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[some-rfa-imagines]

my r [saeran]

based off of the song 'my r' | fem!reader | soulmate au but i'll tell you which at the end (don't skip there!) | v sad ending my bad | also unedited but that's nothing new lmao

also, i know the act of  taking off your shoes before committing suicide has Japanese origin but for the sake of the oneshot just pretend pls. this is a slightly different storyline than the main game as well ^^;

this is from my wattpad so it’s format is a little different than it usually is here ^^;

TW: Suicide/implied suicide, abuse, swearing, general sadness & angst.

Please be VERY careful and if you're feeling depressed PLEASE talk to someone. NEVER take your own life, I promise it's not worth it.

Saeran pushed open the door to the rooftop. He had had enough, his energy was completely drained and honestly? He really saw no point to the world. Monochrome. Monochrome was his life, his resolve, his will to keep on living. His soulmate could do better. God, soulmates. The thought made him feel cold, lonely, empty. Saeran was still young, 23 was a perfectly acceptable age to not have a soulmate. In fact, the elderly home that he volunteered at occasionally had many people still without a soulmate.

But Saeran didn't really care. About the words on his wrist nor about the existence of a soulmate of his own. The abuse from his mother until she passed, maybe, ten years ago, had slowly squeezed every drop of empathy from him, sucking him dry. He was 13 when she finally died. From there, he was placed into foster care - without his brother. But nobody wanted a husk of a child. At 15 he finally ran away and got a temporary job as a florists assistant. After that, he simply existed.

Now here he was, at 23, standing above the city with a note clutched firmly in his hand. Sighing, he wandered over to a bench, sitting down to remove his shoes. That's when he saw a purse, left beside him on the seat. Eyes widening, Saeran jolted, frantically looking around the edge of the skyrise. Across the rooftop, stood a girl with two, loose, (h/c) braids. She was in a loose, black top and high-waisted shorts. Behind her rested two black shoes, socks tucked neatly inside. Her back was turned to him and she looked up at the night sky, stars barely visible against the light of the city.

Saeran froze. He didn't know what to do. He watched as she stepped up onto the ledge. In a fit of panic, he stood, pacing quickly across the cement roof.

"Hey! Don't do it, please!"

Woah, wait a minute, what the fuck did I just say? He was now behind her, heaving slightly from moving so suddenly, eyes wide. I don't even care - I don't have the right to care. Saeran clenched his hands into tight fists by his side. He was pissed now. This was such a missed opportunity. Damn.

You turned around - slowly so you didn't fall - before seeing the accuser of the shouting. Before you stood a man, roughly your age, with silvery-white hair. The tips were a light pink and the roots had begun to grow out into a soft vermillion. He wore a black jacket, red singlet and had a striking tattoo on his right arm. But what captivated you most were his eyes - one a luminescent gold, the colour of honey and the other a bright teal that seemed to literally glow. Your breath caught in your throat. Swept up in the soft amber glow of the city, this stranger looked simply stunning.

Little did you know, he was equally captivated by you.

"Please, just come down from there. I promise, whatever is pushing you to this is so much more fucking insignificant than you might think."

"...Okay..." A whisper fell from your lips. Hey, Saeran considered, it's a start.

Slowly, you stepped down from the ledge, pulling yourself over the glass railing. Moving quietly as to not startle you, the stranger picked up your shoes and held out a hand to you. Tentatively, you took it and he guided you further onto the rooftop. You reached the bench where you had abandoned your purse. There, you began to talk. 'You've probably heard it all before,' you said. You told him about your cheating boyfriend, about how - on your three-year anniversary mind you, - he admitted to seeing other people behind your back. You were absolutely devastated. 'I really thought he might be the one, but then he told me he was done.'

Saeran grit his teeth. You've got to be kidding me.

"Oh, for god's sake, please!" He shouted, standing to face you in frustration. You jumped slightly, startled by his unexpected reaction. "Are you serious?!"

"W-What...?"

"I just can't believe that for some stupid reason - for some fucking asshole - you got here before me!" His outburst came as a painful shock to the system. "Are you upset, just because you couldn't get what you wanted? You've got to be joking- at least you've never been robbed of anything! Of your future, of your friends!"

You blinked in surprise before your vision hazed. You felt the soft, familiar trickle of tears as you forced out a broken laugh. Burying your face in your hands, you nodded, chest heaving in disbelief as you came to your senses. The stranger was silent now and you looked up, crookedly smiling at him. "Yeah. God, you're so right. What the hell am I doing...?" All the tension drained from your body and you gazed up at the sky, exhausted. "I'm feeling better now, thank you."

Saeran was quiet for a moment. How do you respond to that? He had never been good at socialising with others. "You don't need to thank me." He murmured, turning to face the sky as well.

You laughed from beside him and he paused, listening. After a moment, he decided he liked the sound of your laughter more than your crying.

"I will anyway. Thank you for listening, and for talking me down."

He let a small smile touch his lips. "Yeah, no problem."

Alright, today. Today is the day.

Several months after his last attempt, Saeran wandered up onto the rooftop of his apartment complex once more. It was late afternoon and he wanted to get this over with before he could be interrupted again. Stretching lazily, he rested a hand against the wall to support himself, unlacing his shoes and kicking off his socks. He dug around in his jacket pocket, picking out a letter from between his keys and phone. Holding onto it tightly so it wouldn't fly away in the breeze, Saeran tucked his phone and keys into his shoes.

Glancing up, he froze. What the fuck is she doing back here? Again, just like last time, the girl with (h/c) hair stood on the edge, just beyond the glass panes. She rested tranquilly against the railing, quietly lost thought. This time, she wore a knitted cream jumper and a black skirt. Her hair glowed amber in the afternoon light, the breeze picking it up and toying with it. Saeran watched warily as she mindlessly drew patterns on the glass edge. It was then Saeran realised how delicately she held herself. It was though she thought of herself as glass.

"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shouted, voice carrying across the breeze.

You started at the sudden interruption in your stream of thought. Wait a moment, I recognise that voice... Turning, you faced the same stranger who stopped you last time, his hair lit up gold in the honey, afternoon glow. Barefoot, he walked toward you as you twisted to rest your body weight on the thin railing. You heard cars behind you - the evening rush. "Hey, stranger. What a coincidence."

"Come on, dipstick. You'll slip, get back over here." He held out a hand to you and a soft chuckle slipped through your lips. You unfurled your arms, taking his hand and climbing nimbly back over the railing.

Saeran internally sighed in relief, glad she stepped down so easily. If she hadn't... well, he wouldn't know what to do. God, he thought, I'm such a hypocrite.

"Why do you even care what happens to me?" Her soft-spoken words shook him out of his stupor. "Everyone else ignores me, everyone else steals. It's not like we exactly fit together either."

Saeran glanced down at the girl by his side. She looked out over the cityscape, resting against the railing once more, and he could see her (e/c) eyes looked a little duller than last time. Sighing tiredly, he looked over the skyrises as well. "You must be joking." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her glance at him. He continued, "another day, another stupid reason to get here before me."

He looked over at her, catching her quiet eyes. "Even if your friends seem to hate you, you still have your family and they still love you. Even if everyone backstabs you, you still have dinner on the table when you go home. Right?" Saeran held her gaze, watching her reaction closely.

