fell; you were on Saeyoung’s lap and a big blanket he brought was wrapped around the two of you

That’s when he slid his hand down and started to rub you through the fabric of the swimsuit while casually listening to the story Zen was telling

He loved that you had to hold your moans in and refrain from squirming

When he felt your moisture start to seep through, that’s when he moved his hand inside your swimsuit to put his fingers to good use

707 the sadist is merciless

V: (he’s not blind in this one because he deserves to have fun ok)

After taking some pictures of the ocean, Jihyun found you sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean

He couldn’t resist snapping a candid of you; the soft ocean breeze moving your hair, the bright sunlight shining down on his angel, and your beautiful white swimsuit

Jihyun is a gentle sweetheart and he will not let any hand wander where it shouldn’t be; you want him to rub sunscreen on you? Well Jihyun is a well behaved man unlike SOMEBODY *cough*SAEYOUNG*cough*

Since he gets tired easily from sports and such, he’s mainly taking many photos of you playing with the others

He wasn’t going to join in the water balloon fight until surprisingly, Jumin pelted him with one (I don’t care who it is, best friends are always jerks to eachother LOL) He mainly used himself to shield you from being hit though

When you get tired, he already has a spot next to him for you under his umbrella and just hold you while running his fingers over the bare skin, as it is calming to him

When sunset was finally happening, this boy was rushing you to many different spots just to take pictures of you with the beautiful sky

Jihyun is so thoughtful because when it started getting cold and your normal clothes were all sandy, he knew to pack an extra set for you in a sealed bag bless his soul

Unknown:

Saeran’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when you saw you in your bikini

It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black two-piece

But damn if the simplicity wasn’t hot, it was sexy

At first the thought of doing anything remotely sexual at the beach in public was a big no no so he didn’t do anything when he can just do it at home

Until he saw how other guys at the beach were staring you up and he did not like it, the possessive feeling now bubbling inside his chest

He was practically glued to your side like a guard, scaring away the guys with just his death glare

When he was escorting you to the bathroom he got into a stall with you, “S-saeran what’re you doing!?”

In an instant his lips where attached to your neck, “Leaving a reminder that you’re mine.”

It went no further than that, but the whole rfa was staring at your neck except v lol when you came back, but none dared to say anything

Except for Saeyoung, who told his brother congrats for getting some, which resulted with him getting beat up

No guys would come up to you anymore, even if they didn’t in the first place, but it made Saeran feel better so shhhhh

He did make up for it during the campfire by making your smores for you so your fingers don’t get sticky while his do

It’s the little things because now Saeran’s fingers are sticky and have sand all over them ew

He also made up for it with jealous sex that night too so no complaints

#mystic messenger #mysme #Yoosung Kim #zen #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #jumin han #707 #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #v #jihyun kim #saeran choi #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger unknown

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saeran-choi-is-my-husband · 8 years ago

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Hello~ How about reactions of RFA (+Minor Trio if you don't mind it) where MC is very stressed and her way of relaxing is taking naps in a bathtub fully clothed, with the water freezing cold (like... numbing cold). How would they react finding her like this? (I just realized how weird this request is;;) Have a nice day!

Hi~ Have a nice day too! Also MC wtf[ Admin Jiyeon ]

RFA + Minor Trio and an MC who takes naps in cold water

Zen:

So, he came home from his practice and he was not really tired, expecting to hear footsteps and someone greeting him

But no one did

“MC?.. where are you?”

He had doubts.

He was all ‘omg is she cheating on me?’ ‘was I not enough?’ ‘WHAT IF SHE’S IN TROUBLE OMG NO’ ‘WHAT IF SHE WAS KIDNAPPED’

And so, he ran upstairs and opened every door and he opened the bathroom last.

There was MC, laying down on the bathtub, fully clothed, soaking in cold water

“Babe?! BABE WHAT THE HELL?!” ANd with that, she woke up, panicking

“What what happened?! oh.. zen. hello.”

And so when MC explained it was only a hobby, he was all

“..okay..” and slowly walked out

He would find her like this some times but he got used to it

Yoosung:

It was a usual day, he was drowning in LOLOL while trying to wait for MC to come home from work

But he didnt notice that MC already came home a few hours ago

And when he entered the bathroom to have a nice cold afternoon shower, he shrieked when he saw MC in the bath.

He got sc a r e d and thought MC committed suicide

he started sobbing and holding MC’s hands saying ‘I love you please dont die! dont die’

And when MC woke up confused to a very sad Yoosung holding her hand

omg she could not contain her laughter

after explaining, Yoosung huffed and hugged her tight

“I love you please dont leave me.”

