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brighteststar707 · 5 months ago

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Hi I want to request tipsy with V please. It's been a while since we properly talk Faye and I'm so excited to read the things you will write for this event!

It has been so long since we last properly talked, isn't it! I hope life is treating you well, Xela. It's been so long since I've written for Jihyun but I had a lot of fun with this request and I hope I did him justice!

Tipsy Date

✦ Jihyun x Reader

A half-empty bottle of wine sits between your knees, and somewhere in the back of your mind you are aware of the condensation that's collecting on your legs and making you cold. The grass rustles in the breeze and�� tickles your skin.

You are content. With the view: flowers and greenery as far as the eye can see, the sun and clouds overhead and the scent of grass filling the air. With the company: Jihyun is buoyant today, filled with an infectious joy and slight hint of mischief you're indulging. With the drink: wine, a gift from Jumin from a recent visit.

Jihyun had whipped the bottle out of the fridge this afternoon and insisted on enjoying it outside in the fields surrounding your home. The weather had been temperamental lately, and he had spent the past few days holed up in his studio, appearing only every so often to give you a peck on the cheek and bring you into the studio to ask for your opinion on his latest piece.

The drink has gone to your head already, as you warned him it would after your first sip. At the time, he had only grinned in response, as if this was his plan all along.

Your legs are bare, you are more relaxed than you have been in a while, leaning back, basking in the sun and taking in the sight of Jihyun in front of you. His cheeks are slightly flushed, both from the drink and the sun overhead.

He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously.

“Do I have something on my face?”

You squint for a second, then shake your head. It wouldn't be the first time he has walked around with a drop of paint or charcoal smudge on his cheeks.

“No, why?”

“You've been staring for a while. I was getting worried.”

You giggle. You have both come a long way in the time you have been together, but sometimes the old insecurities peek through. It's ridiculous to you, in this state, that he cannot understand how he still enraptures you.

“I'm just enjoying the view.”

Now it is his turn to laugh. It's a silly line that somehow still works on him after all this time.

“I should have brought my camera,” he says. “The lighting and the scenery are perfect for some portrait shots.”

“We'll just have to come out and do this again soon. Wine and all.” You reply. He recently started giving you photography lessons and you already had a small collection of snaps forming.

You agree with him, though. The clouds in the sky today remind you of a painting of a moody artist - wispy white under more defined silver-lined clouds. The breeze becomes a gust, and you can taste a storm in the air.

You can see it already, the two of you in front of the fireplace tonight, heads still light and stomachs full of something hearty, listening to the pattering rain outside and knowing you have each other safe and warm.

You pick up the bottle and bring it to your lips once more. It's a fine wine, and you make a mental note to take note of the label later.

You hold out the bottle in front of you and jiggle it slightly in front of his eyes.

“It's almost empty. What's the plan now?”

He takes it from you and finishes it off, tipping the bottle all the way back.

“I'm not sure. I hadn't planned this far ahead.”

“So your plan was just to get drunk in a field?”

“Yes. Romantic, isn't it?”

“You're no better than a teenager.”

He laughs again. “Maybe not. But you must admit it's fun.”

You find you don't have a contradiction to make. You feel light and buzzy, and were it not for the rain you're sure is coming, you could sit here all day.

He smiles at you, pleased at this little back-and-forth. It has become the language of your love, these little teasing exchanges, punctuated with smiles and little prods and laughter. Easy and happy.

“Hold that pose,” you say suddenly, reaching around in the grass for your phone.

He raises a quizzical eyebrow but otherwise sits obediently.

Your phone camera is far less professional than his camera, and it doesn't quite catch the depth of the clouds and sunlight. What it does catch, however, is the glow of Jihyun's cheeks and the affection and softness in his eyes.

#ngl I was thinking a bit about the way you write jihyun while writing this fic #bc I love your characterisation of him so much #mini event #my writing #mystic messenger #mystic messenger Jihyun #mystic messenger V #mystic messenger jihyun kim #mysme v #mysme jihyun

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talistheintrovert · 2 years ago

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The Eighth Sense post-canon drabbles because I'm so obsessed with them I'm going to chew my way through my bedframe if I don't get it out of my system.

Chapter 1: Jaewon introduces Jihyun to his friends and Taehyung doesn't understand why Jihyun gets on with everybody except him.

Read it HERE!!