You gasped softly, caught in the man's tired eyes. They were even more beautiful up close. What the hell am I doing... Why haven't I learnt my lesson yet? I'm such an idiot. You smiled lightly. "Yeah. I'm hungry."

Stepping away from the railing, you picked up your shoes and walked barefoot back to the door. Beaming, you faced the stranger. "Come get some food with me - my treat. For saving me again."

Saeran blinked before chuckling to himself. It's going to have to wait. As long as he could guarantee the girl standing in front of him would be okay tonight, he could survive a few more weeks. It was okay, even if no one did the same for him. Even if he had to hide his own pain every time he took on hers.

-

Half a year later, he tries again. Exactly like the first time, Saeran sees (Y/N). Sitting on the edge. She wore a soft yellow cardigan and her hair was loosely braided.

"(Y/N)...?" He surprised himself by speaking. He didn't think his voice could be so soft. It's become a habit and before he knows it, his shoes are off and he's running towards her. Saeran's hands shake as he jumps over the railing, slowing to a stop behind her. (Y/N) was uncharacteristically quiet.

After their impromptu dinner 6 months ago, they exchanged phone numbers and kept in contact. (Y/N) had moved back in with her parents while she got back on her feet and they hadn't been able to meet for some time. Some time passed and she suddenly stopped answering her phone. Saeran would never admit it, but he was incredibly worried about her and constantly hoped she was okay.

Walking to her side, he took a seat next to her. Noting her shoes were already off, he watched her carefully. Her eyes were completely dull, lifeless, familiar. He knew those eyes. He knew those eyes very well. He knew those eyes because those eyes were the exact same that stared at him in the mirror every morning. Those eyes that smiles never quite reached, that laughter didn't crease and that didn't light up in anticipation. Oh, god, what have they done to you?

Silently, she reached out, grasping his hand tightly. Her eyes never left the horizon as the wind picked up, ruffling her hair and lifting her cardigan. Bandages...

"I just want to stop the scars that grow every time that I go home. That's why I came up here instead." That's what the girl in the cardigan said.

...Woah, wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. But in the moment, I just screamed something that I did not believe.

"Hey, don't do it, please."

Panic. Saeran's fight or flight response triggered and a wave of dread overcame him. AAAA What to do! I can't stop her this time, oh this is new. For once I think I've bitten off more than I can chew. He clasped her hand tightly to his chest. The wind bit at his eyes as icy tears began to spill. (Y/N) froze. Then her eyes turned sad, so very sad and she shoved herself further back onto the ledge before tugging him into her embrace. Please just go away, so I can't see... Your pitiful expression is just too much for me.

A broken laugh fell from your lips as you held Saeran as tight as you could muster. "I guess today is just not my day." You pursed your lips, looking out over the sunset. "I guess today is just not my day."

There's no one on the rooftop today. I guess it's time. Saeran surveyed the empty roof. Yep. No one. He sighed, kicking off his shoes and socks. He fumbled in his pocket for the fourth time, pulling out letter number four. Rewritten, permanently. Just me, myself and I. He exhaled lightly, dropping his phone and keys into his shoes as well as a second letter, just in case.

"There's no one who can interfere. No one to get in my way." He mumbled, cracking his neck. Taking off his jacket, he dropped it on the railing before running a hand through his red locks. "I'm going to do it. And I'll be free." He mounted the railing, dropping swiftly down onto the other side. "I'll be okay, (Y/N)."

You sprinted towards the rooftop door. You knew something was wrong - why didn't I check on him earlier? Yanking it open, your bare feet stung against the concrete as you raced towards the man on the edge of the building. Idiot, idiot, idiot! You screamed before you could even consider stopping yourself.

"SAERAN! DON'T DO IT! PLEASE!"

A doctor in the ward was the first to notice. Your last words to him cried loud enough for bystanders to finally notice the commotion on the rooftop. Your last words, carved into his wrists as his were into yours.

soulmate AU where the first and last words you say to your soulmate are written on their wrists, but the first only appear after you've said the last. weellll i just made myself sad

[some-rfa-imagines]

Rfa+Saeran+ V react to Mc being an kpop idol where she does a sexy concept with being in girl group. Like dances to aoa-miniskirt, sistar-i like that, etc. >///

OOoooOoh~! Yess!! I love kpop heck the music is just so beautiful???? and enthralling????? and i lov e it?????? i don’t even know if i have a bias, i love it all 

Anyway, I’m so, so, sorry for being so late. (get out of here with your excuses puff) ♡♡ heads up: making up a girl group for MC bc i can

i’m gonna make this into two parts so this is part 1. I’ll post part 2 ASAP, I jsut wanted to get smth out ♡♡♡♡

Yoosung:

He’d actually been a huge fan of your group for a while so he was even more suspicious when he saw your name in the chatroom.

Then you started dating.

when you first met at the party he was just kinda…

*INTERNAL SCREAMING INTENSIFIES HOLY SHIT W HA T*

“MC… you’re… you’re that MC…?” “Yeah.” OHH BOI-

He’s seen the headlines of [XO-Queen’s member, MC, MIA?!] and more, but he didn’t really make the connections, what with the hacker and all being the highest priority

He’s so so excited?!?!?!! and terrified?!??!! at the same time?!?!?!!

You’re so famous and amazing and talented and he’s just a college student and

and what about your fans?!

omg will they like him, will they hate him, what will he do if they hate him, what will you do if they hate him, what if what if-

it’s okay bby they’ll love you

And ofc they do, who wouldn’t? (you have the sWEETEST FANS IN THE WORLD)

your group members adore him and he fits right in (bc honestly you’re all massive video game nErds)

you all have many an all-nighter just playing LOLOL

then he remembers the videos your group makes and the choreography,,,,

oh shit yoosung is a yandere right

he’s fully supportive of your videos and your group because he loves you

but hes also fully prepared to fight someone if they even look at you the wrong way-

aww

100% goes to as many concerts as he can and kisses you before you go onstage

Zen:

H o l y  c r a p

thE RFA JUST PUT ONE OF XO-QUEEN’S MEMBERS IN DANGER BY MAKING HER LIVE WITH A B O M B

WHAT THE FU C K

flips his lid after everything has ‘settled down’

i digress

you two announce your comeback by releasing a cover of a love song on your groups’ Instagram page (with no caption ofc)

and the fans fLIP

[randomuser1]: HOLY SHIT MC IS BACK ASDFGHJKLWHAT DOES THIS MEAAAAN?!!??!?!?!?!?!?

[randomuser2]: I S T H A T Z E N OMGOMGOMGOMG ARE THEY DATINGGGGGG???!!?!

