#LOLOL believe it or not i actually began work on this right after you sent in the ask but it did take me a few hours to fill SOOO...still fa

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

-gently kicks thru the door- how did i only now find ur blog hot dang. hey if ur still doing requests or prompts.. consider... a thing where jack takes care of rhys. just like in whatever way u might want to take that. im thinking like rhys is sick and is 2 pitiful to take care of himself but u can totally... smut that up to ur own tastes should u so desire. yes the first time i interact w/ u its to ask for smut and no this is not out of character for me sdjgskhhffh im so srry

It’s a big internet out there and this blog is only 3 years old…. it happens heheheh xD And you caught me in an excellent mood SO:

This labeled as Assistance. Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Rhys was frustrated.

Not just because he’d tripped over his own damn feet bringing Jack his morning coffee, nor from the resultant fracture to his left hand that the doctors told him to absolutely not use for the remaining two weeks as it healed nicely, and not even from the fact that his right hand needed recalibration after the embarrassing face-plant in front of the CEO’s desk.

No, he was frustrated because Jack– for all his teasing and braying laughter- was actually being nice about Rhys’ clumsy fall, had shunted off the majority of hand-intensive work to his secretary, and was being extra considerate and handsy with him in the office in ways that set Rhys’ heart beating faster.

In the very sense of the word, Rhys was getting desperate, and desperation lead to… creativity.

His cybernetic arm was a mechanical wonder of technology, yes, but even without the calibration it so sorely needed, it wasn’t quite the same– or welcoming- as his flesh hand.

He’d considered asking Jack to recalibrate it for him- more than a few times- but the idea of letting his boss into his subsystems and opening up his hardware was…. Well… Jack had a questionable attention span already, and coupled with his brilliant mind, Rhys was worried about what he could possibly put in there. Spyware. Weird voice commands. Or worse, with the connection to his echoeye, he might encounter all the very-specific searches Rhys had done about the man on the echonet.

Not worth it, in his opinion.

His right hand was… usable, yeah, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t what he’d call ambidextrous, and the lag in how his fingers worked– imperceptible to others but frustratingly off to him- made even the most enthusiastic jerking-session a lesson in persistence.

He was horny was the thing. Crazy horny. Unable-to-ignore and stressed-out-of-his-mind-and-required-release horny. Release was good, the relief itself a blessing, but he wasn’t satisfied. And the fact that his insanely-attractive boss almost seemed to be touching him more than normal in encouragement, watching him more keenly than usual in case he needed assistance, wasn’t helping matters.

Of course he could have just been being paranoid, and Jack himself was more observant than he was given credit for. But if Rhys didn’t figure out some way to get himself off that wasn’t shamefully sticking it in a sock and fucking between the mattress, then he was probably going to end up short-circuiting something.

And then he’d be out two hands and up one easily-encouraged boner and he could just kiss his professional reputation goodbye.

Not that he didn’t feel he was doing that already.

Jack had given him half days to rest– or more like half-weeks. Rhys spent some days working from the couch in his apartment– or his bed when feeling particularly lazy- and other days spent in the office with the CEO doing not much else than fetching coffee or looking pretty when Jack yelled at people.

He was doing that now, actually, listening to music and working remotely with his echotablet from bed to organize things for Jack’s meeting tomorrow.

Well speak of the devil. A notification popped up on his echoeye; the personal chat Jack had had him install mainly so he could write snarky comments to the younger man during meetings. Though it also proved very useful to quickly communicate since Rhys’ hands weren’t doing what he wanted them to these days.

→J4ckRule5: ive got some shit I need you to personally look through→J4ckRule5: stuff for 2morrow these idiots didnt send in the brief

Crap. What timing.

←Rhy5winz: Do you need me to come in?→J4ckRule5: nah ill drop it by your crappy little apartment after work→J4ckRule5: been meaning to see if that part of helios needs fumigating again :p←Rhy5winz: >>:|←Rhy5winz: Thanks for your kindness and consideration, sir.

There was a pause, and Rhys smirked to himself. Jack was probably laughing at his own jokes, but even more at Rhys’ overly polite response. They were hardly this courteous to one another anymore after working together so long, and his own way of handling his boss made him grin. Jack’s response met his expectations entirely; probably bored with nothing better to do than bug him.

→J4ckRule5: U mad? (:

Rhys smirked.

←Rhy5winz: I don’t know what you mean, sir.←Rhy5winz: Please take care when coming down here.←Rhy5winz: Don’t want any vermin biting our CEO.

Rhys was amused as he waited for Jack to get back to him, the CEO typing for ages it felt, when Rhys realized something.

Shit. He was getting hard over Jack’s playful messages. Really? Over a few innocent texts from his boss about work? Seriously? That’s what was getting him excited nowadays? Jesus he needed to take the edge off ASAP because this wasn’t just embarrassing, but downright insulting. Not to mention what it said about him to be getting all hot over Jack’s denigrating teasing.

Rhys stared at his tented boxer briefs with judgment as Jack’s response was overlaid right over the tip of his dick.

→J4ckRule5: dont get ur panties in a twist there pumpkin ;D

Rhys’ dick twitched at that.

Fuck.

Even as he was disappointed in his cock’s lack of taste in what was erotic, he was already palming himself through his underwear with his metallic hand. Maybe he could make this work.

→J4ckRule5: if u even own panties

Rhys’ brows shot up in interest and a spike of undue alarm at the thought that Jack knew what he was doing went through him– and made his cock harder.

→J4ckRule5: speaking of which:→J4ckRule5: do u own panties? (;

Rhys actually laughed, a husky sound as his cock liked this conversation very much so, and didn’t give much thought as to the appropriateness of the topic.

←Rhy5winz: You can’t bring up a topic and then say ‘speaking of which’, Jack.→J4ckRule5: i just did ;p→J4ckRule5: dont change the subject

Rhys’ chewed on his lips, his breathing deep and hips moving just a little of their own volition against his hand. He freed his cock from its confines and stroked himself, cursing the lag and responsiveness of his hand, but making do.

←Rhy5winz: Wouldn’t you like to know→J4ckRule5: i would ;D→J4ckRule5: answer the question kitten. im really bored here

Rhys allowed his mind to wander, to fantasize over any possible subtext. Bored. Right. The idea that Jack was bored and jerking off in his chair gave him a little thrill. That he was talking to Rhys of all people while possibly doing so made him very excited indeed.

←Rhy5winz: Sorry sir, that is classified information.←Rhy5winz: You don’t have access :p→J4ckRule5: brat→J4ckRule5: and how does one gain access? ;D

Okay, this was some next-level flirting for Jack; playing along and furthering the teasing. And that response was fast. He was either super bored and having a laugh at Rhys’ expense, or he was passing the time by playing a little five-on-one.

Good idea or not, Rhys wasn’t the one writing his responses to the older man so much as his cock was, and all the thoughts of Jack’s hands on him in the office– little innocent but overly familiar touches- was adding to the novelty of the experience.

←Rhy5winz: This is pretty privileged information←Rhy5winz: I don’t know. Maybe you should work harder→J4ckRule5: OH believe me cupcake im the hardest worker on this station

Rhys made a little noise at that, now certain Jack had his dick in hand and taking out his boredom at Rhys’ expense. Well, teasing the CEO back was probably safe at this point, right? He knew Jack appreciated some good word play, and though it was risky, he decided to let the older man know he knew what he was up to. It wasn’t like Jack didn’t make dirty jokes in the office constantly. Turnaround was fair play.

←Rhy5winz: I have no doubt you are ;)←Rhy5winz: Sucks having to take matters into your own hands

Jack was typing for several moments, Rhys’ heart beating and his cock pulsing as he awaited the response. It was shorter than all that typing lead him to expect, making him curious what the older man might’ve sent instead.

→J4ckRule5: ur killin me here cupcake

Rhys snickered at the response, waiting for more, but none came. Huh. Well, that was anticlimactic, though it was useful as he was harder than ever (or as hard as he’d been since the injury) and he quickly forgot about their conversation in lieu of inflating it for masturbation fantasies.

It was going pretty well, actually, and he’d have to thank Jack (in some roundabout way, of course… maybe a cheese and sausage basket to be funny) because he knew it wasn’t going to be a goddamn nightmare trying to get himself off this time. No lubed-up and ruined socks– which was a crime in itself- nor errant twitching of uncalibrated fingers to throw off his delicate movements on his poor neglected cock.

No, rubbing himself against his thighs was actually working pretty nicely, and the smooth metal of his fingers warmed with his body heat actually felt really good. Imagining Jack at his desk imagining Rhys was doing it for him, and rereading their conversation from earlier only added more substance to his fantasy.

So when Jack himself stuck his head around the corner of Rhys’ doorjamb, the younger man thought he was just getting really good at visualizing what he wanted– for approximately a quarter of a second.

Rhys made an impossible sound between a gulp and a squeak– impressive in Jack’s opinion- as he quickly pulled a pillow over himself, face crimson and speechless that Jack was in his apartment, let alone his bedroom.

“Heeeeey cupcake… Whatcha doin’?”

The dirty leer on Jack’s face told Rhys the older man knew exactly what he’d been doing. There was no way out of this, and Jack looked about as pleased as anyone finding someone else jerking their dick possibly could.

“H-How– How did you get in here? Why are you in here?!”

“Was gonna deliver that stuff to you but forgot it halfway after those dirty texts you sent me, kitten. Not to mention, the door locks on this level are ridiculously easy to hack.”

Jack’s grin was predatory, shark-like, and it did funny things to Rhys’ stomach, and furthermore, his cock beneath the pillow.

“This how you’ve been using these work-at-home days? It’s not like I’d stop you if you wanted to do this at the office, kiddo.”

Rhys whined, embarrassed, frustrated, tired, and goddamn horny and just wanting a little relief. His damn cock was still hard beneath the pillow.

It had flagged a little, yeah, but with the object of his fantasy right goddamn there and the way Jack was leering at him, well… Rhys’ cock was a dirty goddamn traitor and he wasn’t getting out of this situation gracefully.

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?”

Jack’s eyes were darting between his face and the pillow, interest and amusement there both but not yet moving closer, and Rhys was so close yet not, and so goddamn fucking frustrated he didn’t even care at this point and rambled quickly to the older man. “…I’ve had a rough week and shit timing and no sleep and I hate this damn cast and being useless and I can’t sleep-” he repeated, “-and nothing is working how it should and I can’t even do my job right and I feel useless here.”

“That it?” Jack asked smugly, still looking expectantly at the pillow.

Rhys knew he was not going to drop the topic, so he internally said fuck it and just blurted out: “…and I’m just really pent up and this isn’t fucking working and if I don’t get off I’m going to strangle someone… with someone else’s hands,” he growled.

A pleased shiver went up Jack’s back as a smirk took his face, and he moved closer as if his personal assistant’s dick wasn’t out and leaking beneath a Hyperion-branded pillow. “Babe, kitten, is that all? If you were horny you could’ve just said so. I’d have been down here ten minutes ago.”

Jack sat down next to him, a hand starting at his thigh and disappearing under the pillow. He heard the way Rhys’ breath hitched, the younger man’s face becoming less red with embarrassment and more pink with arousal, and his whole body very aware of the path Jack’s hand was taking. When it made contact with his shaft, Rhys made a mumbled sort of whimper in his throat, eyes shutting tightly as Jack’s big hand wrapped around his cock and gave him a gentle squeeze. Rhys whined pathetically, and Jack cozied up into his space to whisper smugly into the younger man’s ear.

“Baby,” Jack said, breath hot on Rhys’ skin as he allowed his face to touch Rhys’ own just barely. “I’m always up to get you what you need. Even if all you need is to get off.” He gave him a stroke and Rhys’ hand shot out to grab Jack at the man’s shoulder, bending a little at the waist towards Jack as it felt so damn good and was just what he needed and god he wanted Jack to stroke him.

Jack pressed his lips to Rhys’ neck where the younger man’s flesh was exposed to him, grinning and feeling his own cock rallying in his jeans as he played with Rhys.

The pillow was flung away, and Jack wrapped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the other giving him long, tight strokes that passed over his cockhead every few. It was rougher than Rhys was used to– but he was so on edge and it was so goddamn satisfying and it was Jack doing it to him- and he came relatively quickly with pleased little cries over the older man’s hand.

Jack wiped his hand on Rhys’ sheets before hooking a hand behind his neck and kissing the younger man senseless. It totally blew Rhys’ mind.

Sex was one thing, kissing was another, and Rhys was thrown through so many loops and twists and turns of defied expectations that he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around his boss, the Handsome Jack, and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Jack’s heavy breathing and the way the older man’s kisses turned to nipping bites was already rallying Rhys’ cock for a second time, but he pulled away when Jack broke it, a filthy look of desire on his face that Rhys’ attention was only stolen from by the older man’s tented pants.

“Jack, I-I want to– to– fuck,” he cursed, wanting more than anything to return the favor and get his hands on his boss’s dick like something out of one of his fantasies. Neither of his hands were up to the job and the last thing he wanted to do was have the CEO think he was shit at handjobs, but the way Jack was tenting his own jeans was nothing to tease about. He’d done that to the CEO, and dammit, he really wanted to do something memorable to it.

