#the way jihyun just slowly turns around and walks away

[starsickkk]

#the eighth sense #t8s gifs #the way jihyun just slowly turns around and walks away #took me out #jihyun #these surf club seniors rly be cradle snatchers huh #they love their freshmen

[himbobeel]

Hiiii! I'm excited for the requests! How about mystic messenger zen and v with a first kiss?

hi!!!! thank you sm for being my first request back, and with my two favorite boys at that <33 i would love to do this. here we go!! 

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hiiii! i'm excited for the requests! how about mystic messenger zen and v with a first kiss?

zen

on day 11, after the end of the rfa party. once the last guests have filed into their respective limos and the venue is 100% clean, zen takes you back to his apartment to make you dessert. after the two of you are stuffed to the brim with chocolate cake and have watched a sufficient amount of television, he takes you out onto the roof. the same one where he brought down his walls for the first time and told you about his family.

as he takes your hand, helping you sit on the safest part of the ledge, you gasp at the brilliant blanket of stars that hangs just over your head. he can’t help but blush at your excitement.

it’s quiet for a while as the two of you search for constellations and point them out to one another, basking in the glow of a successful evening. zen has been slowly inching his hand towards yours for the past few minutes, and eventually he musters up the courage to slip your fingers between his. 

 as a cool breeze blows through your hair, you turn to look at him. the way the moonlight eclipses on his face makes his eyes glow just as bright as one of the stars in the sky. he looks absolutely ethereal like this, mouth slightly parted and tongue in his teeth as he tries his best to search the sky for god knows what. he must become aware that you’re watching him, because as he turns to you, his cheeks turn ever so slightly pink, like a spring rose.

“thank you for being so helpful tonight,” you say, giving his hand a light squeeze.

“thank you for hosting it,” he squeezes back. “it’s been hard without rika, and...i think tonight is just what everyone needed.”

both of you stare at one another for a while, and as if you both can read each other’s mind, you lean in and your lips meet. he’s hesitant at first, making sure you’re comfortable before he continues. you inch closer to him, pressing a hand to the back of his neck in encouragement. kisses still featherlight but confident, he brings his own hand up to your cheek, rubbing gently back an forth with his thumb.

the way your mouths move together in harmony, the love dripping from each touch to your neck, back, knee. you are a puzzle and he is your final piece, fitting together with you so perfectly.

V

after the events of the party in his good ending on the main route. after v’s return from traveling, the two of you decide to take things slow. while both of you know what you want, his healing journey is far more important to you than anything else. he does, however, ask to see you as often as he can; taking you to coffee shops, art galleries and exhibitions, and reading to you are some of his favorite activities.

this particular morning, you woke up to a text that he has something important that he wants to do with you. greeting you at the door, he takes you into a long hug, something he loves to do anytime he sees you now. he covers your eyes and takes great care leading you across his apartment. after a moment, he stops, removing his hands and whispering for you to open your eyes. on is balcony, sat on his recently-purchased oak easel, is a canvas.

an empty canvas. you furrow your eyebrows. v must see your confusion, because he motions for you to sit in a stool. for a moment, he leaves you further in confusion as he rushes back into the apartment and returns with a black bag. he rummages through it before pulling out his glass paint pallet and a small kit of different colored acrylic paints.

“i figured we could paint together,” he smiles at you warmly. “how does that sound, flower?”

you nod, eagerly taking the brush and paints from him.

you both sit with your easels facing away from one another, a small table of snacks, brush water cups, and napkins between you. over the course of the next few hours, you paint and snack on biscotti and discuss everything going on with elizabeth 3rd and zen’s new musical. when you finish, you turn around yours to reveal a winter scene, the centerpiece being a frozen pond and small duck with a scarf. although it’s not very good, v claps for you enthusiastically anyways, his eyes twinkling along with the sheer size of the smile on his face.

when he turns his around, you gasp. on his canvas is a portrait of you. you’re sat on a couch holding a black cat in your lap with glistening, teary red eyes. you remember this day vividly. on the first “date” (or whatever you would call it) v took you on, you both decided to go to a cat cafe that recently opened. to your (happy) surprise, they were some of the fattest, cutest cats you had ever seen. your cheeks blush, embarrassed that just a cat brought you to tears.

"this was one of the most special days of my life,” he says. “it had been so long since i did anything that fun someone i truly cared about without feeling miserable. and it was sitting there, watching you fall in love with every cat in the place, that i realized that my heart let me to the right person.”

and he kisses you, soft but confident and chaste but passionate. he leans off of his stool, taking your hands and walking you over to him. he wraps your body in his arms, and you reciprocate by taking his face in both hands. 

how fortunate you were to love kim jihyun.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger fic #mysme #mysme headcanons #zen #hyun ryu #mysme zen #jihyun kim #mysme v #rfa #himbobeel

[bloodpacks-archive]

Hands holding (33) with Jihyun please 💙☺️

i am so sorry it took me so long to get to this and now i’m posting it at 3:30AM but i hope you enjoy it anyway i deeply apologize.

endure | jihyun kim

warnings: mentions of blood/wounds, bandaging hands, general angst/self-doubt but it’s jihyun what did you expect

word count: 1.7k

His hands shake as he tries to loosen the bandages. The cloth sits between his teeth and he tries to unwrap them on his own—tries to make sure that they’re redressed properly without anyone else because he is so sick of asking for help.

He doubts he deserves it anymore.

He can hear her quiet footsteps in the kitchen, the clinking of pans as she makes something for the both of them. She’s been stubborn ever since he got released from the hospital, and while most of him is thankful, a much louder part of him begs her to please, go home. Take care of yourself first, not me.

In the shrouding darkness of his bedroom, his door only cracked open an inch, he can take care of things on his own. He doesn’t have to lay in front of her, the word burden laying heavy on his lips, his hands outstretched and practically begging.

He hisses as the bandage lifts off of his wound, a soft groan breaking past his throat. Blood pulls away with the dirty bandage, red and sticky. He scrunches his eyes closed and lets the bandage slip out from between his teeth, watching as it falls below his wrist. On instinct, he goes to grab it with his other hand, but the movement of his fingers makes his joints ache and he hisses again, bowing his head until he can feel the touch of his hair against the exposed skin of his hands.

He hears the creak of his door, sees the light from the hall begin to spill onto the floor until it laps at his feet.

“V?” She whispers, her voice sweet with concern. He doesn’t dare look up at her. He chews on his lower lip while his gaze stays on the ground. His hands itch to rub together, but every movement sends a shot of pain into his forearm. Her footsteps are soft against the hardwood. She walks on the balls of her feet, barely letting her heels touch the ground. She moves forward until her socks (do they have flowers on them?) come to meet his.

Her hands come down to his, and then she crouches before him, lowering herself until he has to meet her eyes. He tries to keep his gaze steady on her, but turns away after a moment anyway.

“What are you doing?” She asks. Her fingers move to the bandage that now hangs from his hand—half-wrapped and half-unraveled. Her gaze moves to the medicine that sits beside him then, and she sighs.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, weakness encroaching on the sound of his voice. He’s not entirely sure what he’s apologizing for, if it’s the bandages that lay on his hands or the fact that she’s now kneeling before him, the sound of sweet worry falling past her lips and into his ears.

She doesn’t speak, only slowly begins to unravel the rest of the bandages that lay in his right hand—the one he’d already begun to work on. She’s delicate against his skin, her fingers light on the cloth. As she pulls away the last strip of bandages on that hand, it tugs on one of his cuts and he scrunches his eyes shut again, letting a strained breath slip past his teeth. Her head snaps up and she whispers a series of apologies, one of her hands traveling up his forearm so she can lightly trace the skin there.

But he can’t look her in the eyes. His gaze stays on the way her thumb barely presses into the skin of his arm, and though he’s thankful for her touch, a disgusting kind of sorrow settles somewhere in his chest. She moves her hands freely along his skin, her fingers have the ability to wrap around the bottle of saline solution that lays beside him and she doesn’t cower at pain running through and into her bones.

It’s a heavy feeling in his chest, one that curls around him and makes him feel dizzy and sick. He wants to apologize just for the feeling, wishes to ask her to go home and please, enjoy your evening, he wishes he could sit in this darkness and take care of himself and stop hearing the voice that whispers burden so close to his ear that it wraps around and presses into his skull.

He wants to feel the stretch of his hands, wishes to feel the weight of his camera in his palm and the press of the cool shutter-release against his skin—the resistance of it, something he knows by heart, he wants to feel his joints adjust to that touch.

“V,” She says again. He doesn’t move, but he hums—a weak little noise, barely more than a creak in his voice. “Can you look at me?” She asks.

Hesitantly, he raises his head and his gaze until he meets her eyes once more. He can’t see all of her, especially not in this darkness, but he sees the tilt of her head and the shape of her furrowed brows.

“I’m sorry,” He repeats, and she clicks her tongue and shakes her head in reply.

“No,” She says, “No, I’m not allowing you to be.” He wants to reply, but the only words that seem to fit well in his mouth are him asking for forgiveness, and she wouldn’t want that either, so he stays silent.

She sighs again and runs a hand up his forearm before returning back down to his wounds. She doesn’t speak yet, dripping the saline solution onto his hand. It’s cool against the skin there, and he lets a contented breath fall past his lips. He closes his eyes for a moment, and opens them to find her looking at him again.

“I can tell you’re feeling guilty.” She begins to unwrap his other hand as she speaks. He notices how she’s even more careful with this one, going a little slower than before and checking with him every few moments. “It’s okay to be taken care of sometimes.”

“You’ve cared for me too many times-“

“V,” She interrupts, and he stops at the sound of her voice. It’s stern, but there’s a tone there that suggests something of grief. He doesn’t understand until she speaks again. “When was the last time someone took care of you?”

He doesn’t respond, but he purses his lips. He feels as one of her hands moves away from his, and then she cups his jaw. Her fingertips are so light against his skin it feels more like a fantasy of touch than the real thing, but then he feels her thumb trace against his cheekbone and he knows that it’s real. That this- this affection, even of the most foreign regard, is real.

“Then let me,” She whispers, and then “please,” her voice breaking at the vowels. The word burden still sits somewhere under his tongue, but he doesn’t dare speak it. He only nods, but her hand doesn’t move away for a moment. Instead, she leans up and tilts his head down until her lips press softly to the crown of his head. On instinct, one of his hands wishes to curl around around her wrist that lays by his neck, but at the movement pain washes through his knuckles and he stops, suppressing the shaky breath that threatens his lungs. When she moves away and her hand leaves his face, his skin feels cold and he almost leans to follow her touch. He doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t allow himself anything of the sort.

They don’t speak while she treats his left hand, the only sound filling the air being that of their breaths and the rustle of sheets while she grabs the antibiotics from the space next to him. She’s careful as she rewraps both of his hands, only speaking to ask him if it’s too tight, but it isn’t. She’s managed to get it right.

When she’s finished rewrapping both of his hands, she holds them for a moment, careful not to bend any of his fingers—rather, her touch is under his knuckles, her fingers spread on the back of his wrist.

“I know how important your hands are to you,” She whispers. Her eyes flick from his down to the bandages. He notices her scrutinizing her work, her eyes following the weaving of the cloth. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do.”

“No,” He speaks, “No, you’ve done more than enough. I hardly deserve-“

“Jihyun,” She interrupts, and now her eyes move from her work to lay on his face. The lilt of his name burrows into his chest, leaving it tight as any words die on his tongue. “You deserve to be taken care of.” She shakes her head, furrowing her brows and closing her eyes before speaking again, “Even if you didn’t, no one should lay alone like this. No one deserves to sit in the dark with bandages between their teeth. You can’t- You can’t take every responsibility. You can’t.”

He feels like he’s spent so many moments in silence tonight. Like so many times he’s been left with only apologies resting on his tongue but no means to form them in the rest of his head. He only sits in front of her, hands opened and bandaged by her own fingers, the grief of not being able to reach out to her, no matter what desire tears at his chest. He struggles to find a response, and she must see the way his lips part and his brows furrow, because then she rises to sit next to him, the mattress shifting under her.

Without a word, she wraps an arm around his shoulders and lets him lean into her. His hands are awkward in front of him, but she grabs them so he can turn, letting one wrap behind her while the other stays in front. His forehead falls onto her shoulder, and she lets one of her hands settle into his hair.

In that shrouded darkness, they stay together for a while—his breath warm on her shoulder and her fingers cold in his hair. Light spills into the room, but it urges neither of them to leave. And though his hands ache, he turns his wrist until one of his hands can wrap around her side, a pain surging through his knuckles, but one he’ll endure for just this moment.

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#jihyun kim #jihyun kim x reader #jihyun kim x mc #v x reader #v x mc #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #mystic messenger #hunterelys

[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.”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger fanficiton #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim #mystic messenger x reader #gender neutral reader #slight angs #hurt/comfort #slight vent fic #mentions of anxiety #implied anxiety attack #mystic messenger V x reader #jihyun kim x reader #y/n reader #y/n fic

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   anonymous said: So I have a HC that V has burn scars on his torso from childhood, and he's v insecure about them - hence why he doesn't like people looking at his body. How would he react to MC kissing them edge to edge and just generally reassuring him that she doesn't think they're ugly n all that soft shit? 👉👈

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of scars and fire

♡   —   a/n: aaaaaa i’ve talked about this with @rfadaydreaming​ and @jihyuncompass​!! i love this headcanons so so so much! i haven’t written a lot for jihyun so i hope im doing him justice with this one <3 i really loved writing this one, thanks for requesting! c:

beautiful

It all started during a beach trip. It was a very hot day, so you got rid of your clothes and stayed in your swimwear. You pulled Jihyun to the ocean but since he was wearing shorts and a shirt, he could only join you until the ocean reached his knees. You told him he should just stay in his swimwear but he refused using a lame excuse. You were about to tease him about it but immediately recognized a hint of pain in his eyes so you just let it go.

The next time it happened was during a lazy Sunday morning. The light was entering your shared bedroom window, making him glow and look beautiful and you couldn’t help but kiss him. The intimacy of the moment filled your senses, wanting nothing more than to touch him and feel him close. Your hands sneaked under the old t-shirt he used as a pajama and just as you were tracing his abs, you felt his hand closing around your wrist. The same pain you had seen at the beach was present again in his teal eyes, only this time there was a pinch of fear with it. After a couple of seconds of looking at each other, he quickly let you go, muttering an apology. Before you could get the courage to ask him about it, he kissed your forehead and left the bed, mumbling something about breakfast.

The third time was after rain surprised you in the middle of a long walk. Both of you ran inside your home soaking wet, laughing as you closed the door behind you. You took off your coat and helped Jihyun get out of his as well. Looking at him laugh so earnestly, some of his hair sticking to his face made you realize how truly beautiful he really was. “I love you so much,” you whispered and he widened his eyes, taken aback. Soon after, he smiled at you and promised he loved you as well.

Not being able to resist, you pulled him closer, feeling his drenched clothes against yours. You held his face in between your hands and pressed your lips against his. His hands found their way to the small of your back as he kissed you. You had loved than man for years, loved him when you stayed awake at that cabin taking care of him and you loved him when he left. You loved him even more the day he returned to your arms and swore you would never let go again. Your hands trailed down his jaw and neck, making their way to his shirt, where you started unbuttoning it slowly. You felt him tensing under your touch and his hands clasped over yours once more. You searched for his eyes and saw the same look again, the pain, the fear and now, you could recognize a bit of shame amongst them.

“Please,” you whispered and you felt his hands tremble. A few seconds later, you felt his grip loosen. His eyes avoided yours as you began unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, measuring his reactions to know if you were pushing too hard. His shirt slid down from his shoulders and you noticed him wincing.

Even with the dimming lights coming through the windows of the living room, the burn scars were more than visible for you to notice. They were big and covered a good portion of his pale chest. While they didn’t hold much coloring, the wrinkled skin gave them away. Some of them were thick while some of them made his skin look so frail your heart ached for him. You found yourself tracing his scars with your fingers as softly as you could, while you thought about the fire he had whispered to you during a late night. The memories of his mother were present in each one of his scars and, knowing him like you knew now, you could tell those scars could not even begin to show the emotional pain he must have been under all those years.

Lowering your head, your lips found the closest scar, one just below his collarbone and placed a small kiss. You felt Jihyun’s body tensing, his face immediately turning to you. You looked up at him and noticed his previously avoidant eyes filling up with tears. You moved your lips to another scar, one in the middle of his chest and probably the biggest one and pressed the softest of kisses on top of it. Jihyun’s hands held onto your shoulders as if he was to lose balance any second. You continued looking for every scar on his trembling chest, pressing kisses on them, your nose nuzzling his skin as you looked for another one.

When you finally stretched your back and looked at Jihyun’s teal eyes again, you noticed his face damped with tears, small sobs stil. Stepping on your toes, you pressed a kiss on the corner of his quivering mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said against his lips, your hands on top of his shoulder blades, thumb stroking his skin softly. “And I’m so in love with you.”

This time, it was Jihyun who pressed his lips against yours, finding comfort in your touch and soft words. You stayed locked in a tight embrace, wet clothes from the rain and quiet love promises, knowing you had finally torn down the last standing wall in between you both.

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[cheolbooluvr]

i’m the one who found ur love

pairing: dino x fem!reader

genre: super fluff, boyfriend!au, prom 2.0

warnings: none unless kissing counts?

word count: 829

a/n: you MUST listen to look at me by george when you read this! another request from my friend, but she said i could post this on tumblr :D also Jihyun is Dino’s sister in another fic I’m writing, so that’s who she is, but this story is completely unrelated to that. hopefully that’s not too confusing!! enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

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“Dino, where are we going?” you asked, hoping not to bump into anything with a blindfold over your eyes. You were dressed in a gorgeous navy blue dress that hugged every inch of your body. Jihyun had done your makeup just a couple hours before at the request of her brother. 

“Just be patient…” Dino’s voice trailed off as he pulled you along. The two of you had stopped walking and he let go of your hand briefly. It had been almost pitch dark the entire time, but suddenly you could see some lights through the fabric around your eyes. look at me by george began playing and Dino stood behind you, taking the blindfold off of your eyes. The lights turned out to be even brighter than you expected, causing you to squint at what was before you. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light, you gasped. Lights strung above you from trees over a circular open space. There were two large speakers on either side of the circle and in the middle of it all was a picnic blanket with a basket. 

Dino loved the way your eyes sparkled in the night, and he especially loved the way the light lit up the edges of your beautiful face. You turned to him in awe and asked, “Did you do all of this for me?”

He took your hand and kissed the top of it. “Of course. When you said you wished you could re-do prom all over again, I wanted to make that happen for you.” The song changed to Paris in the Rain by Lauv, and you smiled at his song choice. You took a good look at the boy in front of you; he was wearing a navy suit that matched your dress and black dress shoes. His hair was done up and swept to the side so that his forehead was exposed. Everything about this moment seemed unreal, but you didn’t want to second-guess any of it. He held out his hand to you and led you to the middle of the open space. You sat down on the blanket and Dino pulled out a lunchbox with kimbap in it, as well as two cans of Milkis.

“Did you make this?” Your eyes widened when he opened the container. Dino nodded and smiled shyly. “It smells delicious!”

He handed you a pair of chopsticks and without a second of hesitation, you plopped a piece into your mouth, nodding and humming with approval of Dino’s kimbap. Jihyun had told him to take up some new hobbies during the summer to keep him from annoying her all day while she worked from home. He had taken some art classes, but his most recent endeavor was a cooking class. Already he learned how to make kimbap, bibimbap, omurice, and a few other dishes. Jihyun told him kimbap would be the easiest to eat, so that’s what he decided on. 

You and Dino ate dinner in silence, but every now and then, the two of you would steal glances at each other, blushing at every moment your eyes made contact. When you had finished eating, Dino packed everything up and moved the blanket and basket to the side. Suddenly he felt arms wrapped around his waist as you rested your head on his back. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly as Best Part by Daniel Caesar played softly in the background. “For everything.”

Dino turned around to face you. Wrapping his arms around your shoulder, he stared at you, staring into your eyes but then slowly moved his gaze to your lips. “I love you,” he said as he leaned in, cupping your face in his hands. When your lips met, it was as if time had stopped and you were the only two people in the world. 

