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Fluffy Kittens ~ Jumin Han x Katrina, Elizabeth the 3rd x Delilah

(( This is a birthday gift for my bestie who got me into JoJo and Obey Me, and even fangirled with me over Mystic Messenger, and since Jumin was her fave, more or less because of how cute Elizabeth the 3rd was, while I was all over Saeyoung and Zen...This goes without saying...

Buuuuut, since I wanted to make this extra cute and fluffy, and also make it more intriguing, while also adding Delilah playing and cuddling with Elly...This is gonna be pretty personal for the both of us.

Happy Birthday, Deli, even though you hate it, I’m wishing you all the best, and I’m super happy that we’ve been friends for...5 years? Or so? And even though we don’t talk regularly, I’m always happy to spend time with you IRL and sing silly things, watch Osomatsu-san, do JoJo poses and voice act again <3

As well as that, I’m sure you’ll ace the Graduation exams, because you’re a smart bby, even though you undervalue yourself so much, and you’ll DEFINITELY get yourself into Vet Uni and we will see each other more often <3

Also, thank goodness, you literally look like the MC from MysMes, this makes it so much easier since I didn’t get the time to draw the You x Levi thingy I’ve had in mind for half a year ^^” ))

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Katrina and Delilah, two Veterinary Medicine students, were walking towards the park, as they found it very relaxing to study together, outside, on a nice bench, while also looking at the dogs playing around.

However, today was much different, for they found a phone on the ground, and the chestnut haired girl picked it up, examining it, then turned to the older girl with a confused expression.

“What should we do about it?” she asked, handing her the phone. “This looks rather new, almost brand new. Let’s see what contacts it has, maybe we can call someone and tell them about the missed phone. If not...Let’s just leave it here or something, it’s not really my problem.” she shrugged, rushing to sit on the nearest bench, as she unlocked the phone. “It has no password?!” Delilah sat down next to her, hugging her arm and leaning on her side as she peered into the phone’s screen. “Well, I don’t have either, but I’m not a careless airhead...This looks brand new, it has no contacts...” the red haired girl muttered in confusions, frowning slightly. “Look, there’s this app installed, RFA. Maybe it’s like a Messenger or something?” she proposed, as her friend nodded. “Okay, let’s see...Ah, look, there are some people here. Jumin Han, Zen, Jaehee Kang, Yoosung and 707. I guess it’s worth a shot.” Katrina said, opening the chatroom option, only for the the screen to start looking glitchy, and a man called Unknown to message them instead. “What’s going on...?” Deli asked with uncertainty, getting creeped out. “I say we throw this away, this is getting sketchy as hell.” Katrina frowned, leaning back on the bench, as the third party was giving them an address to give the phone to. “We shouldn’t. Who knows what could happen.” the red head shook her head. “But the person’s phone...This address is a pretty nice residential area, lots of young people live here. I even have University colleagues living there. What could go wrong?” Delilah convinced her friend, as she could only sigh, nod, and start walking in that direction. “If we live through this mess, I’m getting drunk.” Katrina chuckled, as she input the code and got inside the apartment.

The place was a little dusty, but it seemed pretty cozy, despite being a bit small. Even so, as soon as they stepped in, the glitchy background disappeared, and a long chat conversation that revealed all the chat members mentioned above...Until they realised we were there too.

Everyone was suspicious of us, and rightfully so, I’d say, but we were just as confused as they were.

Katrina: Look, so, uh...We don’t know who this ‘Rika’ person is, and frankly, we don’t care either. We found this phone on the ground and this RFA app was the only one installed. We wanted to call someone so we could return the device to the rightful owner, and my friend didn’t want to go to the police unless necessary. Well, I would’ve left it on the ground...But she’s an angel, anyway. To put it lightly, we’re as confused, if not, more confused than you are. Anyhow, we got messages to return this phone to this address, so there is that.

Somehow, Yoosung and Zen started talking besides the point, while Jumin tried to get them back on track and 707 was trying to hack and find out our identity.

Katrina: If it helps, we can send a selfie to show you that we are real people or something. On the other hand, if I guessed correctly, the pictures next to your names are your actual selfies.

Katrina: Ah, my friend wants to speak as well. I will write in Italics, while she’ll write in bold, to make things easier to differentiate.

Zen: Are you a woman?!

Yoosung: OMG! I guess only the picture will tell!

707: Zen. Be more serious, plz?

707: And wait a sec on the woman thing.

707: Looking it up.

Katrina: Wait no more. Lo’ and behold, the beauty and grace of a Devil and an Angel.

Urging Delilah to get closer, Katrina extended her arm out to take a selfie. She smirked mischievously, as her friend smiled softly, offering a peace sign.

Katrina: Satisfied your curiosities?

Then, they started introducing each other one by one, more or less forced by the other, and it was clear that this party was rather...Unique.

When Yoosung introduced himself, Delilah gasped and took the phone from her friend’s hand.

Katrina: Omg, Yoosung, I know you! You are in the same University as me! You are 2 years younger than me, but I saw you around! My name is Delilah, but I understand if you haven’t seen me, I’m not the most flashy around. Katrina also finished Vet Uni just last year, and she has been working at this super high tech clinic for a few years now!

Katrina: Woaw, Deli, fate sure fools around in mysterious ways. Oh well, Yoosung is still young, but you must be very hard-working and diligent if you got yourself in such a difficult University. I wish you luck for the years to come.

Yoosung: O M G ! ! ! That’s SO cool! Maybe we can hang around some time! Or eat together at the cafeteria, if our schedules have some common breaks!

Zen: LOLOL Yoosung, you lucky guy.

707: I can confirm, they’re real cuties!

Katrina: Haha, thanks.

Seeing that this conversation eased the others a bit, Seven posted a picture of Jumin with his cat, and...

Katrina: OHMYGOD THAT CAT IS GORGEOUS OMG!!!!!

Jumin Han: Finally, someone who can appreciate beauty around this place.

Katrina: You should see Delilah, she’s gushing and squealing over how adorable Elizabeth is.

Katrina: Well, I have to agree anyway, she is very pretty.

Katrina: CAN I PLEASE PLAY WITH HER ONE DAY?!

Jumin Han: I wouldn’t let a stranger get anywhere close to my precious Elizabeth the 3rd.

Katrina: :C Okay...

Jumin Han: If you prove yourself to be a person of trust, and respect Elizabeth, unlike these guys here, then I may consider it.

Katrina: !!! Thanks, Jumin, you’re the best!

Katrina: Graciously spoken.

Katrina: Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell us what to do from now on, since we sincerely have no idea what to do. We would like to go back to the park and continue studying, but, uh...You don’t sound like bad people, so we wouldn’t want to inconvenience you either. We can’t remain to this place for too long, obviously.

As soon as Katrina wrote that, they started talking about this ‘V’ person, or the person in control of this RFA organisation, and while at it, Seven hacked into their social medias and said they were cute, while the others seemed shocked they were girls.

