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[dangerous-mess]

Falling Apart

Characters: V (Jihyun Kim), gender neutral reader

Contains: Overworked/stressed reader, mentions of anxiety, implied anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, slight angst, Mint Eye mentioned, concerned V. 

Word Count: 1K 

Y/N worked quietly at their desk, planning ahead for the next party that was only a number of days away. Although this was nothing like their first party, the last few days were always stressful for Y/N. Trying to make sure everything was in line and perfect for this RFA party was always a big deal, more so with all of the members depending on them. Y/N let out a sigh and put their head down on the desk, fighting back the urge to cry. There was so much work to be done and yet there didn’t seem to be enough time to get everything done and in order. 

Y/N was brought back to reality when they felt a hand touch their back. They didn’t need to look up to know it was Jihyun, or V as most of the RFA referred to him as. Y/N still kept their head down on the table, knowing the moment they locked eyes with their boyfriend, the flood gates would open up. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Their boyfriend asked, his voice filled with worry and concern. They knew he would worry, he always still worried quite a bit about them ever since the Mint Eye incident all those years ago. 

Y/N just nodded slightly, messing up the papers that rested under their head. They could feel the look that Jihyun was giving them and they knew this would only cause more worry, even if they claimed to be fine. Though, he would just let it go until Y/N was ready to talk about everything. They felt him press a kiss to the top of their head and whisper some kind words before they heard him leave the room, leaving them alone once again. Amongst the stress and now building anxiety and guilt, Y/N was beginning to feel as if they didn’t deserve this happy ending, that they didn’t deserve to even be with Jihyun at all. 

Y/N finally lifted their head, the tears no longer being held by the dam within their eyes. They pushed themselves away from the table, not wanting to mess up any of the paperwork, knowing that it would only cause them more stress down the road. With shaky arms Y/N pushed themselves out of the chair and walked to the door. They placed their hand on the door handle and just stood there, unsure if going to their boyfriend was the right move. The anxiety started to kick in and they began to question all their moves and motives. What if he found them weak or stupid for crying and getting upset over the party? What if he assumed they couldn’t handle it anymore and passed it on to someone else, like Jaehee who was already overworked already. Their mind spiraled and began to run all over the place and they attempted to lower themself to the floor only to fall with a hard thud to the ground instead. This only caused Y/N to cry even harder, from the feeling of being overwhelmed with everything going on around them. 

They heard footsteps coming from down the hall and knew Jihyun had heard the fall. It would be any second now that he would see them here like this and everything would be over, everything would fall apart. The door slowly opened, Y/N stopping it from opening all the way as they sat near it. V managed to sneak in and close the door softly before sitting down near Y/N. Y/N looked up with tear filled eyes to see worry filled on their boyfriend’s face. 

“I’m ok,” was all Y/N managed to get out as they choked back another sob wanting to escape. V wiped their tears and asked Y/N something though they weren’t able to process what was said, they simply just nodded. Y/N felt his arms wrap around them and felt Jihyun pull them close. 

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Y/N made out the sentence, slowly coming back to reality although their mind was still very much unkind and running on full speed. Thoughts of the party filled their head and they felt the sudden urge to just push through and finish the planning, ignoring the comfort they were feeling. Y/N tried to push out of V’s arms but couldn’t escape to no avail. “Y/N please talk to me, something is clearly upsetting you and I want to help, even if it is simply easing your mind.” 

Y/N just cried harder as they tried to fight out of Jihyun’s arms. “Please...V, I gotta finish stuff for the party, I’ll be ok, I promise.” Y/N plead, “I just need to finish the party stuff and then everything will be ok.”

“Y/N, just take a break. You are doing so great already and everything will turn out fine. You are stressing yourself out.” Jihyun spoke, his voice laced with concern. 

Y/N let themselves slump back into their boyfriend’s arms and just find comfort in them. “I just want this to be as perfect as all the past ones were. I need it to be.” Y/N mumbled out, trying to stop the tears from rolling down their face.  

“And it will be, you’ve done a fantastic job so far and I know this party will be the best one yet. You need to let yourself rest though.” He spoke, his voice soothing and sweet. Y/N knew this and knew that it was implied that they were beginning to overwork themselves like Jaehee unfortunately does. 