You pulled away and Dino took a good look at you. How could he be so lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend like you? He led you to the middle of the space just as Heaven by Pink Sweat$ began playing. He put his hands on your waist and you put your arms around his shoulder as you swayed to the music. 

“So, how was your prom 2.0?” Dino asked, looking at you expectedly.

“Hmm, I’d say five...” you said with a sly smile.

“Out of five?”

“Out of ten.” Dino stopped and you laughed hysterically as your boyfriend pouted at you. You poked his side and he flinched, furrowing his eyebrows even more. “I’m kidding! Five hundred out of one hundred.”

“Your rating scale is weird,” he said, quirking an eyebrow at you. “But I’ll take it.”

“It was better than anything I could have ever imagined.” It was impossible to hide your happiness as you grinned widely at him.

“That’s all I could hope for,” Dino replied. “I’m so lucky.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “For what?”

“Because I’m the one who found your love.”

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Manager-nim (Kim Taehyung x OC) 1/2

Pairing: Manager! Kim Taehyung x Actress! Named Female OC

Summary: Actress Kan Hayan has been part of the acting world as long as she can remember. Just when she thought her world was about to collapse, she gets introduced to her new manager, Kim Taehyung.

There was something off about him.

Rating: M

Word Count: 12K

Warnings: Non Con (r*pe). Yandere. Smut. Stalking. Sasaeng Behavior. Smut. Abuse. Obsessive Behavior. Gaslighting. Swearing. Eating Disorder. Puking. Pubic Hair. Weight-Shaming. Masturbation (male). Manipulation. Fingering (female receiving). Oral (female receiving). Blood.

Part two: click here to read

A/N: Hey everybody, this is my first yandere story. While writing this story, different ideas kept coming up. This resulted in making a few changes in the warnings. Read the warnings carefully before reading this story.

A special shout out to @deepdarkdelights​ for encouraging me to write this story and giving useful feedback.

Let me know what you think of the story.

“Hold it. Hold it. Hold it…and let go,” a young man dressed in black said while the arms of a twenty-eight-year-old woman shakenly gave up. As a result, her upper body dropped on the rubber yoga mat. She could feel her core muscles burning. “Good job,” the charming young man said while reaching his hand out to the woman. “I hate it when you force me to do planks, Jungkook” the woman complained while putting her hand in the man’s hand. “Hey, I am just following the workout program,” Jungkook chuckled and watched how the woman pushed her bangs to the side.

Drops of sweat were visible on her forehead, some even slid down her face and eventually landed on the rubber yoga mat. It stunned the twenty-seven-year-old man how a woman could look so beautiful after an intense work-out routine. “You did well today, Hayan,” the doe-eyed man said while he turned around and grabbed a bottle of cold water. “Do you have to be on set tomorrow?” Jungkook asked as he offered the bottle of water to Hayan. With a smile on her face, Hayan accepted the bottle of water and took a few sips. When the cold liquid moistified her dry throat, the young actress felt euphoric. Instead of answering verbally, Hayan decided to take a few more sips while nodding. Jungkook chuckled when he was satisfied with the silent answer.

Once the bottle was empty, Hayan grabbed her towel and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “Are you done for today?” Hayan questioned while she ran her thin fingers through her thick black hair. She slightly cringed when her hand touched the sweat on her head. “Unfortunately not, I have two more sessions. One with Yoona and afterwards another one with Jihyun,” Jungkook said while taking off his black cap. Gently he ruffled his long dark brown hair. “They are fun, so you won’t be bored,” Hayan said as she collected her stuff. “True but I just want to go home, eat some spicy ramen and play Overwatch,” Jungkook told the actress. The thought of ramen almost made his mouth water. Hayan chuckled. “Lately I have heard so much about Overwatch,” the celebrity informed her trainer while her mind reminded her the last time she saw an Overwatch ad. “Yeah it recently had a new update with new features,” Jungkook told her while he looked at her. “I see. Anyway, thank you for today,” the twenty-eight-year-old thanked the black-dressed trainer as she threw her towel over her shoulder. “It was my pleasure, Kan Hayan” Jungkook said and smiled at her. Hayan giggled when Jungkook said her full name with his thick Busan accent. “Have a nice evening, Jeon Jungkook,” Hayan playfully imitated his accent. Even though her imitation was impressively spot-on, it made Jungkook laugh. Hearing the actress speak in an unusual manner was always funny to him.

Quietly Kan Hayan walked through the hallways of the sports center. Usually, she would take a quick shower to get rid of the sweat but today the actress was in a good mood so she decided to deal with perspiration a bit longer while she walked to the nearest elevator. During her walk to the elevator, the young actress encountered a few fellow celebrities. Politely she greeted them. She respectfully bowed to her seniors and initiated a short conversation with her juniors. Even though Hayan has been living in the famous and luxurious apartment complex, Jinju Haneul, for a year now she still gets surprised when she sees a fellow celebrity.

Jinju Haneul is a high-quality residential compound that reflects the characteristics of wealth to the maximum extent. From the inside the floors were made from marble, walls were decorated with expensive paintings, crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and at every corner there was a statue of an influential figure. Even the stairs looked expensive. The apartments had a marvelous view over the Han River. There was a forest nearby where the residents could go to for a peaceful walk without getting bothered by the average folk, curious fans, or nosy reporters. The large building included a gym, an art gallery, daycare center for the celebrities’ children, a movie theatre, and a shopping mall. It was the perfect place if you were part of the group of people who made one million dollars annually.

Hayan looked at her Chanel watch and saw it was almost 9 PM, which means her mother will soon wake up from her nap. Hayan’s mother had some odd habits but since she is her mother Hayan just dealt with it without showing any complaints. Currently, Hayan was not in the mood to deal with her mother. The young performer was not sure whether her mother would be in a good mood or not. So Hayan decided to go to the park to get some fresh air and enjoy the peace while it lasted. With her arms crossed over her chest, the black-haired actress made her way to the nearby forest.

It was a quiet evening. The weather was on the warmer side while a gentle breeze occasionally caressed Hayan’s cheek. There were not many celebrities in the forest, which something Hayan did not mind. Occasionally, she crossed paths with a celebrity mother and her child but other than that Hayan enjoyed the solitude and silence. After walking around for some time, Hayan sat down on a wooden bench. She looked up at the night sky hoping to see some stars but unfortunately, there were no stars to spot.

While Hayan sat on the bench and enjoyed the warm weather, her mind started to wander. With eyes focused on the gravel, her brain reminded the actress of her child actor days. The days when she used to feel uneasy being surrounded by adults. The times her classmates used to bully and ostracize her after Hayan made an appearance in a commercial for a new type of ramen, which was also the same commercial that kicked off her acting career. Some days, the young actress wondered if it was a fair trade to exchange her salad years for her current fame. From time to time, Hayan wondered what her life would have looked like if she had never caught the attention of legendary movie director, Bae Jae-Hwan. Would people have looked at her differently if she had never played in the famous drama, Why Roses Are Never Green? Would she be dancing and drinking in a random club in Itaewon with her friends from college, instead of being trapped in this exhausting lifestyle?

As Hayan slowly delved deeper in her thoughts, she did not notice a dark figure arise from the bushes. Suddenly Hayan felt uneasy, it felt like someone was watching her. The sound of a snapping branch woke her up from her thoughts and brought her back to planet earth. The young superstar looked to the left and saw a silhouette. The silhouette belonged to a man. It was a tall man with broad shoulders. It looked like the man was holding a bag in his hand. Something that caught Hayan’s attention was the man’s bright red hair.

“Can I help you?” Hayan asked hoping that the voice of the stranger might reveal his identity. But alas she did not get any response from the mysterious man. The performer was not sure whether she should call the security or not. The silhouette just stood there. Hayan could feel his gaze burning on her skin. Suddenly the red-haired man started to move and walked towards Hayan. Anxiously, the film star stood up and walked in the opposite direction. She cursed herself when she realized she did not have her phone with her. When the footsteps came closer, Hayan’s heart started to beat faster while her brain tried to come up with an escape plan.

A scream came out of Hayan’s mouth when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. “Hey, are you all right?” a familiar male voice asked her. The female celebrity opened her eyes and looked at the concerned face of Lee Min Ho. “I saw you walking and you looked quite distressed. Is everything okay?” the famous actor asked Hayan while she looked around. There was no sign of the red-haired man. No footprints, no objects that possibly belonged to the man, just nothing. It seemed like what just occurred never happened. “Yeah, I am fine,” Hayan told to Minho and gave him a reassuring smile. Lee Min Ho’s presence made Hayan feel safe again. If the red-haired man decided to show up again, at least now she does not have to face him alone. “Did you spot a reporter?” Minho asked while he looked around, trying to find something or someone what might have caused Hayan to feel anxious. But alas, there were no signs of disturbances.

When Minho offered Hayan to walk her to her apartment, she gladly accepted the kind offer. The two superstars walked next to each other while talking about their latest projects. Once the two former co-stars stood in front of Hayan’s apartment, they wished each other goodnight before parting ways. Hayan’s worries and nervousness melted away when she closed her door behind her. She felt save in her golden cage.

The ticking sound on a keyboard was the only sound that could be heard in the dimly lit room. The source of the light came from a small green desk lamp that was placed on a wooden table.

A middle-aged woman stared intently at the laptop screen. Suddenly she stopped typing and looked up. “Come in,” the woman said and watched how the brown door got pushed open. Her son entered the room.

“Good day, son. What can I do for you?“ the middle-aged woman asked while she looked at her teenage child. “Mother can you do something for me?“ her son asked when he sat on a chair in front of her.

“What is it, dear?“ the woman asked curiously. The young boy grabbed a picture and placed it on the wooden table. It was a picture of a familiar face. A face that the woman has seen multiple times on her television screen.

“Can you make sure she gets accepted?“

It has been now a week since the incident with the red-haired man. The past week, Hayan did not go back to the park. Which was something she was unhappy about, the park was something the actress loved about Jinju Haneul. It was a place where she always went to when she needed to escape her chaotic life or avoid her mother’s outbursts. But Hayan feared that she might encounter the mysterious man again. She could not stop wondering what would have happened if Minho had not been there. Would the stranger have asked her for an autograph and then left quietly? Or would the stranger have disregarded her boundaries and attacked her? There were so many things he could have done to her. The day after the incident, Hayan reported the event to the security team hoping they would quickly capture the intruder and bring back the peace. Unfortunately, it was not her first time being confronted by a confused stranger. The young actress has had her fair share of getting bothered by obsessed fans.

Hayan has been dealing with sasaengs ever since she had her first big break at the age of nine when she starred in a movie alongside with veteran actor Chun Ho-Jin. She still remembers the day when a confused woman showed up at her school and attempted to kidnap her, luckily her father was there to protect Hayan. The incident impacted the nine-year-old girl immensely. So much so that she had to go to a therapist to learn to cope with it. One of the worst incidents she experienced was when she was nineteen. A male fan gave her a plushie during a fan meeting. Initially, the gesture seemed so innocent. The plushie looked so cute that Hayan decided to keep it but the kind gesture was just a cover-up. At the end of the day, she discovered there was a camera inside the plushie. That experience made her sick to her stomach. Causing her to suffer from insomnia for almost two years.

A deep sigh escaped from Hayan’s lips as she folded a pink handwritten fan letter and put it back in its envelope. It was a quiet afternoon in Seoul. Hayan finished early today, which was something she was happy about. She had been on set since 5 am. With little sleep and barely any food in her system, she had to film scenes that were physically exhausting and intense due to all the running and fighting. Hayan put the pink envelope in a box and grabbed another fan letter she received today from her fans, who were waiting for her outside the movie set.

Gently she opened the envelope and pulled the letter out of it. The moment Hayan opened the letter, a metallic and slightly sweet smell entered her nose. When the letter was fully unfolded, a bunch of short black hairs fell out of the letter and landed on Hayan’s hands. A few hairs fell from her hands and landed on her pink silk Burberry dress. Surprised Hayan looked at it but quickly her stomach turned. The black things were pubic hair. Shocked the young actress grabbed a tissue and wiped the black pubic hair off her hands and dress. She felt so dirty knowing that someone else’s pubic hair touched her. Hayan looked at the letter.

Do not talk to Lee Minho, princess. You are mine!!

The words were written in red. Horrified the performer stared at the letter while she tried to remember if she had seen a red-haired man today. No matter how hard Hayan tried but she just simply could not recall a moment when she had encountered the mysterious man. The metallic smell interrupted Hayan’s train of thoughts. A wave of nausea hit her when she realized the letter was written in blood.

Hurriedly, Hayan threw the letter in the nearest trash bin. Without thinking too much, Hayan grabbed the remaining fan letters and threw them in the trash bin. Her skin was crawling while her stomach tried its best to keep her lunch inside.

“Hayan!”

A feminine voice echoed through her luxurious apartment. Hayan recognized the voice, it was her mother’s voice. Hayan took a few deep breaths in order to calm herself. The superstar looked at the trash bin. I will call the maid after this, she thought to herself while she stood up and made her way to her mother.

“Yes, mother?” Hayan asked when she stood in front of her mother. Without saying anything, Hayan’s mother grabbed the young actress by her arm and dragged her to the bathroom. “Take off your clothes!” the middle-aged woman commanded while pushing the superstar closer to the scale. “What?” Hayan asked confused while she tried to understand the situation. “Take it off!!” her mother yelled while looking angrily at her daughter. Afraid and confusticated, Hayan took off her clothes. When she stood naked in front of her mother, she felt uncomfortable. Shivers ran down her spine. Hayan was not sure whether it was because of the chilly bathroom or her mother’s coldness. “Stand on the scale,” Hayan’s mother ordered and watched how her twenty-eight-year-old daughter moved closer to the scale.

Hayan’s mother sighed disappointedly when she saw the number that was shown on the scale. The silence between mother and daughter was killing Hayan. Moments like this she wished there were a script so she could give the appropriate reactions to her mother. Suddenly Hayan’s left cheek started to burn while a handprint became visible on her cheek. Her mother hit her. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you to weight above that bloody number?!” the middle-aged woman yelled while she grabbed her daughter’s long black hair and roughly moved Hayan’s face to the scale’s direction, showing her the evidence of something her mother deemed as a sin.

“I am sorry,” Hayan said while tears started to escape from her eyes. After having seen her mother’s ugly side, Hayan was taught it was better to show no reaction. For her safety, it was better to endure her mother’s temper tantrums. But currently, Hayan could not help but let her emotions take over her. She had barely any chance to recover from that terrible fan letter. “Do you want to be seen as a whale?” Hayan’s mother questioned while tightening her grip. When Hayan did not respond, the middle-aged woman got furious. Aggressively, she dragged her daughter to the sink. “Spit the food out that you had earlier!” Hayan’s mother commanded. Hayan stood there while staring at the sink, not knowing how fulfill her mother’s wish. When Hayan’s mother lost her patience, she raised her hand and hit her daughter once again. “SPIT IT OUT NOW!” Hayan’s mother shouted while digging her long nails into Hayan’s skin causing it to bleed. Terrified Hayan attempted to force herself to puke but her body refused to cooperate. Suddenly her mind reminded her of the nasty letter she received a while ago. The blood and pubic hair flashed in front of her eyes while her nose was reminded of the nasty smell.

A satisfied smile appeared on the middle-aged woman while she watched her daughter vomit above the white marble sink. Shocked Hayan looked at the food in the sink while her brain tried to process everything that just had transpired. Gently Hayan’s mother cupped the young actress’ face and looked into Hayan’s red teary eyes. “You did well, darling,” she praised her daughter knowing that if her child continued this curse, she would be desired by the public again.

The silence was the only thing present in the house till a quiet moan disturbed the peace. A brown-haired man sat on a large chair as he stroked his hard length with his right hand. He closed his eyes and pictured the beautiful woman in front of him.

He gently pushed the woman on his bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her innocent face made him almost feel guilty for doing this to her but her curves and her hardened nipples, which were poking through her dress, made him want to sin. He wanted to ruin her innocence and stain her with his filth. Hastily he ripped the green silk dress off her body. Gently his hands traveled over her soft skin while he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. “Please” she whined in his ear. Making him hornier.

“Fuck…” the man moaned while he opened his eyes. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down his face. Eventually landing on his naked chest. His eyes landed on a photo frame, prompting him to move his hand faster while he tightened his grip. “Aw baby,” he cried out when he reached his climax. He quickly moved closer to the photo frame and shot thick ropes of cum. The cum decorated the photo frame.

The man leaned back on the chair while he took a few breaths to come back from his high. He lowered his eyes and licked his lips while he stared at the picture of Kan Hayan, which was now covered in his cum.

“I love you,”

“Here we are,” Min Yoongi said when he parked the black van in the parking lot. Slowly he turned around and looked at Hayan. The superstar took off her AirPods and looked at her manager. The young actress’ eyes were red, it looked as if she had cried. “Are you all right?” Yoongi asked while looking concerned at Hayan. Lately, she has not been herself. Usually, Hayan would always have dinner with her co-stars to celebrate a successful shooting day but recently she turned down every invitation and went straight to home after she was done filming her parts. “Are you still upset about what happened at the park?” Manager Min questioned as he moved his hand to his bag and grabbed a small bottle. “Yeah, the security said they haven’t found him yet,” Hayan said softly. “That probably means that the guy gave up and found a new hobby. Here this will make the red lines in your eyes disappear,” Yoongi told to the young actress while he handed her the small bottle. The dark-haired man got out of the car to grab some stuff from the trunk. Hayan put a few drops of the solution in her eyes and blinked a few times while her stomach begged her to eat something.

After politely greeting everyone on the set, the superstar made her way to her dressing room to memorize her lines. She was seated on a comfortable chair. A cup of green tea was placed on the table next to her while her makeup artist, Remi, grabbed a bottle of foundation. “Why is your skin so swollen lately?” Remi asked while she looked at Hayan’s puffy cheeks. “Did the agency change your diet?” Remi asked while she squirted some foundation on the back of her hand before grabbing a foundation brush. “Yeah, can you be quiet for now? I am trying to memorize my lines,” Hayan said without looking at Remi. The way how Hayan spoke it was clear that she was annoyed. Hayan did not want to be reminded of her wrongdoings. “All right,” Remi said while she gently applied the foundation on her face.

The entire day, Hayan was on set. Today she had to film so many scenes with her co-star, Kim Seokjin. The two got along well. He was kind and cracked a few dad jokes to make Hayan feel comfortable before they had to shoot their steamy make-out scenes. Hayan and Seokjin are familiar with each other. Before getting cast for this movie, the two good-looking stars were the face of a skincare brand and last June they were on the cover of Vogue Korea. Due to their frequent collaborations, the public was convinced that the two stars were romantically involved with each other, despite both of their agencies had denied the rumor.

Currently, it was almost 11 pm and all cast members were preparing to shoot the final scene for the day. Kan Hayan was resting in her dressing room. She was enjoying the quietness until it got interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” Hayan said while she opened her eyes and watched her manager enter the room. “Hey, Jisoo wants to talk to you,” Yoongi said while he tried to hide his nervousness. “Kim Jisoo?” Hayan asked while raising her eyebrow. Yoongi nodded and left the room before Hayan could ask any more questions. Hayan did not understand why her other co-star wanted to talk to her. Ever since a reporter wrote an absurd article about Hayan and the nation’s favorite contemporary dancer, Park Jimin, there has been some tension between two movie stars. Hayan had multiple times explained to Jisoo why she was at Jimin’s house and that there was no romance between the two despite all the speculations. Maybe Jisoo had finally realized that her rudeness towards Hayan was unjustified and now she wants to apologize for it.