“Maybe next time, sweet pea,” Jack laughed at Rhys’ words, a big hand on Rhys’ thigh as he bit at the younger man’s neck. “When you’re all healed up and I don’t have a meeting with distribution in an hour. Maybe in my big yellow chair, mm?”

Rhys’ eyes widened as he looked at the older man. Next time? Wait… he wanted to fuck him?

Jesus Antwerp Christ, Rhys must’ve actually fell on his head and not his hand, and he was having a coma-wet-dream right now, because that was right up there in his impossible bucket-list of imaginary jerk-off material.

“In the meantime baby, you don’t need your hands to give a blowjob, right?”

Rhys swallowed and his mouth watered, and at this point he didn’t give a shit about Jack’s smug look that said he knew he was going to get what he wanted, or that insufferable grin that knew how much Rhys wanted to give it to him.

No, the younger man slid off his unmade bed, cock still out at half-mast, to eagerly get between Jack’s knees while the older man chuckled with arousal and undid his belt and fly to remove his cock from his jeans.

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given, or even in the top five, but the way Jack moaned his name, carded fingers through his messy hair, and talked dirty to him as Rhys sucked him off definitely ranked it among the most memorable of experiences to boot. The strangled curses that left the older man’s lips as he’d come down Rhys’ throat was the best of all, and knowing he was one of the few privileged enough to know the sound of Handsome Jack being thoroughly wrecked was enough to get him through this hellish period until he got full use of his hands back.

“Jesus kiddo, if that’s what you can do without your hands, I can’t wait until you’re all fixed.” He swiped a thumb under Rhys’ swollen lower lip, teasing it over his mouth before applying the barest of pressure. Rhys sucked the digit into his mouth with a pleased hum, and Jack just chuckled, pleased. “Damn buttercup, you were pent up, huh baby?”

Rhys just nodded in agree– would agree to just about anything Jack said right now- and hopped back up on the bed when Jack patted it.

The older man kissed him into the mattress, hand already back on his cock which surprised Rhys enough to make a noise about it, and Jack just laughed until he’d jerked him to full hardness and through another orgasm.

Rhys’ sheets were a ruined mess, and he was more or less feeling the same. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Jack tucked his own spent cock back into his pants, redid zip and belt, and told Rhys his work for the day was excellent. It made them both laugh, and Jack moved to leave until he gave one last look at the younger man laying there, the very picture of contentment.

“Forget something?” Rhys asked, voice teasing but dripping with satisfaction.

“Yeah, I did.”

Jack came and bent at the waist to kiss him again, moving to his neck where he sucked and bit at the younger man. It felt good until Rhys yelped, and Jack rose with a laugh, moving Rhys’ hand that had moved to the spot where he’d bit him. There was a pretty decent hickey there. Rhys bruised up nicely.

“What the hell, Jack?”

“Just making sure you don’t forget about me, cupcake.”

Rhys gave him a frown. “We work together.”

“So, so well, sugar pie.” The glare Rhys sent his way had zero effect on the older man. “Okay pumpkin, see you tomorrow, bright and early. Same old same old. Or maybe not so much.”

Rhys snorted. His neck smarted, but he was already excited about work tomorrow, clear this little liaison was going to be continued, and pleased as fucking punch about it. “Lock up after yourself, will you? Don’t want any vermin getting in. There was a big rat in here that just bit the shit out of me.”

“You little brat,” Jack laughed, himself feeling ready for the dullery that was distribution, his own edge without his pretty PA well taken off. “But guess I don’t want anyone else taking a bite of my cheese.” Rhys snorted. “See ya babe.”

Rhys laid in bed for a while after, replaying everything in his head all giddy as hell. Dream come true? Yes please and thank you for seconds if you don’t mind.

He got up later with interest as his doorbell rang, wondering if it was Jack and if the older man had remembered his manners.

A special delivery from one of Helios’ most expensive boutiques was instead waiting for him to sign, the Hyperion-yellow lace of expensive panties inside with a note that said ‘Mystery solved -J.’

Rhys told himself he was going to spite the older man by not wearing them to work tomorrow, but Jack’s pleased laugh of surprise when his face was in Rhys’ lacey-crotch the next day was worth it.

With Jack’s special deliveries and their new work ethic, Rhys found that fracturing his hand wasn’t so bad in retrospect, and for every stormcloud, there was a Hyperion-yellow laced-lining to look forward to.

kofi | ao3

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I know I request a lot now so take your time. It could you do a part 2 to the mc leaving one? Good or bad doesnt matter, just some closure about if they’re capable of changing and get mc back? Maybe building up mcs confidence again bc now they’re hesitant to start planning parties again.

Surprisingly, I’m still here! Pandemic life has been really getting to me, haha, but I am still here! I’ve been working on this fic for a while, and it has become much larger than I had first anticipated, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless!  If you haven’t read the first story, then click Here!! 

Let Me Go Part 2 (Good End) 

Zen 🎭

He was in his dressing room, changing out of the costume of his most recent character. The performance was a success, and he had been receiving so many compliments by the audience and the cast alike. But he didn’t really feel happy. Hell, he hadn’t been happy for a long time now. Not since MC left. 

Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it. Staring at back him was her contact photo, with an empty text bar below. Zen had written up so many drafts, each giving a different apology, and each begging for forgiveness. But he never sent them to her. Not until everything within the RFA was fixed; not until he had fixed everything. 

It has taken some hard work, but he was finally believing that things were the way they should be. The RFA was making strides coping with their loss of Rika. Many, himself included, were really starting to move on. Maybe it was time for him to message. 

With bated breath, he began typing. “I don’t know if this is too late, but I’m sorry. For everything. I don’t expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it… I’m just… trying to repair what I’ve done. I’m trying to fix me. MC, I love you, more than I can express in a text. I hope you know that.”

His finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. It had been months, did she really want to get something from him now? Would she even care, or has she already gotten over him? Zen shook his head, trying to ignore his thoughts. With nothing to lose, he sent it. As it was delivered, he heard a chime from outside his door, followed by a soft curse.

Curious, Zen approached the door and opened it. There was no one in front of him, but as he looked out, he saw a figure walking away from him. A figure that had haunted his thoughts and riddled his dreams. Zen stepped forward a few steps and reached out to her, a painful expression painting his face. 

“MC! MC, wait...” 

She stopped but doesn’t turn back to him. “I watched the show…” He strained to hear her, she was almost whispering, “You were really good, Zen.” 

Zen had to restrain himself from approaching her. From wrapping her in his arms and refuse to let her go ever again. But he couldn’t do that to her, she had every right to leave him and never return.

“I didn’t know you were going to watch it. I could’ve gotten you tickets.” He didn’t really know what to say. He was being awkward, Zen knew he was, but so long as she continued to talk to him, he couldn’t ask for anything more. 

MC still didn’t move, almost frozen where she stood. “I didn’t know I was either. A friend of mine got tickets and she didn’t tell me where we were going until I saw you on stage. And I…” Turning her head towards him, he could see the tears falling from her eyes. “...I realized how much I’ve really missed you, Hyun.” 

There wasn’t even a moment to think before Zen was in front of her, wiping away the tears on MC’s face. “Jagi, please don’t cry, I don’t deserve your tears. I’m the one who caused you to leave.” 

He wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. If she was really going to be out of his life, he wanted one last memory of her. Her scent, the feeling of her on his skin. Anything he could, he wanted to remember. 

“I’m so sorry, MC… I’m so sorry.” A sob escaped Zen as he stood there, gripping the love of his life. 

“Did you mean it?” She whispered into his chest, “Your text, do you really mean what you wrote?” 

Zen stopped a moment. Did she really not think that he would change everything if it would give him a chance to get her back? “Baby, of course, I do. I would do anything, anything, if it meant that you would still be here.” 

MC sniffled a bit before taking a few steps back. More than anything, Zen wanted to hold on, wanted to have her stay and be with him. But it was her choice, and he refused to take that away from her. As he released her, Zen clenched his jaw to restrain his want to grab her hand. 

She looked up at him, her lip quivering. “I can’t… I can’t just come back like nothing ever happened.” 

 Zen nodded. Yes, he knew that this would be the answer. After all, he didn’t deserve her, even for the time he actually had her. To get MC back was just- 

“We have to start over.”  She declared, pulling Zen out from his own thoughts in a flash, “From the beginning. I need to know that this is real, not something you’ll say to get me back and it goes back to the way it was before. I can’t do that again and I-”

MC’s words are cut short by the feeling of Zen’s hand caressing her face. He looked at her, with nothing but pure euphoria. “For you to be in my life, even if it’s just as friends, I’ll do whatever you need me to. If you want to restart, I’ll just...” 

 Taking a few steps back, he reached out his hand for a handshake, “Hi, my name is Hyun Ryu, stage name Zen. And I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Trying to fight back the tears, she reached up and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m MC. And I have missed you every second you have been out of my life.” 

Yoosung ⭐️

These past few months had been a really rough time for Yoosung. Not only having to deal with the regular stresses of his life, but he also had no idea how to do it without depending on someone as capable as MC. 

He had decided to focus entirely on school, even considered dropping out of the RFA, but at their refusal, he explained what happened. The weight of their actions dawned on them. The whole group pledged to work on this mistake, without much pushing from Yoosung. They all seemed to miss MC, even if it isn’t as much as Yoosung did. 

But with the RFA making steady progress, Yoosung decided to get a hold on his life, passing all of his courses this year with flying colors. 

Part of him wanted to call MC, tell her all the good things he accomplished in his strides to become better, but with only time he’s heard from her was the reply to the text he sent the night she left; he didn’t feel he deserved to talk to MC. He didn’t want to bother her. She likely never wanted to see him again, and he couldn’t blame her. 

 But with finals finally done, Yoosung felt like it was time to reward himself for his success. There was a limited time expansion for LOLOL and Yoosung had just saved enough to get it. He went into the game store, excited to finally get to play it. 

Getting in line, he couldn’t help but stare at the hair of the woman in front of him. If he didn’t know better, he probably would’ve thought that it was MC-

Wait. Was that MC? She had the same beautiful locks, the same frame, but it was hard to tell from the baggy sweatshirt she had on. He stood, awkwardly staring at the girl in front of him, trying to build up the nerve to just poke, maybe brush into her so she’d turn around?   

No, no that was stupid… What if it was her, what then?  ‘Oh hey MC, nice to see you again? I haven’t been a happy a single moment since you left; I need you in my life.’ Yeah, Yoosung tells himself, that’s a horrible plan. If it was her, she probably wouldn’t want to see him, anyway. 

He pulls out his phone to look at her last text, “And my heart to you, Star.” Sure, she said that, but did he actually deserve that? Wasn’t what he put her through enough?  But even so… he wanted to see her, even just once. He glanced back down at his phone, at her ring that has become his keychain and made up his mind. 

“Hey, sunshine.” He said, enough for the girl in front him, but not loud enough that it was directed toward her. He watched as she flinched, dropping her phone in the process. 

Yoosung went for it, apologizing as he did. Picking up the phone, he freezes. On the lock screen was of him, happily hugging the love of his life. He remembered that photo, it was the first time MC told him that she loved him. It was one of the happiest moments in Yoosung's life. 

A pair of hands met his, taking the phone. Yoosung almost tried to keep the phone to keep looking at the photo, but it’s not his phone, so he let the other hands take it. Standing back up, he was face to face with MC. 

Status: Frozen

Yoosung had no idea what he was supposed to do. Should he talk? Wave? Maybe just ignore her…? What? no! Swallowing thickly, Yoosung stuck his hand out to wave at her. 

‘I’m such an idiot’ Flashed through his head, but he had to push past it. 

“Hey, Sunshine. You… you look really good.” 

She looked down at her sweatshirt and baggy pants and laughed softly, “I haven’t taken a shower in two days, I needed to get to a high enough level to be able to play the DLC. I don’t have you to carry me through those high-level missions anymore…” MC trails off, looking away from him.

“Are you kidding?” Yoosung said, surprised, "You were much better than me when I started. You’ll be one of the top members on the server in no time! You’re already at ranking 137, that’s incredible to only have been playing for a few months!”

At his words, MC’s eyes widened. Yoosung realized how weird his statement must’ve been. Who keeps track of their ex-girlfriend’s gaming status? Him, definitely. There were times Yoosung wanted to offer her the legendary gear he had collected, but could never build up enough courage. 

Clutching a strand of her hair, MC sucked in a breath, “Well… How have you been? Classes going well?” 

Yoosung nodded shyly, now embarrassed and not sure what to say with her finally in front of him, “Yeah, Finally passed with some of the top grades in my class! Your study guides really helped me out, though I missed working with you on them.” 

“Well, you seem to be getting along fine, so you can’t be missing much.” 

With furrowed brows, Yoosung caught MC's hand as she was about to turn away, “MC… I have been doing these things for you. For how much you pushed me and supported me. For me to fail when you left, would be the ultimate proof that I never should have had you in the first place.” 