#the eighth sense #kdrama #jaewon x jihyun #jihyun x jaewon #kim jihyun #seo jaewon #ft. taehyung in this particular chapter obviously #along with cameo appearances from all your faves #yoon won #ae ri #joonpyo #my fics #fanfic #not the end of the story (wait and see)

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cephydeluxe · 3 months ago

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v x rika is my benevolent goddess that i pray to each and every night because they are the gift that keeps on giving and giving cuz i just imagined the most gutwrenching breakup scene ever whilst listening 2 "sun's love" it's perfect i beg you 2 try it

#v route my beloved #4 realz tho v route vika breakup is my go to scene to play 4 inspo #its got everything man #“we were just confirming each others existence” ABSOLUTELY COOKINGGGG ‼️‼️‼️#if i ever try writing the fic im imagining it would so obviously be inspired by vika its crazy #ILL LOVE THEM 4EVER </3333 #jihyun kim #rika kim #rika x v #cephy talks #mystic messenger #SoundCloud

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apriiciitty · 2 years ago

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underneath the covers (jihyun/jaewon)

jihyun could stare at him for hours and hours without getting bored, there was nothing that could make jihyun tired of him. jaewon was like a surprise, like a book with blooming pages, like a secret, a few could understand.

and jihyun was curious. jihyun was attracted to puzzles, to mysteries. he was attracted to things that were hard to understand and solve. and opposites attract. that's the rule of nature none can deny.

read ‘underneath the covers’ HERE

#the eighth sense #the eighth sense bl #jaewon and jihyun are on my mind 24/7 #jihyun and jaewon #the eighth sense fic #mxm fiction #ao3 #the eighth sense destroyed my mentality in a good way??#the eighth sense jaewon and jihyun #kim jihyun #seo jaewon

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undressedheartsblog · 2 years ago

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I WOULD NEVER FALL UNLESS IT'S YOU I FALL INTO (seo jaewon/kim jihyun) - The Eighth Sense

* Post-Canon

* Comfort

* Cute

#fanfic #one shot #fic #the eighth sense #kim jihyun #seo jaewon #cute

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ariseur · 1 year ago

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who i write for 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

(devil may cry)

dante

vergil

nero

nico

lady

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

(final fantasy vii)

zack fair

cloud strife

sephiroth

genesis rhapsodos

angeal hewley

reno (sinclair)

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(final fantasy xv)

noctis lucis caelum

ignis scientia

prompto argentum

gladiolus amicitia

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

( jujutsu kaisen )

gojo satoru

yuuji itadori

megumi fushiguro

kento nanami

kugusaki nobara

yuta okkotsu

toji fushiguro

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( mystic messenger )

hyun ryu / zen

707 / luciel / saeyoung choi

ray / saeran choi

jihyun kim / v

yoosung kim

jumin han

jaehee kang

╭┉┈◦ೋ•◦❥•◦my won’ts

i won’t do full smut / porn without plot !! if you must request for something nsfw, i ask that you pair it with ideas for more plot rather than nsfw — im not a big fan of writing nsfw in general.

i will not write about polyamory or labels that are important to the story such as trans masculine, etc !! i’m not educated enough on this topic and would hate to offend somebody.

i will not write about anything involving suicide or mental health disorders, i am also not very well versed in this topic.

i will not respond to dm’s, if you want to talk to me or would like to request something, please send something to my ask box !! i’m very iffy on direct messaging.

i will not write oc x canon.

i will not write for or create any au’s / alternate universes!! i just hate reading about it and i hate writing about it, hope you guys can understand!!

╭┉┈◦ೋ•◦❥•◦my will’s

i will write about things like period cramps or injuries, as long as they’re not super severe.

i will write headcanons, blurbs, and drabbles, and fics ^-^!!

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cloudcountry · 10 months ago

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azulashengrottospiano -> cloudcountry azulashengrottospiano is now the url of my side blog!

AUBURN!! she/they pronouns. 19. arospec & asexual. main interests: twst, mairuma, ikemen games, stardew valley. ୨ you do not have permission to put my works into any ai. ୧

❀ FAVS!! ❀ ― leviathan, satan (om!), isaac newton, william shakespeare, vincent van gogh (ikevamp), zero, edgar bright (ikerev), jihyun kim or v, hyun ryu or zen, keith howell, andro jazz, shichiro balam, purson soi, shane, elliott, harvey (sdv.)

just because i like to be organized :3 ⤷ request rules. boundaries. friend codes. ikemen faq. you can find my fics under #auburn's fics <3 (i'm too lazy to fix the links in my masterlist sobs)

#blog things <3

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wipbigbang · 7 months ago

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Round 2 Of Artists Claims For The Regular WIPBB Are Open! Round 2 lasts until July 31st! You may claim 3 fics this round!