While walking to Jisoo’s dressing room, Hayan had a strange feeling. Her senses told her to turn around and go back but for some reason. Gently Hayan knocked on the door when she stood in front of Jisoo’s dressing room. “Enter,” Jisoo said from the other side of the door. When Hayan entered the dressing room, she got greeted by Jisoo and another woman. It took a moment before it dawned on Hayan who the other person was, it was Jisoo’s younger sister Jennie. Kim Jennie was a famous rapper and singer Korea, she was loved for her beauty and often praised for her singing and rapping skills. Hayan did not understand why Jisoo’s younger sister was present on the set. Suddenly Jisoo stood up from the bright pink couch and walked towards Hayan. “Have fun, Jen,” Jisoo said while she bumped her shoulder against Hayan’s. With a smirk on her face, the pretty actress left her dressing room. Hayan turned back to Jennie and watched how she stood up from the couch. She did not like the atmosphere in the room, it felt hostile and unsafe. Hayan wanted to turn around and leave the room.

“I heard you were spending time with Jimin,” Jennie said while she looked at Hayan. “Uhm I am sorry but what is going on?” Hayan asked while watching how Jennie came closer to her. “You don’t get it, sweetie? It’s because you’re just too dumb.” Jennie responded. Hayan was caught off guard with Jennie’s unkind remark. Before Hayan had the chance to respond, Jennie grabbed Hayan’s shirt and pulled her closer. “You think you are so precious, don’t you?” the rapper said while she watched how the actress looked shocked at her. “I need to g-” Hayan did not get the chance to finish her sentence, a painful slap landed on Hayan’s cheek. “You are always going from one man to the other. Don’t you think that your reckless behavior is hurting some people?” Jennie questioned. Tears streamed over Hayan’s cheeks as she tried to come up with a plan to escape.

With a smirk on her face, Jennie watched in silence how the talented actress seemed so small and weak. On screens, she portrayed herself as a tough woman but Hayan had a hard time defending herself. Suddenly the silence between the two celebrities got interrupted by the director yelling everyone to come on the set so they can shoot the final scene. Hayan looked at Jennie and started to wonder if this was the right moment to scream for help. “See you later, sister” Jennie suddenly said while she grabbed her black leather jacket and left the distraught actress behind. Not wanting to upset the director, Hayan quickly got up and wiped her tears away. With trembling legs, she made her way to the set.

“All right let’s quickly do the water scene…Action!” the movie director said as he sat back behind a screen and watched how the actors portrayed their characters. When it was time for Hayan’s character to make an appearance, the distressed actress remained in her position. Countless questions and thoughts floated through her brain while her stomach desperately looked for food in her system to keep her going. Suddenly a warm landed on Hayan’s shoulder. A scream escaped from her lips while her heart was racing. “Are you all right?” Jisoo asked while a devilish smile appeared on her angelic face.

Suddenly all the noises slowly got muted while the bright studio lamps became blinding. Hayan felt her body becoming weaker. Her heartbeat became irregular while her body tried to keep itself warm. Her brain was sending so many signals but none of them got received. Jisoo stood there and watched how her co-star fell on the ground while trying to stay conscious. Jisoo sat next to her and wiped her tears away.

“Don’t worry Hayan, he will take good care of you,”

The smell of carbolic acid and flowers made their way into Hayan’s nose when she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. The brightness in the room almost made the young actress believe she was in heaven but those thoughts quickly came to an end when she realized she was in a hospital room. She looked around the room and noticed a bunch of flowers, stuffed toys and baskets filled with food were placed on a table close to her bed. The quietness in the room got interrupted when a deep groan echoed through the room. Hayan startled when the sound entered her ears. Suddenly she realized one of her hands was warmer than the other one, she looked down and saw a large hand holding her right hand. She traced her eyes from the hand to a wrist afterwards following to an arm and eventually landing on the face of a man.

Who is this? Hayan asked herself while she stared at the sleeping man. He had thick dark eyebrows. His eyes were closed but they were big. His eyelashes were long, thick, and curled. His nose was slightly larger while his lips were pink with a layer of lip balm. His hair was dark blond and slicked back. His outfit looked quite formal. A white blouse hugged his body while a green gilet added some color. The green-tie matched his gilet. The guy was breathtakingly handsome.

Hayan stared at him. There was something familiar about him.

Suddenly the silence in the room got interrupted by the sound of a door getting pushed open. Hayan quickly pulled her hand out of the tight grip, causing the unknown man to groan and open his eyes. “You’re finally awake,” the charming man said while he smiled. His voice was a lot deeper than Hayan expected to be. The way he spoke it was similar to Yoongi’s. He was, just like Yoongi, from the south. His smile was unique, it did not have the sideways half-moon shape like everyone else. His smile resembled a square. The unknown man trapped Hayan’s hand in his large hand while looking at her with his dark piercing eyes. Hayan tried to look away but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not look away.

“Good morning Ms. Kan,” a feminine voice interrupted the somewhat staring contest between the two adults. Hayan wanted to pull her hand out of the grip once again but this time the man tightened his grip, making it impossible for her to escape his grasp. “I am doctor Yang. I hope you had a good sleep,” Dr. Yang said while she stepped closer to her. “Wha- what happened?” Hayan asked with confusion written all over her face. “You fainted on the set” the handsome mysterious man informed the young actress. “Who are you?” Hayan asked while roughly pulling her hand out his grip. Even though her hand was pressed against her chest, she could still feel his warmth on her hand.

“How impolite of me. I am Kim Taehyung, your new manager,” the dark-blond-haired man said while bowing to her. “New ma- Where’s Yoongi?” Hayan asked while looking around the room, hoping to see something that proved that Yoongi had been in the room. “He is fired,” Taehyung revealed to Hayan. “Why?” Hayan asked while looking disbelieved at Taehyung. “Because he failed to take care of you,” Hayan’s new manager said to her. “What do you mean? He took good care of me,” the young actress defended her former manager. “He failed to recognize you were suffering from an eating disorder,” Dr. Yang weighed in.

Hearing those words coming from a professional silenced the actress. It was something she was fully aware of yet she refused to admit it. “Aside from that you were also overworked and exhausted,” Dr. Yang added while Hayan was hesitating whether she should accept the revelation or not. “I know this is quite the shock but see it as a wake-up call. Being underweight will have serious repercussions on your health,” the doctor told to the actress. Hayan slowly nodded and looked at the doctor. “I will send the results along with the right recovery plan to Mr. Jung so that you can convalesce,” he said and gave the performer a hopeful smile.

“Hayan wake up,” a baritone voiced as whispered into Hayan’s ear as a warm hand gently landed on her hand. The black-haired actress opened her eyes and looked at her new manager who smiled at her with his famous boxy smile. “The plane has landed,” Taehyung informed her while he unbuckled his belt. Hayan copied his action and grabbed her red Burberry bag. Like a shadow the performer followed her manager and exited the plane. Hayan’s body was wide awake while her mind was still at sleep. Prior getting get stuck in a plane with her manager, she was on set for ten hours straight. Just as usually she gave it her all knowing that she will be able to catch up on sleep the coming two weeks.

While Taehyung was busy texting with Kim Namjoon, the CEO of RM Entertainment. The dark-blond-haired man informed his boss about their safe arrival in Toronto and the current wellbeing of Hayan. The actress’ head rested against the car window while she looked out of the window. The streets of Toronto look much more peaceful, Hayan thought to herself as watched how people walked through the streets. After a peaceful thirty-minute car ride, the two adults arrived safely at Shangri-La Hotel.

“So what do think?” Taehyung asked as he put the suitcases in a corner and looked at Hayan, who was standing in front a large window. “The suite is marvelous,” the actress said while enjoying the beautiful city view. “That’s great to hear,” her new manager said when he stood next to her. “Why don’t you take a shower while I order some food,” Taehyung suggested as he secretly admired the performer’s beauty. Even with dark circles under her eyes and chapped lips, she still looked breathtakingly beautiful. Hayan nodded and made her way to the bathroom.

The white marble bathroom reminded her a lot of her home back in Seoul. Hayan filled the bathtub with warm water and add a few drops of lavender as she undressed herself. Without wasting too much time, she stepped into the bathtub and unwind when the lavender scent entered her nose. Being in a foreign country without any work commitments felt weird to the young actress. Knowing that her schedule for the coming two weeks will be empty, made her feel weird. Hayan has been working as an actress as long as she can remember. When was even the last time she properly relaxed? While the warm water relaxed her sore muscles, Hayan looked out of the window and enjoyed the city view. Once the water had turned cold, Hayan got up and dried her wet body with a soft towel.

When the actress entered the bedroom, she quickly put a white blouse that provided gave her enough comfort to move around easily while a tight blue pair of jeans hugged her legs snugly. Just when Hayan wanted to blow dry her long black hair, something caught her attention. An orange velvet blanket was placed on her bed. Without any explanations or much thought, anger and disgust took over her body. “Taehyung!” Hayan called as she stared at the velvet blanket. “Yes?” Taehyung asked when he entered the bedroom and looked at the actress. “Get that hideous thing out of this room,” Hayan said as she pointed at the velvet blanket. “Uhm alright…?” Taehyung said and he walked to the bed. “Do you want me to get a new velvet blanket?” manager Kim asked as he grabbed the orange velvet blanket. “I hate velvet, you can use it but keep that thing away from me,” Hayan said angrily. She did not understand why the woven tufted fabric always made her feel disgusted but it for some reason. Every time Hayan saw something that was made from velvet, it did not only make her feel sick on the inside but it also made her skin crawl.

The first three days in Toronto was peaceful. Hayan was the entire time in the luxurious bedroom and spending her time reading the books she always wanted to read or sleeping. On the fourth day was about the end the same way as it did the previous three nights till a sudden knock on the door broke the silence in Hayan’s bedroom. “Come in,” the actress said as she looked up and saw her new manager enter the room. “Hey, are you hungry?” Taehyung asked when he sat on the bed. Hayan shook her head and looked back at her book. For a moment there was an awkward silent between the two adults. Even though they have known each other for a month now, but there is was always a strange feeling Hayan felt when she was around her new manager. “You know, food is not your enemy,” Taehyung said to Hayan. Surprised she looked up at Taehyung. “I know you are feeling a lot pressure from the company and the public to look psychically appealing but does not mean you should sacrifice your health,” the dark-blond-haired man said as he looked at Hayan’s collarbones. “I am fi-,” Hayan did not get the chance to finish her sentence because Taehyung quickly interrupted her by saying: “Hayan, please take a proper care of yourself. Look what your refusal of eating food did to you,” It were words the actress did not wanted to hear. She did not want to be reminded with the fact that something was wrong with her. “Don’t let your mother take control of what’s yours,” Taehyung as he carefully put his hand hers. Confused the young performer looked at her manager. How did he know something she had never mentioned?

Before Hayan could let Taehyung’s word sink in, she found herself sitting in the living room with her manager. Various types Chinese food was placed in front of her. The food smelled so delicious while everything looked so delectable. “Here try this,” Taehyung as he picked up four-leafed shaped wrapper with his wooden chopsticks. “What is it?” she asked while the smell entered her nose. “It’s called Cream Cheese Rangoon,” the dark-blond-haired man said and held it close to Hayan’s lips. “I am not hungry,” the twenty-eight-year-old woman said as she moved back to create more distance between herself and the delicious smelling food. Just at that moment Hayan’s stomach cried out for food. Taehyung chuckled. “I think your stomach thinks otherwise,” the twenty-nine-year-old said as he moved closer to her. “Please just one bite, if you don’t like it then you can go back to the bedroom and I will leave you alone,” Taehyung pleaded as he looked at her with puppy eyes. Hayan looked into his dark eyes. They were beautiful yet mysterious. His eyes shape, his eyebrows, the tiny mole on his lower eyelid. It all seems to familiar. Why does it feel like Hayan had experienced this before?

“Have we met each other before?” Hayan asked while her brain dug deep to find a memory. The question caught Taehyung off as he moved back and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “That’s very unlikely, Ms. Kan,” The man said as he looked away. The actress shook her head, she must have mistaken this moment with a scene she had played in a movie or drama. “Can I try some of the chicken?” Hayan asked. “Yeah sure, please dig in,” Taehyung said while he brough the plate of chicken closer to the female performer. When the honey sesame chicken touched Hayan’s taste buds, she felt overjoyed. The piece of chicken luscious. “Not bad,” Hayan said and looked at her manager. “Not bad? The chicken is succulent and well-seasoned,” Taehyung spoke with his mouth full of food. The actress could not help but to chuckle.

As the two adults ate while watching a Canadian tv-show. From the corner of her eye, Hayan kept an eye on her manager. Suddenly a tune echoed caught Taehyung’s attention. “An email from Namjoon?” Hayan asked as she picked up some noodles with her chopsticks and ate it. “No, a notification from my game,” Taehyung said while he put down his chopsticks and started to play a game. “Game? What kind of game?” the black-haired woman asked as she moved closer to him to get a glimpse of the game. Taehyung chuckled. Her curious face is so cute, he thought to himself as he pushes his laptop closer to her. “It’s a first-person shooting game,” he explained as he showed her how he shot someone in the game. “Do you want to try?” Taehyung asked out of the blue. “I have never played games like this before,” Hayan said as a hint of pink shade appeared on her cheeks. Oh, Hayan your cuteness is killing me, Taehyung thought to himself as he stared at her. “Well there’s a first for everything,” the tall man said and put his laptop on the actress’ lap. He quickly explained which buttons needed to be pressed. Once he was done, he grabbed his plate and continued to eat while he watched Hayan play the game.

After losing for the fifth time, Hayan pushed the laptop away. “You play,” she said as her lips formed a pout. Please Hayan do not do that, it reminds me of when… his thoughts got interrupted when Hayan poked his cheek. “Hey, pay attention, you almost got shot,” Hayan said. Her brief yet gentle touch gave him goosebumps.

While Taehyung was playing the game, the actress sat next to him and watched him play. Hayan looked at Taehyung and studied his features. From his eye-catching facial characteristics to the texture of his skin.

Why does he look so familiar?

Rays of sun found pierced though the small opening between the white curtains and illuminated the luxurious hotel bedroom. Hayan was sleeping peacefully. Her head rested on a red satin pillow while a thick blanket kept her body warm. Suddenly the tranquility came to an end when a warm hand gently caressed her cheek.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” a deep voice whispered. Hayan was too deep in her sleep to give a response. Taehyung chuckled and laid next to her on the bed. Adoringly he watched her sleep. In his eyes she looked like an angel. If he could, he would watch her sleep all day long. The dark-blond-haired man moved closer to the actress and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. The kiss was too light and gentle to be noticed. “I've missed you since you left me …Are you still mad at me?” Taehyung talked into her small ear. A smile appeared on the man’s face when the woman groaned when a sunbeam found its way to land on the actress’ face. She rubbed her eyes while moving her away to avoid the sun ray. Taehyung quickly got off the bed when Hayan opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Good morning,” she said with her morning voice. It sounded like music in his ears. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” he asked as he walked to the window and opened the curtains. “Yeah,” Hayan said as she kicked her blankets away. While Taehyung was ordering breakfast by calling the room service, Hayan took a quick shower. Once dry, the actress grabbed a green satin dress with a floral print. To complete her outfit, she put pink diamond earrings in her ear. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, the actress made her way to the living room.

“You kept those earrings from high school? How sweet,” Taehyung asked as a grin appeared on his face. “High school? How do you know that?” Hayan asked while she tried to remember when she ever told him about the earrings. “Yeah, don’t you remember? You told me about them when we were in the car on our way for your Harper's Bazaar shoot,” Taehyung told as he walked to her and stood in front of her. The actress raised her eyebrow. “I did?” Hayan asked while her mind replayed the memory of that day in her head. The only thing she can remember from that car ride was that it was quiet and awkward. “Yeah,” Taehyung as he chuckled. “You must have forgotten about it since you were so tired that day,” the dark-blond-haired man said as he gently wrapped a loose strand of black hair around his finger. Confusion was written all over Hayan’s face. She can clearly remember that day but she cannot recall the moment she mentioned the earring let alone talked about her high school days. “Don’t worry too much about it, the memory will come back again at some point,” Taehyung said while he carefully put the strand of hair behind her ear and looked at the pink diamond earring.

After having eaten breakfast, the two adults agreed to go to Art Gallery of Ontario. They walked next to each other while looking at the beautiful paintings. “Hayan look,” Taehyung called the actress as he stood next to a painting and imitated to comical facial expression of the woman on the painting. Hayan looked at him and laughed.

“Tell me something about this one,” Hayan asked when the man and woman stood in front of a painting of a woman. “This is called Portrait of a Lady with a Lap Dog and it is painted by the famous Dutch painter, Rembrandt van Rijn. Many people speculate that the woman in the painting is his daughter-in-law,” Taehyung lectured the actress about the painting. The way how the tall spoke about the painting felt like déjà vu to her. “You told me this before,” Hayan suddenly said as she tried to remember when Taehyung had ever told her about the painting. “Oh? When?” Taehyung asked as he looked confused at her. “A long time ago,” she said when she looked at him. Was the meeting in the hospital really our first encounterment? Hayan asked herself. “Silly how can I have told this long time ago when we have only known each other for a month?” Taehyung asked while he moved closer to her. “You are right. Sorry,” Hayan said as she shook her head. “Are you sure you had a good sleep?” the charming man asked while looking concerned at the actress.

“Yeah I did. I am sorry, I am not used to not working for this long,” the female performer expressed. That must be why I am having those weird thoughts, she told herself. “Hey, try to relax a bit,” Taehyung said as he put his large on her shoulder.

On the evening before their departure, the adults were in the living room. Keeping each other entertained with strong liquor and jazz music. The living room had an aura of serenity.

“You’re lying,” Hayan said as she grabbed her glass of strong liquor and took a sip. The strong drink burned her throat. Drinking was something she rarely did but being in the present of Taehyung she felt safe. “Aw that’s sad, you deserve better,” the actress told to the dark-blond-haired man, who just told a sad story about his high school crush who rejected him. “What about you? Have you ever had a crush on someone in high school?” Taehyung while he moved closer to the coffee table and refilled his glass. “Uhm this might sound stupid but I can’t barely remember anything from high school. During my teenage years, I was so busy with acting. I had hardly any time to make friends and live like a normal teenager,” Hayan told her as she tried to dig up some memories from her high school days but everything was just one vague time for her. “Do you regret it? You know having to miss out on the chance to live like a normal teen?” Taehyung asked with full interest. “I am not sure if regret is the correct term to describe it…I guess we all have to sacrifice something for happiness,” Hayan said and took another sip of her drink. “Wise words for a cute girl,” Taehyung said. The two adults looked at each other and laughed.

While the alcohol slowly started to take over her mind, Hayan started to feel tired. Her vision became blurry while her head began to spin. The actress watched how Taehyung’s lips moved but none of his words entered her ears. Suddenly she felt a warm hand massaging her shoulder. “Are you alright?” the deep-voiced man asked as he moved closer to her and his hands roamed over her body. His touch felt safe and gentle. A soft moan escapes from her lips when she felt the thin strap of her top slide off her shoulder. Before Hayan could comprehend what was going on, she found herself straddled on Taehyung’s lap.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man asked as he grabbed the hem of her top and slowly lifted it up. “Mmm?” was the only response Hayan could give. “You have always been my favorite actress. You are more beautiful than Shin Hye or Hyun Joo and definitely far more talented than Ji Eun or Tae Hee,” Taehyung told her as he threw her top somewhere in the room. His jaw dropped when he looked at her topless body. He wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed kisses on her collar bones and in her neck. Mindlessly Hayan combed her finger through his thick hair. When Taehyung found her sensitive spot in her neck, she grabbed a handful of hair.

A moan escaped from her lips when Taehyung gently bit her sensitive spot. “I knew I had to have you when you played in Little Soah,” the dark-blond-haired said while he placed his hands under her thighs and stood up from the couch with the actress in his arms. Without thinking clearly, Hayan pulled him closer towards her and kissed him deeply.

Once the two adults were in Hayan’s bedroom, Taehyung gently put her on the bed and hastily he took off his clothes. While Hayan was in and out of consciousness, Taehyung crawled towards her and kissed her again.

High-pitched moans and deep grunts filled the luxurious hotel room while the moon shone its rays of light into the room when a soft breeze gently pushed the white curtains to the side.

With eyes filled with lust, the twenty-nine-year-old man watched how Hayan bit her lip when Taehyung slowly pushed his long fingers deep into her pussy. The way how her walls stretched around his fingers gave him goosebumps. Her warmth and wetness were enough to make him cum right then and there, but he pushed his urges to the side and focused on the naked actress underneath him.