MC opened her mouth to speak, but Yoosung persisted, not allowing her to say something that couldn’t be more wrong, “You think I’ve just moved on, but I still haven’t, I swear that to you. Instead, I’m trying to be someone you’d be proud of. Improving my grades, becoming more independent. Even the RFA is trying to change to make it more welcoming to you, if you’d ever think about coming back to me-  us. Come back to us.” 

There was so much more he wanted to say, needed to say. But just as he opened his mouth to speak- 

“Miss, you’re next.” The cashier said, gesturing to MC. Hesitantly, MC released her hand from his grasp and left him alone. He watched as she conversed lightly with the attendant checking out her game. With a smile, he returned her change and a bag with the game inside. Yoosung reached out to talk to her again, but the man calling him caught him off guard. He glanced over towards the man, then back to MC, only to see she was gone. 

With a heavy heart, he reached the man and bought his game, not even reciprocating the attendant’s excited comments about the DLC. Exiting the store, Yoosung was trying not to cry. (He needed to get back home before that happened) So as he went through the door, he didn’t see the figure standing beside it until they had grabbed the back of his shirt. But he was sad, he was angry, he was ready to throw down. Imagine his surprise when he turned, fists formed, only to be face-to-face with MC once again. 

“Sorry to scare you!”  She squeaked, putting her hands up in surrender. 

The sadness in his heart immediately changed to relief as he looked into her serene eyes. Everything was right with the world once again. 

 MC stood there, mustering up the courage to ask the one thing has had been wanting to say since the beginning of their conversation. “I was uh, just wondering if you would like to… You don’t have to say yes, but I’d like you to.”

Even though nothing was actually explained, Yoosung still had a slight idea of what she was trying to say, “I’d love to work together to beat the next few levels with you, MC. Superman Yoosung is always here for Eternal Sunshine MC.” 

She nodded at him, tears beginning to prick the corners of her eyes “I think I’d really like that.” 

Jumin 🍷

“Just reporting: Has the famous CEO bachelor finally found his date to the upcoming charity ball?” 

With a sigh, Jumin turned off his smartphone. Despite their engagement was never announced publicly, reporters everywhere were trying to pin down who was the 'next woman' to be Jumin’s girl now that he was seemingly single. What they never accounted for was that he had no other plans. MC was the only woman he believed could ever understand him. And in these few months, that point became even more airtight. Not even his father truly understood the pain he was going through. He found himself wanting nothing more than to just work and stay home, avoiding everyone. 

But he did have to go to this charity ball. He had made a large donation, albeit in the company’s name, to the organization. After all, it was one that MC supported the most. It meant the world to her, so he’d give it as much support as he could. 

Jumin exited the limo and easily ignored the flashing lights of the cameras around him. Ignored the passing questions and remarks from the reporters. All but one. 

“Have you finally found a replacement for your ex-girlfriend?” 

It took all he had not to turn back to the reporter. MC could never just be replaced. There was no one in the world like her. So with gritted teeth, he entered into the building. 

For Jumin, entering the room immediately calmed his nerves. Looking around the scenery was like a breath of fresh air when such a feeling was so foreign to him recently. He couldn’t spot anything in particular that could make him feel that way, but the whole place just felt so comfortable. 

Glancing at the people, however, there was someone that stuck out among the rest. A woman in a sleek, black dress, carrying a glass of champagne as she laughed with the man across from her. Anger flared in the back of his mind as he watched the smile that graced her slender face. As the man touched the soft skin on her hand. No one should touch his MC- 

But she wasn’t his anymore, was she? And he no longer had a say on who she talked to, not that she would have completely listened to him anyways. 

Even as he was thinking this, Jumin found himself nearing them. Seems his subconscious was wanting to see her once more. Wanting to get that man’s hand off of her. But would she even want to see him? 

Not stepping any further, he began watching her again, trying to commit every feature to memory. But she caught his eyes for a moment before turning back to the target of her conversation. With a small handshake, she turned and headed towards him. 

Unprepared for this conversation, he picked up a glass of champagne from a tray passing him by and drank at least half of the liquid in one gulp. He noted the smile on her face as he did it, which he found interesting. But there was no time to think about it as MC was already on him before he knew it. “Jumin, it’s a pleasure to see you could make it out here. I take you were the one behind C&R’s large monetary donation?” 

Jumin was still frozen, unsure of what to say. She seemed happy. And she was the one to come to him, not the other way around. Surely she actually wanted to speak to him or she wouldn’t have come to him, right? He coughed lightly and looked into her eyes, “Yes, I remember you speaking so highly about this charity, so when the opportunity arose, I made sure to contribute. The RFA’s funding should be coming here too from the most recent party, as well.” 

“Yes, I’m aware,” MC nodded, gesturing vaguely behind her, “I spoke to V a moment ago, he came to represent the RFA.” Puzzled, he looked at her with a curious expression. MC understood and smiled, “I’m now one of the leading positions within the organization. I’m their event coordinator, so I get the list of attendants, as well as how much they donated. Both C&R and the RFA’s were very generous, I must thank you.” 

While it was unexpected, Jumin wasn't surprised. MC was very talented and capable of greatness. He smiled at her, and nodded slowly, “I’m glad to see you’re still making a name for yourself, MC. You’re a talented woman, they are very lucky to have you here.” 

A blush spread across her face at his words. She looked down at the ground for a moment before gazing back at Jumin. There was so much he wanted to say, but here and now wasn’t the right time. He leaned in closer to her, his breath brushing past her ear, “May I speak with you a moment?”   

She nodded slowly and followed him to the corner of the room, away from the crowd. Not that he truly noticed them in the beginning, as everything else seemed to fade away when he is with her. But in their isolation, he could feel his heart swell. Jumin wanted to hold her hand, kiss her, tell her how much he missed her, and loved her. How much he prayed she would come back. But none of that actually came out, all he could do was close the distance between them and wrap his arms around her affectionately. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he held her against him. 

Jumin shakily sighed as her hands gripped the fabric of his suit, “Oh, how I’ve missed you…” 

In a quick motion, she pulled away from him, but only enough to look at him with a scrutinizing gaze, “You actually missed me?” 

“Without a doubt, I have longed for you every moment you were away. Did you think otherwise?” He looked at her, feeling a mix of curiosity and worry. 

MC shook her head, her smile falling as confusion began to cover her expression, “If you missed me, why haven’t you tried to bring me back? A message, a call… anything? You’ve been silent this whole time… Even V talks to me more than you do and we both know how hard he is to get in touch with.” 

Sliding his hands down to hold her hand, Jumin tried to put his thoughts into words. “Because I don’t deserve you. You were perfect and I was… flawed. All of us were. I didn’t want you to be brought down because of us. You had left for a good reason." 

“Jumin,” She said softly, “I am far from perfect. I left you instead of trying to work with you on it. And when you never called... I thought you hated me-“ 

Without wasting a moment, Jumin leaned in to connect his lips with hers, cutting off her next words. Hate her? He never once held the smallest amount of anger towards her, the thought of it was revolting. Separating their lips just enough for him to speak, he leaned against her forehead,  “I could never hate the woman I’m hopelessly in love with.” 

She closed the distance between them, sealing the two in another kiss. They embraced in the corner of the room and began to dance before the music even began to play. 

Saeyoung 🚧

Every day was just like the last. Get up, work, finish the job, sleep. The only variation was when Vanderwood would show up in the day. Ever since MC left, he had been coming over more often, complaining that he had to clean up after him more now that MC wasn’t there anymore. 

Though it was really to make sure that he was okay and to force him to eat.

And he was right. Once she left, Seayoung fell right back into his bad habits. Not eating, barely ever sleeping. He was nothing more than a slave with survival as his only goal. To live long enough to see those he loved living a happy life without him. 

But it was odd, he wasn’t able to track MC here recently. She was on the CCTV still, trying to talk to him through it ignoring the strange looks she got for shouting and gesturing at a surveillance camera. But in the world of binary numbers, it was almost like she turned into a ghost. 

With a sigh, Saeyoung turned on his system to continue working on his newest assignment. Maybe it was a good thing, to never be able to see her. Then he’d never be reminded of all the reasons he should never have made her leave.

 `ALERT: VIRUS DETECTED` 

The words covered the page. Not knowing what had happened, he knew one thing. He had been hacked.

Saeyoung froze.  How did… it wasn’t possible. With crossed brows, he began trying to get around the evident hacking that had infiltrated his servers. All the information he had on this comp- 

“Oh, no... God, please... No.” He muttered, remembering all of the photos he had of his brother and of MC. If his ineptitude put either of them at risk, he could never forgive himself. 

But as he broke deeper and deeper through the firewalls that were placed, he noticed that the hacker had a lock on everything but the photos of them. It didn’t make sense, but it was almost completely untouched.

As he clicked the folder, their photos appeared on screen, untouched, perfect. Except, there was one addition, a video with a black screen. 

 Holding his breath, Saeyoung opens the video. It shows a blank screen for the longest time until a simple 6 words appeared. 

 “CAN’T AVOID ME FOREVER! LOVE, 606” 

As his mind began processing the words on the screen, Vanderwood entered the room. For a moment, Saeyoung was worried he’d yell at him for the state of his computer, but his partner only looked at him with a knowing grin. 

“MC said that you can either spend two hours unlocking your computer or come into the living room to talk with her for ten minutes.” He stated, trying not to look as amused as he really was. 

 With a sigh, he looked away from Vanderwood, "There really is no way around this, is there?” His friend didn’t reply, only shook his head. Saeyoung stood up, sticking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and walked out of his room.

There she was. 

Just a few feet away. 

His heart broke just seeing her beautiful face and wanted nothing more than to go to her and apologize for all that he’s done. But he didn’t. Instead, Saeyoung walked passed her and sits across the room, as far as possible. Without a word. “You’ll release my computer?” He asked coldly, staring at the ground beneath her seat. 

MC nodded, before realizing he wasn’t looking at her. Chuckling lightly, she couldn’t help nodding again, “Yes, I will. You know me, I stick to my word. Other than the hour statement I told Vanderwood, it would’ve taken longer. But if you had chosen the hard route, you would’ve realized how much harder it really was after two hours went by and come out anyway.” 

Withholding the want to look at her, Saeyoung ran his hand through his hair. “How did you manage to get into so much of my software without my noticing?”

“When I left, I had wondered if you really didn’t know what you were doing, or if you were just pushing me away again.” She sighed, taking a moment before continuing, “So I hacked in far enough to see your code, and then set up a virus to the video input of your computer. Then I spoke to the CCTV and waited. 15 seconds. That was all it took until you opened it to see me speaking. And as long as that was up, my virus got through. I really didn’t think it would actually work, so it was really helpful you would only focus on me when the videos were up. I suppose I should thank you for that.” 

He could hear Vanderwood laughing from the kitchen, but decided to ignore it. “Why? Why interfere in my work?” 

His sharp tone cut into MC, but she only smiled at his harshness. “Because I wanted to see you, Sae.” 

She.. what? He had outcasted her, tore her down, and made her feel worthless. And she wanted to see him? Saeyoung was at a loss for words. It took a moment for him to speak again. 

“There’s no reason for you to see me again. I don’t have closure or anything for you. You’re better off-“ 

“That’s not what I want.” She interrupted. Taking the moment of silence between then, she stood up and approached Saeyoung, sitting next to him. 

He wouldn’t look at her. He couldn’t. One glance and he knew all of his walls would break. 

“Then what do you want?” 

She placed her hand on top of his, trying not to lose her composure as he moved his hand away from hers. “I want to be with you again.” 

Saeyoung couldn’t help the scoff that came out of his mouth. “I thought you made it pretty clear you didn’t. Isn’t that why you left?” 

While every word he spoke felt like a dagger in his heart, his face remains stoic. “I needed time. And I got that. This was never a permanent deal unless *you* make it one. 

“Then consider this our official breakup. Clean my computer and leave.” 

MC turned her head away from him for a moment, no doubt to wipe away her tears again. “I don’t believe it.” 

“Well, it’s true!” He shouted. “I don’t care about you, now leave me alone!” 

As she goes to refute his words, nothing but a small whimper came out. She placed her hand on his once again, not allowing it to get out of her grasp. With tears in her eyes and a reforged determination, she stared at the man she loves. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me that. Tell me you don’t feel an ounce of feelings for me, and I’ll leave.” 

The quivering of her voice ripped through him in ways that bullets never could. But if he didn’t do it, she would be dragged down with him. Gripping his hoodie tightly, he lifted his eyes to reach hers. To tell her one last time to leave him and go live the life she was meant to live. 

But as he stared at her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, the words he wanted to say disappeared, and Saeyoung began to do the one thing he didn’t want to do- speak from the heart. 

“I never want you to cry, MC. Don’t you see that… That you’ll be hurt by staying with me, and you’ll cry. And I can't take seeing you like that. I can’t tell you I don’t care, but I will ask you to leave, one last time.” 

Unable to look anymore, he dropped his eyes, staring at their conjoined hands until something lightly touched his forehead. Feeling her lips on his skin sent shudders down his body as tears formed in his eyes. 

“I have cried more time since I left this house than I would have in a lifetime by your side. My love, nothing hurts worse than being apart from you.” She could only whisper, the sounds getting stuck in her throat. “Please, Sae, please let me back in.” 