Then, V convinced the girls to help them host this charity party, and thinking it wouldn’t be too bad, at least for their CV, they agreed. What was rather sketchy for them was the address reveal...So they decided to stray away from that part, and not talk about it again.

Jumin Han: So, Katrina, Delilah, I will follow V’s decision. Will you join RFA?

Katrina: Sure. We don’t have anything to lose. We just have to respond and convince some guests to attend, and one the day of the party, be free the whole time and attend. You can count on us.

Katrina: It sounds like it would be fun!

It was all nice and dandy, unless they started talking about relationships, which made the red haired girl groan, roll her eyes and throw the phone on the desk, while slumping in the chair and leaning way back.

Katrina: I don’t get why you’re so upset over relationships. It’s no big deal, after all. It’s much better to cuddle cats anyway ^^

Katrina: I second that. Relationships are a drag, and humans are even worse. And selfish. I’m married to my work. Dating life ain’t for me, it seems. *shrug*

Zen: That...Sounds so sad ;;;

Jumin Han: I believe that’s rather sensible.

Zen: Shut up, you’re always fawned over by women!

Jumin Han: Women who only want me for my money.

Katrina: LOLOL, you’re sugar daddy material or what?

Zen: Lolololol Katrina you’re funny.

Yoosung: Jumin is the CEO of one of the wealthiest companies in Korea.

Katrina: Oh, great. Good for you.

707: Lololol this is funny. It’s like we’re talking to a female version of Jumin lololol.

Zen: Oh, God, no.

Katrina: I...Don’t know how I should react. Should I take it as a compliment?

Jumin Han: Yes.

Katrina: Very well then.

Katrina: Oh my God, imagine how happy Elizabeth is! Jumin has so much money to pamper and spoil her! What a happy baby!

707: Lololol yes, Elly is defo a happy cat!

Karina: I wish I could pamper Tsuki like you pamper Elizabeth too, Jumin ;;

Katrina: ...Same with I and Fifi, to be fair.

707: OMG YOU HAVE CATS TOO?!

Katrina: Yes, I do! Her name is Tsuki, she’s a British Shorthair, and she’s soooo cuteeee!!

Katrina:

Katrina: I agree. She’s adorable. And her meows are so high pitched and cute...

Katrina: Omg, Katrina made such a cute cat smile just now-

Katrina: DELILAH!!! >:C

Katrina: Hahaha so cute ^^

Katrina: Ahem. Well, as for my Fifi, she’s a dog. Bichon Havanese. Spoiled little baby. But, uh...I don’t think it matters much, seeing that you seem more interested in cats, which I can understand. Elizabeth and Tsuki are gorgeous.

Zen: I want to see something other than cats, please.

Katrina: Consider it done.

Katrina:

Katrina: She’s more photogenic than I’ll ever be lolol.

Katrina: Mood.

707: Omg I wanna play with both of them, at the same time!!

Jumin Han: Great, new animals for the abuser.

Zen: Fifi is so cute! Just like her owner~. *wink sticker*

Katrina: Haha, thanks, Zen. Likewise.

Yoosung: Zen is allergic to cats, and Jumin keeps talking about Elizabeth, so...It’s a mess.

Katrina: Lolol poor Zen. Better not get close to the clinic I work at, then.

Katrina: Awww, that’s so sad, Zen! Look!

Katrina:

Katrina: LOLOL DELILAH THAT’S EVIL HAHA-

Katrina : Hihi ^^ Everyone loves kitty toe beans!

Zen: I can already feel a sneeze-spree happening again.

Katrina: C’est la vie. Not everyone can enjoy the beauty of the world, unfortunately.

Jumin Han:

Katrina: LOLOLOL Jumin, you’re so savage!

Jumin Han: Glad I could amuse you, Katrina.

Zen: Why are you all so evil...

Katrina: Yo, I’ve a question.

Katrina: I know we don’t really know each other, but y’all seem like really nice people, so uhh...

Katrina: Even though you don’t trust us, I would like to go out to a pub with all of you.

Katrina: Maybe after the party, so you won’t be suspicious of us, or something.

Katrina: With so many unique personalities, it’s bound to be quite a successful hangout.

Katrina: That, and we don’t really have too many friends to hang out with lolol.

Katrina: ...That too. *shrug*

Yoosung: That’d be so cool! I’m in!

Zen: Omg, Katrina, so cute! I agree, it should be fun.

707: An opportunity to leave the house! Yes!

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang, make sure you keep that in our schedule.

Jaehee Kang: Very well...I agree it would be interesting, but...

Jaehee Kang: Can we really trust them so easily?

Jumin Han: Only time will tell.

Katrina: Well, it was nice talking/getting to know you all, but we have to go now. I’ve work tomorrow and Delilah has upcoming exams. Tschüss.

Katrina: Talk to you later!

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A few days after the whole chaos with the new phone, during one chill evening when the girls were watching a movie together, they saw Seven, Yoosung and Jumin chatting, so they decided to see what the talk was all about.

Jumin Han: Elizabeth the 3rd hasn’t been eating anything since she came back from Assistan Kang’s place.

Jumin Han: I have to call her.

Yoosung: Why don’t you call her rather than going online?

707: Since he can take care of things without hearing her voice?

Katrina: Jumin, if I may, perhaps Jaehee fed her too much. If you want, however, I have a few years of experience working in the clinic, I could check on her briefly, if you film her for me, or something.

Katrina: Although I would understand your skepticism if you don’t agree. It may be akin to home privacy invasion, since bits of the home may get captured in the video.

Jumin Han: You are very thorough in thinking of different possibilities.

707: Omg I’m jealous, I want a private video chat session with Elly too!

Jumin Han: Her name is Elizabeth the 3rd.

Jumin Han: Very well, Katrina, I will trust V’s judgement that you are safe.

Katrina: Thank you for trusting me enough to allow such a thing.

Katrina: And omg, your chat bubble is a cat, that’s so cute! Can Seven do that for us too?!

707: I’ll see what I can do!

Katrina: Sweet, thanks. Jumin, call me when you’re free.

Jumin Han: Very well.

It wasn’t long after the chat that Katrina received a call from Jumin, and they both activated the video option, and from one end, a huge, beautiful, modern bedroom, and on huge bed, Jumin was holding Elizabeth in his lap.

On the other end of the video, a cozy little bedroom was shown, as Delilah was holding the phone, while Katrina was nowhere to be seen, which confused the man.

“Where is Katrina?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. “She went to get the laptop and cable, so we would see the video better. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here, but Katrina thought it would be educational to see her ask about the anamnesis and checking up parts, as I’m going to start volunteering at the clinic at the end of this University year too.” Delilah explained, a smile on her face as she saw the fluffy cat. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Educating yourself is never bad.” Jumin nodded, as Katrina came in the picture and propped the phone on the laptop, so Jumin would see them, while they were looking at the laptop screen.