“I can’t promise that I won’t continue to work later tonight, but I promise I’ll take more breaks.” Y/N said, drying their tears and nuzzling into Jihyun. “More so if these breaks involve you.” 

Jihyun chuckled and softly kissed the top of Y/N’s head. “I’ll always be here for you, during your breaks or otherwise.” 

Y/N smiled and leaned up, kissing him softly. “I love you, Jihyun.” 

“And I love you my sweet Y/N.”

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Mystic Messenger Fluff Week 2020 - Day 3: Household chores

A little shorter but on time; here is day 3! And again, check out @mmfluffweek and spread the love! ♡

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Teehee Day 3: The price of cleaning

Theodosia is laying on her stomach on their bed, chin in her hands as she watches Jaehee plugging in the vacuum cleaner. With a reproachful expression, her girlfriend turns around. “You’re really not going to help, are you?”

There’s a hint of a mischievous grin on Theo’s lips as she shrugs. “I told you the apartment would be fine for a few more days, you’re the one who insisted on cleaning.”

Knitting her brows, Jaehee puts her hands to her hips. “There are literal dust bunnies everywhere, babe.” 

Hearing that, Theo can’t help but snicker softly. Jaehee is indeed very right, their home is in desperate need of cleaning, since Theo has succeeded in convincing her to postpone the cleaning for a few days now. It’s just… Theo really doesn’t want to do the work. 

“I like bunnies! I vote as long as there is enough space to walk and the bed is free from clothes, it’s fine.” Of course she will help Jaehee sooner or later but she plans to put off the inevitable for as long as possible.

The smirk that appears on Jaehee’s lips spells trouble, though.

“Should I call Alexandra and ask for her opinion on this matter?”

Aaaaaand that’s Theo’s cue to jump to her feet to grab the duster. “Nope! We’re good!” She pouts at her. “There was really no need to threaten me like that.”

Jaehee’s amused laugh is more than worth cleaning the entire apartment and Theo’s pout vanishes within a second, being replaced by a fond smile. 

“Apparently, there was.” Still chuckling, she leans in to peck Theo’s lips. “You do the dusting, it doesn’t make sense to vacuum clean first. I’ll start cleaning the kitchen, alright?”

Sighing, Theo nods her head. “Fine. But I want one of those”, she points to her own lips, referring to their quick kiss, “everytime we pass each other.”

That makes Jaehee laugh again. “I think that’s a reasonable deal. I accept.” She turns around to walk out of the room.

“Duh duh duh!” Before she can leave, Theo makes a disapproving sound, pointing to her lips again. But Jaehee only grins. “I didn’t pass you another time yet.” She winks at her, turns around and exits the room, leaving a speechless Theo behind. 

“Rude…” She mumbles to herself, hearing another laugh coming from the other room in response, causing herself to chuckle as well. Maybe cleaning isn’t all that bad after all.

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As soon as Theo finishes her halfhearted dusting, she calls for Jaehee to come over in a demanding tone. Slowly, very slowly, Jaehee walks in with an innocent smile. With a few, quick steps, Theo pointedly places herself right in the middle of Jaehee’s way to the vacuum cleaner and scowls at her. This causes Jaehee to laugh again before she, again, very slowly, approaches Theo. Having a hard time to keep up her sulky behavior, Theo’s scowl turns into more of a grimace as she tries to suppress her grin unsuccessfully. 

As Jaehee is about to walk by her, she stops right next to her so they stand shoulder to shoulder. They stare at each other for a moment, before Jaehee suddenly shoots forward and presses her lips to Theo’s for just a second. 

Theo squints her eyes at her. “You love to torture me, don’t you?” 

Again, Jaehee laughs. “I have to admit, you’re extremely cute when you try to act to be mad.” Still chuckling, she leans forward again and kisses Theo sweetly, a bit longer this time. “Better?”

With a loving grin, Theo nods. “Better.”

Both are smiling as they seperate to continue their respective tasks. 

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Sometimes Theo leaves her tools in the room Jaehee is in on purpose and sometimes Jaehee pretends to need a certain cleaning supply that’s in the cabinet right behind Theodosia, just to be able to steal a few kisses. Weirdly enough, this tactic causes Theo to clean better than she ever has before and Jaehee feels an unknown joy to this activity as well. 