[randomuser3]: ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLKJHGFDS IM LIVING

[randomuser4]: THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER W H AT

everyone’s so supportive of you two and your group members love Zen

whenever he can, he comes to watch your choreography practice, song recording or music video filming

and on that note:

ladies and gentlemen, i introduce you to proud asf Zen

he is Impressed™ at your dancing and ho ly s h it you’re beautiful in that outfit

hell yeah, that’s his girlfriend

i’d be lying if i said the beast wasn’t dragged out whenever he watched you performing your choreography

Jaehee:

Can I say your No.1 fan? yes? wonderful

Your No.1 Fan™ 

(you’re her bias lololololl)

Jaehee had always loved your group and was always caught up with the latest news around them

so she was a Panic™ when rumours began to spread about your ‘disappearance’

honestly you were really awkward in the chatrooms whenever she brought it up, clumsily changing the topic at the soonest possible chance

she was suspicious about you whenever you did so however and very quickly put the pieces together

holy shit

holy s h i t

omg MC was in the RFA and she was reading the entire conversation whenever Jaehee went full fangirl and omg that’s so embarrassing and wait MC, why didn’t you say anything earlier?

she’s totally understanding and loving when you apologise for misleading her - you’re an idol, ofc you have to take precautions

is so sweet when you introduce her to your group and they love her immediately

she’s a little worried about telling your fans about your relationship and honestly you are too but they’re nothing but supportive

ofc, you have some bad eggs but who cares about them? theyre hopelessly outnumbered by those who love you anyway

loves watching you practice (you’re so TALENTED hECK) and is always willing to provide snacks and help you out whenever

wants you to teach her the dances lmao my babe

okay i’m done w/ part one, Jumin, Saeyoung, V and Saeran will all be in pt2!

Part 2

[some-rfa-imagines]

Can you write some headcannons of how zen and jumin would react if they found that mc doesn’t cry in front of them as she doesn’t want to burden them because of her worries. I love your writing! It’s amazing!

this one’s a longun;;;; i wanted to try out a different writing style, so yea ^^;; tell me if you want it re-written!! I’d love to do a part two of what happens after so………….. hnngggggggg

Zen:

It was a little while into your relationship that he noticed

You,,,, never really,,,, cried,,,,,

ever

He tries to figure it out on his own for a little while, keeping an eye on your behaviour and actions during possibly upsetting times, but to no avail.

Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that hiding things will never help your relationship and comes clean, having decided to ask you one evening as you sat on the rooftop together. “MC, if you don’t mind me saying… you never seem to cry… is everything alright?”

you freeze, your grip on the seat beside you tightening. you shut your eyes tight turning away slightly. “I’m fine, Zen, I just don’t cry easily I’m not that kind of person, I guess.” Your voice was emotionless. Liar.

He gazed at you for a while, trying to read your expression, but you defiantly looked away from him. “MC… you know you can talk to me, right?”

You knew that- of course, you knew that, but… you couldn’t.

“MC..?”

“I’m fine, Zen!” You snapped. It was a reflex. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself. You were mad and you were scared- so very scared.

Behind you, you heard Zen sigh and stand up. “Okay… I’m sorry for pushing you. I’ll be inside, come in whenever you’re ready and we can talk if you want.”

You stayed silent. This didn’t stop the ever-growing guilt in your chest from weighing down on your heart. You heard him begin to walk away. You couldn’t do it anymore.

“Zen- wait.” He stopped and you turned to face him. “I- I’m sorry for snapping at you. Truth is,” you paused, dragging your hand down your face. “I don’t want to- god, I can’t believe I’m admitting this- I hate burdening you! I hate telling you my problems because I don’t want you to see me as weak! You already have so much stress, what with your rehearsals and your fans and the media and you don’t need me to weigh you down with my issues! Alright! There, I said it! It’s just like ripping off a band-aid you have to do it qui- ah!”

Your rant was cut short as Zen hugged you tightly. You were at a loss for words for a moment.

He was shaking. He couldn’t comprehend why you would think you were ever a burden. Well… actually, he could, and that’s what made it twenty times worse. His parents had forced that thinking onto him for his entire childhood.

“You’re never a burden, MC, never. You could never be. I care about you more than any of those other things. Your thoughts and concerns are more important than anything to me. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Please, trust me enough to show me your weaknesses too.” His voice shook as he clutched you to his chest.

Slowly you wrapped your arms around him. Your shocked expression melted as tears sprung forward.

And you cried.

You two spent the rest of the night on the rooftop, talking and just comforting each other. You rambled on about how Stacy from work had pushed you to the limit the other day and how you felt so happy the other day when you saw a dog that you cried for a bit before going home.

and for some reason, just sitting there with nothing but the stars and the love of your life, you knew everything was going to be alright. Sure, you still had a long way to go, but this was a start. Zen was beside you and you would be alright.

And that’s what mattered.

Jumin:

holy shit did you have a lot of feelings

and also,,,, a heavy, heavy feeling of guilt whenever you spilled them (mood)

so, you didn’t. You built up a habit of bottling up your feelings and keeping them in check every second of the day. (DON’T DO THAT IT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU)

Honestly, at first, Jumin found that to be incredibly helpful. Your level-headed contributions to the company as his right-hand were always welcome and you always helped to keep rowdy meetings or employees.

he was impressed that you always managed to keep a calm smile on your face. It helped relax him too.

Oh, but little did he know that you were collapsing on the inside. Stress was bottling up, stress about the company, the next party and your friends, who were also going through some rough patches. And, truth be told, the whole fiasco with the hacker (which felt like a lifetime ago but it really wasn’t) and the bomb had shaken you up so much and you hadn’t had time to deal with those emotions because then you had to go help jumin and yadda yadda yadda

Of course, you weren’t blaming him, you just wished you’d had more time to take everything in.

so it was really no surprise when you’d finally had a day off that you lay in bed, sobbing. Your whole body was wracked with tears and your cries filled the cold silence of the penthouse. And god, did you wish that Jumin was here, that he would hold you tight and tell you how much he loved you. But that was just wishful thinking. Don’t be silly MC, that wouldn’t ever-

“MC, have you seen my- MC! My love, what happened?” Jumin stopped dead in his tracks for only a moment before rushing to your side. He gathered you up in his arms, sitting gently next to you.

You froze. Oh no… No, no, no! This can’t be happening, he can’t see me like this! You snapped out of it, turning your face away from him and wiping at your tears furiously. “Jumin, ah- what a surprise! What are you doing home?” You asked, hoping your voice was less hoarse than it sounded.

“MC…” Jumin gently turned your face towards him, holding his hands to your tear-stained cheeks. He brushed the last few tears away ever-so-gently. “Oh, MC, please tell me what’s wrong..”

You blinked, vision going fuzzy as tears filled your eyes again. A choked sob forced it’s way out of your throat and you shut your eyes tight, pulling away from him. “Jumin, please, it- it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” You forced out, tucking your arms around your waist. Jumin froze.

“What…?” He whispered. “MC…” You bit your lip. Did he have to say your name like that? Seriously?!

A beat passed.

You didn’t even get a chance to speak as you felt him pull you close once more, his arms wrapping around you securely. “MC… I don’t know what’s wrong but I promise, I’m here for you. Please, I want you to know you can rely on me. That’s why I’m here, okay?”

“Aren’t I just a burden for you, Jumin? You don’t need to be weighed down by me…” You buried your face in his shirt, your response coming out muffled. You felt Jumin tense beneath you and he sweetly lifted your face to look at him again.

“You’re never a burden to me, MC. Never. I want to carry your problems with you. I want you to know that I’m always here for you, standing right by your side until the very end. We’re in this together. I love you, okay?”