“Can you see us well, Jumin? We can see you perfectly.” Katrina asked, almost too professionally, as she fumbled with the laptop video settings. “Yes, it’s well enough.” he nodded simply. “Okay, all good. I will begin the anamnesis, which is asking the pet owner what they saw unusual, if they saw anything. That includes eating habits, dejections, unusual fur shedding, odd behaviours, unusual bad breath, odd eye movements, whining, crying, tail movements, if they seem exhausted or depressed, if their abdomen is flexed and so on.” Katrina explained, leaning closer to the screen to look at the cat. “Nothing unusual, except she hasn’t eaten since she came home from Assistant Kang. I even counted the hairs she shed, and it’s not unusual” Jumin explained, which made the red haired girl widen her eyes. “Damn, you’re the most diligent and attentive pet owner I’ve ever met in my life, including myself. You’re a wonder to work with. Well, the fur seems luscious, the claws look fine, so the keratin levels are good, her eyes are wide and nice, she seems to be following the toy perfectly, she has great reflexes, seems pretty playful, her nose is wet, her ears are up, her abdomen isn’t flexed...That only means one thing. Deli, can you guess?” Katrina looked at her friend with a warm smile. “She...Ate too much? That’s the only thing that I can think of.” she asked shyly, which earned a bright grin from her friend. “That’s exactly it! Jumin, as far as I understood from you, you’re treating Elizabeth with extremely strict measures, which means strict food portions, and only food that specialists deem is the best for her. Jaehee doesn’t have all that, so she gives her, for example, 2 cans of food, instead of 1 and a half, which means her stomach is fuller than usual, so her satiety levels are above the usual levels. Basically, she’s so full she can’t eat until everything is properly digested and she’s had her sport done.” Katrina explained everything thoroughly, as if it was one of Hercule Poirot’s detective novels. “Ohhh, that makes sense! That was pretty exciting!” Delilah clapped her hands excitedly. “I see, so it is as I suspected. Thank you for confirming my theory. Sorry for taking your time with this.” Jumin said, making the girl raise her eyebrows in surprise. “I always have time for friends.” Katrina blurted without realising. “Friends...Huh? I thought people called their peers ‘Friends’ when they realised they can fully trust them.” Jumin asked, almost as if he was interrogating. “...I, uh...I see everyone from the RFA as friends. That’s just that, don’t think too much about it.” Katrina dismissed it quickly. “Very well, I won’t. The party is in 4 days, are you ready for it?” he asked, making both of them widen their eyes in shock. “...I think we are. Just...We need to look for an outfit.” Delilah scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “We’ve been so busy with work and exams, and the party was announced so suddenly...Well, we were kinda put on the spot. We’ll go look around tomorrow. Hope we find something nice and cheap enough to afford.” Katrina shrugged, looking away from the phone, as if there was something much more interesting she was seeing. “It’s good to be prepared in advance, but I can see why you’d have difficulty with things like this, considering your positions.” he nodded, understandingly. “We appreciate that. Well...Even if we haven’t been around for long, we truly hope we can help make this party great. We are aware that it won’t be as successful or grandiose as the ones with Rika were, but...We will try our best to get close to that.” Katrina spoke again. “Were you trained in diplomatic speech? Because I can sense that. Not many people can do that.” Jumin asked again, as Elizabeth jumped off from his lap, to roll around on the bed. “Awwww, she’s so cute!” Delilah gushed over the adorable creature. “I can’t say I was trained, I just picked it up. Add that to the fact that I have to be polite with everyone, and there you have it. Is this what you call a professional defect?” Kat snorted in mock amusement. “Perhaps it is. Some tend to call me snobby for always being formal.” Jumin said as a matter of fact. “What a coincidence...People hate me for being cold and formal too. Que drôle.” she smirked, speaking in a softer, almost self-deprecating tone. “That’s how people can be. They must always hate on something. I suppose that’s why Zen hates me.” Jumin spoke in a low voice. “Sorry, Jumin, but not everyone can be a patrician like you. Most of us are plebeians working our way up.” Katrina laughed softly at her stupid joke. “Every vassal can become a Lord.” Jumin pointed out, making the red head snap her head to him, with a challenging smirk. “Said the monarch.” she shot back with ease. “I wouldn’t say I’m a Monarch, that would be the president. I would, however, be a Lord, I believe.” Jumin retorted just as well. “And I would be nothing more than an unfree slave, working her way to buy her freedom.” she spoke with a smug expression. “And what would that imply?” he asked, almost with piqued curiosity. “Building our own clinic. It’s been our dream for a long time. To be in the same University, to work together, to own a clinic together and just...Live our life and be happy. If we achieve that, we will be free.” she explained, a much softer expression on her face. “I see. It’s always refreshing hearing other people speak about their ambitions and dreams of the future. Much better than the usual lies business people throw at you. Thank you for today Katrina, Delilah, I must go for now. Have a nice evening.” Jumin thanked them with a small smile, as he hung up. “...Thanks for today too, Jumin. Take care.” Katrina murmured, despite the call already having ended. “He likes you. At least, more than some others. And you’re kinda alike in some ways, I mean...I think he and you are constantly facepalming whenever you’re talking to idiots, and now both of you finally managed to run into a person with the same kind of maturity and intelligence as the other.” Delilah explained, making her friend become slightly flustered and confused. “You think so? Well, I wouldn’t mind. Jumin seems smart and level-headed enough...But I don’t know. I don’t think...Uh...We’ll see at the party, I guess. It should be fun. If anything happens, you get custody of Elly the 3rd.” Kat chuckled nervously at her friend’s teasing, before winking at her. “Oh, yes!” she cheered in glee.

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Two days later, however, the girls couldn’t go dress-shopping, as an emergency that nobody could ever even think to expect happened, which made the red haired girl’s whole life collapse on her, crushing her.

As she was ready to go to work for the morning shift, Fifi, her dog, was in a corner, barely moving, looking terrible and there were bits of blood on the ground around her.

Panicking, Katrina ordered the first Uber and rushed to the clinic, as they have amazing equipment, so she could examine her dog, only to find that she has a lymphoma and a tumour on her spleen, which made the girl curse herself for not realising sooner.

She ran to the clinic’s owner, begging her to let her operate on her dog and have someone assist and help her...

Only for her to refuse, unless she gets a tremendous amount of money to compensate, the same amount of money that any customer is forced to pay...

Why couldn’t they just let her do it?!

She was pissed off.

She was desperate.

She went back to the operation room, hugging her dog, and taking out her phone, she took a deep breath and called the only person who could be able to help her.