This is one of the fics open for claiming...

Mystic Messenger #077 Title: I'll Save You Pairing/Characters: 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character, Kang Jaehee & Main Character, Zen | Ryu Hyun & Main Character, Kim Yoosung & Main Character, Han Jumin & Main Character, V | Kim Jihyun & Main Character, Choi Saeran & Main Character Rating: Teen | T Warnings/Tags: Cults, Kidnapping, Drugs, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse Summary: In which MC saves them all (except one)

The list of remaining fics and the link to sign up are below!

#wip big bang #signal boost #looking for an artist #mystic messenger #707 x mc #main character #chloe luciel #mysme 707 #mm 707 #mystic messenger 707 #kang jaehee #zen #ryu hyun #kim yoosung #han jumin #v #kim jihyun #choi saeran

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year ago

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Yay, an ask game!! >:3 Learning about everyone's writing process is always so interesting to me 👀

Ok, I'm really curious about your answers to 3, 20 and 56 ✧

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Crying. There is a lot of crying involved as I sit down and try to figure out the best way to cultivate a chapter. I need to have some kind of music playing when I'm working. I don't just make those character playlists because they're fun to make, I make them because they help me create a story. I will listen to a song on repeat until it gets me the juice I need for the scene I'm writing.

Music is what motivates me to get into the rhythm of writing, and it helps me set the environmental tone.

Depending on what I'm listening to, it can really shape the story experience and sometimes it can help me deviate from the initial path I created. I do create outlines before I write a story and a chapter by chapter assessment, but sometimes things can change on the spot if I get a good idea thanks to a song.

Also, there are days when I will use voice to text features to help me write. I really like to get into the theatrics of a story so sometimes I'll just be narrating it out loud as it types itself out.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

That's an interesting question but I do know more than anything that grammarly likes to scream at me about using too many complex sentences and using the word "that" way too much.

I have a tendency to use very specific tropes. I will always follow a path of hurt comfort no matter what I'm writing. There will be hurt, there will be comfort, we will learn something about ourselves along the way, and we will cry until the happy ending. How many times have I used a kidnapping plot? How many times have I made a character beat around the bush with their emotions?

How many times have I made Zen the best friend to the reader insert character? Will I ever cut Jihyun Kim some slack? I know I have a lot of little nitpicky things but I haven't really thought about what that appears to be for people that read a lot of my stories. I would be curious to know what people notice that is similar.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I think if there's anything I pride myself on it's the ability to capture what I want to express out loud but can't ever seem to do in person. If that makes any sense. I'm able to cultivate a story very easily that is filled with winding and complex emotions. It's easier for me to express myself that way than it is for me to do it outside of the story. It's strange.

But, I have grown a lot by learning how I can express myself through my writing.

#mod kait #ask #natashainspace #ask game #not mm

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xelasrecords · 2 months ago

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Have Yourself a Lonely Little Christmas

Han Jumin & Kim Jihyun

Jumin is disappointed that V is late to RFA’s Christmas party. Still, he waits up for him.

(Aka Santa V speedrunning Jumin’s disappointment.)

A/N: It’s almost Christmas and I’m super sad. Love that my sadness is so productive.

Words: 2.4k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Jumin tapped his fingers around the mug of mulled wine, its warmth seeping into his palms. V said he would come to the Christmas party, but it was approaching midnight. Everyone was already fast asleep in Jumin’s guest rooms and V had yet to prove his existence.

It was tough to keep his hopes up for a friend whose favourite activity was to let him down. V could very well be breaking yet another promise. Jumin’s stomach curdled. Loving V was exhausting work where he tended to receive less than he gave.

Still, Jumin never stopped trying. It would yield a favourable outcome if he could just perfect his methods. Someday, V would realise he could lean on him, that Jumin was his friend and he would try his best not to cause Jumin any more pain.

Someday, V would care more.