You could only nod and wrap your arms around him tightly, craving his warmth as you leant up to kiss him softly. It tasted like tears and red wine and Jumin. And for now, that was the most you could ever hope for.

guess who went on a self-care shopping spree

[some-rfa-imagines]

TW: Blood mention!! I woke up at 2 in the AM with a bloody nose. Funny thing is, I can handle blood UNLESS it comes from my nose. A nosebleed makes me feel faint real quick, which is super inconvenient, because if I pass out I’ve just gotten blood everywhere. I spend like an hour trying to distract myself so I don’t faint. I was wondering if you could write the RFA’s reaction to something like that? It’s totally fine if you can’t, me sending a request was very impulsive. :P

lkjhgfddhgkgk what a mOOD

a) im upset bc i wrote this and then delETED IT ON ACCIDENT so im vvv sorry if it seems repetitive, im real tired and so done with rewriting kjgfddklasd

b) i’m the exact same anon! anyway, i hope you’re okay //hugs

tw: blood

Yoosung:

its approx 1:29am when you wake up to taste blood trickling down your throat

gdi not again

you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake yoosung as you stumble around to look for a tissue

suddenly you’re hit with a wave of dizziness and you trip, hitting the edge of the bedside table with a BANG

 “…MC? what was that?”

yoosung wakes up as your swear profusely under your breath, trying to cover your face before you get blood everywhere

he turns on the light and faces you

and promptly shREIKS

“MC OMG YOU’RE BLEEDING”

“really. i couldn’t tell.”

after getting over the initial shock, he helps you over to the bathroom, cleaning you up gently and grabbing you some tissues and a towel

how on earth did you get blood on your elbow MC

oh no wait thats just a cut from the bedside table nvm

wAIT-

he dips the towel in cold water and rests it against your neck, changing it when it gets too warm (idk thats just what i do to help my bleeding noses so ┐(´∀｀)┌)

talks with you and distracts you by drawing little patterns on your skin for as long as it takes for your body to stop inconveniencing you

will wait up all night if necessary

many tissues were sacrificed that night

Zen:

ahhhh no shit shit shit this is the worst possible time

you’re backstage at one of Zen’s shows, waiting for him when you sneeze into your elbow

when you pull away, you see the familiar red liquid and promptly sigh, holding a hand t ot. he bridge of your nose and wobbling as you get to your feet

thats when Zen bursts into the dressing room, chatting excitedly. he sees you and stops short

…..

quick say something MC!

“Nice show, Zen.” (really MC?) “Thanks babe. You alright there?” “Yep. Just peachy.” “You sure?” “Uh-huh. positive.”

you take a step forward and immediately c o l l a p s e

Zen catches you in his arms (looks like you fell for him //slapped) and guides you back to the couch, laying you down

“yeah, nope. just stay there, i’ll grab a towel and some tissues” “yeah, okay, good plan. thanks zen”

he brings you some water and chocolate and distracts you by singing and talking about what he thought went well during the show and what could’ve been done better

you give your input every once in a while, half struggling to stay awake

its ok bc even if you faint (which would still suck), Zen will still take care of you

bc he loves you

many cuddles until you feel better

Jaehee:

[she likes to consider herself a rather prepared person

but nothing could prepare her for this]

she wandered into the kitchen late at night, wondering why you weren’t in bed yet

she didn’t expect to see you passed out, sitting on a stool, resting against the sink and covered in blood.

actually screams in terror (she thought you were dead

rushes over to you and panics, immediately checking your pulse

you’re still alive, oh thank god

relief for a second before realising that jhghjk you’re still bleeding

she props you up and carries you to the bathroom, laying you down in the bathtub before washing you off

there goes that outfit rip

googles what she has to do from here bc does she wake you up? does she wait for you to wake up?? she is Not Prepared

settles on waking you up by gently shaking you and talking to you until you wake up

So Relieved when you begin to stir and open your eyes

you’re hella confused as to how you got into the bathroom but it all begins to make sense when you see jaehee sitting on the edge of the tub, worried as all hell

oh beb, MC didn’t mean to make you panic im sorry

stays with you and comforts you everytime it happens so she never has to go through that fear ever again

Jumin:

it had to be now, didn’t it? this very moment. of course. it just had to be during a celebratory ball.

you felt it coming as you chatted with some friends and you instantly began to panic

okay, okay, stay calm MC. You’ve done this before, it’s okay. everything’s okay.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I just need some air.” you left the conversation, ducking into a nearby hallway and leaning against a table. you stayed like that for a while, beginning to feel faint

~meanwhile~

jumin is wandering around the ballroom, looking for you. he meets up with your friends who tell him you stepped out for a little fresh air maybe 20mins ago.

oh okay

he knew you so he knew that you were most likely fine but there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him something was wrong. so, he gave it another ten minutes or so before he began to worry

excusing himself, he stepped into the same hallway that you were in before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of you

you were collapsed in a chair, almost unconscious, with your nose still fuckin bleeding

jumin.exe has stopped working

needless to say, you immediately left the ball and went straight home

he ran his fingers through your hair as you rested, helping you wash your face and just whispering sweet nothings or sitting in silence w/ you until you finally fell asleep

contacts many doctors to figure out this problem so your health doesn’t decline

helps distract you by talking about new projects or funny things he overheard at the office or wine

Saeyoung:

oof this is untimely

you were just getting out of the shower when you glanced down and noticed a steady trickle of blood making its way down your chest

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME”

you could’ve sworn it was just water like three seconds ago

asdtyjkl now you have to go back and shower agAIN aaagghhghh

you go to hop back into the shower when you’re suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness

CRASH

seven jolts at the massive bang that echoes through the house. even saeran sends him a text to ask what the hell that was

it sounds like it came from the bathroom,,, and wait, weren’t you taking a shower?

the worst case scenarios flash through his mind and in half a second saeyoung’s up and dashing to the bathroom

when he gets there his eyes widen and he starts knocking on the door frantically

he can smell that very familiar, metallic crimson scent. (lololol seven is a bloodhound now its canon bc i said so)

“MC!! MC!! It’s me, open up!”

picks the lock when you dont get the door

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you on the floor, surrounded by bright red blood

“Holy shit, MC!!!!”

panics. a lot. he doesnt even care that you’re naked, he needs you to wake up and now. he needs you not to be dead.

basically faints from relief when you groan in pain, bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light.

“seven, what are you doing in here?” “i thought you were dead MC!” “huh? ah- oh… that… i’ll explain that later… first could you, uh, hand me my towel?” “What? …!”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway, he shows you all his gadgets whenever you have a bleeding nose so you don’t have a repeat of the above incident.

he helps you clean up the blood afterwards. he’s,,,, surprisingly good at it,,,,

whoops i had a nap while rewriting this

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Can you do 26 for Saeyoung but with him being the one who's dying? (For the text promts thing) thank you! (Im sorry i live for the angst)

DO NOT BE SORRY FRIEND I LOVE ANGST TOO ALBEIT IM NOT THAT GREAT AT WRITING IT BUT I SHALL DO MY BEST TO LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS // also tumblr is eating up my writing and this is a Big Sad so i’m vvv sorry for delays

fun songs to listen to when reading:

Kiss It Better - He is We

please don’t - mxmtoon

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

King - Lauren Aquilina

tw: death, angst, feels?, blood

He only had a few minutes. Saeyoung knew that. He was drifting in and out of consciousness and the burning pain in his side did nothing to help that. He could feel the thick, warm blood trickling down his waist and along his hip. Saeyoung was positive that multiple ribs were broken. Oh, god if only this mission hadn’t gone so wrong.