As a teenager, Taehyung used to fantasize about how it would feel to be inside his favourite actress. So many nights he spent wondering about what she would taste like. Every time Taehyung watched porn, all he could think about was what it would feel like to try out those positions with her. Would she enjoy riding him or did she prefer to get it from behind? But now that he finally has her in his hands, Taehyung was looking forward to turning his fantasies into reality.

Hayan let out a scream when she felt something wet touching her clit. She raised her head and looked down to see what caused her to feel this sudden tingling between her legs. Her cheeks reddened when she was met with the sight of Taehyung’s face between her legs. Just when Hayan parted her red lips to say something, Taehyung trapped her clit between his lips and started sucking. The moans that came from her lips sounded like music in Taehyung’s ears.

The young actress bit her lower lip while she tried to hold in her moan but failed to do so. A whiny moan echoed in the room while Taehyung curled his fingers. The way how Hayan frowned gave away that she was so close to climaxing. Taehyung smirked and decided to give her an extra push to reach her climax. While his long fingers went deeper in her, his tongue flicked her clit. His tongue movements were fast and hard while his fingers quickened its pace.

Hayan curled her toes and let out another high-pitched moan when she hit her climax. Amused and prideful, Taehyung watched how Hayan drowned in pleasure. She looked so beautiful when she came. Taehyung slowed down his pace and helped Hayan ride out her climax.

Hayan closed her eyes while she slowly came back from her high. Taehyung licked his fingers, she tasted so sweet. His fantasies are nothing compared to reality. Once his fingers were clean he moved closer to her and pressed gentle kisses on her cheek while his arm snaked around her waist and held her tightly. Being skin-to-skin was enough for him to become horny again. He wanted his dick in her mouth. He wanted to decorate her walls with his cum. But seeing how his favourite actress was slowly drifting into sleep, he suppressed his desires.

Now that we are finally together, we have all the time in world to get to know each other better, Taehyung thought to himself while he gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger. Slowly he turned her head towards him. Their faces were close to each other that their noses were touching. Tenderly Taehyung pressed his lips against hers.

“Don’t worry Hayanie, manager Kim will take care of you.”

The tantalizing aroma of cooking onions and garlic in a pan wafted in Taehyung’s kitchen while he carefully moved the two ingredients around in the pan.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” a gentle voiced asked him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his favorite actress standing in his kitchen. “I am very sure. Don’t worry about it,” Taehyung said as he brought his attention back to the pan and added the cut vegetables into the hot pan. “Alright, if you need anything then let me know,” Hayan said as she walked back to the living room.

When she sat on the couch, the actress looked around. The living room had a cozy vibe. The colors warm toned made her feel comfortable while a few expensive looking paintings caught her attention. Even though it was her first time being at Taehyung’s place, somewhat the place felt familiar to her. As if she had been here before. She was not sure why she had that feeling. Maybe it was because the living room was organized like the typical rich people way.

“Dinner is ready,” Taehyung said from the kitchen. Hayan put a book down and stood up from the couch. “It smells amazing,” the actress said when she sat at the dining table and looked at the food on her plate. “Thanks, hopefully it tastes as good as it smells,” the tall man said as he sat next to her. “Is life fun when you are twenty-nine-year-old?” Hayan asked when she picked some noodles with her chopsticks. “It’s so fun, you will have the best time of your life,” Taehyung said sarcastically. The man’s response made the actress laugh. “29 really sounds old,” the female performer teased while she looked at the dark-blond-haired man. “At least you won’t be turning thirty later in the year,” Taehyung said and looked at Hayan. The woman laughed: “Well in that case, I will make sure 29 will be my best year,”.

When the two adults finished their meals, they decided to do the dishes together. “I cannot wait to see your reaction when you get your birthday gift,” Taehyung said teasingly. All day long, the man had been reminding the actress that he had a special gift for her without dropping any hints. Hayan sighed annoyed. “If you are not going to say what it is, then don’t mention it,” she said while she dried the wet plate with a kitchen towel. “Why? Is someone getting excited about it?” Taehyung asked as he splashed some of the water to her. “Hey!” Hayan giggled and threw the wet kitchen towel to the tall man. “I am done doing the dishes,” she said while stepping away from him. The man chuckled at her cute action. After all these you are still the same cute girl, he thought to himself.

“Alright close your eyes,” Taehyung said as he held a box behind him. Hayan gave him a suspicious look but still followed his instruction. Carefully Taehyung put the box in front of the actress and carefully took out the creature. “Open your eyes,” the deep-voiced man said as he held the creature in front of her. When Hayan opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a tiny Pomeranian. Her big eyes got bigger as she stared surprised at the tiny dog. “Happy birthday Hayan,” Taehyung said as he carefully placed the puppy on her lap. Attentively Hayan lifted the little black fluffy dog and look at it. “It’s a boy,” Taehyung informed the actress as he watched her observe the puppy.

“Taehyung, I am speechless. I don’t know what to say,” the actress confessed while she put the puppy in her arms and hugged it. “Luckily, you told me that you liked Pomeranians otherwise I had no idea which breed I had to choose,” Taehyung told her. “Have we ever talked about dogs?” Hayan asked confused as she put the puppy down, giving it some space to walk around. “Yeah,” was Taehyung response. You told it to me a while ago, he thought to himself as he watched her play with the dog. “Do you have a name for him?” Hayan’s manager asked when the black puppy ran towards to the man and jumped on his lap. “Maybe Yeontan?” Hayan said while looking at the dog. “What a cute name,” Taehyung said.

The adults played with Yeontan while they talked about random topics. Hayan did not know how to express her happiness. She looked Taehyung, who was playing with Yeontan, and felt a strange feeling in her stomach. Hayan had no idea who to describe the feeling but it felt pleasant. Is this what they mean with butterflies in your stomach? The actress questioned herself. Whatever you called this feeling, Hayan would not mind feeling that sensation in her stomach again.

“Oh no,” Hayan said as she watched Yeontan pee on the ground. “Tannie,” Taehyung sighed while walking towards the tiny dog. Yeontan knew he was in trouble so began to tremble, wondering what his owner would do. “It alright, puppies do that all the time,” Hayan said while she carefully picked up the dog and planted a few kisses on his head. “Here, hold him while I go grab a cloth,” the actress said while she gently pushes Yeontan in Taehyung’s arms. Before Taehyung could respond, Hayan had already turned around and left the room.

The black-haired woman walked through the halls of Taehyung’s mansion, trying to find the nearest bathroom. The young performer halted her tracks when a bright blue door caught her attention. That must be the bathroom, Hayan thought to herself. Carefully she pressed down the door handle and pushed the door open. When the actress was inside the room, she started to get shivers. It was not a bathroom but a bedroom. The room was big but neat. The walls were burgundy while the furniture was dark brown. The golden decorations made the room look expensive. There was a strange vibe in the room. Goose bump appeared on her arms as she slowly walked further into the room. The room felt familiar to her, she swore that she had been here before. While the twenty-nine-year-old woman walked closer to the bed, her mind dug deeper into her brain. When Hayan stood in front of the bed, she looked at the red velvet blanket. With trembling fingers, she reached out for the blanket. When her cold fingers touched the soft fabric, her mind unlocked a memory.

“I remember,” Hayan whispered to herself.

“Let’s talk here,” a nineteen-year-old boy said as he pushed the blue door open and looked at the eighteen-year-old girl. The way how she fiddled the hem of her skirt with her thin fingers it was clear that she was nervous. “Taehyung I already said what I had to say at school,” Hayan said as she looked into the big eyes of the boy. “It won’t take too long. Please listen to what I have to say,” Taehyung pleaded while he pouted like a puppy. Her mind told her to reject his invitation and to return to Jisoo but her heart convinced her to give Taehyung a chance. So she nodded and entered the spare bedroom.

When Taehyung closed to bedroom door behind him, he took off his blazer and moved closer to the girl. “I want to apologize for my rude remarks,” the boy said as he ran his long fingers through his thick long hair. Hayan did not like the atmosphere in the room, it felt unsafe. “Apology accepted. I also want to apologize for hurting you by rejecting your confession but I really cannot accept it,” the young starlet said without realizing that her words triggered the boy’s anger. Taehyung’s hands turned into a fist while his mind reminded him of the humiliating event that happened a few days ago. “It’s alright, but can I ask you something?” Taehyung asked as he swallowed his anger away. Hayan nodded as Taehyung reminded himself to calm down. “Would you want to give it a try after you are done shooting the drama?” the long black-haired boy asked. There was a silence between the adolescents.

Kan Hayan loved Kim Taehyung. There was no denying in that. He caught her attention the moment she entered the classroom for the first time three years ago. It was not a surprise why all the girls in school had a crush on him. He was an Adonis. She could stare at him for hours doing nothing and still she would feel fulfilled. She liked his personality. Unlike other rich teenagers, he was kind and well-mannered. A real gentleman stuck in a teenager’s body. When the rumor of Taehyung having a crush on Hayan made its way around school and eventually reached the actress, she did not believe it. How could to the eldest son of the Kim family fall for a young girl who aspired to be an actress?

Hayan’s heart told her to accept his confession but her brain quickly interfered and reminded the young starlet that she cannot be in a relationship. She needed to focus on her acting career. “I am sorry Taehyung but currently I want to focus on my acting career,” Hayan told the tall boy. His long black hair covered his eyes. The girl was not able to see the anger and disappointment in the boy’s eyes. “You like Hoseok, don’t you?” Taehyung asked angrily while the memory of Hayan and Hoseok in the park flashed in front of him. “No, there’s nothing between us,” Hayan explained. The anger in black-haired boy’s voice scared the eighteen-year-old girl.

Suddenly Taehyung grabbed Hayan by her arms and pushed her on the bed. Roughly she landed on the red velvet blanket. The tall boy jumped on her and grabbed her wrists. “Taehyung!” Hayan shouted as he pinned her wrists above her head. The black-haired boy held her down with one hand while his other hand aggressively ripped her shirt open. The view of her bra made his mouth water. He waited for so long to have her underneath him. A scream escaped from the girl’s mouth while she tried to break free from his tight grip. Growing tired of her struggle, Taehyung untied his Gucci scarf and tied her wrists to the bed.

Just when Hayan opened her mouth to scream for help, Taehyung bend down and placed his lips on hers. Her lips were soft, just like how he imagined. Hayan immediately closed her lips, refusing to let Taehyung enter her mouth. Like python, Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around her neck and slowly his grip got tighter. His lips moved from her lips to her ear. “Did you really think I would not notice how you giggled at Hoseok’s jokes?” Taehyung’s hot air caressed Hayan’s ear while she tried to kick him off her. “Taehyung please stop,” Hayan sobbed as tears escaped from her eyes. Aggressively Taehyung placed his lips on hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. He moaned in her when his tongue meets hers. The way how Hayan’s tongue tried to push Taehyung’s tongue out of her mouth, turned Taehyung on. He tightened his grip around her neck as he kissed her deeper. Hayan attempted to kick him as she tried to catch her breath.

By the time Taehyung was done kissing her, Hayan had become tired from all the struggling and lack of oxygen. With a smirk on his face, Taehyung tore her bra. “Baby,” he groaned as he looked at her breasts. They were perfect. They were perfectly round and perky. Taehyung could not wait anymore, he let go of her neck and grabbed her breasts. They fitted perfectly in his hands. He roughly fondled it while he trapped a pink nipple from the other breast in his mouth. He sucked it, licked it, bit it. When he was done with it, he moved back and smiled proudly how the once pink nipple is red now.

“HELP!” Hayan screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that someone would hear it. “Baby I need you to be quiet,” Taehyung said as he sat on her hips. “I beg you, please stop. If you let me go, I will stay away from you. I promise I will never tell this to anyone,” Hayan sobbed as tears ran down her cheeks. Her body started to tremble out of fear. The idea of what Taehyung wanted to do to her scared her. “I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine, Hayanie,” Taehyung said as he hands traveled down her body and stopped when his long fingers came in contact with her skirt. The way how her nickname rolled off his tongue made her nauseous. Another scream came out of her mouth when the black-haired boy pulled her skirt down. “Shut up!” Taehyung said as he looked at her and spat at her. The spit landed on her cheek. The idea of how her tear got mixed with his spit, made Taehyung hard. Without wasting too much time, the tall boy grabbed a pillow and placed it on the starlet’s face.

Taehyung licked his lips as he pulled down her underwear. The view of her pussy made him salivate. He planted gentle kisses on her stomach as he roughly pushed her legs apart. Taehyung collected some spit and spat it on her clit. Gently he rubbed it as he watched how his spit dripped down from her clit. He licked her clit. Suck it. Bit it. Slapped it. Pinched it. While Taehyung was playing with her clit, Hayan was trying her best to fill her lungs with air. When the eighteen-year-old heard Taehyung unzipping his pants, she started to panic.

Taehyung positioned himself between her legs. “I love you so much,” Taehyung said as he pushed himself into her cunt. The pain halted Hayan’s struggle. It felt like the world had stopped turning and everything became muted. The black-haired boy pulled himself back just to slam back inside the scared girl. While the sound of smacking of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, Hayan’s brain send multiple signals. It wanted Hayan to scream louder, to tug her wrists harder to break free, to raise her knees to kick him off. But none of the signals got received, her body was frozen.

The way how her walls clenched around his length made Taehyung moan. He drowned in a wave of pleasure when he pushed himself deeper, he could feel his length rubbing against her cervix. Feeling him hit her cervix hurt Hayan but her body showed no reaction. Taehyung removed the pillow from Hayan and kissed her roughly on the lips. His thrusts were fast and deep while his tongue gently and carefully explored her mouth. Ecstasy rushed through him as he felt his climax coming closer and closer. Taehyung’s grabbed her hips tightly as he slammed harder.

He felt euphoric when he covered her walls with cum. He looked through his bangs and watched how Hayan closed her eyes. Gently he kisses her tears away as he slowed his movements.

Once Hayan was untied, her body unfroze. She was in a lot of pain while Taehyung’s touch still lingered on her skin. She felt dirty, ashamed, and weak. So many thoughts went through her mind but it was impossible to get them in control. When the boy grabbed his shirt, Hayan got up and quickly collected her stuff. Taehyung sat on the bed and watched how Hayan limped hastily out of the room. “I will wait for you,” he quickly said to her.

“Mom!” the eighteen-year-old shouted as she slammed the door behind her. “Mom!!” Hayan sobbed as she walked to the living room. Every step she took, a wave of pain went through her body. “Hayan,” her mother said concerned as she looked at her distraught daughter. She looked like a mess. Her once neatly bun was not nothing but a mess, her shirt had a few rips. Her body was trembling uncontrollably while blood dripped down her thighs.

“What happened?” Hayan’s mother asked as she walked closer to her daughter and grabbed her cold hands. “Ta- Tae-…Taehyung di-did thi-this.ss..” the young starlet pushed those words out of her mouth with the little bit of strength she had. “Ca- call th-the po- pol- ice,” Hayan said while she held her mother’s hands tightly. She feared if she let go of her mother’s hands then she might breakdown. There was a silence between the mother and daughter. Hayan wondered why her mother did not give any reaction. Slowly her mother shook her head.

“No…We can’t,” Hayan’s mother said as she pulled her hands back. The movement was so simple yet it was strong enough to shatter the eighteen-year-old’s fragile heart. “Wh- Why?” Hayan asked when she looked at her mother’s face. All the concerns her mother had on her face was now vanished. There was no emotion. “Hayan, I know this hard but you will get through it,” her mother spoke as the sun set behind her. The young girl noticed that her mother had no halo. “All you have to do is to never think about it,” Hayan’s mother said she slowly approached her daughter. Terrified, Hayan took a few steps back. When she felt the wall against her back, she felt trapped. “Bu- but he hu- hurt m- me,” the starlet said. Hayan’s mother cupped her face with her hands. “If you continue to focus on acting and don’t ever think about it. Then you will be fine. Trust me,” her mother told her. Hayan was not sure whether her mother tried to convince her daughter that this is the best method or herself.

With a trembling hand, Hayan grabbed the red velvet blanket and lifted it up. The sight of dried blood on the bed sheets made her stomach turn. The memory kept replying in her head over and over again while tears escaped from her eyes. Is this real? Is this why she had a hard time remembering her high school years?

“Hayan…” a deep male voice interrupted the silence in the room. Slowly she looked over her shoulder and looked at the man who took her innocence. “Why?” the actress asked as she turned around and looked at him. “Because I love you. I have always loved you,” Taehyung said matter-of-factly while he stepped closer to her. “The first time I saw you on the tv screen, I knew I had to have you. We belong together, Hayanie,” everything was overwhelming for the actress. She had so many questions to ask, so many curse words she wanted to throw at the man.

Hayan looked up and suddenly noticed something. A few strands of Taehyung’s hair were red. The same kind of red that the stranger from the park had. “How did you get passed through the security?” the actress asked as her mind replayed the scene. A smirk appeared on the man’s face. “It’s crazy how many possibilities someone can have when your sisters are celebrities,” Taehyung asked.

When everything fell into place, Hayan dropped on her knees. “You planned all of this, didn’t you?” the actress sobbed. “You should be happy with the fact I gave you ten years to recover from that night,” Taehyung said with pride. “I was hurting too, darling. Do you know how much it hurts to stay away from you for ten whole years?” the tall man asked when he kneeled in front of her and wiped her tears away. Angrily Hayan slapped his hand away.

Just when Hayan stood up and got ready to run away from her nightmare, Taehyung quickly grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed. “Don’t make me mad, baby,” the man warned the woman while he grabbed a handkerchief. “Get away from me!” Hayan cried out loud while she tried to push him away. Taehyung got tired of her struggles. A painful slap landed on Hayan’s cheek. The sudden action halted her fight. “If you had accepted my love back then. You would not be here right now,” Taehyung said with anger in voice. While the man grabbed a bottle and wetted the handkerchief, the memories of the painful rejected replayed in his mind. It made him mad. “You are insane!” Hayan yelled as she tried to hit him, hoping it would him distract him enough for her to escape from his hold. “Oh baby, you have no idea how many boundaries I am willing to break just for you,” Taehyung told her and put the wet cloth on her face.

“You might be the doll but I am the puppeteer,” Taehyung whispered in her ear and pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth harder on her face while Hayan fought to stay awake.

Epilogue:

“And for our final news,” a short-haired news anchor said while she moved a piece of paper to the left and instantaneously glanced at the last page. In matter of seconds she absorbed the information about the new topic.

“Actress Kan Hayan has announced her retirement this morning,” the female news anchor announced as she looked into the camera. “The sudden news has the nation not only shocked but also confused as earlier this week there were rumors that Kan Hayan might be starring in Bong Joon Ho’s newest movie,”

“The news was announced on the actress’ Instagram. It said the following:

‘Hello, this Kan Hayan.

I am writing this as my final greeting to you all.

At a tender age of five years, I started my acting career and ever since then I have been in front of cameras more than anyone can imagine. During the course of my career, I have met amazing people and worked with numerous talented directors. It was truly a one-of-a-kind experience and I will never forget it.

I truly want to thank everyone for the interest and love you have shown me, it was because of you I was able to turn my dreams into a long successful career.

I wish everyone a healthy and happy life. I love you.’”

“Three month ago, the actress revealed that she will be taking a break from acting to recharge. Her announcement of her break came to a surprise to her fans but nonetheless they accepted her decision. Kan Hayan has been acting since the age of five and during her career she has played numerous famous movies and dramas. Her management agency, RM Entertainment, revealed that they were unaware of the announcement but they respect her decision. ”

“There have been some rumors flying around about the actress possibly dating someone but nothing is confirmed,”

Kim Taehyung yawned and turned off the television. He looked down and was greeted with the beautiful scene of Hayan sleeping on his chest. “I am looking forward to the days of us,” Taehyung whispered as his hand moved down.

“I will take care of you,” he said and planted a gentle kiss on her head while his hand caressed Hayan’s baby bump.