With the mug in his hand, Jumin went over to the fairy lights that Zen and Luciel had strung around the Christmas tree, almost stumbling over a miniature train. He grazed the tiny light bulbs, yellow glow twinkling on his face, and suppressed the urge to plunge the room into darkness. Jumin was used to his living room unlit in the evening; it subdued the loneliness that hung around him like a ghost.

The others would be disappointed too if he cut short the spirit of Christmas for his comfort, and he didn’t fancy dealing with their complaints in the morning.

Jumin’s head perked up when he heard a shuffling behind the front door. Was it V? Had he come bearing gifts or another coal of bad news? Jumin felt a flush of pride at his ability to apply Christmas colloquialism to his thoughts. Yoosung’s effort in teaching him wasn’t wasted.

The door creaked open and a tall, gaunt silhouette stepped in with much caution. No bodyguard was accompanying him, so it could only mean one thing. Jumin’s shoulders dropped in relief and he assumed a very casual stride towards V.

“You’re late. The party is over.” Jumin crossed his arms.

V pulled down his scarf, huffing, and Jumin had to restrain himself from reacting to V’s sallow cheeks and sunken eyes. V was like a skittish cat; one wrong move would send him running. “I know, I’m sorry,” V said in a hurry. “I needed to take care of a few things.”

“Nothing is more important than your health. You won’t achieve anything if you don’t balance your effort with adequate rest.” Jumin took his coat and offered him a cup of hot chocolate that he had made in case V came.

V took the cup eagerly and smiled. “I’m not the only one still up at this hour.”

“I wonder who’s the cause of it.” Jumin sighed. “You came bearing presents.” His gaze flicked to the shopping bags lining V’s arm. “You should put them underneath the tree, the members will be delighted to know that you remember.”

V teetered in his position. He was about to form another apology but changed his mind when Jumin closed his eyes and shook his head. “All right.” V knelt on the floor and arranged the presents around the tree with care. “I wrapped one for each of them. There’s also one for Elizabeth the Third. Would you record their reaction for me when they open them tomorrow?”

Jumin halted in his step, his brief imagination of his white cat majestically scratching open the wrapping paper ruined. “You’re not staying?”

“I’m sorry.”

Jumin craned his neck towards the ceiling. He was tired of apologies and even more tired of the self-imposed expectation that he had to forgive V. But he knew he would. He always did.

V didn’t mean to hurt him. He had tried his best. At least he was here now.

“Don’t taint the holiday spirit with negativity,” said Jumin.

“I thought you don’t partake in celebrating holidays?” V looked up at him. “According to you, they’re commercialised occasions to earn more profit. You repeat this statement every year.”

Jumin let out a bitter chuckle and took a seat beside V. “You have always known me best.”

“I’m glad you’re not alone this year.”

A weight dropped on Jumin’s chest. He observed his loneliness with detachment as if it couldn’t claim him if he put enough distance between them. “Am I?” he murmured. Only he was to blame if V couldn’t read his mind.

V nodded towards the hall where the guest rooms were. “You have them. They are a good company to keep.”

“I suppose they are, but they’re not you.”

V squeezed his shoulder, then stared up at the mismatched decorations on the tree. It had no theme because everyone wanted different things, and it didn’t bother Jumin as long as he got to put Elizabeth the Third mascot on top. Zen had fought him on it with the power of exaggerated sneezes, but it was either that or calling off the party.

It was easy to win when you were the host with all the bargaining power.

V had a serene smile pasted on his face. “Do you remember the Christmas parties my father used to throw when we were children?”

“It was so tedious that we used to hide in the attic until your father threatened to throw away your action figures.” Jumin sipped his mulled wine. It was getting cold. A shame.

“So you stowed them away in your pockets for me.” V laughed. “You were already wearing a suit and a tie even then.”

“I could never influence you to wear it too.”

“I like breathable fabric,” V said. “My house was stifling enough.”

Understandable. V’s father utilised oppressive techniques to keep the family in line. Jumin used to feel powerless that he couldn’t protect V from him. It was a good thing that V managed to get himself out of there. “You’re meant to be free and explore the world. I’m not familiar with that feeling, but I know this photography career is the right choice for you.”

V was oddly silent.

Jumin looked over to see him fiddling with a stray ribbon that fell off the garland, tearing one strand loose at a time. His heart constricted. He could tell V was weighed down by something he was not allowed to help carry the burden for.