 Saeyoung looked back up, into MC's red-rimmed eyes. How could he ever refuse her? With a simple nod of his head, Saeyoung reached for her, clutching her tightly in a breathtaking hug. And MC’s hold was just as strong. 

Maybe he was wrong. Could this time be the good route, the one where he can actually be happy? Saeyoung didn’t know, but with the feeling of MC in his arms, he doesn’t see how life could get any better. 

.  .  . 

After hearing the conversation, Vanderwood stood awkwardly in the kitchen, wondering when it’s would be okay for him to come back out.

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Part 14: It’s been awhile...

Crash And Burn- Ashton Irwin smau

Summary: You and Ashton were never on the best of terms, maybe since you guys were so similar: sarcastic, stubborn, protective and had a true love of art. After a misunderstanding and $200 on the line, you find yourself (fake) dating the campus’ most adored (and drooled after) art student... with friendships at risk and feelings emerging it was only a matter of time until the inevitable crash and burn

A/n: Wow I actually managed to post on Monday!! (A week after I promised but hey I tried I’m sorry tho) Hope you guys enjoy this written part! Hope it starts clarifying things and brings you a bit that drama!! If you have any questions lmk I know I think things are clear and sometimes it’s like uh no Lydia no one knows wtf you’re talking about lolol. Anyway enjoy!

Those words kept replaying in your head. Over and over again. I told you this would be easy...I told you this would be easy...I told you this would be easy...

No there was no way. He wouldn’t...except he would. It was right there on Luke’s lockscreen. The whole conversation occurring right before your eyes. A bet. That’s all you were. You don’t know when it was made or how for that matter... but after all that questioning and finally believing, no deluding, yourself into thinking maybe, just maybe what you and Ashton had was real. No wonder he was so insistent on starting this whole fake relationship... in fact you wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the real reason he kissed you that night at the party... just to receive his cash payout for managing to get you, the person who despised him the most, to go out with him. And he thought it would be easy...

Despite your anger and frustration you couldn’t stop the tears that ran down your face. You put Luke’s phone back on the table and texted Lisa you had to go because there is no way you could stay here. Luckily you were in a secluded area back of the library, making easy to wipe your eyes as you gathered your things and made your way through the shelves of books. Just as you were nearly at the gathering area of the library where all the booths and madness occurred you heard someone call your name.

“Y/n? Are-are you alright?”

You turned around to see the last possible person you thought you would ever run into again. Sitting there at one of the couches along the shelves was none other than Jae.

“Oh...hey” you said, wiping your eyes and trying to feign a smile. “Jae...it’s um.. it’s been awhile”

“Ya... I guess it has...” he said, standing up and walking over to you. “What happened?”

You looked up to meet his eyes, surprised to find nothing but concern. Despite everything you both had been through he was still such a good guy...

“Nothing... it’s nothing don’t worry” you said trying to reassure him...and yourself

“It doesn’t look like nothing... y/n... come here” he said, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the couch. “I know we aren’t exactly...close... but tell me what’s going on? Please?”

You let yourself be pulled next to him on the couch, strangely finding comfort in his presence. “There’s really not much to tell” you laugh “you know just relationships are hard...”

“Trouble in paradise huh?” Jae sighed. “Should have known... what did he do?”

“It’s...complicated...but it just has me questioning everything... and now I just don’t know what to expect next... and...he’s just...I-... ahh“ you couldn’t stop the resurgence of tears, but this time you truly felt as though you were going to break...saying those words out loud made everything so REAL. Here you were crying about the guy you fell for not once but twice and managed to get your heart broken both times to the guy you once thought you would end up with. You couldn’t help but think things would be so much easier if you ended up with someone else...like the guy currently holding you...rubbing your back and whispering words of assurance as you cried into his chest... probably ruining his hoodie with your makeup and tears. Oh how different things would have been...

After a short while you finally were able to take a breath... no more tears left to fall...

“I’m really sorry about that...” you said, sitting up and wiping your eyes.

“Y/n...it’s ok you looked like you needed someone to talk to and hey you actually needed a shoulder to cry on and just glad I could help” Jae said with a small smile. Although no longer holding you, he still kept his hands against yours.

You looked at him, seeing the care, concern and kindness in his eyes... if not for the misunderstanding you couldn’t help but wonder what if...

Before you could stop the words leaving your mouth you found yourself saying “I really liked you you know”

His eyes widened, then he began to smile. He laughed softly as he looked down, not quite wanting to meet your eyes.

“No Jae I mean it... I REALLY liked you. I just wanted you to know that.. things just got so messed up... and I found myself with someone I never expected...”

“It’s... it’s fine that’s all in the past... I REALLY liked you too” he said giving you a wink. “But that party sent us both in different directions. You ended up with Ashton... I started dating Ashley... I met her that night and we’ve been happy ever since...”

Now it was your turn for your eyes to widen in surprise. You didn’t know he ended up with that Omega girl.

“Oh wow... I-I didn’t know... I’m happy for you Jae”

“Well we aren’t the center of all campus gossip so that’s ok! Can...can I ask you something though? That night, was it really the start of your guys’ relationship? Or were you together when we met?”

“Oh my gosh Jae...no. I promise nothing happened between us until that night. I know there were a lot of stories and pictures going around but that’s not what happened. I wouldn’t do that to you...”

He smiled, seemingly pleased with your answer. You couldn’t help but wonder about the hurt he probably felt because of you... how he was here with you now instead of hating you was incredible.

“I didn’t think so... you didn’t seem like that kind of person...and even though we weren’t even together I just didn’t think you would do that to me...”

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “How on earth did we end up here Jae?”

“I have no idea... the universe works in strange ways...”

You laughed as you heard someone approach you both. Looking up you were surprised to find none other than Ashton, looking at you with hurt and confusion.

“Ash? What-what are you doing he-“

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Jae and towards the exit of the library. “Let’s go” he said, cold and harsh.

“What-no!” You yelled, pulling free from his grip. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“So what you’re just going to stay here with him? You’re still my girlfriend”

“Am I?” You met that in multiple ways. You were his pretend girlfriend. You may have been something close to the real thing, but now? Now things were beginning to end.

He seemed to sense the dual meaning behind your words. Asking you so many questions in those green eyes that met yours.

Sensing the tension between you both, Jae stood up ready to get between you both.

“Y/n-“ Jae started to say before he was cut off.

“Stay out of this” Ashton said, glaring at the other guy.

“No he doesn’t have to do anything you tell him.”

“So what y/n you want to back to him now? You really want to end things between us that way?”

“Wow that’s rich coming from you!”

“What?”

“Oh please like you didn’t do the same thing to me! When we first met I was so in love with you and just when I thought things were serious you ended up with some other girl! What was her name? Chelsea? And just when I start opening my heart to you again... when I let go of that hatred and start to love you again I find those messages... I really just mean nothing to you do I Ashton?”

“What y/n- no I-“ Ashton says. Shocked, surprised, confused...unable to complete a sentence, not that he was able to since you cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear it Ashton. Just leave me alone.”

You walked past him, leaving him there staring dumbfounded. Trying to process your words, so many things finally making sense. That’s why you hated him...because of Chelsea of all people. The news you fell for him as hard as he fell for you, not once but twice. And both times he fucked up. He didn’t even notice when Jae left. To absorbed in his own thoughts and wondering how in the fuck he was going to fix this.

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il un a visage gentil (prof!gwilym lee x prof! gn reader)

genre: fluff

summary: who knew the attractive english lit professor also happened to speak french? not his new coworker, that’s for sure.

words: 1.7k

warnings: reader embarassing herself a lil bit, that’s it :)

a/n: hi!! first of all, no pronouns are used as this is from readers pov, so anyone can read. second of all, so i typically don’t write for gwil, but i had this idea in french the other day when my french teacher (sweet old french man who deserves better LMAODSJO) was going over some assignment that for some reason had il un a visage gentil in it LOLOL. that being said, i obvi don’t speak fluent french and this is all fictional! love u, hope u enjoy!!

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“Hello everyone, and welcome to your first day. I’m Dr Gwilym Lee, and I am the head of the English Literature Department here at Oxford University. Feel free to call me Gwil, it’s what all my students do.”

I slanted my eyes from my position at the door, gripping the frame just a tad tighter than I had been before hearing his voice. I continued to listen to the doctor talk as I made my way behind the last row of seats in the lecture room, trying not to make any noise. My heels were thankfully mute against the carpet, not drawing any attention towards me, the professor keeping complete focus on his students.

“One of the first things I wanted to kind of, um, touch on, is that I will be quite flexible. I understand that you have lives, as do I. As long as I can see an honest effort being put into my class, I will hold no repercussions for late work or being physically late to class.”

With that, he looked up to where I had just sat down, quirking a brow. The eye contact was momentary, only lasting what seemed to be a second, if that.

I cleared my throat, looking to my feet.

“We at the english department are quite proud of our status, ranking 4th in english programs overall in the UK. Now I won’t continue to bore you with the statistics, but-“

I made a scan of the room, seeing how only 1 or 2 pupils were actually listening, the rest either slumped over looking at their phones, or pretending to take notes on a laptop while really watching netflix. (More than one student was watching gossip girl, oddly enough.)

Considering it was only 5 minutes into the hour long lecture, I was confused, as he was holding my attention, at least, quite well.

After about 30 minutes, I realized that my own “first day lecture” was in 15 minutes, which assured that I most definitely had to leave. I was saddened by this (even though I had only even planned on staying in Gwil’s room for a small while.

I sighed quietly, picking myself up from the surprisingly comfortable seats and making my way towards the door. Just as I was about to go, I felt eyes boring holes into the back of my head. I turned, realizing Gwilym to be the perp. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again, quickly walking out and down the hallway to my own room.

I made it in, hurrying down the many stairs, past where a few students were waiting.

“Hi, everyone, I’ll just be a few moments, just waiting for the rest of your new classmates to arrive.”

I smiled briefly, before slamming my office door audibly, chest heaving with my back against the shaded window. I closed my eyes, unaware of why I had been so panicked by the brief interaction, not to mention the butterflies it hatched in my stomach.

After giving myself some time to decompress, I exhaled, smoothing out the skirt of my dress and rotating. I placed a hand on the handle, preparing myself for the fresh faced freshman.

As I opened the door, I heard half a knock, before whoever was behind the door (poor soul) essentially fell on top of me.

Expecting to see a red faced pupil who had just made a very interesting first impression, I looked up, suddenly becoming the one with a warm and itchy wave of embarrassment making its way up my neck.

“I’m so terribly sorry,” He stood up, reaching out a hand. I hesitated before reaching forward and gripping tightly, allowing him to tug me up.

“It’s alright, Gwil, really.”

He opened his mouth (not that I was paying any mind to his lips), presumably to ask my name. Before he got the chance, I beat him to it, blurting out my full title, unfortunately in a quite awkward way.

The students that had gathered had mostly turned their attention elsewhere by now, only a few of them still watching the live disaster that was my interaction with the incredibly attractive man in front of me.

He spoke up as I tried to maneuver my way around him to the podium positioned in the front of the room where my laptop was waiting.

“Well, I had assumed you were a student who was trying to sneak off early, but I stand corrected, then.” He looked around my slowly filling space, a slight amusement hiding in his gaze.

“Yes, sorry, I had caught you at a bad time, I was hoping to introduce myself, you know, trying to make a good impression. Feels like the first day of school all over again.” I laughed, bringing a hand up to brush away a stray strand that had somehow managed to escape my bun.

“It’s alright, don’t stress about it. And trust me, I get it. New jobs are scary.”

I huffed, looking out at the sea of judgmental young people that I now would have to face after that fiasco. Lovely.

“You could say that again.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a short amount of time, the clock striking 2:30 being what woke me from my trance.

“That’s my queue.” I gave a small wave as he walked off, a smile spreading across his face at the motion.

I turned to my teaching assistant, fully believing he was out of earshot.

“Il un a visage gentil, eh?”

She only laughed, nodding her head and plugging in my macbook, allowing the screen to come alive with a flurry of colors in my powerpoint.

“Hi guys! Or should I say bonjour!” I paused, receiving a few chuckles in the crowd.

“I’m sorry for getting us started so late, I had a small mishap. I’m Dr Y/n Y/l/n, and I am your professor this year in the French undergraduate course, where you will have the opportunity to study medieval literature, modern day linguistics, and much more, which I will get into later on.

 We here at Oxford have the single largest French department in Britain, which we have come to have extreme pride in. We also have a french cultural center, where you will find a large selection of programmes and literature to choose from. If you haven’t yet checked it out yet,” I briefly looked up, seeing Gwilym still stood at the top of the stairs. He gave me another small smile, crossing his arms.

“Sorry, lost my place. Where was I?”

-

After class, I walked up to where the tall man had now moved to the side, allowing students to flood right by him.

“Gwil, hi!”

“Hi to yourself.”

I blushed, the feeling of fuzzy-ness once again flooding my entire system at just the brief statement. Odd. Extremely odd.