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Iris

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

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

SE Saeran x Former Believer Reader

Word Count: 6400

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Chapter Eleven 

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

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

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

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

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

No, Saeyoung wasn’t that stupid.

Did C&R look through everything? 

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t that he hated Jumin Han. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are they?"

"Ah, Saeran… welcome." 

—

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

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

He had everything in the palm of his hand. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were there by his side, now. 

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

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

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

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

That’s why you were here, wasn’t it? 

Because paradise had sent you to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were something special. 

You were something different. 

You were Iris, after all. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s why he was the strongest. 

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

“What do you say about some ice cream?” 

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

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

“As if that threat worked before, heh.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kissing you was different. 

New. 

Exciting. 

Exhilarating. 

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. 

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

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

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

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

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

Even if he had to crush them underneath his heel.  

—

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

When had the world spun on its head? 

Why did it happen? 

Who knew he was coming? 

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

What was happening to him?

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

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

Nothing made sense. 

Nothing made sense!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keyword: Should've. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My Savior, the mission was compromised." 

She was quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

What would you do? 

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

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

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

"Yes, my Savior?" 

"You have faith in me, do you not?" 

"...Always, my Savior." 

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

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

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

That made sense.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

It was a threat. 

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

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

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

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[completeotometrash]

Secret Love (Jumin Han Fluff)

(WARNING): Spoilers for Seven’s route, implied nsfw. Read at your own risk.

Part 1

Word count: 2.4k

(She/her) pronouns.

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For years he has hopelessly longed for her. There was never a second that he thought she was anything other than ethereal beauty. Like a graceful and refined goddess, she blesses his vision. Though Jumin Han is not one to express his feelings or be interested in art for that matter, somehow, she makes seeing both so much clearer.

 He can recall the day she entered the RFA chat room, the way she presented herself. He is still amazed with how daring and bold she was. Everyone loves her for it. At the party, she wore a beautiful red dress that flattered her every curve and did wonders for his wandering mind. But it was not her body that truly earned his attention, rather, her charisma; the way she adapted and took advantage of every opportunity. They got along surprisingly well and even scheduled dinners to enjoy together so they could keep in touch. But she was never too close. He knows he is a busy man; he has no time to indulge in romantic affairs. Even with that aside, from his knowledge she does not share the same feelings.

 So, they stayed strictly platonic.

  Another year passed; another party was thrown. That time she truly outdid herself. Over a thousand guests were brought in, triple the usual. She slaved away to ensure that it was a great success; and that it was. She did not appear to be overworked, the smile on her face that traveled up to her eyes was magnificent. He found that to be a beautiful quality, the ability to stay positive. His heart hammered in his chest harder than it ever had. That night he found himself unable to sleep. He tossed and turned for hours but the exhaustion never came.

 Finally, there is now. He has watched her grow more successful and gain the respect of everyone around her in less than three years. Her parties have raised millions of dollars that has all been donated to charity.

 They talk every day in the chat rooms, but it never satisfies the urge to speak to her. To hear her voice. As he normally would not act upon this, his fingers are already dialing her number. She picks up only seconds later.

 ~~~

With poise, she brings the glass of wine to her lips, one he specially ordered from a famous brewer located in Europe. After a small sip, she licks her bottom lip. He watches her reaction that seems to be a pleased one with the grin that follows.

 “It’s exquisite, Jumin. Some of the best that I’ve ever tasted!” She chuckles giddily, setting the glass down. He tries a sip of his own and agrees.

 “I’m glad you enjoy it. Would you like the winemaker’s contact information?” He takes another sip before adjusting his collar. She nods, trailing on about how she should invite him to the party as a guest. Her enthusiasm does terrible things to his body. Jumin finds himself heating up and wanting to take off his jacket.

 He doesn’t, of course. He has self-control.

 “So why is it that you would rather meet here at my estate than go out?” As he enjoyed her company and greatly prefer staying home himself, he could not help but ask. She has only visited his home once before, a brief exchange to deliver something.

 She fixes her posture, crossing her right leg over the other. “Honestly, I just wanted to enjoy you and our time together without anyone being around. As much as I love going out with you, I prefer just relaxing together on a less formal level.” She glances around only to look down at her hands, “Also, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what your apartment looks like.” She nervously laughs, rubbing her hands together.

 He swallows, his throat becoming tighter. Such honesty in her statement making him feel a little bashful. Taking a deep breath, he stands. “If you’re interested in my decor, I can show you around.” In a way, he takes pride in the way he keeps his house tidy. He has a modern dark theme with all the newest gadgets on the market. She happily obliges, standing beside him.

 ~~~

“The view is breathtaking.” She stares out the window with astonishment, finishing her glass of wine. He agrees, but only watches her.

 “Yes. The city is quite beautiful in the afternoon while the lights are lit. I made sure of that while searching for my apartment. I’ve found that Elizabeth the Third enjoys the view as well.”

 She cackles, shaking her head. “You know, you’ve got her spoiled. It’s actually really cute, just how much you care for her.” Turning to face him, her head tilts to the side. “You’re a good host. We should do this more often.”

 Revealing a small smile of his own, he looks down at her. “I appreciate your words and agree that we should do this more often. I find myself enjoying your presence in a less formal environment nice as well.” A small moment of vulnerability.

 She gasps, excitedly clapping her hands. “One day, maybe we can do some wine tasting while watching a movie!”

 Jumin takes her empty glass and refills it and his own. “I don’t see why we can’t do that now unless you have plans for tomorrow. It’s getting rather late.” He checks the time on his watch. “If not, I’ll have a ride set up to safely escort you home.”

 “I don’t mind staying. “

 Despite having the movie ready and being situated on the couch nearly an hour ago, it was never started. Sitting side by side, he talks with her instead.

 “I’ve always wanted to visit Rome and see the Sistine Chapel! The art there is so beautiful.” She leans back, seemingly more relaxed after two glasses of wine. He too feels the effects of the alcohol.

 “That is one place I have not been yet. As I’ve never been one to care for art, I’m sure your company there would be nice.” Jumin freezes, realizing the gravity of his statement as her eyes grow wider. There’s the crippling fear of her suddenly being repulsed by him. Mentally, he scolds himself for possibly making her uncomfortable. “I apologize if that was too-”

 His sentence is stopped yet again, but this time she is the one to do it. “In the future I’d love to go with you. What is the fun in traveling alone, anyways?” She smiles, rubbing her head. “Shall we start the movie now?”