“Hello? Katrina, what is it, did you need anything?” Jumin asked in the same passive voice as usual. “Jumin, I...I...I need your help. I know, it’s going to sound horrible, and I don’t want you to think that I want to use you or anything, but...But I need some money to perform surgery on Fifi. I begged the clinic’s head to let me do it, that I would pay for it over time...I-I even told her that she could give me no salary for as long as I pay my debt, but she wouldn’t agree. I...I don’t know what to do, Jumin. I have some money that I managed to save, but this...This is more than I could dream of sparing. And if I somehow manage to scrape the money from God knows where, I won’t be able to pay the rent or help Delilah with University pays and...And I...I don’t know what to do...” Katrina slid down one of the cabinets in the surgery room, looking at her dog on the surgery table, that looked back at her, crying. “...I understand this is a difficult situation to be in, but you have to understand that, even though V trusts you, I can’t just throw around so much money to a total stranger that I have never met, especially if it’s the company’s money and it will have to be justified.” Jumin sighed, speaking in a low, almost business-like voice. “JUMIN, I’M BEGGING YOU, I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS! If you want to see me in person, I will give you the clinic’s address, if you want me to pay you back, I’ll resign from the clinic and work for you 24/7 until I pay my debt, I-I-I...I don’t know, I will do anything you want, ANYTHING, just PLEASE, help me out, fast, because she has cancer and a spleen tumour and if I don’t operate today, and start chemotherapy. I don’t know how long she’ll have.” Katrina started crying on the phone, and her dog started whining softly in front of her. “Don’t cry on the phone, it’s hard to understand what you’re saying. Text me the address and I’ll come examine the situation, and only then I will debate whether to give you the money or not, is that fair?” he asked, making the girl grin and clutch her blouse. “Yes, Gods, yes, it’s perfect! More than perfect! Thank you so much, Jumin, I owe you my life forever. I just texted you the address, I will be waiting for you. Please, please, PLEASE come as soon as you can.” she begged him once again. “Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t given you the money yet.” Jumin spoke, a bit unsure of his words. “Doesn’t matter. You’re willing to go out of your way to help, and that’s more than enough. I truly appreciate it, Jumin. I’ll go try to beg the chief again. See you.” she hung up, standing up and kissing Fifi on her head softly. “I’ll save you today, baby. I promise.”

The girl jolted on her feet, going to the head of the clinic to try to beg her again, hoping to persuade her, at least until Jumin arrives, but she wasn’t able to stop the river of tears going down her face.

“Why can’t you just let me do it?! I’m not going to disappear without paying you, but it’s an enormous sum of money, I can’t just come up with it by snapping my fingers, and she’ll die if I don’t start acting soon! Do you really care so little for an animal’s life?!” she tried her best not scream her frustrations away, but the chief had none of it. “This is a business, not a charity party, Katrina! We need money to continue this place, every little coin matters!” the boss tried to defend herself. “But I’ve been your employee for years and I said I’ll give you back all the money! Hell, I told you to stop paying me until I’ve repaid the debt! What more can I do to let me save my dog?!” she cried out, feeling her heart drop, not hearing the door opening. “That’s exactly why! You’re just a mere employee, not THE boss! I AM the boss, I AM the rule here, and I’m telling you that if you still wish to have a place to work at, then shut your mouth and use the little money you have to put down your dog. Just a piece of advice.” the woman in front of her talked so harshly, that it made the girl’s jaw hit the floor in disbelief. “I don’t believe that’s how a proper employer should speak to her employees.” a low, judging voice came from the door of the clinic, revealing the brunet man walking inside, like a guardian angel. “J-Jumin...!” Katrina could only stare at him, wide-eyed from shock and emotions, as her emerald green eyes were swimming in a pool of mixed feelings and frustration. “By how the situation unfolded in front of me, I can see that your emotions were genuine on the phone, Katrina. I’m glad I put money on this card, it’s obvious that your employer is subpar to you in every way possible, and it’s a pity that you have to downgrade your skills to somehow like this...” Jumin shook his head, taking out a blue card, making the girl’s bottom lip quiver and throwing herself at him, hugging him with all the strength she had in her little body. “Thank you so much, Jumin. I owe you everything. I owe you my life. You’re a literal angel, Thank you so much for saving Fifi’s life.” her fingers were clutching the back of his blazer, which made the man get stunned for a few seconds from the unexpected action. “If you’re going to perform surgery right away, I’d like to watch. I want to see what happens with my money.” he cleared his throat, trying to make the girl stop being overly emotional. “If he gets in the operation room with you, I’m not giving you another assistant.” the boss snatched the credit card, snapping her head to the side. “Oh, screw you, you heartless bitch!” Katrina growled, shoving aside the woman in front of her and dragging Jumin tot he operation room. “It’s fine...I can do it. I can do it on my own. It’s not that hard. I can do it.” she muttered to herself, taking a few deep breaths before prepping for the surgery. “You’ve never done it before, have you?” Jumin took off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt and leaning on the wall to get a good look at the whining dog. “...I’ve only ever assisted a few times, but at least I know what has to be done.” she ruffled her hair a bit, before putting it in a high ponytail and putting the dog hooked to anaesthesis. “She’s going to fire you when you’re done here.” Jumin said as a matter of fact as the girl started the surgery. “...I’d have resigned anyway, as soon as I found another place that would hire me. There’s one thing to compromise and stomp on your pride to maintain a job or gain a benefit...But there’s another to go completely against your principles and convictions and let someone humiliate you like that. I’m a human, not a martyr and I have no reason to accept being treated that way. No amount of money or benefits can buy me.” she ranted a bit irritated from the previous encounter, as she focused on removing the tumour. “That’s admirable, if true. Not many people can say that. Trust me, if you work in the same field as me, you’d be more aware of that.” Jumin replied after a few minutes. “If you came here, I think you know I’m speaking the truth, and you just needed confirmation. Rational people are like that. They need proof to back up their reasoning.” she shot back, carefully putting the tumour on a plate and beginning to sew the incision, only for the anaesthesia levels to go down, and the breathing and pulse rates were going down, which freaked out the girl, who dropped the utensils to start fumbling with the tech and getting some medicine to keep up the rates to a normal level. “Should I call for-...” Jumin got up, trying to help, but the girl was much faster. “Yes, you can help. Get here and make sure the numbers here are between parameters. I will finish this up so no more damage will take place.” she dragged the man, instructing him quickly, but well explained, as she worked around the incision, getting rid of the additional bleeding and finally successfully sewing up the wound. “Are you sure you don’t wanna be a doctor or something? You have great reactions and don’t panic under pressure. You were amazing, Jumin.” she took off her mask, throwing away the gloves and slid down the cabinet, looking exhausted after the long procedure. “You explained well what I should do. A great leader makes the followers perform well. You will be great when you open your clinic, and I’m sure Delilah is going to learn a lot from you.” he said, sitting down next to her. “Thank you, Jumin. Your words mean the world for me. Thank you for saving Fifi...I owe you the world...Because she is my world.” Kat rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. “If you want to owe me, how about you become Elizabeth’s private doctor. I’m sure Delilah would be happy to have an excuse to stay around her more often.” Jumin chuckled, as the girl raised her head, cocking an eyebrow up in shock. “I’ve already wasted enough of your money, I couldn’t possibly impose so much on you and have you pay me or something. Besides, I...Uh...I don’t want to end up for you the same as Jaehee. I enjoy your company and our interactions...I wouldn’t want that to change in a more professional way or something, so bad that you can’t listen to my voice or try to avoid or run away from me.” the girl sighed, hanging her head. “You said you don’t want to be an unfree slave anymore and that you’re going to work your way up. If you want to get rid of the title of Vassal, then you could become a Lord’s Lady and-” Jumin started talking, but he was quickly cut off again. “No. If you want me to be your girlfriend, I won’t refuse, but that means that I will never take money from you. It’s either romantic or professional, you choose. But if you’re that confident in my skills as a doctor, then you should know that both I and Delilah are going to treat her anyway, so you won’t really need a private doctor or anything.” she spoke a bit colder than usual, not even realising. “I see. You said you won’t be bought, and you stay true to your words...Maybe a bit too much. It’s rather unusual for me to meet a woman like you, who’s not, as Luciel would call, a...Gold digger. But I’m glad I met you. You are a strong and sensible woman with a gentle heart and a fire passion to do what’s right and save as many lives as humanely possible, and I admire that about you.” he turned his head to her, who could only look in surprise at him. “...Nobody I’ve dated...Or met...Ever said such nice things about me. Katrina, you’re so cold, Katrina, you’re so heartless, Katrina, why do you act like a hedgehog around me, Katrina, why do you never have time for me, Katrina, why do you love those animals more than me. Katrina, Katrina, Katrina, you’re such a goddamn failure as a girlfriend. You say this is unusual for you, but this is equally unusual for me as well.” she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, looking away. “Then I suppose we can figure this out together, if you want. I believe we have quite a few misconceptions to clear out for each other.” he smiled softly, putting his arm around her, bringing her closer to his side. “Wanna go for a quick coffee or something? There’s this pretty nice cafe close to my home. Nothing extravagant or expensive...Just a small, little vintage cafe with a nice and calming atmosphere.” leaning in, she cuddled to him, having a tranquil smile as well. “Doesn’t sound too bad.” Jumin nodded softly. “Oh, and...I’m paying. No arguing here.” she said firmly, making the man chuckle, agreeing nonethless.