After a while, Theo is so deep into cleaning mode, that she barely realizes that she walks past Jaehee in an actual search for the dustpan, until she gets grabbed by the wrist and Jaehee pulls her towards her. A bit startled, Theo blinks before Jaehee’s lips meet hers. 

Confused, she looks at Jaehee’s offended face. “You almost broke our deal there, babe.”

Theo can’t help but smile fondly, Jaehee is just too cute.

“Sorry, darling.” She softly kisses the tip of Jaehee’s nose. “Thank you for saving me from breaking a contract.”

With a satisfied smile, Jaehee shrugs. “That’s my job.”

For the rest of the day, there is not a single kiss missed until the entire apartment is spick and span.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | ArixSaeyoung, ArixSaeran – Batter Battles | Commission

***I was commissioned again by @kittysymphony! This is a continuation of the last one I did for her - Twice as Worn - a poly relationship which is not sandwich. It’s two separate relationships which only inter-lap because they are dating the same girl, OC Ari. I do not write sandwich or twincest. This time she asked me for some adorable fluff birthday fun, and this was the result ~Let’s Connect! FFC***

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Saeyoung squinted at the recipe book. Not that he needed to - he had his glasses on, but he didn't really understand what the difference between 'tsp' and 'tbs' was. He wasn't a terrible cook; he just...never cooked. Baking was something he did even more rarely.

A soft, "Tch," got his attention as Saeran rolled his mint-colored eyes. "Well, if you're so much better, then you give it a try. My sweet, sweet brother baking. It warms my heart!" Saeyoung put his clenched hands up by his face under his chin, his expression much like that of an excitable cat-character in an anime. Saeran had an obvious blush on his face, even though his expression was one of anger. "Stop acting like an idiot. I can make a much better cake than you."

The younger twin reached out for the mixing bowl, but Saeyoung grabbed for the shiny silver object and pulled it away - holding it up above his own head like it was some sort of magic goblet. "Ah, ah, ah. You make your own batter. It's a challenge now." Saeran had to press a hand to his temple, trying not to explode with how ridiculous his brother was being.

"Would you stop that? You're getting batter all over the floor!" There was already batter everywhere. Saeyoung wasn't exactly handy with a mixer. "This is a big deal. Ari gave us a good birthday, and now we need to give her one, too." It always felt like his brother never took anything seriously, and it was a great source of frustration for Saeran - especially when it came to something so important for their shared girlfriend.

There had been a bright gleam of mischief in Saeyoung's eyes, but the redheaded twin was now losing that gleam as he slowly placed the bowl back on the counter. The action made a soft smooshing sound as the bowl squished down some of its lost batter. "I know." His voice had turned serious. Saeran had to pause, completely taken aback by the shift in mood as his brother went on. "She takes really good care of us, really good care of you."

Saeyoung had a lot of walls, they both did, and Saeran couldn't help but find it unsettling every time those walls started to come down. He looked away, his pale bangs falling to cover his eyes as he tried to think of what he was supposed to say to that. His brother was opening up to him, and he was at a complete loss. Just a second ago, he'd been angry, but now he was getting frustrated for a different reason.

Ever since they'd made up, it was hard for them both to know how to be of any comfort to each other. Saeyoung had always been the one to take care of him, too - not the other way around. "Just stop being an idiot and get back to work on her cake." The sentence had barely just been mumbled out, but Saeran already felt like it wasn't any real form of encouragement.

Saeran turned his head to peek from under his bangs with mint-colored eyes, but apparently, he'd said the right thing. Saeyoung fished his wooden spoon from the mixing bowl, flicking it up into the air and causing more batter to splatter onto the kitchen floor. "Of course! The cake!" The pale-haired twin felt like he was starting to get irritated again. How could Saeyoung always get over everything so quickly?

A clean mixing bowl was shoved at him, and Saeran's eyes widened in confusion and mixed annoyance. "What the-" As he looked up at Saeyoung, he realized that his brother wasn't over it. He'd just decided to barrel ahead full speed despite his insecurities. Saeran would never admit how amazing he thought that was - he couldn't do that kind of thing himself.

"You should make your own batter! Then we can see who makes the best cake." Saeyoung had a broad smile on his face - even though, inside he didn't feel nearly as confident. Saeran probably was the better baker. As they each started on their cake, the soft, "Tch," his brother made felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on Saeyoung's head.