But, even when Yoosung sees MC in the position at random times, he still gets a little worried

Jaehee:

It was a normal day at the cafe and MC got a little stressed out due to one costumer and she excused herself

luckily, it was almost closing time so Jaehee closed the shop to find MC

MC was soaked in the tub and Jaehee shrugged

She wanted to join so she took off her slippers and joined MC

When MC woke up, Jaehee grinned and said ‘let’s relax together, shall we?’

BLUSHY MC

And they usually do this now after closing time for at least an hour

She did find it a little weird though but whatever makes MC happy, she’ll be happy

and when they do relax, they always play some classical music in the back and boom

their night would be good

Jumin:

After Jumin came home from a long day of work, he expected MC and Elizabeth to come and greet him

but only Elizabeth came

And he was all ‘???? where is my wife.’

He went to the bedroom and bathroom and when he found her laying down there in the bathub just chillin’ in freezing cold water

he found it weird af

“MC.. what are you doing.”

Cue MC just jumping up, stuttering and explaining this weird hobby of hers

Jumin was confused as fuck like how- why- what the fuck MC why are you like this

He just shrugged and left the room, drinking wine to forget whatever he saw

Since that day, MC tries to be more secretive about her hobby lmfao

Saeyoung/707:

This shit here thought it was a good idea

And he was all “hey mc let’s prank yoosung”

Ofc you agreed, because it will be hilarious

He took a pic of you just pretending to drown and a distressed Saeyoung.

He acted and Yoosung fell for it

YooSUNG EVEN TOOK A VIDEO OF HIMSELF CRYING AND JUST DOING SHIT ABOUT HOW AND WHY MC DIED AND SAEYOUNG AND MC C R I E D

IT WAS VERY HILARIOUS HAHA

ANd when they admitted it, Yoosung was all

i hate you guys why are you like this

but on a more serious note, he’d be very weirded out but he’d join you and try to pursue Saeran to join it as well

Jihyun Kim/V:

okay so this nerd was looking for you because boi wanted to picture you

but when he saw you in the bathtub, he just took a 11/10 aesthetic worthy picture of you

Expect him to have an artistic quote for it

But he would grin adorably and wake you up with a towel and clothes prepared for you

“Darling, if you wanted to sleep, tell me, water is not a good way but I still love you.”

Kisses on the cheek and forehead

Blushy af MC

“I’ll be waiting in bed, I’ll dry your hair for you, honey.”

He’s just being a sweetheart about it even though he kinda found it awkwardly weird

Saeran/Unknown:

MC WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU I FOUND A NEARBY ICE CREAM STORE WE GOTTA G O

he just rummaged throughout the house, just screaming ‘MC MC WHERE U AT’ and when saeran found MC

he s c r e e c h e d

poor baby was like yoosung and he got paranoid

oh no no no no no

he was all mad at himself and was all ‘MC dont leave me please I need you!”

And when MC woke up and explained

‘of course i wasnt worried, i just needed a person to be with’ “I was just.. you know concerned because stuff!”

Acting all tsundere, huh?

Vanderwood:

kay so this boi wanted to let you know that he is going to work somewhere in Florida

but where the fuck were you

he was a little worried because sometimes you’re clumsy since tangled wires are literally covering his house and it was a little messy

‘evEN YOUR HOUSE IS MESSY, VANDERWOOD’ “shut up saeyoung”

he finally found you-

what the fuck

mc please get out and take off your clothes at least please? that’s not nice to look at ok

but bean here still loves you

even if he scolds you for this particular hobby

#mystic messenger #jihyun kim #saeyoung choi #jaehee kang #requests #admin jiyeonniee #vanderwood #jumin han #zen #hyun ryu #kim yoosung #yoosung #Mystic messenger v #mystic messenger headcanons

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immortalviridian · 8 years ago

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parting is such sweet sorrow

@juminvweek

Day Two - Reunited

3,533 words

Fluff (mostly)/Slight Angst

Pre-Game

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After a painful year and a half, Jumin Han and Jihyun Kim finally had a break to come and see each other again. They had four days and three nights together. Both intended to make full use of them, even if it meant that they would draw their own silent conclusions about each other, for better or worse.

The scary story was taken from Sakura/Azura’s supports in Fire Emblem: Fates if you know what they are because I suck at telling scary stories.