The mission had been simple. Break into some CEO’s archives, take back the information stolen from his boss and then some, sneak out again and make it back to the agency in time to meet MC, give her a report and then go home together. Or, at least, that was the plan. Of course their stupid rival agency (what was it? Aqua Pupil or some shit.) had to decide to do the exact same thing, on the exact same day. Because it’s not like everything else in his life had already gone so wrong up until now, right? Not. At. All.

A warped voice came through the receiver on his earpiece. “…Sev- …Ome in- …ear me?!” MC’s panicked voice crackled through, the earpiece letting out a high pitched whine that made Saeyoung’s face twist up.

“Not… so loud…” He groaned. The high ringing only made his ever-growing headache worse. His brain was fuzzy and his sight began to blur, colours melting together. In the back of his mind, he heard MC barking orders at her subordinates.

“Saey- …going to- -u out of there.” MC had never sounded so frantic. “-Ang in the- !”

If he wasn’t in so much pain, he probably would have scoffed in disbelief before making some stupid joke to lighten the mood. “Hard… to do, MC…”

“I kno- …ou have to. You have- ..ome back…”

You had never been so scared in your entire life - not even when you had had a gun held to your head as a hostage. Saeyoung had been shot. Shot by none other than fucking Mint Eye. Just the name left the most bitter taste in your mouth.

“Seven! Come in Seven! Can you hear me?!” Your voice rose as you grew more and more terrified. He couldn’t be dead yet. No, he couldn’t - the medical team were on their way, he wasn’t allowed to die.

“Not… so loud…” Came a feeble response. Your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the main control panel.

“Houston, we have a problem with Zero Seven’s earpiece - get on it! Oh Four, I don’t care if the police show up - get the medical team there as fast as you can! Lucinda, find the nearest possible exits!” You snapped at the nearest subordinates. 404 was driving the medical team there as quickly as they could. They would make it. They had to. “Saeyoung, we’re going to get you out of there. Hang in there! Please!”

A repressed whine came through your earpiece. “Hard… to do, MC…”

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The bitter, crimson liquid filled your mouth as you spoke, trying your hardest to keep him awake. “I know, I know love. You have to. You have to come back to me.”

Saeyoung had accepted his fate.

A bit laughable, really. He’d spent his whole life trying to die but the moment he meets the brightest star in the universe, the Universe (seemingly collectively) turns on him. He’d remembered the name of that stupid agency too - Mint Eye. What a joke.

He’d made his way (somehow) to a wall, propping himself up against it. How long had he been bleeding? Five minutes? Ten? Twenty? He didn’t know anymore. Swarming colours and dots had completely taken over his vision so he shut his eyes. Block out the world, Saeyoung. You’re good at that.

The ringing in his ears was almost unbearable but he kept the earpiece in. He wanted to hear MC’s voice one last time. His throat was dry but he spoke anyway - pain was only temporary.

“MC…”

“…es? Saeyoung, wha- … it?” Although breaking, he knew she was attempting to keep it together. For his sake.

“I’m dying…”

He heard a sharp intake of breath. “What? No, n- ..ot Saeyoung. You’re n- …owed to die. You- You ow- …edding at the space- …member?” He already could hear the unshed tears in her voice. It was heartbreaking.

“Yeah… I… remember…” His body wracked with a violent cough. He tentatively pulled away his hand. There was far more blood than before.

“..ou- ..die! Y-You can’t!” The signal was perfectly clear as her voice broke fully, loud gasping sobs coming through the receiver.

His heart shattered. This was pure torture. “I’m… sorry… MC…”

“…Saeyoung…? Saeyoung. Saeyoung! Saeyoung! N-No! You’re not- you’re not allowed to apologise! You’re not allowed to- you’re not allowed to die! Don’t- don’t- don’t- no- no- no, no, nonono-Saeyoung- no-! No! SAEYOUNG!”

You couldn’t do anything. Not from headquarters. Your subordinates only worked in frantic terror. He won’t die. He won’t. Saeyoung won’t-

“MC…” Your heart rate jumped to a million miles an hour. No, no, no, you knew that tone. No- he couldn’t-

“Yes? Saeyoung what is it?” You held your breath. No, if you crack now, he’ll know. Keep it together MC.

“I’m dying…”

Every single blood cell in your body turned to ice. You could barely breathe. “What? No, no, no, you’re not Saeyoung. You’re not. You’re not allowed to die.” You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you could hardly trust yourself to wipe them away. “You- You owe me a wedding at the space station, remember?”

No, this couldn’t be happening! The medical team were on their way, this couldn’t-

“Yeah… I… remember…” A harsh cough sounded over the receiver.

“So you can’t die! Y-You can’t!” All of your resolve shattered in an instant, your entire body quaking with your cries. No- no, no, nononononono, this is a mistake- this has to be-

“I’m… sorry… MC…”

You physically felt your body temperature drop. Oh god-

“…Saeyoung…? Saeyoung. Saeyoung! Saeyoung! N-No! You’re not- you’re not allowed to apologise! You’re not allowed to- you’re not allowed to die! Don’t- don’t- don’t- no- no- no, no, nonono-Saeyoung- no-! No! SAEYOUNG!”

wow i made myself sad again. look at that, it’s like a talent

have some bubbline to make things better.

oh also, i got two kittens and they’re cute af

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Y-O-O-S-U-N-G! Did I do it right?!? Godddd why is his floofy blonde hair so adorable

Yes you did it perfectly~! And I know right!!! hE’S JUST TOO SWEET ugh i love him

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

ok, so pre-secret endings, it was about Rika

Why did she kill herself? Why wasn’t V talking about it? Why wasn’t he getting answers?! etc.

Now, he still has questions about her but he’s more accepting of not knowing.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

oh yikes

well… i feel that if he only continued to get tips and tiny pieces of information, never anything concrete and never anything that he can investigate without causing more suspicion, he would drive himself over the edge (heh) in stress

he would pour over every tidbit of info and send himself into a frenzy

S: How stealthy are they?

okay usually, he’s not that stealthy

he likes to be known that he’s in the room with you

but he can also be surprisingly good at sneaking up on people.

he has done so multiple times (especially while you’re cooking) and has scared the life out of you every. time.

U: What’s their voice like?

hhhhhhhhhaaaAAAAAAA- //slapped

he’s actually decently good at mimicking other’s voices. You’ve told him he should be a VA but he doesn’t believe you

Most of the time it’s sweet and cute and you love him all the more when he says your name and where was i going with this?

//cries//

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

He’s a great cook, so when he doesn’t have a morning class he tries out new recipes

otherwise its an apple for him and oh look he’s running for the bus

His omlette is perfection now btw

G: How do they flirt?

Awwww dork

When he tries, he tries and when he doesn’t, he doesn’t even need to????

i think it’s said that he has been asked out in the past and I imagine he wasn’t ever flirting, his personality is just so amazing that people fell for him

but anyway, he uses cliche pickup lines a lot

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Can you do RFA + Saeran and which are their favourite characters in Game of Thrones?

asfghjkljhgjk i’ve never watched GoT in my life so i resorted to the internet for help im so sorry i did my best ;w; if anyone (who has actually watched the show) can reblog this with their thoughts that would be a big help bc i don’t know what I’m talking about

Yoosung: Bran Stark

Zen: Ygritte

Jaehee: Yara Greyjoy

Jumin: Margaery Tyrell

Saeyoung: Varys

Saeran: The Night King

bonus?