He just wanted to give Ari the best birthday, but he wasn't any good at this kind of stuff. Still, he couldn't let himself stay down and out about it, because that would force Saeran to have to take care of him. His brother had been through too much for Saeran to be worrying about him. No, he should only be able to see the happy side, so that he wouldn't have to struggle or be sad.

The next thing he knew, Saeran's hand had closed over his own as he went to grab the sugar. "Saeran? What-?" Saeran just took the little container from him before handing Saeyoung another. "You were about to pour in salt. Tch..." The redhead looked down at his batter dejectedly. "Oh...Maybe I should just let you do it, huh?~" His voice was cheery despite the fact that he was feeling like a failure. Maybe there was something else he could do for Ari's big day, but he wasn't doing a good job now.

Saeran eyed his brother before he placed the salt back down on the counter -somehow finding an area without batter. "We should make her one big cake instead of two." That felt so unnatural to him, working together with his brother, but Saeyoung was just going to keep moping otherwise. Saeran couldn't help but think maybe it would be a nice experience, too - though he'd never admit it. The redheaded twin's vibrant yellow eyes widened, a little sparkle appearing in them as his grin became genuine. "Working together with my bro? Sounds like a blast."

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Ari sighed heavily, placing her purse down next to the bunker door and flicking her dark hair behind her shoulder. Saeyoung had led her on a wild goose chase after some weird part around town. In the end, she'd had the thought to contact Vanderwood, and the agent just happened to have the part on-hand. Though, it was only through her stubborn attitude that she'd managed to get the brunet to hand it over.

A smile played across her face. Wouldn't Saeyoung be proud she'd gotten back so soon with the item he'd requested? Her blue eyes were sparkling at the thought of the appreciative kiss he would give her, the way Saeran would scoff before she would go to give the smaller twin a kiss as well. Then she'd see him blush so sweetly as he tried to hide behind his bangs. Ari loved her life with the boys, but just as she was about to call out to them, she heard their raised voices in the kitchen.

That was the one part that was sometimes stressful about dating them both. Then again, even if she weren't dating them both, they would argue. Ari shook her head, walking towards the kitchen to find out what the argument was about this time. Saeran was complaining as she approached. "Be more careful; you got some on me, Saeyoung!" Deep blue eyes widened as she took in the scene of the messy kitchen - Saeyoung intentionally flicking a wooden spoon full of some goopy material at his brother and earning an angry glob back. Except that, Saeyoung had ducked.

She didn't have time to react, still in a shocked silence as she was trying to figure out what was happening. It was like the world was in slow motion for Saeyoung as he saw the look of shock on Saeran's face. His brother had gone completely quiet, frozen. "Saeran? What is it?" Saeyoung followed Saeran's gaze, further questions freezing in his throat as he saw just what it was. There was their girlfriend - using a single finger to slowly and carefully shove away the batter that had gotten on her eye and then flicking it off her finger to the ground.

"Oh God, Ari! I'm so sorry!" He was about to rush to her side when she shook out her head and started to laugh. It was comical. The looks on their faces were equal parts adorable and ridiculous. Ari just couldn't help the giggles that escaped. "What are you doing?" Saeyoung immediately replied to her question, "Nothing," while Saeran looked away - holding a hand over his face as he blushed. How were they supposed to explain they were trying to make her a cake for tomorrow's festivities?

Ari only laughed louder now, approaching them and wrapping her arms around Saeran to give him a quick hug. He stiffened nervously before relaxing into her warmth. She leaned over to place a kiss to Saeyoung's stunned and sweets-covered cheek. "Whatever you're doing...I want in." That was when she made her move, scooping up some of the goop and pressing it into Saeyoung's neck before running away.

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with commotion as the sticky concoction got tossed back and forth. Saeyoung was doing the best - on the offensive as he tossed glob after glob. Saeran appeared to be trying to avoid it for the most part - though every time he got the opportunity, he would attempt to get Saeyoung in the back of the head. Ari kept up with dodging the sugary mess, trying to get in a hit whenever she could on either of them. They were all starting to get exhausted, and the room was filled with laughter by the time Air felt her foot slipping out from under her as her shoe met with a particularly large glob.