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A year passed, they had other RFA charity parties, they hung out a lot of times, all of them, together, Delilah became Elizabeth’s private doctor, which obviously meant that her and Tsuki would hang around Jumin’s place for play dates with Elly under ‘professional’ pretextes, much to Katrina’s annoyance, Jumin made sure to gather fund for her dream clinic so both girls could pursue their dreams, and made sure to include animal charities and animal-saving related guests to all the RFA parties, and things overall seemed so much simpler and balanced than ever before.

One beautiful Saturday, Jumin and Kat were cuddled together in bed, both of them doing some light reading, as the door was opened and Delilah’s gentle smile greeted them.

“Hello, Doctor Delilah.” Jumin greeted the girl playfully, as she blushed lightly from happiness. “Hello, Jumin!...Awww, Elly, you’re cuddled with your toy, you’re so cute!!” the girl cooed at the adorable white feline. “I’m really happy that her love for cats got her to pursue her dreams and get to this point where she’s surrounded by cats everywhere she looks.” Kat looked over to her friend with a side smile.

“I and Katrina are going to leave next week on a business trip. I think it will be no problem if Elizabeth was to stay over at yours, am I right?” he asked, and seeing as the girl’s eyes started sparkling with glee. “Any time! She’s a wonder to have over, and Tsuki is always happy to play with her!” she replied, hugging the cat, as Elly put her paw on her nose softly, melting the girl’s heart. “Great to hear. And you, Doctor Kat? What are meow going to do with Fifi?” Jumin nudged her with his usual subtle playfulness. “I’d do anything to hear you meow more often, it’s adorable. Maybe purr a bit too...I’ll leave Fifi to Jaehee. She doesn’t shed hair like Elizabeth does, and Jaehee needs some leisure walks too.” the red haired girl teased as she started softly scratched him under the chin. “Meow.” Jumin did a cute cat and small cat smile, burying his face in the crook of her neck, purring softly. “I was right...Meow are adorable.” the girl giggled in amusement, cuddling closer to him, “As are you.”

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mysmewiththatstraightshit · 6 years

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angstangstangst. can i have headcanons of how the rfa + v would react to MC being brainwashed by rika and lead into mint eye?

Yes absolutely !! I know my writing on here so far has been super cuddly stuff, but I actually have a dark side to my writing too ;^) just ask Mod Fen.

Anyways, this will be taking place in the “Another Story” plot line, except MC assumedly gets even closer to the RFA members before MC ends up manipulated by Rika to join Mint Eye and, eventually, goes through the pain of the elixir and becomes completely devout and loses all sense of self. Onwards, yes? :^)

This got quite long and EXTREMELY angsty, so join me under the cut for tears!

Zen

Zen is known for attaching to the MC very quickly through pretty much any route. Zen adores the MC, feeling his face hurt from smiling so much as they’re always excited to see him and his selfies, and he feels like for once things are okay. He’s okay.

He’s used to being the bright and positive one, so it’s nice to get a break from that with the MC-they stay strong through it all and Zen just wants so badly to be strong and let MC take a break. They’ve done so much for everyone.

However, when the MC begins getting more and more distant, Zen grows more and more worried. He tries to hide it, but he’s obviously asking about MC more, asking how they are, if they visited the chatrooms…

As MC obviously grows more distant and distraught, and there’s obvious somethings wrong, Zen desperately tries to reach out to them more.

“MC….you dont have to go through all this alone. the RFA is here for you… im here for you. id drop everything for you.”

But the MC says everythings okay, and pushes Zen away, which just hurts the more they do it. Zen tries to act tough, but he’s working out, drinking, practicing, pushing himself in every way so he’s not wondering if MC is okay, because he knows the answer, and he knows they won’t talk about it

As the MC becomes more cryptic and more obvious about their beliefs, Zen becomes more panicked. He’s obviously trying to keep his calm, but this shit is starting to freak him the fuck out. There’s obviously way more to this than he originally thought.

“salvation…? what do you mean salvation? if theres something wrong, MC, please…you can reach out to us. it doesnt matter what time it is or what we’re doing. if youre struggling this much… please, talk to us. we’re here for you.”

His heart breaks when he offers to show a selfie jokingly and they flat out reject him.

But he tries to stay strong. He has to stay strong. If the MC is going to be okay, if he’s going to help them, he has to stay strong for them. Even when the MC is entirely on Mint Eye’s side, even when things are explained better by V, Zen still hangs onto the hope of that once bright and cheery MC. The MC he loves. If he can stay strong, he can bring them back.

But it’s when he talks to the MC again that he finally realizes that they’re gone. They’re distant, they’re hurt, they’re broken, what happened in Mint Eye had taken all the shine out of their eyes, the pep out of their talk, and Zen feels everything in him shrivel up, feels his chest tighten, feels both this overwhelming need to lie down and never get up, but also to scream and trash everything in the room.

He ends up drinking instead, and all he can do is go between his memories of the MC-bright and brilliant, always jumping for joy at the mention of his selfies, to now, where the MC feels nothing, nothing for the RFA, nothing for him, just believes in salvation and pain.