Rika: Jaqen H’ghar

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J-U-M-I-N H-A-N Love my catmom :)

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

Hehehehehehe

he likes teasing Zen, obviously. He sends photos of cats to the chatroom every once in a while, just to get a rise out of him

He’s amazing at subtly insulting pompous rich kids, which never fails to make you laugh - especially when they don’t understand why you’re doubling over in fits of laughter

He’s really good at memorising quotes and jokes from TV shows and sitcoms and can slip them into a normal conversation at any point

its even better when he does so in professional business conversations and you have to bite down your laughter

U: What’s their voice like?

Is that an angel in my ears?

hhhhhhh i’m in love

ahem… it’s so smooth and deep and resonates with your soul…

and it’s so powerful?????? and commanding???? and why am i crying?????

he could talk about the most boring topic in the world and i would be all ears

M: What is their favourite dessert?

Okay so obviously he has a lot of expensive desserts

so out of them, it’s probably passionfruit macarons?? 

but he actually really likes street food

like rolled ice-cream, doughnuts, chocolate pretzels etc.

anything he can share with you, really! now im hungry ;w;

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

To quote himself - “I was just born extraordinary.”, “[but], I am young and extraordinary.” and “I’m not just a good guy, I’m a great guy.”

he definitely has a lot of faith in himself, that’s for sure.

i think the quotes above are pretty self-explanatory…

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

His nutritionist usually sorts it out for him, but generally something healthy and delicious

On some days, he doesn’t have time to eat at home, so he’ll get something made to eat at the office

usually its a fruit salad or a cereal or something dry that he can eat while working

H: What is their deadly sin?

huh,, either Lust or Pride

And not necessarily sexual lust, but like,, lust for other things,,,,

And similar to Zen, he has a lot of faith in himself and his abilities so his pride can be,,, detrimental.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

okay let’s be real, he’s actually a serious nerd

he’s intelligent, business-wise and just in general, so I think he excelled in Maths, Science, Business classes (is that a thing) and all the ‘nerdy subjects’

“shockingly” he practically failed photography

I’m sorry about the sins one, it’s so difficult to figure one out! Tell me if you want me to redo something~!

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H-Y-U-N R-Y-U :d

H: What is their deadly sin?

i’m thinking… Pride

it’s difficult to say because he’s so kind and even prince-like but he does have a lot of self-confidence

and while a lot of that is him loving himself after a difficult childhood,,

there’s always a possibility that his pride can get him into trouble…

Y: What’s one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

already answered~!

U: What’s their voice like?

heaven~

i mean, we’ve all heard the same voice right?

honestly, so smooth, like honey

you could listen to it for hours and never get bored.

and he’s such a smooth talker too?? how dare he be so perfect.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Answered in the same post as Y~!

R: What are their hands like?

His hands are calloused but a soft kind of calloused. They’re really warm too and you 100% hold them when your hands are cold - he’s like a personal walking heater

they’re strong from working out, riding his motorbike and dealing with props often

but he takes care of them well - using a really good moisturiser and he washes them often

he 100000% goes and gets manicures

somehow his nails grow so well??? they grow fast and strong and honestly????? i’m jealous.

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no.6 for the Defender of Justice

you guys want to know what will happen with someone naked in bed, don’t you

heck

p.s sorry it’s so late and a little all over the place and so short im jsut really tired sorry. also fem!MC

Prompt: Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

MC dawdled into her warm house. Her mood was sour and she was 90% sure that she’d scared the living daylights of her neighbour with her appearance. Why, you may ask, was she so salty? You see, she’d been working for a week straight and hardly had any time to herself, something that wasn’t really a great idea on the higher-up’s behalf. By now, she was nothing but exahusted and kind of wanted to sleep for 25 hours. 

She stumbled through the kitchen, dropping her handbag onto the counter as she passed. Climbing the stairs, she stopped into the bathroom to wash off whatever makeup remained as well as brush her teeth. She stared at her reflection. Unkempt hair was falling out of a messy bun. Her bangs fell into her eyes, hiding the dark bags. Her lips were chapped and she noticed more than a few stains on her usually pristine blouse. ‘Great.’

After freshening herself up a little, MC trudged over to her room. Flicking the lights on, all she could do was… stare.

“Hey MC~.”

“Saeyoung.”

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Saeyoung… Is… Is there a reason you’re… naked… in my bed?”

“Well. You see-”

Whatever his excuse was, she didn’t hear it. As the door shut behind her and she walked downstairs again, however, she could hear his shouts of confusion. Seems like she was sleeping on the couch tonight.

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Hello meow~ What are your HC'S on how Seven would react if while he was pushing MC away and stuff in the apartment, MC got an anxiety attack? Like it just reminds her of things that happened in her past and she gets stressed and just ends up in tears. Thank you!

hi hi meow~! (ฅ'ω'ฅ) You’re both very welcome! I’m super excited to write this.

I hope it’s okay that I mix these two? If you want me to re-write, don’t be afraid to tell me! This will be based mid-seven’s route so spoilers but for writings sake let’s say he had to go home, for some reason, at some point, somehow, after making sure MC is okay?? Unknown isn’t taking the opportunity for some reason,,, must’ve found some ice cream or something.

I made it a oneshot just because I found it a little easier to merge the two. Kitsuneoftheorganization, if you’d like the HDCs anyway, just tell me and I’ll write them for you!

And anon I totally get you, I’ve been craving angst and emotional wreckage for the past couple days too. Sorry it took so long >

MILD SPOILER WARNING AND ANXIETY ATTACK/BREAKDOWN WARNING

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Oh, little mid-writing note: MC’s breakdown/anxiety attack is loosely based off of what I, myself, have experienced. Please do not come telling me what is and isn’t right - these attacks are different for everyone and they can be treated differently for everyone. Seven only reacts the way that I know for a fact can help (as in, the way that helps me). I don’t want anything to be untrue so I’m sticking to what I know. Okay, continue~

Luciel was unfocused. He had had to return to his house for work reasons. Since he didn’t want MC to worry, he upped and left while she was out grocery shopping. It had been a few days since then and in between working for the agency and tracing/attacking the hacker, he’d been skilfully avoiding MC entirely.

Okay, so he knew it was a bad idea, but what was he supposed to do?! He sure as hell wasn’t getting her caught up in all of his chaos again. He was keeping an eye on the CCTV so that should be fine… right?

Speaking of which, he glanced at the clock quickly. 5:23AM. She wouldn’t be awake, right? It should be fine if he checked quickly, right? Swiftly he swapped his monitor screen over to the Security Necessities, Apartments K200-250 and Elevator CCTV (helpfully abbreviated for the sake of you, MC, to SNAKE.TV) screen, the CCTV that allowed him to keep an eye on MC. He flipped through the cameras quickly, noticing the door to her bedroom was open, letting him see into the room slightly. It was empty, blankets messy on the bed and lightless.

Eyes narrowing, he switched through the cameras until he came across the living room and kitchen camera. There he saw MC pacing along the tiles and wooden floor boards. She was checking her phone every two seconds, fidgeting and squeezing her eyes tight every other. She tugged at her lip forcefully with her teeth, tearing into the soft skin and drawing blood. He closed his gold eyes for a moment clenching his hands into fists on the desk. He didn’t want this. Mentally shaking his head, he continued to watch the CCTV.