A combined, "Watch out!" was the only thing she heard before she landed on a surprisingly soft surface - which turned out to be Saeyoung's back. The redhead had dived for her, sliding across the slippery floor to land under her upper body as Saeran had grabbed her hand - keeping her from falling any further backwards to potentially harm her head. The white-haired twin was panting hard, terror in his eyes. Ari gave him a smile, moving her other hand to stroke the back of his lightly before she gave it a little tug. "Join us on the floor, Saeran." Her voice was soft, though Saeyoung ended up teasing. "Yes, brother dear. The weather is delightful down here."

Ari didn't bother to suppress her giggle as Saeran gave a soft, "Tch," per the usual. The smaller twin laid his own head in her lap as she moved to lay her head more on Saeyoung's back, running her fingers through Saeran's hair where there were little specks of batter. Batter...she now properly realized what it was. "Were you trying to make a cake?"

When neither of them responded, she just closed her eyes and smiled up at the ceiling. That was why Saeyoung had sent her out for that part, then. It had to be meant for her birthday. "Thank you...I really liked my cake. It was fun." Saeyoung shifted a little underneath her head reaching for her other hand. The position was a little awkward, but she didn't mind. "It probably tasted awful, anyway." His little joke made Saeran stiffen up. "Speak for your part of it. I can probably still bake some of mine."

Ari felt like her heart was swelling as the two started to bicker again. They'd gone through quite a bit of trouble to try to make her birthday special, then. That mattered a lot more than whether there was actually cake to eat or not.

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Good morning with Jumin Han

Jumin han X reader

You lay in the soft bed under the soft blankets Jumin had provided for you and him. Since you have been living with your husband, he’s been making sure to provide you with any comfort item you needed. The bed was a lot more comfortable than any bed you’d ever slept in. But that was most likely because you were laying next to Jumin Han. Everything just seemed a little better when you were with him. The sweet Chairman-in-line who’s been caring for you for a long time. 

Through the years, you had discovered a lot about Jumin. His soft spots, the insecurities he has; you’ve noticed so much more than you ever would have expected. And when anyone else around him had an opinion, they only saw a cold man with a lot of money. But Jumin Han had so much more in him than that. 

All these thoughts ran through your head as you lay in bed. You weren’t really asleep, but also not quite awake. 

Thoughts of Jumin….

 The alarm went off at 7am, way too early as always. You sighed and sat up to turn off that horrible sound. You picked up your phone and swiped the alarm to snoozing. You never got up at the first alarm. It could be laziness but you also wanted to take those moments to cuddle with your husband. As your turned around in the bed to take the man into your arms you noticed something fluffy. His cat Elizabeth the 3rd was laying in the way again. You gave the cat a quick petting while she pressed her body against yours enjoying your touch. While you were petting the cat you noticed Jumin wasn’t there. Where did he go this time? You never liked it when he did this - leaving for work early. Did they call him in again or did he have one of those moments again?

Jumin sometimes got really insecure, scared, anxious and most of all... sad. After his best friend had passed away when they went to get Saeran from mint eye Jumin never was the same. He was sad, insecure, and drank a lot. When Jumin was sad he locked himself up in his office, sometimes days at a time. To work and mostly drink wine, he didn’t really get drunk anymore, just tipsy. But it always worried you.

So you sat up, ready to go find him. Hoping to help the man through another episode, clean away the empty wine bottles and give him a blanket so he wouldn’t get cold falling asleep face forward on his desk.

As you wereabout to get out of the soft and hairy bed , (Thanks, Elizabeth.) Juminwalked in and gave you a smile “No - no, love. We are not doing that. You arestaying in bed.” You looked up in confusion but then got a smile on your facewhen you noticed your husband had brought a plate of breakfast with him. Youwere rather surprised though, as Jumin usually lets the chef make somebreakfast for the 2 of you. But you were also really relieved that he wasn’t drinking his feelings away again.

He sat downnext to you with the plate. It  had eggs,bacon and some toast. It looked pretty good! Some people (like a certain Actor), would think Jumin couldn’t cook. But he could. His is chef does the cooking most of the time but Jumin surely had the skills to cook an egg. 

Jumin gave you a kiss on the cheek and smiled as he said stay “Say ‘aaaa’, love". You did what your husband asked and opened your mouth, which allowed Jumin to stick some egg on a fork and feed it to you. “Does it taste good?” he asked you, worried that it wasn’t up to your expectations or that it wasn’t good. You smiled and nodded as you swallowed the egg “It is great, Jumin. Don’t worry”. He handed you the fork and you started eating while Jumin watched, observing you every bite you took. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the love of his life. And of course it was. The egg might not have been the most perfectly cooked egg, but it was perfectly cooked with love from your husband.