“That was very nice, I have a feeling this class will be quite popular in the coming years.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Thank you, I appreciate it, truly. Although, I must say that I can tell everyone is racing to get a spot in Professor Gwilym Lee’s class 100% percent.”

He cocked his head, slimming his eyes.

“Really, you think so?”

We continued to walk down the long hallway, neither of us quite aware of where we happened to be going.

“Oh for sure, I can imagine you’re especially popular with a certain demographic, too.”

His confusion seemed to only grow, stormy blue eyes seemingly lost.

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” His voice slightly raised an octave at the end, earning a chuckle from me.

“Look, all I’m saying is that with looks like that, I bet your roster was full in seconds.”

I paused, the flow of conversation stopping as I came to terms with what I had just accidentally said. Out loud. In front of my new coworker, who happens to be incredibly gorgeous. A wonderful first day I’m having.

We resumed walking, a blanket of complete silence falling upon us all the way until we reached the entrance to the facility.

The chilly December air hit my face immediately, as well as droplets of rain that were falling so hard it felt like small bullets were grazing my nose, which I could barely feel after just a few moments outside.

“Here.” Gwil muttered, pulling out a bright red umbrella and using it to shield us both from the angry pellets sent from above.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Then it was quiet again between us both, minus the sounds of chattering students and the rain hitting and then sliding off of our cover, coming in contact with the ground with a final splat.

“You know,” Gwilym began, always the one to break the silence.

I hummed, turning my head in his direction.

“I speak a little bit of French, as well. And I think you also have a nice face.” He nudged my elbow and laughed, while I closed my eyes and sighed, hanging my head.

“So there really isn’t any other way I could possibly embarrass myself right now, is there?”

He only shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, now that I think of it, there might be one more thing I can think of?”

“What would that be?”

“Saying no to a cup of coffee?”

It was like I froze over completely, my mind suddenly growing blank when I needed it mostt.

“With me?” I asked, the question more aimed towards myself, a miniscule act of reassurance and affirmation.

Gwilym smiled brightly as he shook his head, and I swear, I had never seen anything more amazing.

“Yes, Y/n, with you.”

I stuttered, embarrassed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, specifically at my lack of verbal skills.

“Yes, yes of course, that sounds amazing.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

He offered me an arm which I gladly took, and we started walking to the quaint campus cafe just across the street from our building.

It was the same cafe where (not that we knew it yet) the both of us would make many late night coffee runs together during midterms week, the stressful time growing to become one of our favorites as it was now filled with giggles and caffeine. 

Usually it would end up with one of us, that one of us usually being me, leaving a ring of coffee on the other’s ungraded assignments. Or even better, spilling an entire drink on the paper, only a “sorry!” written in Gwil’s rushed handwriting at the top of the curiously scented paper as explanation.

But as I said, we didn’t know that yet.

。·☔︎◎❦·。·

kinda gross but whatevs, like and rb if u did indeed enjoy it. mwah, go eat some protein, take an electronics break and drink some water. love u 

xx hj

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[some-rfa-imagines]

hii!!!! can i please request an angsty hc with rfa and their reaction to where the bomb in rika's apartment actually goes off cuz some burglar tries to break in and they only found out about it thru ur goodbye messages in the chatroom before u die?? thx thx and hope youre having a night day or night!! :D

yikes apparently you want to see me cry, okay i see how it is lolol

lets do this;;;;

p.s this is v long (rest under the cut) and anything [in square brackets] is a text.

NOTE: OMG IM SO SORRY YOU ASKED FOR HDC BUT I MADE A SCENARIO INSTEAD IM AWFUL PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU’D LIKE THIS CHANGED INTO HDCS I FEEL TERRIBLE. 

tw: bomb, guns, death.

 PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

It was cold. The clock had just hit 2:30 am. The faint sounds of the city filled the silence of the apartment. You sat at your desk, polishing up some minor details for the party. Only a few more days until you got to meet everyone and you were incredibly excited. While you were still concerned about the bomb and the hacker, you trusted Seven and V to deal with it - and if they couldn’t do it, Jumin was incredibly reliable. So you put your worries to rest and all of your efforts went into the RFA party.

Besides, if anything did go wrong (which you doubted would happen) you had a will and letters to go to all of your loved ones, both of which were safely kept in your own home. But everything would be fine anyway, so they really weren’t necessary.

You quickly emailed the rest of the details to Jaehee, answered some guests and bid goodnight to Yoosung who was complaining about LOLOL server maintenance. Shutting your laptop, you stood up to brush your teeth and prepare for bed. Eventually, you turned off the lights and crawled under the warm covers, listening to the bustling city with excitement as you drifted off.

Something isn’t right. 

The red LEDs of your alarm clock read 4:41 am as you startled awake. It’s too cold. Slipping out of your bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and unlocked it, opening the RFA chat. No one’s online.

[Guys, something’s off.]

You had just hit send when a voice rang out.

“A stranger has been located.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Scared for your life, you frantically texted the chat, your thoughts as chaotic as your messages.

[SVENE]

[HLEP]

[ETHERES SOMETHING HRRIBLY WRONOG]

[SOEMONES HERW]

“Sensed location of stranger… adjusting target…”

[THE SYSDYEMS BEEN AC TIVATESD]

You desperately tried to phone Seven- anyone. No one was picking up. Your chest heaved. I can’t breathe. Panic spread like wildfire and you sprinted out of your room to try and escape the apartment-

Your heart stopped beating and your feet froze in fear. A shining, silver barrel was pointed straight at your heart.

It’s freezing.

“Don’t. Move. A muscle.” Whoever was behind responsible for breaking into your apartment, well, he clearly had a death wish. “What is that?!” 

“Backing up all information… After the back up is complete, the bomb will be activated. 20 seconds backup remaining.”

“What is going on?!” He screamed, lowering his gun for just a second. He had a weak point, in your range. You had to make a decision; would you let him steal not only the information but your life or would you save something?

…I can’t let him get his hands on that information.

“15 seconds backup remaining…”

You took your chance. Adrenaline rushed through you as you hit the gun out of his hand. “Wh- HEY!” You punched his side with all your strength. Then, bringing your knee up, you kicked him in the groin as hard as you could, sending him crumpling to the floor. “You bitch!”

No one will come.

“10 seconds backup remaining…”

You lunged for the abandoned gun, your fingers, slick with sweat, failing to pick it up. “Oh no, you don’t!” The intruder seized your ankle, pulling you down to the floor. You yelped in shock.

“Let me go!” I’m scared.

“5 seconds backup remaining…”

Your tears overflowed as he began to stand. With the remainder of your energy, you kicked him off you, finally picking up the gun. Pushing yourself off the floor, you rushed into your room, slamming the door behind you.

I can’t think straight.

“Backup complete. Relocating target.”

You fumbled with your phone, texting whoever you could. Your family, your friends, and of course, the RFA. Three simple words; usually said to fiances, parents or children. Never in your life would you have believed they’d be said in this circumstance - especially not by you.

“Bomb will detonate in T minus 5…”

Outside your room, you heard the robber curse. Your heartbeat crushed your chest and your tears streamed down your face.

The information is safe. Ĭ̶̗ ̴̢͌͂ä̶͖́m̷̠͒ ̶̜͠g̴̛̜̯̐̓ồ̷̱̽i̶̯̤̮͐n̵̬̝̑g̸̦̺̈̂͂ ̷̘͈̻̒̅̉t̴̛͔̖̣͆̆ọ̵͝ ̸̘̆̿d̴̺͗͜i̶̖͐e̶̬͇̦͑.

“4…”

Your lungs were on fire.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you. E̵͈̒̃̾v̸͎̗̠̍̓̉e̵̡͖͗r̵͍̗̼͝͝y̷̜͓͍͗͌̒t̵̙̪͕͝h̸̥͆͜͝i̵͕̱͚͊̃͂n̸̜͈̥̏g̸̮͐̐̿'̸̛̰̖͎͌̽s̶̪̦̉̋ ̶̯̋̔ẉ̷̦͌r̷̦̜̉o̴̼̔̚n̸̝̒͌ǵ̴̖͇͌.

“3…”

Your head was light.

Please don’t blame yourselves.I̵͉̹̎̀ ̷͓̈́a̸̢͎͒m̴̭̋̏ ̷̤͕̾̓̅s̷͚͔͚̔ǫ̷̖͖̎͆̇ ̷̼̂â̷̘̜̝̎l̸̦̦͚̉o̸͔̒̅n̸͇̑̔̃e̴͚̒͋.

“2…”

You braced for impact.

I love you all. I̵̥͙̺̓̉t̶͓̣͒͠'̷̥͐̃͒s̷͙̺̉̂ ̵̩͔̀̌͋s̷̨̲̙̃o̵̧̗̗͛ ̵͒͜c̵͓̥̍ỏ̵͙͓̪͂̉l̸͎̖̱̾͝d̵̡͇̉.

“1…”

Thank you for everything. H̵͍̙͉͐e̴͉͖̔̔͂l̵̬̥̰͐̚p̴͔̣̓̎͆ ̶̨̍̐̈́m̶̙̤͕͊̍̋e̷̡̪̺͐̂.̸̱̟̈́̓

“Detonating.”

You screamed.

They didn’t learn about it until the morning. The whole country knew. Soon, the whole world.

The apartment building had exploded in a fiery haze, collapsing one half of the building into the inferno. It was attended by every fire station in the city. There were four dead, twelve injured and two in critical condition, at that moment. The source of the blast was floor fourteen. Your apartment. That’s what they knew. That’s what was reported by every news broadcaster in the city.

You were dead.

That’s what they knew.

Seven found out first. The alarms rang out during the countdowns. His fingers flew across the keys at a speed he didn’t know he could reach. It was too late. The continuous clicking came to an abrupt halt. He wasn’t fast enough. His heart pounded in his ears and he felt faint. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Pain welled up in his throat and tears drenched his skin. Seven couldn’t do anything. He had made that bomb. He wasn’t skilled enough to turn it off. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save- he couldn’t- he- save- you…

V was there. Seven had called him as the first countdown began. V, in the area at the time, rushed there only to arrive and watch everything collapse. He watched the fire erupt from the rubble, felt the heat on his entire body. He suffered the shockwave in his chest. The blaze of failure rivalled that of the flames before him. His heart clenched. He had failed yet another person he held dear. V froze in front of the mayhem.

The police asked him many questions; Where was he before the explosion? Did he know how it happened? Did he know anyone in the building? Did he live there? Did he have anywhere to go, anyone to call? V let them check his emergency contacts. Jumin was called.

Jumin arrived on the scene not even twenty minutes later to pick up V. He stepped out of the car, emotionless. The police filled him in. There was no body to be found, however, earwitnesses had overheard a scuffle and shouting moments prior, indicating there was someone else in the apartment. That’s what they knew. Jumin couldn’t feel anything. He comforted V regardless of the growing ache in his chest. He stepped to the side to call Jaehee. He could only manage the address and the words: “It’s MC, come immediately.” In too much shock, Jumin only found himself hugging V tighter.

She pulled up very soon after. “Mr Han…” She didn’t even have to ask. The flames had subsided and were replaced by a heavy sorrow hung which in the air. The sun peaked over the buildings, covered substantially by smoke. Above that, the pink sky glittered with the last remaining stars. Jaehee glanced up. She didn’t know what came over her but she found herself scowling at the sky. You’d loved it. You’d loved the feeling of freedom it gave. You’d loved the colours, how they spread across the sky as though it was a canvas and the sun was the artist. Now it glimmered with a hope that she didn’t know if she would ever get to experience again. Jaehee shook her head and looked back down. She had to make you proud. She had so much work to do.

Zen overheard it only after he’d left his house. It was in shop TVs, the people in the park were whispering about it, even his fellow actors. People he passed gave him pitiful looks and he hated it. Zen couldn’t bear to log into the messenger. He didn’t want to know that he could’ve helped you; that he could’ve made sure you weren’t alone. He didn’t want to think about it. It was too quiet during his rehearsals. His director sent him home early. As he rode home, the wind tore at his jacket and tugged on his hair. It was too cold. Yoosung called him soon after he made it home, in hysterics. Zen agreed to meet up.

They met at Yoosung’s place. Zen knew Yoosung wouldn’t be able to go anywhere else. He was distraught. His tears stained through his shirt. His friends were telling the school that he wouldn’t be in. Yoosung felt so, so, so very alone. You two were close for the fleeting moments you knew each other. First Rika, now you? His heart couldn’t take it. His mind was racing. Was it him? Was he a bad-luck charm? Was it his fault? Why did you have to leave him? Why now? Why? Why?! His thoughts cluttered, his emotions in pandemonium. He could do nothing but cry and hold onto Zen. Yoosung didn’t want to be alone. You made him feel less lonely. 

You made them all feel cherished. Feel wanted, feel heard, feel loved. But you were gone.

That’s what they knew.

Whoo boy did i make myself sad or what

I promise I’ll write more. And I’m not just saying that this time. I promise.

anyway, hope this is what you want! Just tell me if you’re unsatisfied and ill rewrite!

bye bye! *poof*

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[mysticanswers]

Hi! Please could I request headcanons of the RFA+V+Saeran first date with MC?