Meanwhile, over at Rika’s apartment MC was… exhausted. She was stressed, she was tired, she was anxious and she was mad. She was livid beyond belief. Seven, after promising to “be her guardian angel” or something, had abandoned her then ignored her for the past four days! In the chatroom, in texts, in phone calls, even through CCTV! She could swear she saw the cameras face away every time she even so glanced at them.

And so, she threw a vase. It was a cheap little thing she’d bought from some department store just to lighten up the room a little bit. It was filled with yellow carnations and water so as it smashed on the kitchen tile, it soaked through her socks. Shards of glass cut through the bright blooms. She stood there for a moment, watching the cold water seep through the cracks in the tile and the threads in her socks. Goosebumps rose on her arms, the chill of the tiles and the bite of morning air running their frozen fingertips along her feet and neck.

Now, you’d think that such an experience would shake someone out of it but really all it did for her was send her further into her distressed state. She spun around, eyes glazed over and with a quick swipe of her arm, she shoved all of her paperwork off of the table. Her jacket was soon after swiped off the back of a chair and flung into the wall, shaking a picture of her parents that hung in it’s way.

“Stupid Luciel! You fucking coward! You’re such an asshole!” She shrieked, tears cascading down her face. Pillows were torn off the couch, a chair kicked across the room, all of her notices and reminders were torn off the fridge along with the magnets that held them. MC carelessly slammed a lamp into the opposite wall, watching with ragged breath as it shattered, sparking before sliding across the floor, cracked pieces glinting in the dim light.

“I hate you Luciel!”

She turned and grabbed the nearest thing, a picture frame on the breakfast bar. Her tear-filled eyes blurred out the faces in the frame and her anger blurred out her sense of judgement. In one swift motion, she tossed the frame haphazardly to the ground. The glass broke. The picture began soaking up the water from the carnations. MC’s eyes widened. Snapping out of her thoughtless rage, she collapsed to her knees, picking up the photo.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” She rushed to grab a handful of tissues, trying to salvage the photo as best she could. “Oh, god, what have I done…” She whimpered. Her numb fingers dropped the photo and the tissues. With the photograph and tissues now on the bench, she sank back down to the cold tile, pulling her legs up to her chest. From there, she sat in silence, her head buried in her knees. The ticking of the clock filled the emptiness and MC tried to make herself smaller as it went on. Her head pounded painfully and she just wanted to disappear.

“Luciel, why…?”

Luciel ran as fast as he could, steadily approaching the tall apartment complex. Mentally, he thanked the agency for pushing him through years of physical training. The colours of dawn broke out across the sky. Soft pink, orange and blue hues spread throughout the vast expanse and lit up the world around him.

He rushed into the lobby, passing the reception and going straight to the elevators. In his arms, he held nothing but his phone and a tub of ice cream. The elevator doors slid open and he ducked inside, pressing the little glowing ‘14′ and tapping his feet impatiently.

“Without you, I feel broke, like I’m half of a whole. Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn, like a sail in a storm. Without you, I’m just a sad song…” He became acutely aware of the elevator music, which honestly seemed pretty appropriate for the current situation.

All too slowly, the elevator dinged and he stepped out. Following the empty corridor, he found the apartment, quickly pressing in the code and pushing open the door. It was almost completely black, only the slightest signs of the sunrise peeking through the curtains. Still, he could see the faint outline of MC, huddled against the breakfast bar.

“Oh, MC…” He whispered, quietly shutting the door and stepping toward her. She stiffened, looking up slowly. “MC, I’m so sorry…” She shuffled away from him slightly and he stopped.

“W-Why…?”

He ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t know, really. “I- I was scared. I guess. I, uh, well, I need to follow the rules of the game. I… I think I’m just scared of what route you’re trying to take.” His eyes flickered over to the photograph on the bench top. It was a bunch of smaller photos, collaged together. He could clearly see a selfie of the two of them in the middle. The first time that she took his route. She followed his gaze to above her as tears welled back up in her eyes.

Tucking her face back into her knees, she spoke softly. “Saeyoung, I didn’t mean- I- I didn’t-” her voice cracked. “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it…”

Luciel looked back at her and his eyes softened. “Hey, MC…” her sobs and hiccups broke through the silence. He moved toward her again, sliding down the wall and sitting next to her. “I- I know. I know MC. I know… It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

“B-But I- I- I- I- I was only, I- I was only trying to, I was only trying to get it- get it once- I h- hurt you…”

Luciel smiled weakly and took her hand in his. “Nah, I’m only code and binary numbers, remember?” He slowly drew circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Her face emerged, tear streaked and red from crying. “Oh, love..” Saeyoung opened his arms and she leapt into them, tightly wrapping her own around his torso. She buried her face into his chest her body wracking with harsh sobs once more. 

“I- I’m so- I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. Cry as much as you want. We have all the time in the world,” Luciel whispered soothingly, stroking her hair.

They sat like that for a while, the area around them slowly lighting up with the coming of day. Eventually, he felt MC relax in his arms and he pulled away slightly, looking at her face. Her eyes lay closed and her breathing had evened out. She finally looked peaceful. Smiling gently down at her, he shifted her into his arms. Standing, he carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. He brushed a few stray hairs from her face and kissed her forehead gently.

“I love you so much MC. Never forget that. And I’m so, unconditionally sorry.” He walked out of the bedroom, sighing to himself as he put the (now melted) ice cream tub into the fridge. Checking his phone, he saw a chatroom notification. Yoosung complaining about a test that day? He suspected as much.

“Saey…” He looked up at the sound. What? Peering into the bedroom, he saw MC drowsily looking at him. “Saeyoung… could you please… I mean… could you please stay…?” She mumbled. Saeyoung smiled lightly.

“Of course.”

Sorry I had to end on a nice note. I just love him so much and I think I’m not good at ending angsty things on an angsty note. Oh well.

Bye bye! *poof*

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V Oneshot: “Please Come Home.”

because i hate myself

9:46PM

Riiiing

Riiiing

Riiiing

Rii-

“Hi, this is Jihyun Kim, I’m sorry that I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message after the tone.”

BEEP

“Hey V... Look, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it and I was just angry and tired, even though nothing excuses what happened... Please just come back home. We can talk this out. It doesn’t have to happen like this. Or at least call me or Luciel. Please, he’s been worried sick... We both have. I’m... so sorry.”

BEEP

11:18PM

Rii-

“Hi, this is Jihyun Kim, I’m sorry that I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message after the tone.”

BEEP

“V? It’s been a while and we’ve had no contact from you... though you probably already knew that... Please just contact us. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me... ever again... but at least call or text Luciel. Please. I’m so, so sorry. Words can’t express how sorry I am. V, please.”

“Here, can you pass me the phone for a sec?”

“Huh? O-oh, sure.”

“Thanks. V? Come on now, you’re freaking us all out. This isn’t like you. Whatever it was that was said, it doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment, does it? Anyway, please hurry and call back. I’m trying to hack to find your location but theres some kind of really intricate program blocking the way. I don’t know what it is but it’s making this difficult. Ok, bye.”

BEEP

3:47AM

Rii-

“Hi, this is Jihyun Kim, I’m sorry that I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message after the tone.”

BEEP

“V?! We’re on our way! Please stay safe. Luciel managed to track your phone. How did you even get a firewall that good? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Please just get away! I’m so sorry, I promise we can - Luciel just leave it! There’s no time! - talk this out! You don’t have to do this! Just stay safe, we’re coming. Oh god, please just stay safe.”