He considers it for a moment. Joining Mint Eye to be with them. But he knows it wouldn’t be the same anyways. He’d continue this fight on the right side, even if it meant going against them. But his spirit was broken. The once always positive Zen was gone.

He felt as if part of him had left and he’d never get that back. And so he just keeps drinking.

Yoosung

Yoosung had been struggling with college, his growing depression, and the loss of Rika, as well as the distrust of V. Yoosung felt torn and hopeless, and he felt like everyone around him was moving on and away without him.

So when the MC appeared, bright and smiling, willing to lend not only a hand but an ear as well, hearing out his concerns and his questions, understanding why he was stuck where he was, he was sure he’d met an angel. Someone sent by Rika, someone as brilliant, as beautiful, as wonderful as Rika.

For once in a while, he feels hope. True hope. Not the temporary distraction of LOLOL, not everyone’s attempts at trying to console him falling flat against the pain of his heart. No, true hope. He feels like if he can just reach out to MC, he can finally pull himself forward. He can be with everyone again.

But then that light in his life, only just beginning to warm his heart, begins to fade. Part of him panics, clutches to the MC, asking how they’re doing, if they’re okay, if they can call, if they can get on soon… he just desperately needs to know if they’re okay.

As they get more and more distant, he gets more and more panicky. He lashes out at V, knowing V knows more about the situation than anyone in the RFA and knowing V isn’t doing anything about it, knowing Seven isn’t pushing things, knowing everyone trusts V. He hates it. He likely ends up at Zen’s only to scream and cry while checking the chatroom again and again and again. If no one else cares, he will. Someone’s gotta listen to them, too.

As they begin to get more cryptic, more obvious, Yoosung is much more impulsive and bolder. Zen can barely get a grip on him and calm him down when it comes to V, and Yoosung never spends a moment outside the chatroom. He can’t lose them. He can’t lose them. It’d be losing her all over, and he can’t handle that. Not again.

“MC, whatever your talking about, whatevers going on…please!!! please, return to us, return to your happy self… we’re all so worried, im so worried…i cant stop visiting the chatroom, hoping youre there so maybe we could talk…ive been nagging V to tell us something, anything! please, stay strong… we’ll save you! i promise!”

But they do leave. They give in. They’re gone. Yoosung can feel it the last time they talk. In the moment he knows, but his body doesn’t. He’s just numb for a bit. Zen’s a bit shocked to see him finally calm. But it’s a scary calm. And part of that scares Zen even more.

Yoosung seeks out just about anything to feel better. He rushes out of the house constantly, middle of the night, when Zen’s in the bathroom, whenever he can to be alone and just scream or cry or slam his fists against a wall. He plays video games with fire in his eyes but nothing else. It’s all so painfully numb.

It takes everything the RFA has to keep Yoosung back from talking to Rika or the MC-they know he’d turn to Mint Eye’s side in an instant. Zen especially is in tears as he physically holds Yoosung, screaming and crying, trying to get him to calm down or stop himself from running off trying to find Rika or the MC. He sees the light gone from Yoosung’s eyes and it terrifies him.

Yoosung lost Rika. And now he’s lost MC. And finally, he loses himself.

Jaehee

Jaehee works and she works and she works and she just works. That’s her life, that’s her job, that’s her free time, that’s her pain. She focuses on work, even through everything happening in the RFA-hell, the RFA is part of her work as well.

So it brightens her up a lot to have the MC, who she once distrusted so much, be like her own little cheerleader. Always on her side, always cheering her on, always there to fangirl about Zen with, always there to make life a little less about work and a little more about…herself.

She works with a spring in her step, knowing that she’ll get to be greeted on the messenger by the MC, bright and shining, excited about the newest Zen selfie, or perhaps just glad to see Jaehee get a break. Either way, Jaehee finds a reason to laugh again while typing away reports.

So when Jaehee logs in one day to see that the MC has grown distant, Jaehee feels something drop in her chest. She tries not to jump to conclusions, instead, trying to urge the MC to open up more, to talk to the RFA, to trust in them…

“I understand you’re in a complicated situation right now. Even we’re not entirely sure what’s going on…but you should not lose hope. We are right here for you, and we’re ready to take action when the time comes. V would not let anything harm you, and I believe the rest of the RFA feels the same…”

As Jaehee visits whenever she can, the MC grows more and more distant and empty, and Jaehee feels everything in her grow cold and barren as the MC becomes cryptic as well. The word salvation echoes and bounces painfully in Jaehee’s head, and she’s terrified. She’s so fucking scared for the MC but all she can do is stare at the words on a screen.

She works double hard on the Intelligence Team. Jumin is somewhat impressed by the gusto in Jaehee’s work, but it’s not excitement, passion, or any of that. It’s hurry. It’s chugging down coffee knowing that any moments she doesn’t spend making this team perfect could mean losing MC.

But it’s useless. Like she had always felt, like it had always been, her efforts were useless. The MC was gone. The MC was no longer on the RFA’s side. V’s secrets come out into the open, but Jaehee feels no relief, no satisfaction. Just more pain and twists and drops in her chest as she pieces everything together.

She goes through everything like a robot. She feels empty. Zen can tell somethings up when Jaehee doesn’t even react to a selfie of him. However, Jaehee pushes everyone’s concerns away, reassuring them that she’s fine, and they must focus on Mint Eye and saving V, and if possible, the MC.

But she’s lost. She’s so lost. The one thing in her life to make her smile as she works was gone. No, not just gone. Jaehee saw them once they had turned over, the way they spoke. They were broken. They were beyond whatever concerns the RFA had. Something worse had happened to them.

And Jaehee could never forgive herself for that. She can’t forgive herself for letting someone so bright and beautiful break like that. And so she does what she’s always done best. She works, and she works, and she works.

If overtime and coffee can kill a person, Jaehee’s headed for Death’s Road like a paper to a shredder. And she can’t care enough anymore to stop it.

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t care much for feelings. He doesn’t care much for the fact that there aren’t a whole lot of people who understand him, who want to take the time to care about him.

At least, he thought he didn’t care.

But there’s something in that that changes as he gets to know the MC, opening up more and more entirely on accident, smiling more and more as the MC laughs at his jokes no one gets, as the two talk business, philosophy, politics-he could talk with them for days about anything.

And he feels some part of him loosen, feels that tangle in his head, that knot, loosen bit by bit as they care about him and ask how he’s doing, what he’s doing, what new project he has planned. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. Nothing like Rika, and similar to V. This comfort and security of trusting someone.

When the MC begins getting distant however, he inwardly panics. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say, what to feel. He just knows he’s feeling hell. His chest tightening, his head hurting. He offers what he can. Which are formal words, repeated phrases barely different from chats before. Believe in V. We will take action when the time calls for it.

But he wishes so badly he could say more. He doesn’t know what, but he wishes he could say something.