“Are you happy?” Jumin asked.

V glanced through his mint hair, not quite looking at Jumin. “I’m all right.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“I will be.” V collected the ribbon threads and set them aside. “Don’t worry about me too much. I just have some matters to settle, then I’ll be more active for the organisation.”

“I worry about you because you don’t reserve any for yourself. You haven’t been the same since Rika left—I know no one is, but you just... disappeared.” He looked down at the mug, itching to crush it with his fingers. “All of us are trying to keep this Christmas tradition alive. You don’t have to be here every day, but you should’ve upheld your duty as the RFA leader just for today. They needed you. I need you.”

Flickers of frustration nicked at Jumin. As with everything regarding V, Jumin’s feelings about him were complicated. He missed him, but it was often mixed with agitation and disappointment, yet he couldn’t let this connection go. He didn’t have anyone else. No one could understand him the way V did.

V took the mug out of his hands. Jumin didn’t notice they were trembling. “I’m here now.”

V didn’t get it, and it wrecked Jumin that he didn’t. He wanted his friend back, not a phantom masquerading in his stead. He wanted to laugh again, to commiserate about the olden times without agony stabbing at him because he couldn’t rewind the time. He wanted to relive the moments when V still walked Jumin through his bleakest days.

Jumin never banned him from living his life, he merely wished he was a part of it.

There must be something Jumin had done to deserve losing two friends when only one had died. He still got a dreadful, chilling sensation that spread through his body when he thought of Rika. Those he loved kept leaving him and he lacked the power to stop them.

Sometimes, he wondered if he should give in and follow them instead.

But he was responsible for Elizabeth the Third. He had to take care of her, and RFA wouldn’t function as well without him. All members played a pivotal role and Jumin was no exception. He was also the executive director of C&R and thousands of employees relied on him. His father would lose the one family member who actually cared about him.

He just couldn’t fail.

Jumin took a sharp inhale and handed V a present that Assistant Kang had helped him wrap. It was thanks to her that the edges were aligned to perfection. “You didn’t think I forgot your gift, did you?”

V lit up with a rare excitement that resembled one from his happier years. “Thank you, Jumin. I’ll open it later.”

“You can open it now.” He nudged with his elbow. It placated Jumin that V hadn’t lost his ability to be joyful.

V checked his watch and winced. “I’m afraid I can’t. I have a flight to catch.”

“But you just got here,” Jumin said in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. I really tried to arrive earlier.”

He should have tried harder, Jumin thought. But V’s eyes were downcast and his fingers were continually wringing themselves. He was anxious about something and it was likely to be significant.

Jumin shouldn’t hold V back from travelling to where he wanted to go. And if where he wanted to go during this holiday season was not where Jumin was, well, there was nothing he could do about it.

“I shall walk you out.” Jumin rose to his feet, his hand outstretched at V. He took it, and it shocked Jumin that V’s palm was scratched and more calloused than what was regarded as normal. “Did you hurt your hand?”

V jerked his hand away and stuffed it in his pocket. “Just a minor accident while taking a picture.”

Jumin didn’t believe him in the slightest, but he didn’t pry. “Please be careful.” He handed V his coat. “It’s not your time to die yet.”

“Are you a grim reaper now?” V’s voice took on a jesting tone.

Jumin wasn’t in the mood to humour him. “No one knows when death will come to find us, but right now is not yours. Now or the foreseeable future.”

“You tend to see too far ahead into the future.”

“Exactly,” Jumin said. “It’s my effort to preserve your life.”

They both lingered at the doorway. Barely 20 minutes had passed since V’s arrival. Before Rika’s death, the amount of time they allocated for talking didn’t affect how Jumin felt about V. Now even forever wouldn’t be enough to mend their splintering connection.

V was so far from him. Jumin couldn’t reach him anymore.

“Do you consider me your friend?” Jumin asked.

V’s teal eyes widened in surprise. “Why, of course. You’re my dearest friend in the world.”

Jumin clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders. “I’m always here when you need me. Keep that in mind.”

“I know.” V offered him a wan smile and clutched his gift tighter. “You are a much better friend than me.”

There was something in V’s voice that caused Jumin’s breath to catch. Somehow, it felt urgent to know that he would come back to him, that there would be a next time. This fear was irrational as all emotion-based actions were, but Jumin had to do something to keep V here. Something, anything. A last-ditch attempt to let V know he was wanted.