Everyone knew that Jumin Han worked harder than anyone else in his company, even more than Jaehee Kang. However, there were some things he just couldn’t miss out on, especially since the window of opportunity was rather tight. One had to consider though: what kind of friend would he be if he were to turn down a three-day vacation with Jihyun Kim after all? Their itinerary would be a tour of the finest beaches and many high-end restaurants along the coastline. From there, V would head off on his most recent flight and Jumin would attend a business meeting in Busan in their financial center, just as they had agreed.

Carefully, the first night, the two had settled into their hotel room, sharing a single bed and flat screen tv in the lounge. There was a mini kitchenette as well. It wasn’t like the two were tight on money, of course. They just were used to this set up at their own homes, but the homes they currently had were filled too much of recent pains. Jumin and V wanted to go back to better days. So they would stay in a high rise that looked over the glittering water of the southern coasts. It was breathtakingly beautiful, just as the two men would have preferred. They rested side by side on the bed, lying down but not asleep or dozing off. With a one-armed, lazy embrace, the teal haired man, his best friend drew him closer. Jumin arched a brow and narrowed his stormy gray eyes at the other man. Quickly, they widened though, as Jihyun pressed his soft lips against the shell of his ear with a mischevious grin.

“Jihyun, I just realized, it’s been a really long while since you’ve told me one of your stories, hasn’t it?”

“Quite. Work and traveling have often gotten in the way, but I thought you didn’t like my scary stories. I guess you liked them after all.” The ex-photographer chuckled, taking off his jacket and setting it aside. Jumin followed suit.

“Hardly. They were over-dramatized little tales meant to scare me, but you told me them so very earnestly that I couldn’t help but yearn to know what the endings to those stories were.” He snorted lightly in amusement, humoring the other man delicately.

Jihyun explained with a hint of a smile on his face,“You know, sometimes people want to be scared. It helps them keep their minds off of things.”

Jumin couldn’t resist wearing a smile as well. “I would have to say I am not one of them. I simply enjoyed staying up all night with you and talking to you.”

The cat lover let out disgruntled sounds as his best friend attacked him with feather-soft pokes, meant to tickle and tease at him. “Hehe,” the little rascal started, “I still remember. Your eyes were as wide as saucers!” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the older male made embellished hand gestures to supplement this barrage of foolhardiness. “You’d be shaking like a leaf!” Another poke came Jumin’s way, right on his side, and an unwilling laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “But still…” Turquoise orbs danced with mirth as Jihyun continued with the light and slightly malicious tone of a storyteller who enjoyed himself far too much. “You’d plead with me to keep going. You had to know the end!”

“Stop this at once, Jihyun! Did you forget that I was only six then? I was quite little at the time - don’t you dare go around telling others I’m a scaredy-cat!”

“Pfft.” The mint haired male wiped his lips as he recovered from a long burst of exuberance, gasping for air with a shit-eating grin. “You have my word, Jumin, but there are no promises that others can’t see it for themselves. You were so very cute then.”

V didn’t quite give in as easily as Jumin had thought he would. He aimed an analytical gaze at the CEO, his lightened teal eyes now sparkling with more life than he could recall, forcing a feeling of nostalgia upon Jumin. It was quite bittersweet. This past year and a half were rough on both of them. There was a great distance between them even long beforehand, with Rika around. Especially when she was around - Jumin could recall upon his memory that he wanted her to be his. For a while, he wondered why - the photographer and CEO were much more alike than many would have suspected. Rika found love and inspiration in Jihyun’s work, and in turn, Jihyun had grown to love Rika for how she viewed the world - so beautifully, so painfully naive. His heart felt like it was tearing in two, almost, since it appeared that he too was losing his best friend. In the end, Jumin had found the blonde’s mysteries intriguing; he felt like someone understood him other than V could listen to him.

Yet, he could not understand her. After all, V had gravitated from Jumin to meet Rika at her own philosophical end; such philanthropy knew no bounds. As much as he coveted a mirror that would show who he truly was and who he wanted to become, nothing was more important than the bond he had built up with V. He remembered when V used to look at him that way, when the young six-year-old had imprinted on an overly mature boy who yet somehow succeeded to be about one month younger. Jumin remembered how Jihyun had followed him around like a reverent temple worshipper. It was almost embarrassing and it lasted for many years. That was until V and Rika had met.