Oh, boy! First dates! I hope I do this justice for you,anon~! (: Sorry it takes me so long to finish these requests. I am a collegestudent who is trying to prepare for the sweet release of death finals.Anywho, I tried to make these worth the wait but I still feel like a potate.

Ø ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

After he finished up the semester, he vowed totake you on a dream date.

He suggested just about everything, and you hadto calm him down.

“We can see a movie, and go to dinner, and gobowling, and I’ll see if Jumin can lend us a limousine! Do you think he would?Oh! We can—“

“Yoosung… Sweetie, just breathe for a minute. Doeither of us have the money for this?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Er… Then how about a picnic?”

There we go, Yoosung. Thinking inside thewallet.

The two of you met at the park. He found a lush,green field for you two and laid down a large blanket.

He sat down a huge basket, and you werewondering what on earth he could have brought that would need that much space.

As if reading your thoughts, he began babblingat high-speed.

“I made sandwiches, gimbap—meat and withoutmeat, I didn’t think to ask if you were vegan, sorry—mandoo, gaeran mari, somemusubi.. Hmmm, oh, and rice cakes!! I also made—“

He continued on for a moment, listing off themenu as he pulled it straight from the basket.

You place a finger to his lips to silence him,and you could have sworn he almost jumped out of his skin.

“Yoosung!” you blurt. “Let’s just eat!”

His cheeks were an adorable shade of red, and his shoulders trembled.

He reminded you of a nervous little Chihuahua,and it honestly made you giggle a bit.

The two of you sat down to eat, and you noticedhe looked really drained.

“Did you get enough sleep? Did you play LOLOLall night again?”

He gave a sheepish smile and gestured to thefood laid out all around on the blanket.

“Not this time… I was up all night making thisfor us. I wanted it to be perfect, so I had to restart a few times… It isn’ttoo bland is it? Did I make it pretty enough?”

“Yoosung,” you breathe, quite shocked at theamount of effort he put into some picnic snacks. You shake your head indisbelief. How could any guy be so incredibly sweet?

“It is perfect. This entire day is perfect.Thank you so much.”

Yoosung looks entirely flattered, trying hisbest not to smile from ear to ear, looking down at his gimbap and toying with alace on his shoes.

This man is completely flawless in your eyes,and you are so proud of him. You decide you want to hang onto him for as long as humanlypossible.

Ø ~~~ZEN~~~

He asked you out through a phone call.

You had to mute the phone to keep from squealingright in his ear.

The two of you end up parking in front of alarge building. He didn’t tell you what the place was.

Zen is a complete gentleman, opening doors foryou and holding your hand every chance he gets, commenting on how beautiful youlook.

Which he better have, because you spent ages primping for this guy.

He leads you inside, and immediately you knowwhat the place is.

There are cymbals stacked up in the corner of themain hall, piano benches and music stands propped against the walls.

He smiles at you knowingly, then leads you intoa small room with just a piano and a couple of chairs.

“Pull a chair up and sit beside me… I want toplay something for you.”

You follow his instructions and sit in thechair beside his, just a bit behind him since he was sitting in front of thepiano—you didn’t want to get in the way.

His lips quirk up once more, a dazzling smilethat shows the pearly whites of his teeth.

Your heart thumps against your chest as hisbright crimson eyes gaze softly into yours.

“Don’t think I’m a creep just yet, but… Icouldn’t get you out of my mind. So…”

He turns around and taps out a few notes andchords, making sure of the key for what he was about to play.

“Ahem, I… I wrote this for you.”

Your eyes widened. He wrote you a song?! And heactually sounds nervous about it?!

Without further explanation, he began playingbefore he could chicken out completely.

It’s magnificent… The sweet melody fills theroom, a major key that could lift even the most broken of spirits.

Zen was slightly slouched, fingers gliding overthe keys as if it was second nature, swaying along gently to the music.

You press a hand over your mouth, smiling like agiddy little girl as you watch him play with such deep emotion. It was likeseeing a whole new Zen.

He looks entirely vulnerable before you, all ofhis emotions spilling out with every chord he creates.

Suddenly, a smooth, deep voice resoundsthroughout the room. He’s singing.

He adorns his suave baritone voice with vibrato, singing each note with utter grace and perfection…  

God, he sounds just like an angel…

You didn’t notice the tears falling from youreyes until the song was complete.

He turns around and looks at you, tears brimmingin his own eyes.

He smiles again, knowing exactly what you’refeeling.

He’s feeling it too.

You leap forward and wrap your arms around hisneck.

He laughs and embraces you as well.

“I love you, Zen…”

“Mm, not as much as I love you…”

♥

Ø ~~~JAEHEE~~~

Coffee shop?

WRONG.

The two of you are going to the sPA BECAUSE YOUBOTH DESERVE A BREAK.

After hearing how much Jumin was overworkingJaehee, the whole thing was your idea. Your bae was so!! stressed!!

You needed to relax anyway.

You planned it as a “date,” but the two of youhadn’t disclosed any romantic feelings for each other.

You wanted her to know how you felt, but at thesame it terrified you.

What if she doesn’t like you back? You don’tdeal very well with rejection..

The two of you got manicures and pedicurestogether.

It surprised you when you heard her giggle andapologize.

Apparently, her legs are very ticklish.

And it’sso cute.

Her laugh is so bubbly, and the way she curlsher legs up to avoid being tickled just warms your heart.

You love seeing her happy.

The only thing that started to bother you waswhen the two of you went for massages.

Both of you had to undress at least partiallyand be rubbed down by another person in order to receive a massage.

Jaehee was going to be pawed at by someone elsewith only a thin sheet in between the two of them.

[MC rage mode activated]

You could hardly enjoy the massage because ofit, especially when Jaehee let out little moans when the masseuse worked outthe stress from her shoulders.

That shouldbe me making her feel like that, you thought.

Finally the two of you got some alone time in amud bath.

She was reluctant to get in at first.

“Jaehee… They don’t just pick up some dirt andthrow it in here with water. This is good for your skin!”

“Good… mud?”

This sweetheart had never been to a spa before.You were so glad to treat her.

She got in and immediately the warmth of the mudsoothed her tension.

She is now leaning back against the edge of thebath. She’s had her eyes closed for several minutes; you could only assume she fell asleep.

“… You’re so cute when you’re sleeping…”

“Hm?”

“Oh! Nothing!”

MC, you big idiot. It’s a good thing she didn’thear that!

“Ah, I’m so relaxed. I haven’t felt like this inyear,” she hums. “Thank you so much, MC. I could just kiss you right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

MC, REALLY? You just love suffering, don’t you?Just love digging holes for yourself—

Jaehee laughs. She looks over at you with a widesmile and sees your blush.

It is so endearing to her. You’re just soadorable and shy. Why can’t you just tell her what you’re feeling?

“It’s the least I could do for someone like you,”she says, and your eyes widen to comic proportions.

She softly laughs again and leans over, pressinga soft kiss to your cheek.

[MC liquesce mode activated]

(∗∕∕⊙∕◡∕⊙∕∕)

Ø ~~~JUMIN~~~

Fancy dinner date with the executive director ofC&R~

It was surreal. Jumin ordered and sent you anice, black dress with matching heels and light jewelry. He even arranged alimousine to drive you two there.

You really felt like it was too much, but Jumininsisted that you just relax and indulge for tonight. This was your first dateand he wanted to make it special for the both of you in any way possible.

It was like you were in a fairy-tale

You would have believed that Jumin was princecharming if he hadn’t been looking so grumpy all night.

Finally, after the two of you were halfwaythrough your dinner, the wine you were drinking gave you enough confidence toask him why he looked so pissy.

“Is it me? Do you not like me…?”

“MC, that’s ridiculous. You’re the mostimportant woman in the world to me…”

“It’s just…”

He closes his eyes briefly and sighs, placinghis silverware down. He very suddenly pins you with a hard gaze, taking youaback.

“I misjudged the length… Your dress is tooshort. These dogs keep staring.”

Sure enough, there were men in this niceestablishment who were low-class enough to check out a lady. And another man’slady at that!

You pull your dress down over your knees, tryingto keep full coverage of your thighs while you sat at the table.

You are very uncomfortable.

The corner of Jumin’s lips twitch upwardslightly, and he flattens the back of his hand on the table in front of you.

“Give me your hand. They’ll stop looking.”

You are allfor that.

You place your palm gently in his, and a blushcreeps over your face.

He squeezes your hand softly, caressing it as ifit was a sacred treasure. He runs his thumb over your knuckles, back and forthwhile his silvery eyes watch your nerves settle down.

This feels really nice.

“They’re not looking anymore,” you sigh,relieved.

Jumin’s smile widens, and you feel your fleshrise as he brings your hand up and presses your fingers against his lips.

So warmand soft…

Your blush returns as your mind drifts,fantasizing about that tantalizing warmth against your own lips.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice deep and foreboding. “I’m the only one who should see you like that.”

Ø ~~~SEVEN~~~

Your phone lit up with brightly in the middle ofa message, a festive image of a roller coaster behind some obnoxious-coloredtext…. Ugh, spam???

“YOU HAVEBEEN CHOSEN! CLICK BELOW TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!!!”

You try to exit the pop-up, but unfortunately,it wouldn’t leave your screen.

You sigh and humor the ad, pressing the button.

“YOU’VEWON…”

… Is that a drumroll..?

“ONE OFMANY FREE DATES WITH 707!!!”

Oh my god, Seven, you freaking dork.

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, coveringyour mouth to hide a goofy grin so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.

Seven swings by the apartment and picks you upthe next day, then floors it to your destination.

A themepark?? So that’s what the roller coaster was about.

You felt nauseous. He better not drag you on anyroller co—

aaaaaaaaaaaand first stop, roller coaster.

“NOPE, NO. NO, SEVEN ZERO SEVEN, YOU BETTER STOP—AAGH.”

He’s dragging you along, insisting it will befun! He says if you come along, he has a top secret surprise for you~

You muster up the courage, but you’re stillshivering like crazy.

He holds your hand, a gesture that turns you redin the face. His palm is so warm against your own, and his fingers laced aroundyours perfectly. He is such a goodhand-holder what the hell

He was distracting you with his unassuming charmuntil you realized you were seated and strapped down in the coaster.

You start cursing under your breath, and Sevengives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Baaaabe, you’ll be fine! It’ll be worth it!”

The ride begins. You scream, he laughs, all thewhile gripping each other’s hand tightly.

You come out trembling, but he seems to havegotten a huge rush. He laughs and swings your hand to and fro as you walk.

“You made it! See, it wasn’t so bad! Ready foryour surprise, MC?”

You glare up at him, and you see him grinning.What the hell is he up to?

He brings you to the side of the nearestbuilding, away from the crowd, then gingerly tilts your chin up.

You blush, unable to be angry anymore as yougaze into his hypnotic golden eyes. He’sgoing to kiss me, oh my god, he’s going to kiss me!!

He comes closer, his nose bumping against yours,and your breath hitches. You can feel your lips tingling with anticipation.

Seven builds up the moment, letting the heat ofhis breath ghost over your lips for what seemed like an eternity.

You were on fire, wanting to just kiss himsenseless, but he held you firmly in place.

Finally, he moved closer and—

He gave a swift peck to your nose and backedaway.

REALLY.

You looked entirely offended, making him burstout laughing.

“Pffftt ha ha ha!! Tell you what,” he said, collectinghimself. “If you go on another one, I’ll give you the real surprise.”

You were about to refuse, but then he slid thepad of his thumb over your bottom lip. You groaned quietly.

“Maybe just one more…”

Ø ~~~V~~~

Nature hikes!

He still had a bit of sight left in oneeye—enough to get him around.

Plus, you were always there to guide him if heneeded it.

Turns out, he knew the trail fairly well, soonly a small amount of sight was needed to be able to maneuver around the treesand roots with ease.

This boy would not let your hand go, and it wasthe sweetest thing. He wanted you to stay close to him, as if he was afraid you were the one who would get lost.

The trees began to thin, and soon you two wereatop a large hill overlooking the city.

It was so beautiful, you felt like you were ontop of the world.

Well, with V by your side, you may as well be.

“MC, stand over here.”

You walked in front of the scenic view of thecity and stopped, looking at V expectantly.

“Now, smile!”

He had taken his camera out and was positioningit over his left eye.

You smile, and he takes the picture.

He doesn’t bother to see at how it turned out;with you in it, it will undoubtedly be perfect.

“Beautiful,” he says, and joins you where you’restanding.

He holds his camera up and snaps a photograph ofthe both of you.

“This one is for you.” He grabs the photo andhands it to you. A third of his face was cut from the picture, but it was stillsomething to remember this by.

Your first date with the man you’ll spendforever with. You clutched the picture to your chest, making a mental note toget a frame for it.

Suddenly, V’s shoulders started shaking, and hisbreathing became erratic.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, looking athim with concern.

“V, are you all right?”

As he looks over at you, you saw a smile on hisface. He was laughing, with a single tear spilling down his cheek.

You didn’t know how to react, so you wrapped himup in an embrace that he returned immediately.

“We haven’t known each other for very long, butI can tell…” His voice was quivering in your ear.