The point where he begins to let go of the iron grip he had on his emotions is when the MC becomes cryptic and empty. He begins getting somewhat harsh, very direct with them, asking them what the hell they were thinking, what got them into this, why they were so fucking obsessed with salvation

He gets terrified when they begin talking like Rika. He feels sick. He feels dizzy. He can’t focus. This can’t be happening.

But it is. And it does. Despite him hurrying the progress of the intelligence agency, despite his panicked calls to V, despite using every god damn inch of his brain to find the right thing to say or do, he loses them just as easily as he lost Rika, as he lost V. And it breaks him down, breaks him completely apart and wide open, emotions pouring out of a broken dam.

Everyone is shaken up seeing Jumin like this. In these situations, Jumin was always level headed. He was always calm. He was Jumin Han. He didn’t have emotions the way everyone else did. And yet Jaehee watched him drink wine like a motherfucker, Zen watched as his teasing did nothing to even provoke some dumb joke out of Jumin, and most of all, V is worried as he calls Jumin, hearing his best friend break down more and more with every call.

Jumin eventually tries to clean himself up. When V explains the situation more clearly, Jumin tries to go back to his old self, focusing on business, on leadership, on efficiency. But he slips up again, and again, and again, and he can’t stop. He can’t stop and he hates it. Why can’t it just stop like it did before. Why did it ever have to change in the first place if it was just going to end like this?

Jaehee can only watch Jumin in silence as he reads over the papers about Rika and Mint Eye. As he slowly pieces together what had happened to the MC to hurt them, to take away everything they were. All against their will. Innocent from the start, now broken.

Jaehee sees Jumin break as well as he quietly asks for her to leave the room.

Seven

Seven was a mess from the start, and he accepted its what he deserved, what he needed, just a part of him, and that it didn’t matter so long as he got the job done and Saeran was safe as well as the RFA.

That is, that’s how it was until MC started caring about him.

His dumb ad’s, his exaggerated shenanigans, his moments of weakness-the MC embraced it all. And even in moments where he panicked, where he lashed out, over call or over text, sometimes even in the chatroom, the MC would only return with warmth and kindness.

They insisted that he mattered too, that he was a good person, that he did good things, that he was protecting good people. Good. Somehow, the MC thought he was good. He was baffled.

There was some point where he began believing them, too. He started to try and take care of himself, started trying to eat full meals, clean up a little, made all sorts of programs and alarms to get him focused. He hated letting anyone in, but he already found himself brightening because of the MC.

So of course he’s beyond worried when they begin to grow distant and the hacker’s patterns start changing. He’s questioning them, he’s questioning V, he’s doing all the god damn research he can. It’s only a bad feeling, but his bad feelings are never truly just a bad feeling.

But V won’t budge, and neither will the hacker. Seven feels the panic skyrocket as the MC grows empty and cryptic, and he feels like screaming every time secrets are brought up. He leaves a million calls for V as he messes around with something, anything, making things, breaking things, hacking, he just tries to find anything to occupy his mind that isn’t the MC being in danger.

He damn near strangles his phone talking to V once the MC is gone. Damn secrets to hell, what happened to them? Seven is beyond freaked out, he’s chewing his nails, his fingers, he’s typing up a storm, texting up a storm, he’s taking bites out of chips and cookies before throwing them out, he’s dropping cans carelessly onto the floor and he’s skipping meals.

All that progress he made is easily gone the moment MC is gone.

Even Vanderwood is concerned as Seven prepares himself without cracking a single joke, without any sort of rebuttal to Vanderwood’s complaints about the mess. “This isn’t for the agency,” Vanderwood can tell. “Maybe it’s for me for once,” Seven shrugs. “Depending on how this goes, you can kick my ass later.”

Seven can save V, but when he’s there, when he reaches out to MC, telling them to quietly come with him, to escape, he finds everything in him turn to stone and shatter as they refuse. They’ve found salvation. But they say it with such pain. They say it with nothing in their eyes.

They say it the way Seven would tell the RFA not to worry about him. And that hurts Seven more than anything.

Seven hauls ass to get him and V out there. But as he fights the hacker, he feels himself losing in everything. In fighting, in the agency, in protecting Saeran, in figuring all this out. What’s the point anymore? What’s the point when they’re gone?

After V explains the situation to Seven, Seven feels what little was left of himself crumble away. And V watches in pain as all traces of the hopeful little boy Seven once was fade away.

And Seven says, in such pain, with nothing in his eyes, “Don’t worry about me.”

V grows closest to the MC easily. He finds it odd, as he realizes that they’re nothing like Rika, that they don’t feel even the slightest bit similar to Rika, and yet he’s almost comforted by that fact.

He opens up, opens up what he once thought was locked up tight and shut closed, to the MC, and he feels like the dark parts of him can shine again. He feels the dead grass and flowers in his heart begin to try and bloom again.

As he tries to find out more and more about Mint Eye, about what Rika’s doing, he finds himself growing more and more protective of the MC. He hardly knows if he can actually trust them, but he feels like he can. He feels that they’re innocent. And if that’s the case, he has to save them. He has to protect them. He can’t let their light go out.

But that moment where Ray pulls the MC way, that moments where V has to run away, has to hide without them, he becomes so afraid. He saw the look in MC’s eyes. He hears their tone over calls. He can see the way they shake as they text. They’re afraid. They’re alone. They’re vulnerable. And V can’t be there.

V finds himself falling farther and farther into his depression and self blame as the MC grows darker and darker. He doesn’t want to give his all again, fearing what happened with Rika would happen again, but he uselessly watches the MC grow more and more distant, more and more apathetic

With great fear, with the biggest twist of his heart, he’s realizing that he’s watching them slowly become more and more like Rika.

He begs them to believe in him, trust him, to talk to him, even just leaving voice calls when he can’t answer. But the secrets are too much for the both of them, and V can see Rika’s influence dripping like a venom from each of MC’s words. He can see Rika tearing apart all the brightness they had. And it kills him to just watch.

When there’s finally the chance to escape, the chance to leave with Seven, and they reject, V refuses to leave as well. He didn’t want this to happen. He never wanted there to be an innocent as pure and as bright as MC to be dragged into this, never mind get so twisted and broken by Rika’s words and drugs. And the fact that he let this happen, the fact that he felt in his heart that this all began because of him in the first place. He couldn’t even sacrifice himself now to save them. No, he was too late. He wasn’t good enough again. He was a fool blinded by love.

and so V tells Seven with a heavy heart, “I don’t deserve an escape.”

- Mod Grim

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sevensity · 7 years

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Hi! How would the RFA + V react to MC being male when they meet up, and he looks like a GREEK GOD (more handsome than Zen)?