“Can you tell me when you will return? I’ll prepare a bottle of vintage wine for us to indulge in.” Jumin almost stumbled upon his words as he rushed them out.

��I can’t predict the future. I’m not the magician from your spellbook.” V chuckled, but it contained a sorrow that Jumin was sure he didn’t imagine hearing.

Jumin’s fists curled. “Just—come back. Don’t be gone for too long.” He had always waited for V, and they both knew he would wait forever. He could do that. Jumin was excellent in waiting. The misery from the sluggish passage of time was worth it so long as V remained alive.

After a blink of hesitation, V pulled Jumin into an embrace. His arms flew up around V and grabbed at the back of his coat, trying not to remember the times they used to hug farewell after their families had celebrated Christmas together. Those playful nudges beneath the poker face they donned, the pretences of being serious adults as they drank their grape juice, the secretive winks V threw at him in anticipation of sneaking off to the attic where no adults could fuss over them.

V felt incredibly brittle. He had shrunk so much in so little time. Many times they had hugged, yet they were never enough. Nothing could reassure Jumin that V was fine when the facts were presented to him like this. Even his denial had a limit.

“I really must leave now.” V stood back in the hallway, the harsh lights making him seem more pallid than Jumin remembered. “Happy Christmas, Jumin.”

It took all his strength not to say it back. If he could postpone his wishes, V would not leave. He could stay back for one more second. Two. Three.

It was a childish wish. Santa Claus was a product of fiction and nobody could grant Jumin even a moment longer with his closest friend.

V had to go. He was always someone with a place to be, and Jumin was always someone who was left behind.

V nodded with a resigned smile and turned around. He knew Jumin couldn’t reply, so he didn’t push. V had seen right through him. Even when their meetings were sparse and Jumin was convinced he was losing him, some feelings could stay unspoken and V could hear them without trying.

V entered the lift and the doors shut before him.

“Happy Christmas, V,” whispered Jumin.

Footnotes:

I find Jumin’s character sad because despite not being treated well by V, he still thinks the world of him. He puts their friendship on a pedestal while V just continues to whack at the said pedestal.

I’ve never written about Jumin and V’s canon friendship where it’s the focus because I always wanted to plop them into an AU where they’re happy and fine, but no more. Time to make them suffer.

These songs were on rotation as I wrote: I Look in People’s Windows for the lonely winter vibe, Jolly Old St. Nicholas for the nostalgic vibe, and coney island especially the “disappointments close your eyes and it gets colder and colder” part.

#xela writes #jumin han #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #jumin han angst #jumin han fic #jihyun kim fic #mystic messenger v #juminv #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #platonic

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fakeuwus · 10 months ago

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UNDERSTAND | CHAPTER 18: hes MENstruating

warnings: mention of a period lmao, typos

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xelasrecords · 1 year ago

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15 FOR V I'm going to cry if I'm too late for this

Thank you for the request Xela! It's about time I wrote something nice and fluffy for V, it's been far too long. I hope I've done him justice here for you and you enjoy the fic <3

Finding excuses to be alone with each other

✦ V x fem!MC

✦ Words: 1198

Jihyun had spent a lot of time in that quiet cabin in the mountains trying to picture what his return to the RFA would look like. He had so many hopes and twice as many fears. Would his friends take him back, or are the things he did in the past unforgivable? Part of his growth in his time away was learning that he had to be okay with both answers, and that he couldn’t force forgiveness out of anyone.

When he was planning his and Saeran’s return, he had only allowed himself to hope for a warm welcome from Jumin and for forgiveness from the person he left waiting. She had filled his dreams nearly every night since he left, there was so much he wanted to tell her about his time away, he had so much to prove to her.

From the rest of the RFA, he only hoped to not be hated.

Imagine his surprise when they all surrounded him in surprise and excitement upon his return. He was the centre of attention, with two years’ worth of pent up curiosity and anticipation coming to a head all at once. There seemed to be no talk of hatred or resentment, even from her.

He hadn’t expected to only get a few minutes alone with her at that RFA party to say all that he had wanted to. She had started at him like he wasn’t quite real and he clasped her hands in his and tried to say things that could never express what he had been through in the past few years. All the growing he had done, the things he had learned, all the reasons he thinks he can actually be good for her now.