There was a part of Jumin that was gnawing at the truth. V was becoming like Rika; he was imitating her even, albeit far from perfectly. He went with all her plans without complaint or inquiry because he believed in them too, until the last few weeks surrounding his fiance’s death, when he just seemed plaintively desperate. It broke Jumin’s heart to see the man close up and grieve on his own - V wasn’t that much of an extrovert, nor someone with lots of self-confidence. Neither did he reveal his secrets easily. However, there was only something Jumin knew and that was that some way, somehow, Jihyun was hurting, like he was lost or like he was missing something. The name Elizabeth 3rd reminded him of the days when Jihyun was much more stable and when Jumin had two people to listen to him without it having to become a crowd. And the cat reminded him of the company, of the understanding and stability that Jumin had always longed for. Yet, the now twenty-seven-year-old man was making excuses of his own.

Perhaps he had wanted Rika, but he had never wanted her alone - no, he wanted her because it was the only way he could have V by his side at that point. It was why he didn’t act on his feelings. What kind of friend would take away what V and Rika seemed to have? Truth be told, Jumin didn’t quite understand what the two had between them. Whether it was his own lack of experience or perhaps just plain disinterest, the CEO of C&R International really only longed for the friendship he had had with Jihyun; the one where he was a sort of knight who had defended and guided a gentle prince who was able to zero in on all the elegance of the world, even as a small child.

Seeing that Jihyun had fallen asleep, Jumin was able to smile freely yet sadly at long last. There were still traces of that little prince left. Now, if only the rest of that bright, energetic boy would come back home too.

Their second day was quite productive, the raven haired male thought. Lightly embarrassed and a little frustrated too, Jumin had to constantly remind V to put on his sunscreen and to not stay out in the sun for too long. His strong grip was always around the other man’s warm palms or slender wrists; Jumin didn’t mind guiding and guarding his charge, but it almost was like Jihyun had forgotten he could only really see with one eye. Sometimes he reached for his absent camera like it was a phantom limb. He constantly wandered near the water, when he could easily drown or get lost in the waves and end up only God knows where. It was so troublesome that Jumin had begun to show signs of what he considered heart palpitations, even though technically he was far too young to have them, but a man of his status ought to have been prepared for everything. Or at least, he thought he did.

Yet somehow, they both managed to have every meal of the day - a full English breakfast, the specialty barbecue of their hotel for lunch, and last but not least, a surf-and-turf dish at a restaurant right on the waterfront. It was so luxurious that V had suggested one time, “If and when you find someone special enough to love ever so fully, maybe you should take them out on a date like this. I am quite certain that if your suitors saw me with you like this, they would get jealous.”

“To hell with them, Jihyun. You’re the only one I want with me.” In response, his guest had blushed rather prettily, for a lack of better words. A smirk crept onto the businessman’s face without realizing it before he took yet another sip of his Chianti Classico.

It only widened when V shrank back in his seat, hiding his face behind a menu as a great heat rose up to his face and ears. Satisfied, Jumin stole a glance of rosy red cheeks. They had stayed silent until it was time to order dessert: six petite cream puffs filled with custard and pelted with confectionary sugar. It was one of their favorites as children whenever the two had dinner at the old mansion Jumin used to live in. He missed those sleepovers. Bright blue eyes blinked their fine eyelashes at him as if they knew what the corporate heir was thinking. He seemed composed enough now, so Jumin braced himself for whatever was in store.

“Hello, Jumin. Are you ready for another tale of mystery and horror?”

The younger of the two shook his head slowly and firmly. “No! Honestly, where do you come up with these frivolities?”

Very simply, Jihyun replied almost carefreely, “Luciel had told me it.”

“Oh, great. Well, if you’re interested in telling me another one of those silly stories, you’re out of luck. The last one was annoying enough.” Haughtily, he wrinkled up his nose, before suddenly, Jihyun had caught him off guard with a question only two milliseconds later.

The angelic smile and blinking wide eyes on the light blue haired man’s face was the perfect epitome of faux-innocence. “Which one was that, Jumin?”

“The one about the monster in my family’s mansion, back in our old neighborhood,” he allowed graciously, desiring to entertain Jihyun for the rest of their summer nights. His heart fluttered; nothing, not even the cream puffs, were sweeter than the picture of V smiling beautifully and innocently in front of him - he wanted to preserve it forever and ever despite knowing it simply could not last. Jumin pushed aside this gentle pain; there was more to their future than this.

A dulcet giggle sounded from the ex-photographer, as he eyed Jumin with those fox-like eyes once again.“Oh, that one WAS good! I remember now. I overheard that one from a few of the servants… Hanging in the castle was the portrait of a middle-aged man. At night, he’d sneak out of the painting and steal the maids right from their beds!”