BEEP

4:12AM

Rii-

“Hi, this is Jihyun Kim, I’m sorry that I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message after the tone.”

BEEP

“V! We’re here!! Please answer our calls! Please! We have Jumin backing us up but please just tell us you’re here!”

BEEP

4:23AM

“Jihyun! Please! Where are you?!”

“V?! V! Where are you?!”

“Jihyu- oh my- Jihyun!”

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In which the author became too sentimental to finish

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Z.E.N for the alphabet questions. Can I also have V,Y and K/O for him as well please? Sorry if its to many letters

ohhh bejeebus this will take a little while,,.. BUT THAT IS FINE! DAS IST GOOD! CONTINUEE

They’re all going to be rather short because it’s kinda late now so I’m very very sorry about that! Regardless! It’s under the cut for length~

Z: How do they sleep?

Zen sleeps pretty lightly

As we know, he has psychic dreams so if anything in them happen that would be strange in real life he wakes up from shock

He goes to bed pretty late but will wake up early to rejuvenate himself

thats not healthy Zenny boy

*some random person* TF ARE YOU ON ABOUT YOU’RE EVEN WORSE

you got me there

He loves to hold you close as you sleep and will spend a while just stroking your hair or drawing patterns on your skin

E: How are they with children?

He’s loved by children and he loves them in return

He wants to make sure they’re all happy

especially with themselves

Zen is very kind to kids because he doesn’t want them to grow up as he did

He’ll sing to them and act with them if they want

He’ll literally play any game they want

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

He has a very light but nutritional breakfast

it can range anywhere from a fruit salad to a omelette at a cafe

very occasionally does he have pancakes or bacon but he does have them on celebrations and holidays and such

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them

This is kinda obvious but bring up cats or Jumin

If you continue to talk about Jumin, he’ll get very possessive over you and cuddle attack you

and with cats, just babble on about Elizabeth or coo at cats in the chatroom with Jumin

WARNING! HE WILL GET SAD AND WONDER WHY YOU’RE NOT ON HIS SIDE! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

Y: What’s the question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

He’s always wanted to know why his parents hurt him in the way that they did when he was younger

And why his brother turned on him

Like, he’s always had a general idea, but he wanted to know the exact reason

What made them hate him so much?

K: How do you know they’re upset at you?

You’ll definitely know he’s upset with you when he turns away

He’ll be quieter than usual and definitely trying to sort his emotions out

this doesn’t mean he’s ignoring you! oh no, definitely not! He still loves you with all of his heart

He just doesn’t want to say anything out of anger that he’ll regret

Eventually he’ll confront you about it, probably quietly and in a way that you’ll understand instantly what’s wrong

You’ll both then sit down and talk about it

many forehead kisses and cuddles afterwards

O: What would it take to break them inside and out?

You

most definitely you

He wouldn’t mind if his career went south if you were by his side

Hell, he could take on the world if you’re with him

But the moment you fight

The moment when you just cannot love him and you have to leave

When you just can’t see how he sees you, how he loves you so wholeheartedly and how he’s so grateful for you loving him in return and helping him through life

He’ll just shatter

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J, O and X for Vanderwood! 😘

*muah*

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

Vanderwood… has a rather dark sense of humour, if any.

They are now very sarcastic and can (and will) take any chance to give a snarky response

On the very rare occasion they don’t make a sarcastic joke, they will make very corny and punny jokes

If you start a pun war, they’ll have so many sharp comebacks ohmigoodness

you’d better have your axe to cut through their forest of puns (geddit, Vanderwood, forest of puns?)

its okay i hate myself as much as you guys hate me

O: What would it take to break them inside and out?

pressure

so, so, so much pressure

they’ve just gotten used to a life away from the agency and pressure of the time limits and the work

they’ve just gotten used to a normal lifestyle

if you were to re-put that pressure of time and work and the looming danger of the possibility of death/high stakes, they will snap

they’ll probably hold it in but you’ll know - they just couldn’t take it anymore

but only for a little, then they’ll forcefully toughen themselves up and deal with the task

X: What’s their most petty secret?

Okay okay okay so

they’d never tell anyone this

but whenever Zero Seven didn’t do his work enough at the agency, they’d fake calls to the Boss to get him to work harder

They know it was mean

but they also know that if  Seven didn’t get the work done, the consequences would be dire

After Seven got paid in Honey Buddah that one time though, they stole any/all Honey Buddah in the vicinity - also taking Seven’s keys to his warehouse to make sure he couldn’t get more

that was the cleanest two days Vanderwood had ever had.

Alphabet Headcanons

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Hello! How about Z and G for Saeran? •w•

Hiya!

Z: How do they sleep?

Saeran sleeps rather quietly, generally

Sometimes he has night terrors and you will have to help him through them

He has to have you in the room with him or he can’t sleep

If you’re out or busy, he’ll wait up until you’re there next to him

He really likes it if you run you fingers through his hair whilst he falls asleep.

He would never admit it but he’s probably a massive cuddler and won’t let go in the mornings

G: How do they flirt?

Oh ho ho ho, this baby…. He can’t…… really…… flirt

HOWEVER!

He did go ask his brother for some pickup lines! and of course, Saeyoung gave him some…. quueeessstionable ones….?

He’s super cute and flustered when he tries them out on you that you can’t help but smile widely at him.

Other than that, unknowingly, he’s actually really smooth when he doesn’t try

Like, its like that time tumblr got super smooth and it leaves you super flustered and probably blushing a lot

Alphabet Headcanons

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I'm Here for You (Jaehee x Reader)

You sat, shaking, on your bed in the dark bedroom, eyes filling again and adain with warm tears that you didn’t even notice. Jaehee was asleep next to you, hardly noticing your shivering form. Your mind was frozen in shock, thoughts trying to form but disintegrating just as fast.

You’d thought it’d been so real. You thought she was gone for good. Your heart wasn’t slowing down, your pulse heavy in your wrist. The nightmare felt so physical, so realistic.

You hated it.

You’d dreamt that she was gone. That you’d never see her again. All because you couldn’t be good enough. Something had to go wrong. You couldn’t save her. You let her down.

A soft rustling of the bedsheets sounded behind you. You felt Jaehee move to sit up. Then her arms enclosed around you, tugging you close to her chest and holding you tightly. Your own arms wrapped around her automatically and you pressed yourself closer to her.

She began calming you down instantly. Your breath came out in strangled gasps and the tears just wouldn’t stop. But she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind you were soaking her shirt. She didn’t mind that it was freezing at 5 in the morning. She just wanted you to be okay. Jaehee began to whisper quiet nothings into the chilled air, her words as soft as cotton. She stroked your hair soothingly and eventually tugged the blankets back over the two of you, prompting you to lie down into the warm covers with her.

Your endless tears slowly turned into dry sobbing, hiccups and gasps fading down. Jaehee still held you comfortingly. She leant forward slightly and pressed a kiss to both of your cheeks, just under your eyes.

“It’s okay MC, it’s okay. I’m here for you. I love you.”

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this wasn't requested I'm sorry! it’s just I just woke up (I know right what I actually slept) and I had a nightmare where my mother passed away. It was so bad I woke up crying. I’m still kinda shaken so I thought “I know! I’ll write to take my mind off things” lol nope this is what came out of that.

Bye bye now~!