“I can tell that I don’t ever want to forgetyour face. I don’t ever want to forget the way you smile when you see me. Orthe way you laugh when I make some pathetic joke… I don’t ever want to forgetthe way your eyes light up like the stars of a million galaxies when I speak. I don’t wantto forget… Please tell me I won’t forget.”

“V…”

The two of you spent the entire day and nighttogether. He never took his eyes off of you. No matter where you went or whatyou did, as long as you were in sight, his eyes belonged to you. And for aslong as his sight lasts, he will pledge himself to committing every one of yourdetails to memory. He will never forget your face.

Ø ~~~SAERAN~~~

It’s almost midnight when you hear little taps on your window.

Curious, you peer outside and are immediatelymet with two dazzling aquamarine eyes.

You nearly have a heart attack.

This beautiful white-haired man is smilingsoftly, gesturing for you to open your window.

Shouldyou? He looks dangerous, but… Something inside you wants to know who he is andwhat he wants. Could this be the hacker that led you to this place?

You crack open the window, just enough to hearhim speak. Your grip is tight, so that you can close and lock it immediately ifthe need arises.

“MC, I see you’re adjusting well. Why don’t youcome outside?”

“Y-you’re Unknown?”

“Ah, clever little thing, aren’t you? Come onout. I won’t hurt you~”

Will he? Comeon, MC… Don’t be stupid. You can’t possibly do what he says. He’s the hacker!You have to call Seven!…

Before you could even process what washappening, he pushes the window open more and grabs your hand, jerking youforward so abruptly that you almost knock your head on the window.

“But… If you rat me out, I might hurt you alittle~!” He giggles, and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come out, I’ll do it! Just… let me go,please.”

He releases your arm and pries the window openenough for you to get out.

“And leave your phone inside…”

You’re both outside now, and he takes your handgently in his as he guides you along.

You find it odd how gentle he turned out to be after getting you outside—maybe he won’thurt you after all. But where is he taking you?

“I imagine you have a lot of questions. I’ve got a little time to kill, so I’ll clear some things up.”

The night went by with you and this stranger handin hand, strolling through the town in the dead of night.

He seemed to be glowing, ethereal under themoonlight. His mystery fueled your curiosity, and so the two of you quietlyspoke as you made your way along.

Soon, you return to the apartment building. Younotice how reluctant you are to leave this mystery man. You had enjoyed thecompany, and moreover you had grown accustomed to his touch.

Which all but makes you groan disappointedly ashe lets your hand go.

He takes notices and chuckles, forcing a chilldown your spine.

“You like me, don’t you? You don’t want me toleave. Mm… Would you like me to join you in your bedroom for the night?” Hisvoice is low and sultry, whispering a proposition into your ear that makes yourface heat up like crazy.

Yes. Yes.God, yes.

You open your mouth, but are far too flustered to speak. Absolutely no soundcomes out. He knows what this means…

The two of you are now inside, lips crashingonto the others’ in the heat of the moment.

His mouth is like a bittersweet poison, drippingwith sugary venom, driving your senses wild.

Everywhere he touches sets your body on fire.Why, why are you doing this? This isn’t you.

But the sense of danger and mystery just sucksyou in entirely. This man makes you weak and entirely submissive to his will.

He pushes you onto your bed, then crawls on topof you and pins your wrists firmly to the mattress.

You are helpless and feeble, docile andobedient.

You’re loving this.

You can’t get enough of his taste, tonguedancing around yours in a scorching sensation that only the two of you canfeel.

His teeth bite at your flesh, leaving trails ofbright red love marks over your neck and throat.

You crave more, so much more, lifting your bodyto rub against his, then he stops.

The two of you panting is the only sound heardthroughout the silence.

You want to say his name, but you realize thatyou don’t even know it yet.

“That’s enough for tonight,” he murmurs, pickinghimself up from the bed.

You sit up, reaching out to him, your face ablushing mess.

“W-wait! Where are you going?”

He lifts the window, and just as he is about todisappear, he flashes you a wicked grin.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll come get you soon..~”

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[annebrontesrequiem]

Hi how bout rfa+v and saeran reacting/dealing with an. MC after getting attacked by rika who is on the run abd suffering the same fate as V , the possibilities of going blind.

Yay!!! More angst!!! Actually angst is now kinda my thing, I’m gonna be known as the person who does le angst! Sounds good to me lolol!! Anyway let us continue!

Also let’s all agree Rika is basically the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix, let’s be honest

Zen

There was no way he saw it coming

You were just going out to get more fruit, since you guys had eaten it all the night before

And he had decided to go with you because I mean why not?

It was a beautiful night out, not too cold, but just cool enough so he could cuddle you the whole way

After you guys got the fruit there was still some time, so you two decided to stroll in your favorite park

There weren’t any other people around, and the golden light of park lights made you a path

Zen kept talking about how you looked like an angel in the golden light

And you replied; “Your hair looks practically golden!”

But he turned around at your confused look, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a flash of actual golden hair

While he felt your grip suddenly yanked from him he turned back around

To see a blonde haired woman straddling you, knife in hand

“Rika!”

He ran to get the devil off of you, but right before he could someone pushed him to the ground

Not looking towards his captor his eyes were still on you, mouth covered by a black leather glove, he saw Rika raise the knife up your face and to you eye

Lurching forward one last time someone clubbed him from behind and he lost conciousness

When he woke up he was in the hospital

Lurching up the minute he regained consciousness he screamed your name

Looking around he saw a curtain separating him from the next patient, he looked at the ID

It was you

Thanking the gods he slowly walked over to you, careful of his head, which still throbbed slightly, and of all the wiring

“Jagi?” He asked softly, and sighed in relief when you opened your eyes, only to have his eyes filled with tears and he drew back momentarily in shock

You right eye was much lighter than before, light, light like nothing else, and thin film around half of it, following where the red scar was snaking its way down your face

“Jagi, did she do this to you?” He asked softly, soft lines of tears began to drip down your face, as you nodded slightly

“Zen, Zen I can’t see correctly, part of my vision is so dark!”

You sat up and he went to hug you tightly, tears of anguish and fury dripping down his eyes

“Zen, I’m so sorry, I’ll never be able to see you perform with my two eyes again, the doctors, the doctors said they can’t fix it!”

At that he cupped your face, wiping your tears

“Oh, my darling, never apologize for this, it’s that woman that deserves to pay, not you.”

After you had calmed down you fell asleep against him until the doctors came in

He was released a few days before you, since you had more issues, the doctors were trying to do the best they could for you, so he decided to pay that snake a visit

Going back to the park where it happened, now practically back to normal, at the same time of day he sat down

And waited

He didn’t have to wait long, she appeared right in front of him

“Oh, do you want to join her? Doing something for her might get you into paradise you know.”

Zen just smiled and moved his hand, revealing a Taser he brought just in case

Punching her in the gut he managed to get a few punches and although he didn’t get to do what he wanted to get done he was satisfied

Rika deserved worse than death for everything she’d done

But you were the worst by far

Yoosung

He learned about Rika the hard way

You were going to the beach, a place in the south where the air was clean

It was actually Jumin’s private one, so you were guaranteed some privacy, and boy was he nervous

He’d never been alone with you, especially not at a pool or a beach

You two were running down the beach, feet falling in the sand, when she came out and lunged at you

“Rika! What are you doing?” Yoosung cried out, finding himself being pulled back from behind

Rika smiled slyly at him at you closed your eyes, not being able to bear to see the face of the one you loved

But unfortunately she noticed that

Flipping you over on your back she raised the pocket knife she was hiding to your eye

You flinched to the sounds of Yoosung’s screams, but were determined to face her

Staring right at Rika, you let out a strangled sound of alarm as she raised the knife to your eyes

You heard screaming, now not one voice but two, but part of your vision was cut out

Not enough not to see Rika raise the bloodied knife again

“MC!”

Yoosung’s voice was the last thing you heard before the blood loss became too much and you passed out

When you woke up for a minute you thought you were still dreaming

All you could see were slight colors

Then you realized it wasn’t a dream

“Yoosung!” You screamed again and again

You felt arms around you

“MC! Oh my God you’re alive!”

“Yoosung I can’t see, Yoosung help me!”

He couldn’t do anything but hold you, trying to hold himself together for you

But you couldn’t help but feel his tears, which caused you to grip him even tighter

“Yoosung, I’m so sorry, she was so much to you!”

“No, no MC, my loss is nothing compared to yours, and I swear I will help you the whole way! You’re my universe, the center of my world! And promise that if I ever see her again I am paying her back for what she did.”

When visiting hours were older Yoosung finally let himself slip into Yandere mode

No one knew how he knew where he was going, he couldn‘t answer that himself

But when he saw Rika he jumped on her, and gave her five completely obliterated ribs to show her what kind of person you were to him

You didn’t know until years later

Yoosung wasn’t kidding

He would do anything for the center of his world

Jaehee

She got a bunch of cryptic texts from an unknown number

It changed every time, but she knew that it was the same person, there was no denying that

Assuming it was some sort of weird Christian conversion thing, with all its talk of paradise she ignored it

But the messages started getting weirder and weirder

Eventually the last one came

“You denied paradise, now you must pay the price our savior has chosen.”

Shaking her head she dialed your number

Waiting she sighed when it went to voicemail

That’s odd, she thought, MC’s always free at this time, and she didn’t tell me about any schedule change

Shaking her head she assumed she was being paranoid

Locking up the coffee shop she decided to pay you an impromptu visit

But something was obviously wrong when the door was ajar and screams were echoing in the hallways

Rushing in she found you curled up, hands on you eyes, which were very obviously bleeding, a knife at your side with a pristine piece of paper on it

“From paradise, keep it as a reminder” Read the tag

Throwing it in fury Jaehee dialed an ambulance, then everyone in the RFA

When you were done operating the doctors approached her

“She dodged a bullet. She’ll have to wear these bandages for a month, but we have managed to save her vision.”

Jaehee was crying with gratitude

Rushing in she saw you

“MC?”

“Jaehee?” You asked, and she began crying even harder, running towards you, wrapping you in a big hug, you were shaking against her, partially of happiness, and partially of a lingering fear

Jaehee took notice of this and made sure Seven tracked Rika down

When the viper was finally caught Jaehee made sure to show her what she was made of

Rika wasn’t likely to forget, and neither was Jaehee for everything she’d caused you

Jumin

He didn’t understand how it could’ve happened

How one of his guards could betray him

How one of his own guards could’ve been working for that evil organization

All he knew is that one day you were gone, and after speeding down paths he found you at the side of a practically abandoned road, eyes a bloody mess, you unconcious

Wrapping you in his arms he was shaking with a fury he hadn’t felt before

When you were admitted to the hospital he refused to leave you, waiting outside your door when he had to, and when not required right beside you, a hand on yours

The doctors worked hard, but unfortunately the blood had sent permanently in one of your eyes, and nothing could save it

He looked at the surgeons incredulously but remained silent, his wrath wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for someone else

Waiting once again he saw your hand move

“MC!” He rushed up, pressing your hand to his chest

You slowly opened your eyes

“Jumin, what, how?” Your eyes changed from bewilderment to panic. “Jumin, why isn’t my right eye working, why, it’s open isn’t it?!”

You started shaking and he kneeled, wrapping his arms tightly around you until you began to calm down

“I know, I’m so sorry, there’s nothing they can do, believe me they tried, I promise they did. I’m so sorry.”

You were shaking slightly, and he just pet your hair, as you tried to process everything

I’m sorry

A year later

With your good eye you spied a piece of news on the television

You were curled up with Jumin, Elizabeth on your lap

“A woman has been found dead in prison, she was there for countless crimes, including attempted manslaughter.”

“Jumin, her face, it looks familiar.” You said softly, and he looked at you worriedly

Kissing you lightly he smiled. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” You smiled at him

“I trust you Jumin. With my life if necessary.”

And I made sure a promise was repaid

Saeyoung

He was in immediate panic mode when he came back, dreading how he needed to keep pushing you away, to the apartment and you were gone, the window left ajar

Going into complete panic mode he spent 48 hours typing furiously, making calls, and crying before he passed out on his desk

A week later a letter showed up

“The one thing you care about the most in this world will come to you.”

On the back was a coordinate

Saeyoung spent no time driving there

When he reached there he found a person, lying unconscious, crude bandages on their eyes

Gasping he ran over to you

“Oh my God MC! N-no, this, this isn’t happening!”

He carried you into the car, and slammed on the gas, ignoring everything else

The hospital wait was horrible, every second dragging on and on

When the doctors came out he rushed up

“It was a hard go, we could only salvage one eye, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing to save the other, and once she hits past forty she’ll most likely become permanently blind in both eyes.”

His eyes started flooding at those words

Oh God, why did I push her away? God forgive me of my sins!”

Rushing past them he saw you, staring at him

“Luciel?”

“MC!”

He put his arms around you, pulling you against his warm chest, and you closed your eyes, beginning to also cry

“Luciel, I can’t see, I’m sorry, but my left eye is gone. I can’t-” your voice cracked with emotion “I can’t preserve this moment with my own two eyes.”

“Saeyoung.”

“What?”