 After you finished off your plate, you put it back on the nightstand. “It was greatJumin, I still want my cuddles though.”  Jumin smirked and pulled you in fora hug. “Of course my love, anything for you."

As Juminput his arms around you[,] felt his soft hands rested over your back. You could feel the wedding ring you put on him last year during your beautiful spring wedding. 

You loved Jumin, and he loved you so much.

Thank you so much too @franjipanitree on twitter. To help me get all my grammer mistakes out of the fic. She makes amezing art and you should cheack her twitter out!

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hi can you write a fic that jumin break up with mc because he thinks he don't love her anymore but the time pass and he realizes he was wrong and try to fix the things

Sure I’d be happy to! Thank you and have a fantastic day! 

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Jumin had been taking many trips lately. 

They weren’t for pleasure, though the sites were typically lovely enough, it was for work.

And the work was nearly constant. 

Meaning he couldn’t talk to you as often.

And he was home less and less. 

Leaving you to focus more and more on your own work.

So much so that when he did come home, you often weren’t there, or passed out from your constant hours.

Your once constant and loving chatter seemed more and more foreign with each passing day.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy the other’s presence, you still felt the same comfort and tenderness, but it occurred less and less. 

Until it almost faded entirely. 

Everything appeared to fade.

To the point where it was unignorable. 

And Jumin decided to confront it.

He had decided to call you, both of you swamped with so many files and agendas that it held you back from even meeting in person.

“MC?” He raised the phone to his ear, you yourself picking up nearly right away. 

“Jumin? What’s up?” 

Your voice lifted his heart for a moment, a long missed gentleness filling him.

“We need to talk.” 

“…Oh.” You clearly caught onto it, shifting. “Okay.” 

“We haven’t been spending any time with each other,” He began, sighing. “I never see you at home anymore, and when you are, we hardly speak…”

He folded his lips, already feeling something unfurl in his chest. 

“I think we should take a break…” He muttered, the words feeling like poison in his heart and on his tongue. “We aren’t around each other anymore anyways. I don’t know what else to do.” 

You couldn’t speak for a moment, your voice low and murky as you mustered a response. “I um…I understand.” 

“I…I think it’s for the best…” 

Something already felt very wrong. 

A bit of him already instantly wanted to retract the words, the sound of your brittle tone tugging at his heart. 

“Alright well…” You choked back, swallowing hard. “I-I-I have to go.” 

He didn’t want you to go.

But he didn’t quite know what to say either. 

And so you hung up.

And he was left to think of his actions. 

And he found he soon regretted them.

He regretted them more than he thought possible. 

The few moments he used to catch with you were now nothing at all.

And he found himself desiring them more than breathing itself. 

Those quiet moments when late in the night you’d crawl into bed beside him, your breathing only settling when his arms would wrap around you.

The quiet days before one of you would leave when you’d talk softly to him, cracking a joke or so.

The way your gaze would light up at the end of the days when you’d see him.

Simply your laughter.

Or your smile.

Everything about you he missed. 

And it was noticeable by many. 

Jumin’s father had practically forced his son to take a few days off, Jumin’s eyes engraved with dark circles, his mind littered with what to do now.

And the only thing left was to approach it once again.

But correctly. 

Jumin had already learned of where you had been working long before, already having made his mind on what to do by this point. 

And so he went.

You as well had been pouring yourself into your work, nearly scrambling about on your papers before Jumin entered your quaint office.

You had nearly ejected from your seat at the sight of him, your seat ramming against the wall.

“J-Jumin?” Your eyes widened like dinner plates, your voice sounding more beautiful than a symphony in his ears. “W-What’re you doing here?” 

“I wanted to… apologize.” 

“What…?” 

“I wanted to apologize for…everything. I was wrong. We should’ve never taken a break. I…I just didn’t know what to do. I saw you so little I truly forgot how precious you truly were to me. I consider it one of my biggest mistakes.” 

You were silent. 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me or want to change things. I should’ve made a larger effort to help you with your work or taken a break from my own. I know my actions may not have reflected it but…I love you. I love you more than I thought possible-” 

You stopped him as you wrapped your arms around him, causing him to stumble back in surprise, your head burying in the crook of his neck. 