“Jihyun… this is ridiculous. I don’t need to hear it again-”

Jumin was quickly silenced by his own intrigue. It was a milder version of being hung by his own leotard, he remarked mentally, except he would never in his right mind even dare to wear something as frivolous as that kind of garment. Still, he, with a bated breath, waited for V’s tale. “Heehee. I’m not sure I told you the ending to that one… On a moonless night, a maid heard footsteps coming from a dark hallway. Everyone else was asleep, so where do you think those sounds were coming from?”

“I don’t know. Where?” Jumin gazed at Jihyun curiously like a cat.

The teal haired man’s face lit up as he answered, “She was too scared to look, so she hurried off to bed. The maid couldn’t sleep a wink! When morning came, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and headed to work… Except everyone in the castle was acting odd and speaking in hushed whispers. Then, when they rounded up the maids, half of them had vanished!”

“Wha!?” His listener sputtered, partially because it sounded like another story being passed around by the mansion’s old maidservants. It probably was.

Jihyun took a deep breath before continuing. “The maid asked around, ‘Where are the other girls? "If they overslept, they’re going to be in trouble!’”

To his delight, Jumin became one shade paler, forcing himself to stay calm but he couldn’t as his guest leaned over him. They were close, so close! At first, it was pleasant to have V on top of him - it was like the rough housing of their earlier days. “Wh-what did the servants tell her?!”

With a voice as deep as a mummer's, V whispered in Jumin’s ear even more theatrically than what Jumin imagined to be Zen’s work, “They said, 'What maids? We’ve never heard of them before…’”

The tempo of Jihyun’s voice sped up as he pulled the black haired man closer to him. There was a painful pause at the start before Jumin uttered out a meek sound: “Huh?!”

Almost immediately, Jihyun started up again. “The poor maid searched the entire castle, but couldn’t find a sign of them. The maids’ rooms were completely empty- as if they’d never existed! Then she remembered the painting, and she knew. It was him! He’d come for them!”

The fast pace and the close proximity he had to his best friend made Jumin feel dizzy. Covering his ears, he let out a loud gasp and strangled yelp as V got up and tackle hugged him from behind.

Despite this, the story did not stop, not yet. Perhaps what made the next few words more frightening was that they were told in a whisper. “The maid wondered why she’d been spared. Was he coming back for her?”

“Jihyun…! I asked you to stop! It’s too scary. It’s TOO scary! Thanks to you, I’m probably going to have nightmares for a month!”

Gently, the storyteller patted Jumin’s back and rubbed it with both hands in a soothing circular pattern before suggesting, “Well, then, if you want, you can remove the bolster from our bed and sleep with me properly.”

“Y-You don’t mean that way, do you?”

V nodded before winking at him. “Unless if you want me to.” Jumin lightly whacked V on the side with his napkin before laughing.

“Alright, I will take up on your offer,” the CEO conceded with a sigh, “but I will have you know I am far too old to be afraid of these antics between you and Luciel, and far too old to be afraid of the dark, too.”

Jihyun only smiled serenely. “Haha, are you sure about that?” Time would tell.

Jumin Han had never slept so soundly and peacefully before, except in a long while. He, of course, woke up first to order in breakfast before pulling the covers over the teal haired male gently. The rest of the day was relatively calm. They had gone to see, or rather, hear a musical at a festival nearby, put on by an independent troupe of actors. Every time V had smiled or clapped to the beat of the show tunes when he thought no one was noticing, he gazed at the older male especially tenderly. Jumin swallowed a gulp, trying to speak as minimally as possible for the remainder of the day.

In the early twilight, he finally got up the courage to continue speaking naturally to V.

“What’s wrong, Jumin? You seem a bit troubled,” his companion remarked before carding slender fingers through locks of shiny raven black hair.

“That story you told earlier… I’m surprised you were able to remember. Was it difficult?” He managed to keep his cool. Good.

Jihyun started to scratch his own head in thought. “No, the fun part was seeing how you reacted, although I’m sorry if it irritated you instead.”

“A long time ago, the students at our school used to gossip about you,” the younger man admitted. “They said you were weird, weak and frail. That something was wrong with you - like you couldn’t communicate properly. They poked fun at how… effeminate you are.” Well, he couldn’t deny V had a slender, refined figure. “I… I should have done more. I silenced them whenever they treated you so uncouthly if they joined a conversation of mine. Now I know I ought to have doubled my efforts…”

“Jumin-”

Gently, he intertwined his fingers with Jihyun’s and brought his hand up to kiss its knuckles sweetly, courage and adrenaline breathing new life into the gesture. “They were wrong. They had no idea how kind and beautiful and strong you are.”