“My name is Saeyoung, and I will never push you away again.”

“Oh Saeyoung!” You began to cry harder, slowly slipping into sleep, however catching the corner of a phrase

“I love you.”

V

The surgery had been a success, and you two were overcome with joy

Seeing him look at every single detail of the world with new eyes made your heart burst, and you couldn’t imagine anything better

But your time of happiness was cut short

It was autumn, and you two were in the woods, him with his camera once more, trying to capture every fallen leaf, when Rika jumped out, bringing a gun to you head

“Rika!” V screamed, as tried to throw his camera, causing you to begin to cry

Forced down on his knees by other members Rika started laughing, the sound warbling from a cackle and the tinkling sound he used to know

“You should’ve stayed blind Jihyun, now you’ll pay.”

Listening to the screams of the one who was just before gasping happily you were pushed on your stomach, a jackknife now tracing it’s way up your cheek

“Jihyun, I love you.” You said, right before the knife was raised

You heard him scream before you lost consciousness

Jihyun was screaming as Rika did her work, managing to find strength he pushed the others off of him, before running up and throwing her off of you

Cradling you he screamed at the snake, before stepping on her arm, a sapping sound ensuing

Ignoring the scene he left the pulled out his phone, so grateful for the service out her, he called the hospital

“Hold on MC, I promise I will save you.”

You woke up to darkness

“Jihyun? Jihyun where are you?!”

You felt his arms incasing you but you could yet not see him

“MC, oh MC I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. She was right I should’ve stayed blind.”

“No, no whatever you think please do not think that!”

You could feel his cheeks become wet

“MC, I promise I will help you, I will see everything for you. I will become your eyes.”

I will protect you forever, for this life and beyond, because it is you who gave me life

Saeran

“This is what she did to you!”

Saeran’s voice echoed throughout the whole room as he clutched at you, the only person in the world he’d ever loved

One of your eyes was purple and red, no white was left in it, that side of your face was also cut up, and Saeran was shaking in fury

“If she wasn’t dead already I would’ve sent her to Hell!”

You tried to comfort him, but he was beyond that

“How, how could that damn woman do this to you!”

“Saeran, please, please; don’t. I don’t want to think about it.”

He immediately shut up, instead staring at you

“Are you okay, do you need something? One minute!”

He ran out of the hospital room, only to come back five minutes later with a tub of ice cream

“Here, to make you feel better.”

You took the vanilla, and despite all your efforts you began to cry

“What’s wrong MC?!” He rushed over to you

“I, I just wish that I could see you smile with both eyes, you love ice cream so much! And I’ll never see your smile when you eat it ever again.”

You were crying harder and he enveloped you in a hug

“Then I will make sure you will still be able to see my happiness.”

And he kissed you softly

You leaned in, needing the warmth, something to remind you this was real

“And I promise to make sure you will be able to see whatever you want. The leaves in the fall, the blossoms in the spring, I promise you will still be able to see the beauty, I will make sure of it.”

He stroked your hair and you listened to his heartbeat, nodding

I will make sure you will be able to see it all…

Another long one! Oh my God I’m so tired! Honestly I will try to do another tomorrow, but I might have to take a break!! I have stuff to do lol! Either way I will do my best! Enjoy!

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[serensama]

To Bloom

Hey Guys!  This is actually a short HC! WHO KNEW I COULD MAKE THOSE?! 

How would the RFA + CO react to receiving flowers from MC? 

  Yoosung:

-          MC held out a bunch of peonies for Yoosung as he was wrapping up a game of LOLOL

-          Taking off his headset he looked up his girlfriend, completely befuddled

-          “Who are these for honey?” he asked as he reached for them reflexively and breathed in their sweet scent.

-          “For you silly!” she giggled as his eyes snapped right back to hers, shocked and confused.

-          “For me?” he clarified pointing to himself, still unsure even as MC continued to nod. “But aren’t I supposed to give you flowers MC? Isn’t that how this is meant to work?” he questioned as he carefully drew his fingers over the petals.

-          “It’s not meant to work in any specific way Yoosung- I wanted to get you flowers so I got you flowers! You can do the same for me one day if you want, or you don’t have to- but seeing you smile like this makes me happy!” she grinned.

-          Yoosung sat there long after MC gave him a kiss and continued on her day, just looking at the flowers in his hands. He can’t believe she got him flowers- just like that- it wasn’t his birthday or any special occasion. She just did it because she wanted to see him smile.

-          He was Just. So. Happy.

-          It isn’t until many months later does MC find out by accident that he pressed his flowers and laminated them over a picture of them to make a bookmark, something he has with him everywhere he goes as he studies. He’s even written on the back of the picture the date he received them from her.  

-          He was a sentimental man.

-          He continues to use the bookmark even in his veterinary practise, in his favourite medical text books. MC can always see it peeking through the pages in his library.

Zen:

-          MC was standing there in his dressing room, her arms behind her back

-          Running up to her, sweat still at his brow, Zen threw his arms around her and gave her a resounding kiss.

-          “Jagi! How was that? Did you enjoy the show? Was I good?” he asked a mile a minute, still hyped up on adrenaline.

-          As she answered him, MC pulled out her arms to present him a lovely arrangement of carnations

-          Zen was absolutely shocked.

-          MC quickly puts the flowers down however when she realises her boyfriend has tears streaming down his face.

-          “Zen! Hyun- what’s wrong?” she asked panicked about the sudden turn of events.

-          “Nothing MC, nothing at all” he smiled through his tears, “-the first person to give me flowers for my performance was Rika… but no one has done it since… until you. Thank you Jagi, thank you!” he exclaimed, taking her back into his arms.

-          MC makes a promise to herself that he will have flowers for every opening and closing night for as long as he performs.

-          Zen has always loved flowers and is happy enough to cord the flowers through his hair and into MC’s.

-          He has actually learned how to make flower crowns and has taken to wearing them for his selfies.

-          “Look at the amazing flowers my MC got for me this time around- Love you Jagiya!”

-          His favourite thing to do however, is to tear the petals off to create a path for MC to follow throughout the house.

-          And yes, they usually lead to the bed.

Jaehee:

-          She’s coughing again and she’s overworking herself… again

-          MC tuts to herself as she looks over her, trying desperately to find a way to make her day just that little bit better.

-          Seeing the vendor across the street, MC runs over and buys a simple bunch of orchids.

-          As Jaehee calls for the next customer she is surprised to see her girlfriend in line with a mischievous look on her face.

-          Playing along Jaehee asks for her order and how she would like to pay- only to be given a bunch of flowers in return.

-          MC marvelled at how large Jaehee’s eyes became; larger than saucers and brighter than a star. Even though she was sick she was glowing.

-          Jaehee had never received flowers from any of her previous partners, so getting them from MC just to make her feel better was just… it was amazing.

-          Jaehee quickly found a vase to put them in and they stayed front and centre on the counter beside her all day.

-          Before they began to wilt she took a photo of the flowers and sent them to a local artist to paint them for her.

-          Jaehee hangs the painting in her shop so whenever she feels down or tired, she can look at it and smile and remember who helped make all this possible.

Jumin:

-          MC had surprised him at the office with a bunch of red and white roses

-          He sat there for a full minute looking between her and the flowers in her hand

-          “I’m sorry MC- you said they were… for me?” he confirmed as she held them out for him to take.

-          MC smiled as she carefully placed them on his desk and gave him a kiss on the cheek

-          “Not that I’m ungrateful but… why? They’re not necessary MC, I love you just as you are-”

-          MC placed a finger over his lips to quiet him “They’re not for anything. I was just on my way here and I saw them and I thought of you. I love you, and these roses reminded me of that love… besides they’ll help brighten up your office!”

-          “I uh… I… thank you. Assistant Kang,” he called over his intercom, “please find a vase to put these flowers in while my wife and I go out to lunch.”

-          The next day MC visits him- the flowers are no longer there or anywhere on the office floor.

-          Although hurt, she didn’t say anything. Perhaps flowers really weren’t his thing… she’d remember for next time. “Come on darling, you must be starving” she said as she offered her hand out to him, trying to cover the sadness in her voice.

-          It wasn’t until one month later when MC was looking for Jumin’s suitcase that she knocks something in the back of his closet, getting on her knees she pulls it out carefully.

-          It’s a big glass case with a bouquet of red and white roses perfectly preserved inside.

-          A gold plaque on the front with the date she gave him the flowers plus a further inscription of “eternal, passionate love” … the meaning of the roses inside.

-          Choking back the tears that dared to fall, MC bit her lip to trap her sobs as she put back his secret treasure.

-          MC ran out and jumped on top of her husband, attacking his mouth with her own. So, he did like flowers after all…

 Saeyoung:

-          MC tapped him on the shoulder, making the hacker jump in his chair

-          He was so focused on his work he hadn’t noticed her come in

-          Grinning widely when she realised who it was he spun around on his chair and put his hands on her hips bringing her closer to him; kissing her stomach in an affectionate greeting.

-          MC threaded her fingers through his hair and giggled, before tapping him on the head.

-          Looking up, his amber eyes widened when he saw her holding out a large bouquet of tulips.

-          One blink. Two blinks. Three and then four.

-          “AAACHOOOO!”

-          MC stepped back flustered, pulling back the flowers as far away as she could from him

-          She began to apologise over and over again, “I didn’t realise you were allergic to flowers Hun! I just wanted to do something nice for you… I’ll get them out right awa-”

-          Saeyoung wiped at his nose with the back of his sleeve before lunging and screaming “No! My flowers!”

-          MC uncertainly gave him back the flowers which he held to his chest lovingly- only making him sneeze four times in succession.

-          Saeyoung kept the flowers at his desk right beside his computer screens so he could look at them and smile, knowing that MC was thinking of him.

-          He began taking allergy medication to make sure they could stay beside him.

-          They were beginning to go brown and lose their petals but he refused to let MC take them away.

-          Finally, MC took away the withered stems and murky vase of water whilst her fiancé was asleep, but as she walked out she noticed that one of his screensavers were of the flowers when they were still in full bloom…

-          Saeran teases him all the time whenever the picture comes up but Saeyoung is too busy smiling to care.

Saeran:

-          “MC… why is there pot plant in my window?” he asked as they walked into his room, Saeran staring at the pot like it was an alien.

-          MC giggled and draped her arms around her boyfriend, running her fingers up and down his neck, “Because I want you to have another reason to get up in the morning, to love and care for this plant- just like I love and care for you Saeran…”

-          He groaned inwardly. He hated plants… but he loved MC so for her sake he would try. Nodding his head and offering her a tight smile, Saeran gave his girl a kiss on the temple and released a heavy sigh.

-          Truth be told, he forgets about it.

-          For a long, long time.

-          It’s brown and wilted… it’s almost dead.

-          One day after he gets out of the shower he stops suddenly, seeing MC give the plant just enough water for it to keep living.

-          Saeran hides behind the wall so that MC wouldn’t know that he saw her… his heart breaking knowing how badly she wants it live… to give him a chance to bring it back to life himself.

So he does. He goes online and looks up how to nurse the plant back to health and how to make plants grow faster and stronger.

-          In no time the first buds begin to open… Oriental lilies… pink and white

-          She chose this plant because it reminded her of him

-          Saeran felt a flutter of achievement at seeing it bloom, at feeling himself… bloom.

-          The next time MC is over Saeran excitedly rushes her over to the window in his room where she finds a flourishing pot plant… and another two beside it.

-          A sturdy, prickly little red cactus and a pot of dirt.

-          Saeran points to the cactus, “That’s Saeyoung, funny looking and hard to kill” smirking at MC’s laughter.

-          He then points to the lilies. “This is us, I can only grow because of you, I am only strong because of you.”

-          MC blinks back the mist forming in her eyes and points to the last pot, “What’s this then?”

-          “Oh that?” Saeran looks at the pot nonchalantly, “-that’s for our baby”

-          SAY WHAT?

-          “Yeah I asked the people at the nursery to plant something beautiful and precious… I don’t even know what they put in there but I’m excited to find out”

-          “I love our little pot of dirt Saeran.”

V:

-          V walks into his house and instantly he can smell… flowers?

-          Walking over to where he can hear MC pattering around as she hummed to herself, he leaned against the door frame focusing his eye on her form. Her arms moving about her as she arranged the flowers.

-          Bright and golden, the petals large and catching the light just so… they were sunflowers. His favourite. Even with his rapidly vanishing vision- he could still see them so clearly.

-          MC began talking, without looking behind her. She had grown quite astute to his presence, knowing the sound of his breathing, the smell of his subtle cologne, the warmth of his very being.

-          “They’re beautiful… just like you V. Bright and tall and wonderful. They’re strong and hardy just like you. They make you happy by just being there just like you. They find their way through the darkness and always find the light… just like you will.”

-          He’s crying

-          She’s crying

-          They both smile through the tears and they hold each other looking at the beautiful arrangement she had created for him.

-          From that day on his house is never without sunflowers.

-          In fact- they’re the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes from his corrective surgery, followed almost instantly by her concerned but hopeful face.

-          And he just knows- that this beautiful new view is the perfect start of their lives together.

-          Sunflowers always made him happy.

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