 He inhales sharply, lifting the remote and pressing play.

 ~~~

When the credits roll, he shifts, ready to go to bed. Seemingly, she’s already passed the point of exhaustion, eyes closed and chest heaving slowly. Jumin wonders how long she has been asleep and whether he should wake her. He yawns, standing up. It’s dark and it would be dangerous to send her home at this time. That is what he tells himself, at least.

 That night he brought her to his guest room, now being unable to forget about it. She went home early the next morning and insisted that she leave immediately. The next day he was given a gift from her, an apology for her accidentally falling asleep. If she gave it to him in person, he would have returned it, she need not apologize for something a friend should do. Although, he cannot help but feel flattered by it. She gave him a navy-blue tie from one of his favorite brands. The material is soft against his fingers; he incorporates it in his outfit for the party.

 The day of the party comes quickly, it is at a different location his time because it’s become much vaster. The area is loud, everyone talks cheerfully with each other. Business owners negotiate and bond over shared interests. The same brewer he told her about that was invited to the party was so flattered that he gifted several bottles of his product for it. He notices it being served at the bar.

 Jumin continues to scan the room, firstly wanting to congratulate MC. He walks around until he feels a tap to his shoulder. It’s a very excited Saeyoung.

 “Jumin! We’ve been looking for you.” Seven steps back, motioning for Jumin to follow. He rounds the corner and immediately notices a familiar tuff of teal hair. He joins the circle, adjusting his sleeve.

 “Good afternoon, everyone. The party seems to be a success.” He pops into the conversation in his own giddy way. His excitement doesn’t show, it almost never does.

 “Jumin, greetings! We’re glad you could make it.” V smiles wholeheartedly, nodding his head in his companion’s direction.

 Yoosung smiles as well, chiming up when he sees him. “The party just gets better every year with MC! She’s just amazing at what she does.” His eyes glimmer with adoration. 

  Zen crosses his arms, looking around. “Of course, she works her ass off every year, and it pays off. I worry about if she doesn’t take time to relax.” It’s no surprise that Zen worries for her well-being, the multiple lectures in the chat rooms prove just that. 

 “I’m sure she takes time for breaks; she also knows that we’re here to help with the guests of needed be.” Jahee pushes up her glasses, “Good afternoon, Mr. Han.”

 Jumin straightens his posture, “Where is MC at?” His mind returns to its original concern, craving to see her again after their last meeting. 

 Jihyun places a hand on his shoulder playfully. “She left a few minutes ago to give her speech on the stage, she should be there any moment now- “

 Ironically, at that moment, the sound of the mic booms through the speakers, silencing the room.

 Jumin is left speechless when he spots her. She wears an elegant dress that reaches just below her knees. It has a V-cut front with golden embroidery; being tight around her hips. She screams utter elegance, and he cannot look away.

 Awkwardly, she readies the mic, smiling at everyone in the room. A part of him wishes he were the only one to see it. She looks around, taking a deep breath. “Thank you to everyone who could be here and join us this evening; your presence today means a lot.”

 Her eyes catch his own, everything feels like it’s in slow motion now. All but his heart that has seemingly quickened its pace. He wants to pull her to the side, to hold her close to his chest so she can physically feel exactly what she does to him. She touches her neck, smiling a little wider. That same smile that absolutely captivates him. Even as she looks away, he cannot stop his own lingering stare. She looks so ridiculously happy, so pure- beautiful. 

 Jumin only realizes he was holding his breath when everyone begins applauding her speech around him. He joins, swallowing gently to bring himself back to reality. To his right is an open balcony, one that he quickly moves to catch some fresh air.

 It’s brisk outside, but it helps his body cool down faster than it would in the crowded room. He knows the best thing to do is wait and speak to her with a clear mind, urges aside. Taking a deep breath, he holds it until his lungs burn. Feeling almost ashamed of himself, disgusted with how greedy he feels tonight. He moves out of the view of the party, standing alone and gazing upon the city lights. 

 “Hey stranger.” There is a shuffling noise as the presence of another accompanies him. Jumin glances to his side, MC is looking him up and down. “It’s unlike you to leave a room like that, are you alright?”

 He is fine, in the physical sense, so he nods his head in retaliation. “Yes, I found myself getting hot and needed the fresh air. I’d like to congratulate you on the party, yet again, it was a success.”

 She places her head on her hand, sighing exhaustedly. “Thank you, that really means a lot to me. I’m so glad you think so. I have been so stressed out lately because of it. I’d also like to thank you for last week, you didn’t have to let me fall asleep, let alone take me to your guest bedroom.” She grins sheepishly, tucking her hand beneath his tie. “I’m also happy that you liked your gift, I saw it and thought about you.” Her fingers softly glide along the fabric.

Her lips are a burgundy color, he cannot help but notice as she comes closer. He wonders if she thinks the same way as him. Jumin looks into her eyes to see if he can find the answer there. Instead, she simply wraps her arms around him, swaying from left to right gently. There is no music, but she makes her own rhythm. “You should dance with me.”

 Her hand is now in his, his arm cradling her back and pulling her closer as they move in unition. He finds himself speechless, only focused on the steps she makes. He thinks of all the ways he could confess to her, forgetting just why he had never said anything in the past. Because when he sees her now it’s almost as if he had been struck by Cupid’s arrow.

 He stops moving, lips parting open as he looks down at her. He wants to speak, but the words do not come. His mind is suddenly blank. Her eyes flicker for a moment before her head comes closer, he can feel her hot breath against his skin. By instinct, he tilts his head to the side, drawing in like a magnet.

 Their lips join finally when she stands on her toes. She tastes sweet, better than even the finest of wines. He immediately pulls her closer, years of pent up feelings releasing themselves in a single kiss. His hands are traveling everywhere on her body that he has ever longed to feel. When his tongue glides against her lower lip she gasps, running a hand through his hair. He moves his lips elsewhere, peppering kissing along her gnaw and down her neck.

 Jumin speaks between breaths. “I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you.” His voice is low as he continues, now kissing her shoulder. This only makes her blush and forcefully hold back a moan.

 Right as his lips meet the scratchy fabric of her dress, he pulls away completely. “If you feel the same way, meet me at my apartment after the party.” There’s a sincere look in his eyes as he gazes at her, he’s softer than usual. His hands adjust his coat and hair before he walks back inside, disappearing from her view.

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[anonymousbaev]

hi!! so if ur still taking requests can i get rfa and v and saeran with a chubby mc who like doesn’t rly think of herself as sexy and like,,,shies away from intimate things?

RFA with a chubby Mc

Hello hello! Thank you for the request, enjoy!  (*^^*)♡   *Slight NSFW*

    ☆ Yoosung ☆

He thought it was him, he thought he was doing something wrong.

Whenever he occasionally got intimate with you, you would always gently back up with a rejecting head shake.

He respects you so he immediately gets off of you and gives you space before apologizing 10,000 times.

You felt so guilty seeing him feel so bad, you didn’t want to make him feel that way...

But you also didn’t have the courage to tell him what was really bothering you.

You always told him the problem wasn’t him, and that it’s you, but never gone into further details leaving the poor boy so confused.

One day however the little boy got so concerned for you, thinking you might have got abused in the past or something and had to get the truth out of you.

“No Yoosung it’s not anything like that...” 

After much explanation of your insecurities and low confidence on your weight Yoosung reassures you that none of that matters and that it should not matter.

He tells you he loves you no matter what and you look perfect to him in every aspect.

   ☕️ Jaehee ☕️ 

You and Jaehee have been dating for months now and she started to wonder why you never tried more intimate things with her other than kissing.

She wasn’t so bold herself in making first moves in the subject of intimate.

So when she sucked in all her courage and asked you about it, much to her dismay you told her you would rather not.

Of course Jaehee understood and respected your decisions like the good girlfriend she is but she just had to know why.

She was worried if it was because of her.

When you shared your thoughts on how you didn’t like your body she was in a lost of words.

WHY?

She just couldn’t understand because she thought you looked absolutely stunning.

“Mc that’s not true at all. I love you and everything about you. Including your body. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

      ♬ Zen ♬  

 Zen thought you were the most beautiful human ever, even more than he was.

So it would’ve never crossed his mind that you would think so insecurely about your body.

That was until one day when you accidently unleashed the beast.

“Get ready to take responsibility, princess.” Zen pushed you onto the bed  and reached under your sweater. 

That was until tears swarmed your eyes and you had to say no more because he immediately got off of you in an instant with a concerned look as he caged that beast back up.

“Mc I’m so sorry, please don’t cry. That was wrong of me, I’m so sorry. Oh god, how can I make it up to you?” He gently wiped away your tears, slightly afraid in doing so worried that he would scare you.

“Sorry Zen...” You were so upset, and now you felt so bad because you made him feel like a hypocrite. 

You had to tell him.

When you explained about your insecurities of doing intimate things with him because of your body, he was absolutely enraged.

“WHO MADE YOU THINK THAT WAY???” You had to calm him down and told him nobody made you feel this way and told him it was an internal conflict between you and yourself.

And now he was really upset. 

From that day, he told you how those were unneeded thoughts and reminded you how beautiful you were and told you how much he loved you. 

When you were confident in your skin and ready to get intimate with him you spent an extremely hot and sleepless night with him~

    ♛ Jumin ♛ 

Jumin believed it’d be best to share the first night between the two of you after getting married, so you didn’t have to tell him about your insecurities of doing intimate things with you.

That was not until the wedding date was soon and you both had started planning for it and you were picking out your dress on a category book.

Everything revealed so much skin, so what would people think if you walked down the aisle in one of these dresses in this body?

You were so stressed, “Jumin I think I’d rather wear something more plain... something that would match me better...”

He was so confused, “What do you mean, my love? All of these dresses would match you just fine.”

You got riled up and began to tear up, “No they won’t! Not on my body, they only look stunning on thinner woman...”

He let go of your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss, “Is that what you think, my love? Because that’s not true, none of that matters I know you will look even more stunning than the women on these magazines, you’re absolutely gorgeous and I love you so much. None of that matters.”

His words make your heart flutter and slowly he helps you gain confidence.

You end up choosing an elegant and glittery wedding dress. 

You leave everyone in awe as you look like an absolute goddess when you walk down the aisle with your dad to Jumin.

     👓 Saeyoung 👓 

You and Saeyoung were both laughing in bed as you watched memes on your phone when suddenly the vibe turned into a hot and steamy moment.

Saeyoung leaned into you as he pressed his lips against yours. You backed up soon completely laying down on the bed with him on top of you.

That was until you pushed him off of you in a hurry and sat up at the edge of the bed as Saeyoung sat against the bedpost. 

He felt so bad and you felt so ashamed. It was overall really awkward as you both suffered in silence.

“Sorry Mc... good night- I just uh remembered I had some unfinished work.” Saeyoung was walking out the door when you stopped him and made him sit back down on the bed.

You explained how you felt insecure in doing intimate things with him because of your body, worried about what he would think and he was heartbroken.

“Are you kidding Mc? You’re absolutely gorgeous. It doesn’t matter what size you are. Why do you think I wouldn’t love your body, I love everything about you.”

     🌚 Saeran 🌚 

You and Saeran were cuddling on the couch with some ice cream while binging on some shows on Netflix. Wanna Netflix and chill?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

When a sexy scene came up you nervously looked around the dimmed room with a flustered face.

That was when Saeran noticed as he grinned and pushed you down onto the comfy cushions.

Your breathing hitched as he began to slide his hand up your thighs.

That was when you pushed him off and sat up flustered as you quickly apologized and left the room into the bedroom.

Saeran immediately went after you and found you curled up on your shared bed.

“Mc what’s wrong?”

When you explained you felt insecure about your body, he was mad.

“You’re an idiot, don’t assume stuff and misunderstand things on your own!” He yelled at you but when he saw your upset face he felt bad.

“You’re gorgeous, everything about you. Including your body. I love you just the way you are, remember that...”

    ♧ Jihyun ♧ 

He could take the hint you weren’t happy with something about yourself when you would always decline his offer to take your pictures.

Jihyun was really mad at himself, he really wanted to help you but he didn’t know how because he didn’t know what was upsetting you.

He wished you would tell him what, but you always brushed him off and he didn’t want to force you to talk about it.

One day things got heated in the bedroom and Jihyun slowly approached you.

But eventually things got overwhelming at one point as evil voices in your head kept yelling at you of how Jihyun would hate your body just the way you hated yours.

“Jihyun... wait, I’m sorry I don’t think I’m ready.” He nodded as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Do you, perhaps want to talk about it angel?” He expected you to brush it off again but instead you decided to tell him this time.

When he heard everything his heart dropped, a lump in his throat and his eyes looked so sad.

“You’re beautiful, no matter what size you are. No matter what you look like. I love you so much, dear. Thank you for telling me, I’ll help you get over those voices in your head.”

I’m so sorry this took me so long requester. By the way a friendly anony taught me how to use bullets! Now I can go over my writing in google translate yes I do that I know it’s weird haha without it going like “New moon face Saeran kissed your cheeks. New moon face you blushed with a tingling feeling etc. etc. They always read the emoji’s out loud they were slowly killing me.

                                              ٩(๑･ิᴗ･ิ)۶٩(･ิᴗ･ิ๑)۶

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Since it's already out I can share this but I was originally planning on the last chapter to end with YNYY becoming official but I figured it was way out of character for what I've established for both of them and too sudden for the pacing. Here, have the bit I deleted but kept just in case (that and it's such a well-written passage go 3 am me) I changed my mind last minute for your indulgence:

You took a step back from the restaurant window, mouth slightly agape and head shaking.

That fast? He replaced you that fast?

You turned away and started walking back to the company building, actually, no, you turned down the street and started walking home. Was what you saw real? You wanted to turn and run back, but what if it just got worst. You didn't want to put yourself in that situation, it's bad enough what you saw, you didn't want to hurt yourself anymore. It's not worth it over him. You just couldn't believe it. You didn't want to. You were in front of the entrance to the dorm building when someone stopped you.

"That's where you went! Everyone's looking for you," Yangyang waved his hand as he jogged to catch up with you. "Jihyun's pissed at Doyoung for sending you out on an errand during a party."

"Ah, yeah, uh... I'm not feeling well, actually, so I'm just going to go inside," you pointed at the door as you turned to look at him. Immediately, his expression falls to one of worry.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," you nodded. "Something in the drinks maybe," you pushed a smile onto your face and Yangyang frowns.

"I know you're lying, you know."

"Yeah, I know, just go enjoy the party, yeah?" You walked into the building and made a straight line into the elevator, not looking back as it closed behind you. You leaned against the back of the elevator as you waited for it to ascend. Then, you felt one tear drop, then another, then more. "How pathetic," you said to yourself while you wiped them away, only for them to be replaced with more.

Replaced.

That's what it felt like, it felt like you got replaced like some sort of fucking object. The text, what you saw in that restaurant, it felt horrible. You felt horrible. You hiccuped and shook your head against your hands. Then, the elevator door opened and as you stepped out, Yangyang stood in your way, breathing heavily and clearly concerned.

"Figured," was all he said. In seconds, you wrapped your arms around him and sobbed. Yangyang only rocked you slightly, telling you that it was okay the whole time.

"He..." you hiccuped again and cursed yourself for it. Why were you crying so much about him? "He..." you couldn't even say it.

"It's okay, it's okay to cry," Yangyang comforted you and nodded his head against yours. "Take as long as you need."

"It's only been three days, that jackass," you cried. "God, I feel so shitty right now, how could he..." you took deep breaths now. If you said it, it felt like you were confirming it. Part of you wanted to believe that what you saw was wrong, truly, but it was hard to deny it. You were the first pull away, and Yangyang released you slowly.

"What happened, (Y/N)?" He asks. You only shook your head.

"I don't want to talk about it... I don't want to believe it," you answered. "I don't... I don't want to believe that he... replaced me that quickly," you said after some hesitation. That's exactly what it looked like. Yangyang frowned.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks. You shook your head again. You didn't want to think about it. Then, the world outside of the room flashed, and as you and Yangyang turned to the window, the sky filled with a beautiful array of colors and shapes, and they were soon followed by the sounds of firecrackers.

Just a year ago, you watched this very same spectacular with him. It was in the most unromantic of places, the top of KQ's building, but it was a moment you thought you'd cherish forever. And now? You looked to your side, and Yangyang was looking at you.

"Happy New Year..." you muttered. Yangyang nodded shortly and his eyes shifted to the side in thought, before settling on you again. He leaned closer and you stayed in place.

"(Y/N)?" He said your name quietly.

"Hm?"

"Can I kiss you right now?" Your eyes widened slightly. Was that him or the alcohol? And... was it right for you to answer? You didn't know what to do, or what to say. What was right and what wasn't.

You... you didn't want to replace Seonghwa with your best friend. You really didn't. You didn't want to stoop to that level.

So why did you nod your head?

And why was it you to close the distance?

Lips pressed softly together and hands on each other, why did this feel right? Like it was a long time waiting, and like it was supposed to be this way the whole time? You didn't know what it was, maybe it was the way his hands wiped the tears away from your face so softly, or maybe it was the way that he moved so slowly.

It felt right. At this moment, it felt right.

#crys talks #prominence #just to make you guys suffer a little more for my own enjoyment

[2ynjns]

travelling to our special christmas || han jisung

day 8 of 31 days of christmas with ydale

pairings: han x reader

genre: time traveller!au, best friend to lovers, fluff

warnings: none! but this is actually inspired by one of the fics i read off of moablr (txt’s fanfic) but i forgot their acc name and the title! but credits to you 🤩

“jisung, what the hell did you just do?” you screeched.

you suddenly woke up next to jisung inside an unfamiliar closet. jisung looked around and looked at you.

“yo! i really DID THAT!” he screamed. you looked at him confused since you really didn’t know what the heck happened.

the last thing you remembered was jisung dragging you into a refrigerator that was gleaming blue. you even tried to escape jisung’s hold but he was much stronger than you are.

“where are we?” you asked him and got up. you pulled him up with you and peeked from the closet door.

you saw two kids around 3 years old and a one about 1 year old. you turned around to face jisung and your eyes flew open.

“did we teleport? who’s house are we in? jisung, i told you testing your dumb science project is not a great idea!” you whispered yelled at him, avoiding to have you be heard by the two little ones outside.

“hey, first of all, my project is not dumb. second, we didn’t teleport, we time travelled.” he was about to step out from the tight closet but you pulled him back.

“the kids are gonna see you. for sure the parents are gonna call the police if they find out.” you pinched his ears and he let out a quiet ‘ow’. “and how are we gonna get home? i have my finals tomorrow.” you scratched your head.

the only thing you were really looking forward to was christmas break, after studying your butt off, you deserve a two week break for christmas. chill at home, drink hot coco and bake christmas themed pastries and maybe invite jisung over to share the pastries.

jisung just stared at you and gave you a small shrug before opening the closet door.

you wanted to hit him so bad but it was too late, jisung revealed himself to the two toddlers and you were just left in awe.

“dada?” the 3 year old said. jisung looked around to see who the child called. he thought their parents arrived, he’s just lowkey scared that they might get caught before he could escape with you.

“dada!” the one year old crawled towards jisung and asked to be carried.

you couldn’t help but your heart melted from the sight. jisung backed off so the baby doesn’t go near him so he could escape quickly as you guys can. when jisung backed away with his very best, the baby started crying to be held by jisung.

“waaah! dada!” the baby screamed on top of his lungs. jisung panicked and hid back inside the closet and closed the door when he heard loud footsteps coming in the room.

“jihun? what happened, baby?” a man, that sounds exactly like jisung, carried the baby. you peeked from the closet and your eyes flew wide open, again.

“what the heck, jisung look. it’s you… but old.” you pointed at the man from the other side of the door. jisung peeked with you and his jaw dropped. “that’s me.” he whispered-yell in your ear. you glared at him and rolled your eyes. “we just time travelled to your futu--”

“honey! you have to change jihun and jihyun’s clothes to their christmas fits. hurry up!” a lady that sounds exactly like you entered the room kissing the 3 year old girl’s forehead.

you quietly gasped and covered your mouth. “ew jisung, i think i married you.” you hit jisung’s shoulders and he pushed you slightly.

“mommy/daddy, you and dada were just in the closet.” the little girl pointed at the closet. the older you whipped their head to your direction and you quickly tried to hide behind the pile of clothes, without thinking about jisung.

“me? are you sure those are not monsters in the closet again?” the older you asked the toddler. jihyun shook her head and smiled. “no, i’m sure it was you and dada. jihun even cried for dada but he ran to the closet.” the older you smiled at the girl and slightly lead her to go outside the room.

“go in the living room for now with dada, lemme check the closet if there’s no monsters.” the older you pushed the older jisung out of the room.

“hey! i wanna see the monsters tho!” the older jisung fought.

“you can check the monsters later, hun. now, go change the kids’ clothes. shoo!” the older you shut and locked the door. they walked towards the closer door and the first thing they saw was jisung sitting like a kid inside the closet.

“i was expecting both of you. welcome home!” the older you said. you didn’t flinch since you wanted to stay hidden either way but they already knew you were there.

“i know you’re there, y/n. i remember where i tried to hide.” the older you called you out. you slowly crawled out from the pile of clothes and you stayed sitting down on the floor.

“jeez, get up you two.” they pulled both you and jisung up and jisung just scratched his head.

“i think we’re causing trouble.” jisung bowed to the older you. “i apologize.” the older you just stared at jisung and suddenly cracked a loud laugh.

“oh my gosh! i literally forgot you apologized, that’s so not you.” the older you patted jisung’s head.

“well, why don’t you spend christmas tonight with us?” the older you offered.

“christmas? it’s christmas?” you asked. The older you gladly nodded their head and held your hands. “yes it’s christmas today and also me and jisung’s fifth wedding anniversary.” the older you pulled you and jisung out from the room.

“wait- you married- no, i married- i mean- we married this dude right here?” you pointed at jisung who’s being pulled with you. you couldn’t process what you’re witnessing right now because you pledge that never in the million years that you would even have a crush on jisung.

“believe it or not. yes, we married jisung.”

the older you sat you and jisung down on the dining table with so many food in front of you. you looked at the older jisung and he smiled at you. “hey little y/n. oh gosh this is kinda weird.” the older jisung said looking at jisung next to you.

jisung got shy and hid his face on your shoulder. “no need to be shy fella. we’re literally the same person.” the older jisung said before settling jihun on the high chair.

“whoa! there’s two sets of mommy/daddy and dada!” jihyun excitedly said before clapping her hands and giving you and jisung a tight hug.

“jihun and jihyun, meet mommy/daddy and dada’s younger selves.” the older jisung said and smiled at you and jisung.

“now, let’s go eat. i’m hungry. then after this, y/n and jisung needs to head home so they wouldn’t cause much trouble. honey, get the time machine ready in a bit.” the older you said and patted both you and jisung’s head.

“merry christmas everyone! and happy anniversary, love.”

and with that, you and jisung just witnessed the future you and him kissed in front of you.

reupload, tags weren’t working

#31 Days Of Christmas With Ydale #christmas with ydale and skz #han's christmas #christmas series 2020 #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenarios #stray kids scenario #skz imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz scenario #han #jisung #han jisung #han imagines #jisung imagines

[bonnyskies]

slowly fading [one] ⇢ kth

it’s been two years since your relationship with taehyung ended. the broken pieces of yourself that he left behind finally mended. at least, that’s what you thought until you accidentally ran into the man himself who left broken in the first place.

pairings — ex!soulmate!taehyung x ex!soulmate!malereader, taehyung x fem!oc

genre — angst, fluff, non idol au, soulmates au, exes to lovers au

series warnings — lots of angst, swearing, bisexual!taehyung, some fluff, tae’s confused feelings, frequent flashbacks, reader’s heart gets broken a lot, sexual themes, cheating, and mentions of drugs and alcohol

word count — 1.5k

author’s note — i’m starting a taglist for this series, so let me know if you’d like to be part of it.

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The peaceful sound of classical music and a sweet scent of vanilla filled your fairly large office. They were calming distractions.

As you typed away on your computer, you didn’t notice your office’s glass door opening and your boss, Park Jimin stepping inside, too engrossed in your work. You didn’t even notice him walking towards you until he was already in front of your desk, clearing his throat quite loudly and breaking you out of your trance.

“M-Mr. Park,” you stammered, quickly standing up from your desk so that you could properly meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you enter.”

“{Name},” he chuckled, “I’ve told you countless times already, you don’t need to address me like that. We’re friends.”

You nodded, then sat back down behind your desk, Jimin copying with the seat in front of you. “So, Jimin. What brought you here to my office?” You asked with a slight teasing tone as his name fell from your mouth.

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully and shakes his head before dropping a beige-colored file onto your desk. “These are just documents from some businesses that want to partner up with us. You know, flower shops, caterers, dress and suit designers, the usual,” he explained. “I need you to transfer the information they gave us into the company’s computer.”