“It was a long time ago, Jumin. Please don’t fret over it.” The mint haired male smiled uneasily at him. “Thank you…”

“No, thank YOU. You were my one source of light these days and in previous ones. You have no idea how special you are to me. I should have spoken up more. I’m sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing; you’ve always had to stand up for me whenever I was too shy to to do it myself,” V insisted, holding onto Jumin’s hands tightly, now with both hands. “I’ll become even stronger for you and everyone else then.”

The businessman glanced over the other man’s profile carefully. “Is that so?”

“Yes, but you should try harder too. You’re very kind to everyone in the RFA, but you know, you can trust them more like you do for me and Elizabeth the 3rd. Sometimes you need to be reminded that we’ll patiently try our best to help you in any way we can.”

Nodding his assent, Jumin watched Jihyun watching him and realized that they all were getting older - yet, the sweet boy that Jihyun once was never had left. It filled his heart with warmth. They stayed like this for a while too, under their bed covers, until they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Their goodbye the next day was a particularly tough one. Both men were fighting back an urge to cry, so instead, they hugged each other, this time more firmly than they could remember. There was something ominous in V’s tearful smile - those pale, unseeing and misty eyes reflecting back a darker truth he wished he didn’t have to handle. “Will we talk soon? Will we talk soon?” Jumin had asked him. Jihyun only shook his head. He said he didn’t know. But it wasn’t all sad; they had stopped by the duty-free goods shops at the airport and they found a selection of very cute stuffed animals. Particularly, Jumin took a liking to the one like his own cat; he already missed her dearly, but at least the fun he had made it all worth it.

“Oh, it’s beautiful. Wouldn’t Elizabeth be afraid of her replacing her like the little princess she is?”

Jumin chuckled. “Oho, not at all. It’s a boy. I’m thinking of naming him Jihyun, after you.” V blushed at this, and he patted the former photographer’s back before he suddenly searched with blurry eyes for a black cat himself. V was pouting, and it was quite adorable.

“I refuse to go without one of my own then! I’ll name this one Jumin!”

It was then that the businessman had smiled more than he could ever bear to remember. It made parting so much easier when Jihyun had to leave for his flight. He bit his lip. There would have been more pain if he had tried to kiss V, Jumin supposed. It was a heavy thing to accept, that he was in love with his best friend.

Until he had disappeared into the aircraft shuttle, silver orbs followed Jumin’s best friend until they could no longer see him.

That was the last time Jumin Han had seen Jihyun Kim alive.

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fromthedeskofelizabeththird · 8 years ago

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“2:15am”

HUGE FUCKING TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS FIC

This fic deals with suicide, drowning and eye trauma. It’s also spoilery as fuck, but... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yes, I went there, gents. I’ve got no soul to sell, apparently.

If you know Violets are blue-verse, you’ll know what this is. If you don’t, no matter. This is about how V lost his sight.

[AO3] [Masterlist]

11 pm

Under ordinary circumstances, Jihyun liked rain.

He liked the gentle humming sound it made and the scent that it left behind. He was in awe of thunder and an admirer of lightening and did not even mind the winter so long as he had somewhere warm to sit.

On this occasion, though, it had been raining for hours and his glasses were soaked. The downpour had transformed his shirt from its usual grey to a shimmering black that he might have found beautiful under different circumstances and every so often, a drop of rainwater would dribble from the ends of his hair to the bones of his face, giving the impression of a stray tear.

Even he had to laugh at how miserable he looked and, hands shaking, he lifted his camera.

Cheese! He thought, baring his teeth and taking the picture.

For a moment, he caught himself wondering if it was bad luck for a photographer to take his own picture.

Luck. Now’s there’s an interesting concept.

Rika had always said a person could be lucky by smiling and saying the right thing at the proper time. She said a lot of things, though, and he found himself wondering about all of them as the wind whipped through his hair and he leaned against the railing, lifting his camera to take a picture of the tides.

He took her there once on a sunnier day. She wanted to see where he had taken the picture that first inspired her to speak to him and it did not matter how many times he told her that it was the spot where the sea and the sky met, for she would ask about it in any given moment of silence. When he finally saw her standing there in the warmth of the afternoon sun, he had to admit that he did not know why he had kept it from her. She stared at the sky for so long in the end that the sun set and the moon shone across the water, leaving the pair of them standing there in mutually appreciative silence.