“I love you too.” You murmured, sniffling, faint tears shining in your gaze. “I…I missed you.” 

His shock wore off in moments, entangling his arms about you as though you may wither away with the next breeze, gripping tightly onto you.

“I missed you as well.” 

“No more breaks?” You asked, laughing weakly. 

“Never again darling,” He hummed. “I can promise you that.” 

And his world that had been murky and nothing without you was suddenly brighter and wonderous.

For you were in it once again.

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I’m Sorry.

Hello everyone.

As I am sure you are all well aware, I have not been on in a very, very long time, and you all deserve an explanation - one you all deserved a long time ago, however, I avoided this all together. . I hope, if anything, this can bring some peace of mindand explain things. What I need to say first, however, is I will not longer be writing on this blog anymore - I think many of you could guess I have stopped, but it needs to be said officially.

I want to apologize; again, for not writing this for so long, and just avoiding the topic all together. It wasn’t very mature of me. And secondly, for stopping with this blog. This blog has brought me so much joy and happiness, and helped to make so many friends, but I cannot continue with it anymore.

I am really sorry to everyone who sent in requests. I know I upset a lot of people when I cleared my inbox, and I can only imagine how upset people are feeling reading this. And I am so, so sorry to commisioners I could not finish.

In the honest to god truth, the blog stopped being fun for me, and it had stopped being fun for awhile. The stress was unbearable - school stress added on with writing stressed, which I really hated because writing should never have been stressful. Writing has and will always be an escape for me, but it became a hardship and something I dreaded. I just found myself having unnecessary panic attacks over it.

I won’t lie, I  recieved some pretty nasty messages on tumble - some of which I have obviously responded to, and some of which I haden’t because I just couldn’t. I feel almost cowardly saying that it put me off this blog but it really did. A few commented on my features, which were really hurtful, even if I knew they were not true. Some were incredibly offensive and rude, and I don’t really understand why I was recieving them. It all became really overwhelming, and I just never wanted to go on.

School plays a big part of this too, which I want to get into. A lot has been happening in school, and in my personal life, which I am not going to get into because it isn’t very diplomatic of me, but to give a little detail - a lot of work and a lot of mental health issues. School is something I needed to be focused on then, and need to continue to focus on.

I hope this was able to bring a little insight. I will always love Mystic Messenger, and I will always love this blog, and everyone on it. You are all so, so special to me.

I’m going to leave some links for you guys to contact me if you ever want to talk or just keep up with me. I will be continuing writing fanficiton for Mysme and more on my wattpad, so please feel free to follow that, and I will link it. You guys can always DM me on my instagram, or personal blog, @shin-ahb.

ARanimefan - wattpad Nataliedean123 - main instagram Lonelyywritersblog - writing instagram

I am so, so, so sorry everyone. Thank you for everyone. 

I love you all. 

xx

[dangerous-mess]

Masterlist

Started: 1/4/21

Last Updated: 11/3/22

Total Works: 22

My Hero Academia: 

Bakugou Katsuki x reader:

- It Took Me by Surprise

Dabi x reader: 

- Make You Feel My Love

Tamaki x reader: 

- Body (Tamaki x ftm! reader) 

Aizawa x reader:

- Talk To Me

- Snow Day 

- Oh Christmas Tree

- White Christmas

- Stress of Finals

- Where Are You Christmas Part 1

Shinsou x reader

- Christmas Blues

- Achilles Come Down 

Bakugou x Kirishimia x reader:

- All I Want For Christmas Is You Part 1

- All I Want For Christmas Is You Part 2

- Breakeven Part 1

- Breakeven Part 2

Hawks x reader 

- Love Letters

- Love at First Sight

Kirishima x reader:

- Oh Ms. Believer 

Marvel: 

Loki: 

- Loki, Come Down

Mystic Messenger: 

V/Jihyun Kim: 

- Falling Apart 

The Arcana: 

Asra

- Say Anything 

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Works Coming Soon...

Posted: 3/10/21

Updated: 3/10/21

My Hero Academia: 

- Aizawa x reader [comfort]

- Dabi x reader [angst and fluff]

Marvel 

- Bucky Barnes x reader [comfort] 

Mystic Messenger 

- V x reader [angst, fluff, comfort] 

- Saeran x reader [angst]