“Okay, got it.” You nodded, taking the heavy file and placing it beside your computer. You expected him to leave after that, but instead, he leaned back against the chair with his arms resting behind his head.

“Jimin,” you stared at your boss with confusion, “Is there something else you need, or...?”

“No,” he shook his head, reaching inside his suit’s pocket and taking out his phone. “I’m just bored,” he only said, briefly glancing at you before returning back to his screen. “And don’t feel like staying in my office alone.”

You chuckled.

Park Jimin. There are many things you admired about him. But what you admired the most was that even with his wealth and authority, he never let any of those things get to his head.

“Well, I’m glad you thought of me for entertainment,” you teased sarcastically, “But I’m afraid I’m busy with the work you gave me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be completely silent.” Jimin reassures, pursing his lips as he focuses more intently on his game rather than you. “It’ll be like I’m not here,” and just as those words came out of his mouth, a loud explosion was heard coming from his phone, making you roll your eyes exasperatedly.

He kept his promise though, and kept quiet as you worked on the assignment he gave you. But that silence only lasted an hour until his phone suddenly started ringing. The blaring sound distracting you from your work.

Jimin flashed you an apologetic look before answering it, pressing the device close against his ear. You turned your attention back to your laptop, deciding that it wasn’t your business. But that changed when you heard a quiet “shit” come from him, causing you to glance towards him and raise a brow.

“Everything alright?” You asked, noticing the panicked expression on his face.

“Y-Yeah,” he quickly stuttered out, clearing his throat and scrambling up from his seat. “How about you take the rest of the day off? You can finish this tomorrow.” He said, gesturing his hands towards the scattered papers on your desk.

“I’m almost done,” you replied back, motioning your hand at the now nearly empty file and computer screen. “And I rather finish it now, anyway. I’m not a procrastinator unlike somebody,” you grinned, trying to joke but when Jimin doesn’t laugh you knew this was serious.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and resting them on your desk.

“N-Nothing,” he stammered, shaking his head. “It’s nothing.” Jimin then continued to encourage, “But seriously, you should take the rest of the day off. You’ve been working hard enough already. You deserve a break.”

Before you had the chance to question him anymore, your office’s door suddenly opened and the company’s receptionist stepped in. “Mr. Park,” the young female spoke, “Your three o’clock appointment is here.” She then informed before quickly leaving.

“You’re meeting with someone?” You gaped at Jimin, who stared back at you with small hints of guilt in his eyes. When he didn’t answer, you stood up from your desk and made your way to the door. But before you could open it, Jimin placed his hand onto the handle and closed it. “{Name},” his voice was cautious, “I’m telling you, just go home. You don’t need to be a part of this meeting.”

“Jimin,” you chuckled, placing your hand over his and pulling it away from the door’s handle. “I’ve been to every single one of your meetings. What’s so different about this one?” And once those words came out of your mouth, you instantly regretted not listening to him the moment you opened your office’s door. Because next thing you knew, your eyes landed on none other than the man that left you more than two years ago, heartbroken and alone.

Kim Taehyung.

Standing beside him, hands laced together, was the woman that he left you for. The woman that changed everything.

She was beautiful, no doubt. You couldn’t help but admire her slim, yet curvy body, and how the dress she was wearing hugged every curve perfectly. Her hair was beautiful too, straight and long, going past her shoulders and down her back. Even without the ability to see color, you knew she was at least a brunette, or even blonde, judging by how light the gray appeared to be in your eyes.

She was perfect. No wonder Taehyung chose her over you. Hell, you would’ve chosen her over you.

As you glanced down her body, you felt your heart clenched and tears sprinkle your eyelids when seeing a bright, diamond ring on her finger.

“{Name}-,” Taehyung’s voice soft, making your heart ache even more. Before he had the chance to say anything else, you were already gripping onto Jimin’s hand and pulling him back into your office, slamming the door in the process.

“What the fuck, Jimin?!” You shouted at him, not caring if anyone heard, eyes glistening with tears. This couldn’t be happening. Every memory, thought, and feelings you’ve been trying to get rid for the past two years were now coming back. “How long have you been planning their wedding?”

“Only a week,” he answered, frowning. “But I’ve only been talking to his fiancée,” Jimin attempted to reassure you, but that didn’t help as the tears began to escape and slide down your face. “I didn’t know it was Taehyung until yesterday.”

“H-He’s getting married?” Your voice cracked, quickly wiping away some of the tears that stained your face.

Jimin nodded, staring at you sympathetically. He reached over and wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to rest your head against his chest as more tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,” he muttered underneath his breath, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

“Go home, {Name},” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll take them into my office. That’ll give you the opportunity to leave without them noticing.”

You nodded, pulling away from his embrace, watching as he then gave you one last sympathetic look before leaving your office.

“He’s getting married, Jihyun.”

You were standing alone in your one bedroom apartment’s kitchen, with your phone pressed against your cheek and a half-eaten bowl of cereal in front of you. “I saw him today with her,” you spat, frowning.

“What the fuck?” You could hear your friend curse on the other side of the line, “Are you serious? How did you find out?”

“Apparently Jimin is planning their wedding,” you answered, taking a spoonful of your cereal into your mouth and swallowing it. “But he told me that he didn’t find out it was Taehyung’s wedding until yesterday.”

“Jesus,” Jihyun sighed, “So what are you going to do? Aren’t you like Jimin’s personal assistant? You help with everything.”

“He said that it’s okay if I’m not part of it,” you answered, finishing your cereal and placing the empty bowl in the sink.

“That’s good,” Jihyun says, making you nod in agreement. “How long will all of the planning take?”

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled, running your hand frustratingly through your hair. “It’s entirely based on the clients’ decision. It could be a week, or month. I just hope that it’s soon because after they’re done, I don’t plan on seeing him ever again.”

The sound of someone suddenly knocking on your apartment’s door made you jump. “I’ve got to the go, girl, someone’s here. Love you, bye!”

“Alright, bye. Love you!”

After hanging up, you left the kitchen and quickly made your way to the apartment’s door. And when opening it, you could feel your heart stop as your eyes landed on the one person you were so intent on avoiding.

“Hey.” His voice made your heart start back up again, this time beating more roughly against your chest.

Taehyung.

#bonnyskies #bts #bts series #bts angst #bts x reader #bts x male reader #kim taehyung #kim taehyung series #kim taehyung angst #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x male reader #taehyung #taehyung series #taehyung angst #taehyung x reader #taehyung x male reader #kpop series #kpop angst #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader

[jihyuncompass]

Do You Feel It Too?

A soulmate AU counts as Fate right? Shhh let’s just act like it is. 

Jihyun Week 2020 Day Three ( @mysme-events​ )

Fate

Jihyun Kim x MC 

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Your entire life you’ve felt your soulmate’s pain. Every bump, scratch, headache. Never knowing who. 

The first time you remember feeling it, you were five years old. You’d been sitting at home when a sharp pain hit your knee. Like you had just fallen, you had cried out and pulled up your pant leg to try and see what happened. Only to find nothing, not a bruise or a scratch. 

It would happen occasionally, you’d feel a sting on your arms, your legs, or a headache. All things with no discernible cause and no physical impact. Almost like a sort of phantom. 

After a few months you had heard one of your relatives talk about it, how they met their soulmate because they felt the same pain. You had listened to them with rapt attention coming to the realization that the strange feelings you felt were the same sensations someone else in the world was feeling too. 

The thought stuck in your mind as you grew older. Mentally you would keep track of the types of pains you’d feel, as if it could give clues as to who your soulmate could be. For years all you felt was the occasional bump or papercut, some headaches here and there. Once or twice a year your body would ache like they had a fever. Nothing very out of the ordinary. 

It also became a strange experience for you to get hurt. On one hand you hated experiencing pain, but now you had the weight of knowing that someone else in the world was feeling that same thing you were. Every injury led to you silently apologizing to your soulmate hoping they somehow could hear you. 

For years the types of things you’d feel were typical, the normal types of injuries and pain that most people would get into. However, it started to change when you turned sixteen. 

It’d been the middle of the night when you woke up feeling agonizingly hot, it felt like every inch of your skin was burning. Your lungs ached and struggled to take in air, you twisted around your bed rubbing at your skin to try and soothe the sensations to no effect. You ran from your bedroom into the bathroom and sat in the bathtub submerged under cold water, sobbing as the burning only got worse and worse. 

You’d layed there for hours, so distracted you couldn’t even think about what your soul mate could be going through to cause them to feel something like this. Eventually the water in the bathtub grew lukewarm and you fell into a fitful sleep once you’d run out of tears to cry. 

In the days following you figured that your soulmate must have been in a fire. The way the burning had felt that’s all it could possibly be in your mind. You spent the next two days doing research seeing if you could find any leads to who your soulmate could be. Only to find nothing. With time the memory of the burning started to seep into the back of your head, becoming more and more distant. 

The second worst experience happened eight years later. You had been watching a storm rage from your window. Watching the rain come down and the lightning strike, you had felt a few things from your soulmate recently. Some strange stings in your chest and on your arms. A sprain in their ankle a few months ago. Nothing seemed to be too major. 

One minute you were watching the storm and the next your back and elbows started to ache, taken aback from the feeling you winced and looked away from the window. 

Then the worst of it began, your vision went red as a slashing pain tore across your face. Clutching your eyes you collapsed to the floor, it felt as if they were being gouged out. You fumbled around unable to see a single thing. Screaming out you crawled your way to the bathroom to try and wash your face, but nothing seemed to help. You knew like the fire you would have to just ride out the pain until it was over. So completely blind you fell onto your couch and put pressure on your eyes to try and relieve it. 

What could be happening to your soulmate right now? How could their eyes hurt so badly? You screamed and cried in agony for several hours until the feelings had turned into a dull aches. Which remained for weeks, even after your vision returned to you. 

Like the fire you spent weeks researching to see if you could find any news reports of an accident, anything having to deal with an eye injury. All to no avail. Beyond the usual crime the only thing that caught your eye was the apparent suicide of the fiance of a famous photographer, but beyond skimming the article you moved on. Accepting that you probably weren’t going to find anything. 

Over time you’d watched the people around you slowly find their soulmates, some were childhood friends who learned pretty quickly. Others found each other at jobs, school, walking down the street. You weren’t one of those people, and as years passed you started to wonder if you’d ever find them. 

While you searched for your soulmate, life hadn’t been kind to you. Money was frequently tight and finding a place to live even harder. So the mysterious text you received one afternoon couldn’t have come at a better time. 

Under any other circumstances you would have said no to the stranger offering you room and board in exchange of playtesting a game for him. It sounded sketchy, but the eviction notice on your front door and your dwindling bank account made the decision for you. 

The man you’d spoken to on the phone, Ray was strange in person. He was more than polite but gave you a strange feeling when you looked in his eyes too much. When you stood in front of him you couldn’t help yourself from noticing the strange clothing he wore, how it was strangely dated and odd for a game developer. His eyes also had dark bags under them and he appeared to be so thin, his skin a sickly pale color. Even if you couldn’t place why. There was something off about him and the way he spoke. 

Still, you stayed, and you played his game. You found yourself growing more and more attached to each one. The more you talked to them this feeling started to bloom in your gut, that something wasn’t right. The way they talked was too realistic, too human even for an advanced AI. 

The first time you heard V’s voice was the first time you truly started to doubt what Ray told you. He answered you with such kind words. His voice held such a warmth to it that you couldn’t imagine it coming from anything other than a real human being. But when you expressed any doubt or hesitation, Ray would be there to reassure you they were AIs. Only highly advanced and specially designed to seem realistic. 

Yet, there was still a doubt. 

“Have you made your choice?” Ray asked you on the fourth day. You’d just barely left the chatroom when Ray entered. The weight of the decision weighed on your mind, you knew he’d come to ask but you weren’t ready, and you weren’t even sure what you’re agreeing too. 

“I. I’m not sure yet.” You told him. Ray sat down next to you on the bed. 

“This place is wonderful, I hope you chose to stay with us.” Ray said. You glanced at your phone next to you. The screen just turned off, the RFA messenger still open if you turned it back on. 

“Ray, what is this place?” You asked him. His face didn’t give off any expression, he didn’t even seem to let the question sink in. 

“I can’t tell you now, but I promise once you go through your ceremony you’ll know everything.” 

Your ceremony? Those words made fear grip your heart. There was something off about this place. Something that made your stomach churn, and even though you were being offered a choice. There was something in you that told you really didn’t have a choice in this matter. 

Ray returned a few hours later, finally asking for your final decision. 

“I’ll return as soon as the game is over.” You told him. Despite the gut feeling that your choice didn’t matter. You wanted your stance to be clear. Ray’s face fell, clearly disappointed. 

He rubbed his wrists. “Ah… I see. If that is what you wish.” He glanced back up at you, stepped towards you. “But I worked so hard to make my preparations. So… could you at least take a look at what I have for you? Please?” 

This was a bad idea. You knew that, there was no way for this to go well. However, you also knew you couldn’t refuse him. 

He led you down winding hallways. The hugeness of the building finally dawned on you. You had seen it from the exterior when you were in the garden but now it was a whole different feeling. 

After several minutes of walking you came to Ray’s room. A dark room that looked to both be large but crowded with computer monitors and desktop computers. You had to squint to see clearly, the room really only primarily being lit by the light from the computers. Behind you Ray closed and locked the door. 

The feeling of unease in your chest was getting worse and worse. You realized he’d locked the door, trapping you inside. The heat from the computers made the room uncomfortably warm. Ray was talking to you, but you aren’t really paying attention at this point. Thinking more of potential exit routes. 

“There’s no need for a signature for this contract. You only have to take a special elixir developed at this place… as a promise that you’ll stay here.” Ray explained. Turning to face him you saw him holding a glass bottle in his hand. The contents an unnatural blue color. 

He continued to talk, but you weren’t listening. Your panic rising in your throat. Ray grabbed your hand. His grip is gentle yet firm, not letting you step away from him. He talked of paradise, a loss of pain, of happiness with him. The more he spoke the more you wanted to run away from him. Obviously this place wasn’t safe, and the more you worried about what the true nature of this place was. 

A sharp knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and cut Ray’s sentence off. You both stared at the door, Ray with a look of confusion and you with a look of hope. Ray hesitated before dropping your hand and walking towards the door. You whispered silent prayers to yourself, for anything that could let you run out of the room and out of this place. 

A hooded figure stood outside, their head bowed to hide their face. 

“We have a problem with the server room. This is an emergency.” The hooded figure said, listening to the stranger you couldn’t help but feel their voice was familiar somehow. 

“What? Of all the times.” Ray muttered. Then he looked back to the hooded figure, his brows knit together. “Hang on, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” The hooded figure spoke before Ray could continue his train of thought. 

“The Savior is also there. You must go now, Mr. Ray.” 

“Wait, this voice.” You held your breath, Ray tried to lean down to see the figure’s face but he lowered his hood further. 

You spoke up quickly. “This isn’t the time to be suspicious! You should hurry up and go Ray!” Ray turned back to look at you, then back at the bottle of elixir, then at the hooded figure again. Your heart raced in your chest, hoping that maybe he would actually leave. 

“I should. But before that.” He looked right into the hooded figure’s obscured face. “Take off your hood.” After a pause he nodded and reached up, but instead of pulling off the hood he pushed Ray back, the glass elixir bottle falling from his hands and shattering on the floor. 

The rest happened in slow motion, the figure yanked off his hood revealing a strikingly familiar face. Bright blue eyes stared right at you, the exact image of the RFA’s mysterious leader V. 

Still, you couldn’t help but ask who he was when he called to you. 

“It’s V! Jihyun!” He yelled. You gasped, eyes turning to Ray who was now standing up. This meant that the gut feeling you had was right. The RFA weren’t AI’s and Ray wasn’t a game developer, and looking back to V you realized he was your only way out of this place. 

Your thoughts were stopped by Ray who had begun yelling, other hooded figures began to appear as Ray pointed to V calling him an intruder. 

This was your chance, this was the only chance you had to escape this place. You ran forward reaching out to grab V’s hand, to run from this place to get out. From beside you, Ray was screaming and within seconds he’d grabbed your other arm twisting it behind you and pulling you away from V. 

A sharp pain shot through your arm and shoulder as Ray pulled back on the arm he’d twisted behind you and looking at V-

Had he just cringed? 

Was it because you did? Was it because of seeing Ray grab you, or? 

Ray’s screaming in your ear stopped you from going further. He was screaming at V now. Claiming that he’d never let V take you away, calling for guards, for anything. Your arm was aching behind you as V apologized to you. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll come back for you. I promise.” While Ray screamed at him you nodded back, watching V run from the room. 

Once Ray calmed down he let you go. Stumbling forward you held your injured arm, rubbing it to soothe the small ache. Your mind raced with thoughts of all kinds. The RFA was real, this wasn’t a game, this place was dangerous, and the thought that emerged to the front of your consciousness. Was it possible that V actually felt the same pain you had, without being touched? 

Ray left you alone in his computer room as he sought out the “Savior” leaving you with your swirling thoughts. You hadn’t even thought of taking your phone with you when Ray came to you. So you sat in silence, only the sound of the computer fans to keep you present and grounded.  

Twenty minutes after Ray left a brief sharp feeling hit your leg. You held the spot, was it even possible that it could be V? You’d assumed that Rika had been his soulmate, since they were going to be married. 

No, there was no way. It was just a coincidence. 

The next few days were some of the scariest. You had Ray, who was still trying to convince you to stay. Telling you repeatedly how V was a liar. Then V who asked you to say very little and keep a low profile while he figured out how to get you out. Then, before you could do much V had been captured by the Savior. Who you had learned was actually Rika, the creator of the RFA who had supposedly committed suicide six months before. 

Sitting in the Savior’s room you tried to keep your body language clear. You didn’t want to show her any sign of fear or hesitation, even though both of those things was gripping your throat tightly. If Rika could feel this fear coming from you, she didn’t say a word about it. Which somehow made you feel even worse. 

Sitting there a strange itchy feeling started in your throat. Like burning, you swallowed to try and get rid of the ache but found it did nothing. This pain must have been what your soulmate was feeling right now. Pondering this the uncomfortable feeling spread to your head, your vision blurred. Lightheadedness taking over, your limbs started to throb.  

You closed your eyes to try and make it look like maybe you were resting, trying to think of what your soulmate might be going through. The pain made your thoughts hazy. It was all you could focus on. The miserable feeling spread to your entire body, you weren’t even sure if you could stand on your own if you needed to. Cracking your eye open you saw Rika speaking to a believer. Despite Rika’s assurance that you wouldn’t be harmed you didn’t feel safe showing her any level of weakness. Afraid of her taking advantage of you in that state. 

After the sun had fallen over the horizon Rika approached you. Like Ray did days ago, she offered you a choice and decided to show you something. 

Clutching the wall you kept yourself upright. Your head was dizzy and your knees threatened to give out at any second. You kept yourself up at this point on pure adrenaline. Descending down a staircase your surroundings changed to what can only be described as a dungeon, like one from a film or book. 

Your heart nearly stopped seeing V. He laid crumpled on the hard stone floor, his face twisting in pain. His eyes completely glazed over. He looked to be in so much pain, you held yourself back from running to him. Rika was watching him, a look in her eyes that held nothing but disdain and disgust for him. 

“Ray gave you more than I wanted him too. I was hoping we could still chat.” Rika said. V’s eyes moved around the room, searching for the voice that was speaking to him. His eyes locked on you, his face looked relieved to see you. Thought it quickly twisted back in pain. 

Your brain was taken over by worry for V. He was clearly not in a good condition and by the way Rika was declining neither was she. And with how angry she was with V you worried about his safety. 

Staying still, both from fear and pain you heard a voice from behind you. 

“Shh! Quiet.” A familiar voice said. “You’re the coordinator right? Don’t answer. I said be quiet! We’re getting out of here.” Seven’s voice whispered in your ear. This was it, you were going to get out of this place. Watching V and Rika closely you watched as Rika turned away from V, now screaming into the wall. “Pick him up. Now, so that she wouldn’t notice.” Regardless of your aching body and dizziness you reached down for V, his arms holding onto your shoulders as you helped him to stand. Leaning on each other for support. 

One eye on Rika and the other of Seven beckoning you forward you left the dungeon and snuck out of the building. Breaking into a run once you were a safe distance away, Seven carrying V on his back you stumbled following them. 

Every step felt agonizing, still you tried to hide it. Right now V was the one in pain, and whatever you were feeling was just from your soulmate. V was far more important right now. 

The hours that followed were a blur, the three of you had hidden out in a safehouse Seven knew of. V was tucked into bed to rest and Seven told you he had called someone who could help him.  While Seven was working in the corner of the room you sat curled up in a chair with your head between your knees. The pain you felt was still so intense, and now that the adrenaline was leaving your body you realized just how bad it truly was. Your body felt like it was being torn limb from limb. Your head felt light while your arms felt like rocks and your head throbbed from behind your eyes. 

Seven’s friend, his maid? His coworker? Whoever Vanderwood was arrived not long after you did to the hideout. As soon as they was inside they started getting to work on giving V medicine and trying to assess his condition. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Vanderwood asked you once they were finished with V. Who was awake now, but still dully staring at everyone. You lifted your head, the pain was less intense now but still lingering in your body. 

“I’m okay.” You said. Vanderwood however didn’t look very convinced. 

“Did they drug you too? You look like he does.” Vanderwood pointed to V who was watching you now. Even Seven who had been working on his computer was taking a closer look at you. 

“No.” You said. “They didn’t drug me.” 

“Then why are you-” Vanderwood stopped and looked between you. “Wait, are you two soulmates?” Your head snapped up and looked at Vanderwood, and then at V who was staring at you with wide eyes now. 

You stuttered. “No, there’s no way we are.” Vanderwood glanced between you again. 

“Look at that wall for a second.” Vanderwood instructed you. Crossing your arms you turned your eyes away. You heard shuffling then a twinge of pain in your arm. Grabbing it you looked back to Vanderwood. Who was pinching V’s arm while V stared in confusion and slight horror. 

“Wait.” Seven stood up. “V, you always told us Rika was your soulmate.” 

“I-” V coughed, as he did you felt burning in your lungs. Seven waited for a second for V’s response but then shook his head. 

“You know what. Now isn’t the time.” Seven sat back down. “There are other things to worry about.” Seven picked up his computer setup. “I’m going to go to the other room to try and figure out this hacker situation. V, get some rest.” V nodded, a pained look on his face. Vanderwood sighed and followed Seven into the other room. Likely to grill him about what was going on, away from the two of you listening in.  

Even without looking you knew V was looking at you. Rubbing your arms you stayed quiet, under any other circumstance you likely would be happy to know you’ve met your soulmate. But looking at V, laying in that bed, and knowing about Rika, you felt nothing but worry, and a small bit of guilt. 

“I’m sorry.” V whispered to you. You shook your head, eyes closed.

“You don’t need to apologize to me V.” You said. “Just focus on getting better. For both of our sakes.” V stared at you a moment longer, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place. Something between longing and grief. Leaning back in your own seat you watched V drift to sleep. A million thoughts still swirling in your head. 

Recovery was slow, but you could feel V slowly gaining his strength back. You encouraged him. Especially during the moments he proclaimed his desire to return to Rika. You had tried to tell him that nothing good would come from going back. That him returning to Magenta wasn’t going to stop her. Even if he didn’t seem to agree something told you he was listening to you honestly. 

Neither of you talked about what you both knew about your soulmate status. Rika was still too fresh a wound and you were still trying to process it all. Still, you saw some of the looks V would give you when you weren’t looking. Or the way Seven and Vanderwood chose their words extremely carefully around the two of you.  

You never discussed it until the two of you went for a walk. Jihyun held onto you to keep himself steady. You both walked down the mountain trail letting yourselves be swallowed up by the trees surrounding the beaten path.  

“I feel that I’ve been unfair to you.” V said once you’d stopped for a moment. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him. 

“Our situation, it’s very complicated. And I know my relationship with Rika has only made it worse.” V said. You stared at the ground. 

“Did you think Rika was your soulmate?” You asked. You knew sometimes that could be the case with people, and based on V’s words. You couldn’t help but wonder. 