Then, everyone else descended upon them again, pressing glasses of champagne into his hand and asking him so many questions. Never mind, there would be more time later for them to talk properly.

He spent the rest of the night surrounded by more people than he had been around in years, accepting drinks and exchanging stories. Always craning his neck to make sure she was close by, pulling her into conversation at times. Everyone’s smiles had brightened somewhat, and the party was a stunning success for more reasons than one.

The only thing that was bothering him was that he hadn’t gotten another moment to talk to her alone since their initial reunion. Everything he had wanted to say to her still sat on the tip of his tongue, desperate to spill out, only encouraged by the drinks he had been given. He wanted to explain himself, say everything his letters couldn’t possibly express. He wanted to hold her close for every warm memory of her that kept him going when he was away. He wanted to feel her breath on his skin and hear his name from her mouth so he’d know that it was all real.

He caught her eye as they were watching an animated discussion between Jumin and Zen unfold, and he was thrilled to find a glint of mischief there. He might have only returned a few hours ago, but he could read the frustration in her body language all too well. Every time someone new interrupted their conversations, she shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Now, she raised an eyebrow and her eyes darted quickly to the storeroom and back to him. It was all he needed to get the message.

A few seconds later, she slipped away from the conversation (which was quickly growing into an argument, with Yoosung and Saeyoung egging them both on) and disappeared behind the storeroom door. Nobody seemed any the wiser. Jihyun stuck around for a few more minutes before making a quick excuse (that fell on deaf ears) and joining her.

“Hi,” she says once the door is closed again. Here, her voice sounds smaller than it did out in the hall. She keeps looking at his face as if she’s internally adjusting a mental image. He supposes he looks quite different than he did a few years ago. So does she, after all.

“Hi.”

The space they occupy is a strange one. They are practically strangers who also happen to know each other better than anyone else. She may not know the way his smile is sort of crooked but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. She has lived in his house for the past two years and he sees her face every time he closes his eyes.

She’s standing with her back resting against the wall. He joins her, leaning against his arm and angling himself towards her. They fall into a soft conversation, their faces angled close to each other so they barely have to raise their voices above a whisper. They had gone over the pleasantries earlier, and now he wants to make steps to fill in the most urgent gaps that had formed during their separation.

Up close, she admires just how well their time apart had treated him. His skin has a healthy glow and his cheeks are fuller. His hair is shorter than it was when she last saw him, but it has the look of a haircut that’s on its way to being grown out. The sides flip over his ears and make him look a little scruffy, fitting for the trip he just returned from. The front is styled in a graceful swoop that falls into his eyes every time he leans towards her.

He's beautiful.

As they talk, the pieces start to fall into place. Despite everything that has changed, things still feel the same way they did two years ago. Something sparks between them, something that could grow into something more substantial, if they allow it to.

As he talks, she reaches out a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. He freezes, momentarily surprised, but then he chuckles gleefully. The whole scenario feels ridiculous, the two of them sneaking to a back room, slowly putting the pieces of their relationship back together while hiding away like teenagers. It’s not the grand reunion he had pictured, it’s much more mundane than that, but it’s somehow so much better.

He leans back a little to shift his balance, but she playfully tugs at his collar, keeping him from getting too far. He follows, leaning in closer than he has dared to yet, until their foreheads are touching. His hand rests on the wall by her waist so he can support himself against the wall and still keep himself close.

Everything is so new but this closeness feels familiar, as if everything before was simply building up to this moment. Their faces angle to slot together perfectly without a second’s hesitation. He can smell her perfume and feel her breath on his skin and can almost taste her. Almost.

One of them – he isn’t sure who – closes the gap and they kiss.

It's better than forgiveness, it's better than redemption. It's a promise of something new, something better. It is as familiar as a song learned by heart and it's entirely theirs.

The party carries on without them outside, and they are none the wiser.

#DAMN ME IF THIS ISN'T ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I'VE READ ABOUT HIM IN A WHILE #i was grinning from the start to finish let me tell you that #and still grinning now as i'm typing this #the way you described his (slightly) outgrown hair?! it's like you know that's my favourite hairstyle of his #the softness the chemistry especially nearing the end of the fic oh #i want to be her #his gentle mannerism drives me crazy #FAYE GRIPPING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS TO SAY THANK YOU #i'm going to daydream about this a little while longer #when i saw the notification i instantly dropped everything i was doing and read this #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #reads

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