The air was cleaner there and the lighting almost never the same twice. It was one of his favourite places and he stumbled across it quite by chance, leaving him overjoyed at his his extraordinary luck, though now...now he found himself paying closer attention to Rika’s words. Perhaps it was not luck that led him there after all, but something far more intricate, like karma.

In all of the time he went there for photographs, the sun had always been warm on his back. The lighting had always been perfect and he had never been anything less than astounded at the magnificence of his surroundings. The day the police came, however, there was a thunderstorm and he had taken them, shivering, to the side of the water.

He did not know why he chose that as the site for his deception. Perhaps it came from some vain hope that she might still be standing there, watching the sun’s reflection. All he knew was that his lies spread far below the dark waters and every time he returned, the place was choked of everything that once made it beautiful.

He was reminded of the way his mother withered away, slowly at first and then so quickly that it seemed to happen overnight. She was bright too once: as warm as the sun and equally as awe-inspiring. He only wished he could forget the last time he had seen her; clammy hands cradling his face and sobbing.

She had begged him to be kind, if he could be nothing else. Kind even as his heart was breaking. Kind even if his heart was loathing. She had begged him to promise her that and he, tearful too, had agreed. He did not feel kind, though, as he watched the stormy seas. He who had ruined so many of the things he had come to love. He was half convinced of blood on his hands, even though he knew that no one had died.

With a sharp breath, he hoisted himself over the rail and gripped onto it tightly as he positioned himself on the edge. The waters below were choppy and he found himself oddly captivated by them. He had never before come so close to looking into his own soul; he who was drowning in his own depth of feeling and miles from the surface.

He could not single out an individual reason why he let go in the end. Perhaps it was the hopelessness of his current situation, combined with the overwhelming prospect of spending his days in a world that refused to sit still for a photograph.

He did not fight the tides as he sank under the water and it was only as an afterthought that he noticed his glasses float away into the distance. He closed his eyes upon the consideration that perhaps without his toxic karma, the world would be a better place.

As his ears began to ring, he remembered his mother. He remembered the bones of her face and the bags under her eyes that grew darker with every medication. He remembered her thinning hair and bony fingers and the way the dust gathered in their music room.

And only then did he struggle against the tides. Only then did he burst through to the surface and gasp, for Rika was not dead yet and neither was he.

There was still time.

12:21 am

Jihyun was not entirely sure how long he sat by the water in the end, catching his breath with the rain hammering against his face. He did know that it was a little after midnight when he all but collapsed in the front seat of his car. By then he was drenched from the water and had thrown up several times en route, his legs several times heavier than he remembered.

He had only planned to stay at the waterside for a few minutes and had not bothered to take his coffee with him. In his absence, it had filled the car with its scent and he mused over the possibility that it might still be warm as he took his phone from the glove compartment and dialed Jumin's number from muscle memory.

It did not cross his mind that his friend might be sleeping and Jihyun’s heart sank at the groggy sound of his voice as he answered the phone.

“Is something the matter?”

Jumin always did get to the point.

“I had a missed call from you,” said Jihyun. “You called me.”

Silence. Followed by a deep sigh on the other end of the line.

“I called you three days ago,” said Jumin. “I left you a voicemail message and an e-mail for clarification. Now-”

Wherever he was, he shifted his weight.

“-what is the matter?”

He might have been half asleep, but he was all business and Jihyun sipped his coffee in an attempt to calm his nerves. He regretted it almost instantly. Somehow it was colder than the ocean he'd just crawled out of.

“I've been thinking,” he said, putting it back in the cup holder near his glove compartment and wondering if it was better or worse that the ocean had tasted better.

“You called me to...tell me that?” Jumin ventured.

“No!” Jihyun groaned, his gaze drifting across to the passenger seat. “I've been thinking about Rika and...and karma. And-”

For a moment he forgot that his clothes were so wet and he sat back in his seat, only to flinch at the sensation of them touching him.

“Next week,” he said. “Can we go for coffee?”

If Jumin was baffled he remained quiet about it.

“Of course,” he said. “I'll confirm my schedule in the morning.”

For a while, the only sound was the rain on the roof of his car.

“Was that... everything?”

Jihyun took in his wet clothes. His missing glasses. The empty passenger seat and the cold coffee.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I'm sorry for calling so late. And I'm sorry I didn't return your e-mail..or your calls. I've just,” he sighed and ran his fingers through his dripping hair, “been very busy.”

He chuckled then, taking in his own reflection in the rear view mirror.

“It’s going to sound like a cliché, but I think that things are going to get better.”