V sighed. “Once maybe. But perhaps I just wanted her to be. But, once my eyes were hurt I...” He shook his head trailing off his sentence. 

“I remember that.” You whispered, your hand touching under your eyes. “That was six months ago, right before Rika disappeared?” V sucked in a harsh breath. 

“Yes.” Hearing that, you couldn’t keep yourself from stepping forward and embracing  him. Pressing your face into his chest. You could still remember the agonizing pain from months ago, and seeing him in the flesh made that memory all the more painful.  

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” V was quiet, you almost pulled away to look at him. To make sure he was okay. 

V was quiet for a moment, your words seemingly not reaching him. His voice cracked when he spoke up again. “So this is what it feels like to be embraced by someone.” 

“Has no one ever held you before?” 

“No, Rika always needed to be held. The only person who wanted to hold me was…” He trailed off for a second. “Was my mother, before she passed.” You hugged him tighter, V hadn’t ever mentioned his mother to you before. 

You talked for a while longer. V talked of his mother, Rika. Even Jumin. As he spoke you could feel all the things he’d been holding in for years. Years of trauma and fear that he’d done everything in his power to disguise. After a while emotion choked him up, especially when he spoke of his mother. 

“I’m sorry.” He started. “It’s been a long time since I talked about her. My mother that is..” He wiped his eyes and sniffled. “If you don’t mind, I think I need a moment alone. To gather myself.”

“Will you be okay?” You asked him. He nodded. 

“I’ll be okay, be careful going back.” You nodded walking away slowly back down the mountain trail to the safehouse. Your thoughts kept your mind busy, thinking back to your conversation with V. In the time in the safehouse you’d never thought about your feelings for him. Everything had been so stressful, you’d never stopped to consider that maybe, you had fallen in love with him. Even if just the tiniest bit. 

The sight of the safehouse came into view, you were preparing to walk through the door. When a feeling came into your stomach, something painful and shocking. You gasped and fell to your knees squeezing your eyes shut. Something was wrong, very wrong. 

V was hurt. 

Your memories of what happened next are fuzzy, the pain had taken over every one of your senses, every once of your mind. Vaguely, you remember running. Screaming for Seven, looking for V. You remember how your heart sunk when you saw him, bleeding on the ground.

However you don’t remember the car journey, or even arriving at the hospital. Your memory only cleared while you sat in V’s room. Waiting for him in surgery,  then you remember talking with Jumin and watching V be returned to his room to recover. 

The best moment besides seeing his face, was feeling the pain subside from your stomach. Knowing he wasn’t hurting at all. 

As V recovered you knew Seven and Jumin were taking care of everything in the background. You heard bits of pieces from them as to what was happening, that Ray was only continuing to attack until he stopped. Rika had been in the chatroom, until she had stopped. However your mind was focused entirely on V during that time.  

One the day of the party was cancelled, Magenta was blown up, Ray inside. While that thought weighed on you and V. You couldn’t deny the sense of finality it had in your heart. Finally, this horrible saga seemed to have come to an end. Only recovery from here on out. 

“I’m going to have my eyes operated on soon.” V told you, you were sitting next to him. Focused on the news of Rika’s arrival at the party venue. “Turns out Jumin already scheduled an operation for me.” 

You laughed gently. “Sounds like Jumin.” He smiled at you. 

“I hoped that I could start my new life after my eyes are cured but, it’ll take time to fully free myself from Rika.” You nodded. “I care for you, very much but.” He looked at you, holding to your hand. “I want to be a complete person, I want to find what is precious within me.” 

You smiled, although your heart ached you held that positive look. As you looked into his eyes you saw something you’d never seen in him before. You could have sworn you saw hope. 

“Take all the time you need.” You said, speaking honestly. 

The first time you remember feeling your soulmate's pain was when you were five years old. You’d been sitting at home when a sharp pain hit your knee. Now, you stood at the airport, watching the plane V was in as it was about to take off. You weren’t sure when he’d come back, only knowing that he would someday. 

Tears filled your eyes as you waited with Jumin and Seven next to you. The plane started down the runway and lifted into the air raising higher and higher, you watched it until it disappeared out of sight and into the clouds above. 

“Ouch!” You said grabbing your arm, it felt like someone had just pinched you but looking at Jumin who was standing next to you his hands in his pockets there was no way it was him who had done it. 

A smile grew on your face as you realized. Going for you other arm, you smiled as you pinched your own arm. Knowing V on that plane felt it too. 

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[saeyoungs-sunflower]

As Sweet As It Is Bitter (Jumin Han)

I personally feel that this part of Jumin’s story doesn’t get talked about enough. So I wanted to give my interpretation of it.

Warnings / Notes:

Spoilers for the Secret Endings

Alcohol abuse, grief, general sad times. Big ol’ bag of angst here.

Brief mentions of violence/injury.

This isn’t intended to be Jumin x V, but if that’s how you wanna read it then go for it. It’s down to your interpretation/what floats your boat.

Playlist:

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Say Something - A Great Big World

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel

Artwork also helped inspire me when writing this, especially art by the absolutely incredible @sikuzxxx​ . They are ridiculously talented and I encourage you to check out their art if you haven’t already. Here are the pieces that inspired me most: 1 / 2 / 3 / 

It was straightforward, really.

Unlock door. Enter. Shut door. Hang up coat. Take off shoes.

It was routine, the same as it was yesterday and the same as it will be tomorrow. Yet, it couldn’t feel more wrong. Something as simple as unlocking a door became foreign to him when a steady hand was replaced with clumsy fingers, and a quiet mind became swarmed with static.

Jumin loosened his tie and undid the top button of his black shirt. He stepped into the centre of his penthouse, a bouquet of chrysanthemums under one arm and his head reeling. He stood motionless, staring out into the city through the large glass panels. He couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t understand how it was that, despite everything they had, this was the way it ended. After every family dinner, every walk home from school together, every bottle of wine shared, this was the way God had planned their friendship to come to a close. Before, he would have guessed that it would end in a hospital, with silver hair and cracked skin, fond memories and shared joy in abundance; but instead it ended with bullets and screams and whatever it is that nightmares are born of. It was no place for the end.

Jumin surveyed the room, a dark and hollow space only visible by the illumination of nearby buildings. He was completely and utterly alone.

Therefore, for the first time in his twenty-seven years of life, Jumin Han let himself break.

He took out a bottle of red wine, pouring himself a generous glass. And then another, and then another, until he gave up on the glass all together, instead opting for strangling the neck of the bottle as he emptied it of its poison. With every drop that passed his lips, the scene that played in his head grew more vivid as reality began to blur.

The scene started with him sprinting through the building, guards on either side of him as they rounded the corner, stopping in their tracks when they spotted the intimidating doors that lay ahead. He had made one step towards them when he heard the gunshot, and then did not hesitate to charge towards the doors, bursting through.

He can see his body now, limp and resting in a pool of rich red. He could literally see the life flowing out of V with every passing second as he merely looked on, utterly helpless. He couldn’t help, he was too late.

He didn’t say goodbye.

With a frustrated grunt Jumin stumbled towards the bedroom but stopped himself halfway, his eyes landing on the bunch of flowers that he had brought back from the venue, already starting the wither and the petals starting to fall. That was the first crack.

It started with a single drop gliding down his cheek, that rested on the tip of his chin before falling onto his dark tie. He impatiently wiped his face, standing tall and looking straight ahead, but it all in vain. Without warning nor control, every tear that had remained unshed had surfaced and poured.

He should just go to bed. Leave this day behind him. He had his closure now, it was time to move on and to be the man he was before all this chaos. To be Jumin Han again.

Then why did he remain where he stood?

Jumin dug the heels of his palms into his eye sockets hard enough to see stars as his knees buckled beneath him, his frame crumbling to the floor. He was renowned for his stoicism, practicality, and his unwavering ability to keep whatever pain that threatened to bite to only get as far as barking at his door. But tonight, he let himself entertain the torturous idea of the hypothetical, the ‘could have’s and the ‘should have’s that may have saved the life of the only man, the only human being who he wanted to be by his side until his last breath. The one who stayed with no conditions attached, who loved Jumin truly and effortlessly. A companionship, a bond like no other; Jumin and Jihyun. The rich kids. As similar as night and day, but just as perfectly matched. Friends, brothers.

What if he had tried calling him an extra time? What if he had gotten into his car and hunted him down himself? What if he called the helicopter five minutes earlier? Was that all it took? Could he have done it?

But he still couldn’t understand. His door had always been open, his light always left on, waiting for V to come to him. To ask for his help, to tell him where he’s been hiding away, and why he thought that the darkness was more forgiving when walked through alone.

He wanted to scream, not realising that he already was until his voice broke and died out.

He just simply couldn’t understand how V didn’t realise his own worth. How he didn’t know the extent to which the world needed his kindness, his warmth. How he could let his life be thrown away like that, a life as rare and giving as his was.

Maybe it wasn’t that Jumin couldn’t understand, perhaps he just wouldn’t. If this was the bliss of ignorance, then what kind of hellish agony did knowledge feel like?

Jumin’s hands trembled as he grasped the empty wine bottle so fiercely that his knuckles turned white, contrasting the red of his blood-shot eyes. His impulses took over as he launched the bottle at the wall, droplets of red wine scattering across the cream walls as shards of glass showered around him.

He rested his forehead against the icy floor and slammed his fist against it, hardly registering the sharp pain of glass piercing his flesh. He intertwined his fingers whilst he desperately prayed. Not to God, but to whom he had lost.

Please, V, not yet. Don’t let go yet. Tell me it’s not true.

We were going to grow old together. You were going to be my best man, and I yours. What about all the laughs, smiles, memories, that now we’ll never have? We were meant to have longer than this. I’m begging you, Jihyun. You always believed in magic, please believe in it one last time. Come back.

For the love of God, don’t leave me here alone.

Minutes, maybe hours past in that position, until his tears ran dry and his voice grew rough. Jumin tried to move, but the dizzying effect of sitting up meant it took him a moment to become steady before he dragged himself to the wall. He rested his back against it, elbows on his bent knees and his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Grief was a funny little thing. It gnawed at you from the inside, feeding on everything that had any flavour of regret or devastation. But, in a twisted sort of way, it was such a beautiful thing to love so deeply that the wound was just as deeply felt. Unfortunately, the love Jumin felt during his grief also ate away at him, since it was left abandoned with no place to go when the one person it would run to was gone.

Perhaps God saw how tired and wounded his friend was and showed mercy on him by letting him rest, by bringing him home. In that case, was Jumin not home? Did Jihyun not have a home on earth at all? What a tragic life, if the only home you have to go back to at the end of the day is Heaven. But at least Jihyun had peace now, even if that was something that Jumin couldn’t provide.

Jumin used these ideas in an attempt to convince himself that grief was bittersweet. He only wished that the taste which lingered on his tongue was as sweet as it was bitter.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he did recall the flashing images of Jihyun’s lifeless and icy body as it laid frozen before everything went black, and he slowly began to slip into the realm of a dream.

A warm light pierced through the darkness, revealing a tall figure as they made their way towards Jumin, and his eyes pricked when he identified the burst of mint-coloured hair.

Jihyun embraced Jumin and his tears resurfaced, streaming down his face before floating away into the oblivion. Jihyun pulled back, looking into the eyes of his oldest friend, his voice soft as he spoke.

“You’re okay, Jumin. You’re not as alone as you’ve tricked yourself into believing you are, alright? I’m never too far away, but you’ve also got to take a look around you. Stop being afraid now. Stop letting your emotions run just below the surface. If you open up your heart, you aren’t going to bleed out; you’re going to set yourself free.”

Jumin’s lips curled into a faint smile, “Always so cheesy.”

“That’s me,” Jihyun chuckled. “Be brave. For me.”

“If it’s for you, I’d do anything.”

“Then live. Please, for Christ’s sake, Jumin. Just live.”

“…Alright. But,“ he had to ask, he had to know, “Jihyun, what could I have done-“

But Jihyun faded away before Jumin had a chance to finish, before he had time to ask what could have saved him, and to say everything that he didn’t get to say the day he left. To say thank you for everything he taught him, to ask where it went wrong; to say goodbye. But he disappeared, just like he did before. Without warning, without explanation. As if he was never there at all.

The light of the morning sun blinded Jumin when he pried his eyes open the next day, a pounding in his head and every movement sending a wave of nausea through him. He found himself lying in fragments of glass, the ringing in his ear returning as he sat up straight. He checked the time.

8:17am. He would usually be at work by this time-

His thought was interrupted by an incoming call, every ring feeling like a strike against the head. Jumin squinted as he read the contact name before answering.

“Assistant Kang.”

“Mr. Han, is everything alright? You are scheduled to have a meeting in less than an hour, would you like me to cancel it?”

“No need, just push it forward by an hour. I’ll be there soon,” Jumin croaked, his voice coarse and weak.

“…Mr. Han, if I dare to make a suggestion, I think you should rest today. You must have had a rough-“

“Jaehee.”

The woman on the other side was caught off-guard, which was evident by the pause before her response, “Y-yes?”

“Move the meeting,” he attempted to say sternly, but it came out with a tinge of desperation, “Please.”

“…Okay, sir. I will see you soon.”

“Yes, see you soon.”

Jumin hung up, prying himself off the floor when his gaze once again fell on the bunch of white flowers, some now stained with red wine. He reached for the only pristine one, extracting the flower and moving towards his desk, taking out two pieces of parchment paper and the heaviest hardback he could find on the bookshelf. With careful hands, he placed the flower in the middle of the sheets of paper, before slipping them between the pages of the book. Lastly, he rested a paper weight on top and stepped back. Jumin never used to be overly sentimental, but he had experienced a lot of firsts recently, so what was one more?

He showered, he ate, he dressed himself. He fed Elizabeth the Third and brushed his teeth. There was a knock at the door as he was fixing his tie in the mirror, and he told them to enter as he smoothed down his jacket.

“The car is ready when you are, sir,” said Driver Kim.

“Thank you. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Yes, sir.”

When he heard the door click shut, Jumin peered out the windows, looking out into the sky where the clouds gathered and the sun shone. He smiled. An unconvincing one, but a smile nonetheless.

It was a pleasure, old friend. Rest well now. I will see you again, but not soon. I have some things to do before I join you.

One day he would be able to start afresh. One day he could fulfil Jihyun’s wish. To seek help, to open up his heart, to set himself free of his threads. To live.

But today was not that day. Today he had to be the Jumin Han that everyone knew. Executive Director, heir of C&R International. Leader of the RFA.

It was routine, the same as yesterday and the same as it will be tomorrow.

Put on shoes. Shrug on coat. Open door. Exit. Lock door.

And yet, it couldn’t feel more wrong.

He let his mind wander on the drive to the office as he watched out the car window, letting the sun’s rays caress his face. It was a comfort, a gentle and constant reminder that his friend was, indeed, never too far away.

I miss you, and I won’t forget you, but I’ll let you go now. In time, I’ll do what you’ve asked of me. Be patient, have faith.

I will live. For you.

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[apenapaperandadoofus]

Could i request MC making the RFA+V+Saeran/ray/unknown happy cry?

I love this! Absolutely! Sorry for being a bit inactive btw! I just haven’t been feeling so well emotionally ;;;;

MC making the RFA+V and Saeran (+alters) happy cry:

Zen:

When Zen saw what you did for him, he knew you were the one

When he came home, he saw you with his brother

Yes, you heard that right

Apparently, one night when Zen got super drunk, he began looking through os albums and cried, telling you how bad he actually wanted to see his family again, to try and patch things up

Well, the next day, you coincidentally met Zen’s brother!

Honestly, you wanted to kick his butt for how he made Zen feel, but you thought that maybe that was not such a good idea, so you decided to try and talk things out with him, you know, like grown ups

It turned out, that, well. Zen’s brother actually... regretted everything.

The more years that passed, the more he realized how wrong he was. How wrong his parents were, I mean, he actually had recently had a child too, and when he imagined telling them what he said to Zen...he felt so guilty

So you invited him over!

Zen looked like he was ready to faint.

You left so they could talk for a bit, and when you came back they were both smiling and talking about embarassing stories of baby Zen lmao

When it was getting late, his brother stood up, and thanked you for reuniting them, he promised to call Zen again and to go out for coffee some other day

When he left...it was quiet

You looked over at Zen, and before you could open your mouth to ask him if he was alright, he hugged you tight whispering so many thank you’s

And then he started shaking....and he was crying

“ZEN?! I’m sorry, wait did I do something wrong?! Why are you crying?!”

“It’s alright babe. They’re happy tears....thank you....”

Yoosung:

Yoosung was feeling a bit down

You didn’t know what was wrong, but he was pretty depressed

So you decided to cook for him his favorite food, and then you made a little fort so the two of you could watch his favorite movies

When he came home, you welcomed him and hugged him tight, and then you led him to the kitchen, were you had made tons of food and even some cookies!

For the first time in a while, you saw Yoosung smile. The two of you spent a great night, and while you were cuddling Yoosung held you tight and smiled

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t been myself latel.y...it’s just...sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for you.”

You shook your head and cupped his face in your hands. “Yoosung Kim, listen to me. You’re the most wonderful man I have ever met, and you always give me more than enough. Don’t think that.”

Yoosung slowly smiled and he started tearing up, and he kissed you. “I love you, Y/N.”

The both of you spent the night in each other’s arms, and you didn’t stop smiling the whole time.

Jaehee:

Everything was perfect

Zen was about to come home with Jaehee. The two of them had been out to do some shopping and they didn’t come till late at night.

You paced around the room, feeling so freaking anxious.

Then, the door opened.

“Ah Zen! Why don’t you come in, we have plenty of food from yesterday, and we’d be more than happy to have you eat with us.”

Zen laughed and shook his head, looking around the room with a little smirk on his face. “No, no, don’t worry Jaehee! I think now you should spend time with Y/N, after all, I stole you for almost the whole day! Have fun, the two of you~”

Jaehee and Zen both said their goodbyes, and when he left, Jaehee looked around the room and called your name.

“Where are they?” She thought, and as she made her way through her room, she gasped as she saw the floor was filled with rose petals, all leading to the living room

When she got there, she smiled as she saw all around the room were little pictures of the two of you, mementos of your dates and the times you spent together scattered around the room.

Then, as she turned around, she saw you kneeling down on one knee, a ring on your hand.

Before you could even ask the question though, Jaehee squealed and hugged you, screaming yes and smiling happily.

When she pulled away to kiss you, you tears falling from her eyes, and you couldn’t help but cry too.

It was absolutely amazing, and you had never seen Jaehee so happy in her life!

Jumin:

It was your wedding.

The two of you were having your first dance, and you were swaying back and forth, leaning your forehead against his.

Jumin smiled as the two of you made your way along the dance room, and he would sometimes whisper in your ear sweet words.

That night was the happiest one of your life, and at one point the two of you left for a bit to take a walk in the garden that was in the venue.

There, Jumin held your hand and hugged you tight. And then he kissed you.

Then, Jumin started shaking and you pulled away a bit worried, but you saw him smile as some small tears made their way down his face.

“I’m so happy love....that I got to meet you...that I’m with you right now. You’re my everything, and I love you so much. Thank you, for giving me happiness and a reason to wake up every morning.”

The two of you hugged under the stars, and cried happy tears as you whispered words of love to each other.

Saeyoung:

“SURPRISE!!!”

Saeyoung yelped as he saw the lights in the living room turn on, and the whole RFA cheering while confetti was being thrown around everywhere.

“W-WHA?!” He screamed, and you laughed as you made your way to him, a party hat on your hand.

“Happy birthday Saeyoung!” You said as you put the hat on him.

“W-wait, Y/N, did...did you plan this!?” He asked.

“Mmm, sorta! Saeran was the one who gave me the idea, and then along with the RFA we all got together to throw you a surpir birthday party!”

Saeyoung smiled as he looked at all his friends and family. That afternoon the whole group had such an amazing time, and when everyone left and Saeran went to his room, Saeyoung gave you a big kiss.

“Thank you Y/N. This was the best birthday ever. But I mean...you shouldn’t have...I don’t know if I really deserve all of this...”

“Nonsense! Saeyoung, both you and your brother deserve the best of the best. And I want you to know that me and the RFA care about you so much, we all love you, and we want you to be happy.”

Saeyoung looked at you with a shocked expression on his face, and slowly smiled as tears formed on the corner of his eyes.

He hugged you and kissed your forehead, looking at you with adoration.

“I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

V:

You were both at home, laying on your bed and cuddling.

It had been about two years since the whole RFA fiasco, and the both of you were reminiscing about old memories.

Then, V turned around to face you, and cupped your face in his hands.

“Honestly Y/N....looking back now...I honestly don’t know where I would be if you hadn’t come to us back then...thank you.”

You smile and leaned in to V’s touch. “Jihyun. I love you so much. I’m so glad I met you. You’re the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I’m so happy everyday I get to spend time with you. I love you.”

V smiled and tears slowly formed on the corner of his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away and chuckled.

“Sorry, it’s just. Whenever you say things like that to me...I feel so happy. The happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you.”

Saeran:

Ray:

He felt like a complete failure, and he didn’t want to talk to anyone, even you.

He was hiding in the gardens, and he hadn’t talked to you the whole day, so you decided to go and check on him

You found him sitting on a bench, and as soon as he saw you, he was ready to run away, but you grabbed his arm.

He quickly pulled away from you and looked guiltily to the ground. “You shouldn’t...Why are you even here? I’m not worth it, you should be in bed right now....you’re always so kind to me, and I don’t understand it! I’m useless, I’m nothing and you-”

“Ray. Please don’t say that.” You quickly hugged him tight, making Ray gasp. And when you pulled away you gently caressed his cheeks, smiling softly.

“Ray. I like you. I really do. And it always hurts me to see you in so much pain. You’re strong Ray, you have done so much for me and for everyone, you’re the one who works the hardest. Please, never ever say that you’re useless or worthless, because those are all lies. You’re nothing like that! You’re a kind and compassionate person, you’re just...so amazing. So please....”

Ray looked at you, speechless, and he slowly buried his face on the crook of your neck, softly crying.

“Y-Y/N...thank you...you’re so...so kind....thank you...and I...I’m happy that the person I like likes me back.”

Unknown:

He was sick

He didn’t want to admit it, of course

But you spent the whole day taking care of him, no matter how many times he may have yelled or ordered you to go away.

“I’ve already told you, I’m fine so let me go and work”

“No. You’re going to stay in bed, and try to recover. You’re only going to make it worse if you go try to work! I’ll do everything today, so please rest!”

Begrudgingly, he accepted, and you spent the whole day working your ass off. Unknown didn’t know how to feel...he hadn’t been taken care of for so long.

At one point he felt so dizzy. He didn’t know if he was dreaming or not, and sometimes he would get up and anxiously look around the room, and once he saw you there he would relax and go back to sleep.

At about midnight, you woke up to Unknown stirring around, and you slowly made your way towards the bed and sat on the corner.

“Hey...are you feeling better?”

“Come here.” He ordered, and you were taken by surprise.

“Hey. Come here, next to me.”

You cautiously laid beside Unknown, and you felt his arms wrap around you.

“Mmm, I want to stay like this for a while...” he grumbled.

And then you realized. Oh shit he’s half asleep, so he’s probably saying nonsense.

You tensed up as Unknown hugged you tighter, and made you turn around to look at him. “Hey. You know, today you were pretty good. I’m sorry for being a bother.”

You shook your head. “N-no, it’s alright! I’m actually kinda happy...you’ve never depended on me before and...well...I really liked taking care of you. And I am more than happy to do your job! You deserve some rest, and you’ve been working so hard, so please, take breaks sometimes! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you!”

Unknown’s eyes widened, and you swore you could see a tiny tear make its way down before he smiled and looked the other way.

“Yeah...thank you. I guess you’re a good assistant too.” He grumbled, and then he went back to bed, a little smirk tugging on his lips.

The next day when you woke up, he wasn’t there, but he did leave you a bit of food and a note that said ‘Thank you. You fucked up the coding yesterday though by the way.’

GE! Saeran:

It was your anniversary, and the two of you were sitting outside, in Saeran’s garden, looking up at the night sky.

At one point you stood up from your chair and sat on Saeran’s lap, making him blush and smile up at you.

You both kissed, and then Saeran leaned his forehead against yours.

“Y/N. I love you. Words can’t describe how much you mean to me. You’re the best thing in my life.”

You smiled. “You’re the best thing in my life too Saeran. I want to spent the rest of my days with you.”

“Good thing you say that because....” Saeran suddenly took out a little box out of his pocket and you gasped as you saw that inside was a beautiful ring. “Y/N.” He smiled, tears slowly forming. “I...I really love you. And I want to spend my whole life with you, I want us to always be together, I want to wake up everyday with you beside me and go to sleep with you in my arms. So...will you please marry me?”

You squealed a yes and kissed him, making him laugh as the two of you cried.

“Y/N, I just...I can’t explain how happy I am right now.” He hugged you tight and the two of you spent the night in each other’s embrace.

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