For a while, the only sound was the rain on the roof of his car. When he finally broke the silence, Jumin did not sound in the least convinced.

“I'm glad.”

1.30 am

They lit the castle by candles at night. The glow from its windows illuminated the forest and cast dark shadows in the strangest of places. Somehow the rain only made it even more foreboding, like something out of a fairytale gone wrong. Jihyun half expected the doors to open by themselves or a suit of armour to move by itself in some long forgotten corridor.

She had been expecting him, but it became increasingly apparent that he had not been expecting her. The moment he entered the building, he took several steps back at the vision of her silhouette in the glow of no less than one hundred candles.

The artist in him wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and pore over every angle of the room. Every change in lighting. Every texture. He wanted to document all of it. The rest of him, however, was horrified.

“Why did you come here?” She asked, without turning away from the strange altar in front of her.

He did not know why, but he had expected her voice to be different. It shook him to his core when it sounded almost exactly the same.

“Rika,” he said, unable to stop staring at the way the light danced upon her golden hair. “Please listen to what I have to say.”

“You've said enough,” she said.

Behind them, the clock struck two.

“No,” he rushed towards her and reached for her hand. “I don't believe that. I can't believe that. The Rika that I loved would never do something like this. The Rika I loved was kind and gentle and loved other people and would do anything to make them happy and everyone loved her.”

Only as he said it did he realise that he might have been using her name, but he was not speaking about her. He was speaking of some other woman, long dead and buried in reality but forever dying in his soul.

“She...she saw the best in others,” he said, continuing on anyway. “She inspired them to be better; to be as kind as she was and I know she’s in there. I know...I can feel it in my soul...you can still be her. It’s not too late.”

Rika glanced up at him, tears welling in her eyes.

“Rika,” he said. “Come back to me. We can put things back the way they were. We can be the way we were.”

“V,” she said, so softly that he barely heard it, “that person…”

She reached up to cradle his face in her hands and even as he leaned into her touches, he knew he was thinking of someone else.

Rika stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Fuck her,” she hissed, before driving her thumbs into his eyes.

He jumped back, roaring in agony and clapping both hands over the bloody sockets.

“Rika,” he cried out, “why?”

2:15 am

It was hard to form words. His other senses were quickly compensating for the sudden vision loss, leaving him all but overwhelmed by the agony of his injury and nauseous from the blood that poured down his face.

“Rika?” He called out again.

“Rika?”

“Jihyun.”

He tore at his face, his chest heaving.

“Rika?!”

“Jihyun.”

Someone was stroking his shoulder.

“Jihyun, you're not there anymore,” that someone said.

He took a deep breath and slowly, hands shaking, lowered them from his eyes. He almost burst into tears of relief when he realised his hands were not in the least bit bloody.

“Jihyun, do you know where you are?”

He blinked. Glanced around the room.

That's right. He was in Jumin’s penthouse, tucked up in bed and in a cold sweat. Jumin sat to his left, bleary eyed but direct in his questions.

“Nari fetched some water. Would you like some?”

She sat to his right; holding the same glass of water that she fetched for him every night. It was Nari that had been stroking his shoulder.

He was not quite ready to speak so instead nodded at the prospect of water and Nari put the glass to his lips. His hands were shaky too.

“That was a bad one,” she said. “Would you like more?”

“No,” he said. “...No thank you.”

He laid back down, closing his eyes as Nari stroked his arm.

“Are you feeling better?” Jumin asked when he had finally stopped shaking.

It was a strange question to come from him and Jihyun could not help but smile into the pillows.

“I think my karma is,” he said.

3:04 am

They wrapped V in a warm blanket and left to brew a pot of tea in the kitchen. He had Elizabeth for company and they needed to take a breather to process the night’s events.

Nari did not know when exactly their nightly routine had gotten to the point of clockwork: Jumin rousing him back to consciousness while she disappeared into the kitchen and fetched water. At first, Jumin had sent her out of the room entirely to avoid seeing the more frightening of V’s outbursts and out of her feelings of helplessness came a need to do something.

Nari and Jumin always talked about it after and again with V in the morning so he could mention it to his therapist. Ordinarily, Jumin did not say much on the topic, but on this occasion, Nari could tell that something was bothering him.

“You okay?” She asked, leaning her head into his chest.

“Karma,” he said.

“What about it?”

Jumin took a sip of his tea, his face almost unreadable.

“He said it that time too.”

#suicide tw #drowning tw #eye trauma tw #mystic messenger #mysme #v #jihyun kim

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