They’re a bit shorter than usual but I wanted to see if I could answer a request in less than 2 hours lolol

YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

Y’all are at the after party

across the room you see Saeyoung talking to Yoosung, and they both turn to look at you

Googly Eyes Activated

Yoosung does a weird straight-legged march over to you and proceedsto examine the fuck outta your face

the guy’s just staring away

but he’s like 3 inches away from you so it’s a bit disconcerting

no seriously his eyes are gonna pop out of his head???

he’s got that expression on his face that moms do when they’re tryingto Tell You Something Serious but they end up looking like a goldfish instead

ohsomeone pushed Yoosung into you

ohit was Seven

ohlook you guys are kissing

ur pretty sure Starkid1995 passed out after approximately 0.7seconds of smooching

he swoons into your arms and you carry him like a princess

Saeyoung has new inspiration for fanfiction and Jaehee gets anosebleed

Yoosung is just in awe of you and can’t believe that someone so attractive is with him

but he’s also kinda smug about it like ya bitches he’s mine

try not to give him the smolder look tho or else he might actually explode

ᘔEᑎ:

r u a mirror?

he spins you around a few times and gives you a little shake

no no MC is a 3D person???

but I’m supposed to be the most beautiful? blessed by thegods???

lowkey feels threatened that his s/o is such a handsome lad

no, handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it

you look like u came right out of Zeus’ thunder cock???

anyhow you guys are a danger to the population

i mean u take a stroll and leave behind a trail of unconscious fangirls

victim count is way over 9000 at this point

you have to buy a 1TB hard drive to put all your selfies

Zen is always always always posing with you, from dawn to dusk

it’s like at least 200 selfies a day

there’s also a dramatic increase of your pictures around the house

like dramatic

the toilet lid is just a giant print out of your face

ᒍᗩEᕼEE:

ohooooooooooh

super duper flustered when she first sees you because Anyone Hotter than Zen is Inconceivable

but there you are

with ur 12 butt-abs and all

you can see the sparkles around her face as she readjusts her glasses

Goodbye Mr.Han hello sexy

is feeling very conflicted because Zen still exists but also u r so attractive and so nice and????

honestly you showing her affection makes the girl so freaking happy you don’t even understand

she’s being loved by such an amazing person what more could she ask for?

secretly passes on your pics to Seven so he can make another spambot

ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

his eyes widen a tiny as he opens the door and sees you standing there

coughs lightly and turns his face away

“Ah yes…I was…expecting you.” ya jumin ok ur having technical difficulties covering your sudden-hard on don’t kid yourself

he knew you were good looking but??? to this extent??

the business potential

the news of your otherworldly beauty travels through the company fast, and almost overnight you become boss number 2

#1 in their hearts though

y’all are gonna rule the world one day no joke

but that aside, Jumin takes every single opportunity to show you off to e v e r y o n

He’ll be in the middle of a meeting, negotiations aren’t going well, the other party isn’t satisfied with what C&R has to offer

“How about THIS”

Jumin pulls you out of his briefcase

the deal is signed 1 second later look at you two go stealing hearts left and right

even his dad falls for you

jks pls stay about five countries away from me

��ᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

doesn’t hesitate to bow right the fuck down to you the momenthe sees you

that’s my boy.,..right there…a body sculpted to suchperfection it makes me want to lick-

“Oi Seven I can hear you.”

24/7 shows you off to Zen

“Look at MY BOYFRIEND who’s 1000% hotter than u.”

Zen is Super Salty but cannot deny your beauty

lowkey joins the fanclub that Seven started

also loves dressing you up in all his outfits because you just look stunning in every single one of them

also loves making Vanny the Van feel flustered when he’s cleaning

aka you dress up in rather explicit outfits and hide around the house

Vanderwood finds you

doesn’t come back for at least three weeks

problem solved

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“The entire history of photography, all the trials, the errors, the struggles and accomplishments of camera making…leads up to this moment, this perfect shot-”

“V chill I’m just eating cereal.”

he’s learned his lesson regarding love with Rika, but he can’t help himself from admiring your beauty

he’ll draw you, and paint you too…though he’ll also caress your face with the tips of your fingers, memorizing its shape with the affection and warmth of a mother

that way when he misses you he can remember what you feel like

you’ll catch him studying you, a gentle smile gracing his lips

the man loves you to death he’d be happy to just look at you for the rest of his life

and he’s got his camera on him all.the.time in case there’s a Perfect Photo Opportunity

except when you guys are sleeping

yeah he did that once but the lens found into way into your butt so he accidentally captured a rather graphic close up of your anus

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imagine-some-matchup-requests · 6 years

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Hello! Could I please get a MM & Ouran male match up? I’m female, 5’, with mid length hair. I’m brunette but I dye it sometimes. I’m studying journalism and love to write. I love cats (I have 2). I’m shy at first but am really talkative when I get to know someone and love to joke around. I do suffer from depression though, and have anxiety talking to figures of authority (managers, doctors, police, etc). As a hobby I love to cosplay, cook, play video games, and watch horror movies. Thank you!

Of course you may get those matchups! Hope you enjoy your matches~ ♡

Your matches are… Yoosung Kim and Tamaki Suoh!

(Notes: 👾 = Yoosung, 🌹 = Tamaki)

🌹You are so tiny and adorable and he just can’t help himself but fangirl over you. When you first came into the host club room, he couldn’t help but tell how different you look from all the other guests. Not in a bad way! But he never saw anyone as adorable looking as you before~. He just can’t help but pick you up to look at you and just nuzzle his pale cheek with yours, constantly giving you compliments on how beautiful you are. And you bet he loves styling your hair. From putting it into a braid to a bun to a simply ponytail, he just loves styling it and making you look extra cute~!

👾You love to write eh? That is so cool! When you first joined the RFA and talked about how you love to write, he was very curious on the different kinds of things you write. So when he direct messaged you, he would ask for some samples of the different things you write. And to be honest, he really loves them! The young blonde boy is very impressed on how much detail you put in your stories and how much research you put in your articles/papers. He even asks you for writing tips when it comes to essays since he procrastinates and waits till the last minute to write them. He even asks you to help him write poems, so he can be able to practice and eventually when he feels more confident in his writing skills he would be able to write poems just for his girl, which is you~.

👾Just make sure your cats stay away from Zen; because he hates cats. That’s the advice he gives you. He also warns you for Seven as well since he has the tendency to keep anyone’s cats to himself for a long period of time. But other than that, he doesn’t mind cats! Since he wants to become a veterinarian, he asks if he can do mock check-ups on your cats. On nights where he stays up to play video games, the cats would surround him and curl up next to him to keep him comfortable and warm. And when it is time to go to bed, you would walk into the living room to tell him that you are going to bed. But you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before you. The boy is passed out, lying on the floor with your cats both curled up on top of his chest and stomach, sleeping there as well. It was truly an adorable sight.

🌹At first, because you are not very talkative, he didn’t really pay you a whole lot of attention. But ever since that day you were assigned to the prince host, you guys had the best conversation you both had since forever. You guys talked about all kinds of topics ranging from what your hobbies are to what he does specifically as a host. Like, even the other hosts would look at the two of you in shock. They would think you guys have been friends since childhood, but you guys just met each other! And from there on out, you guys still kept talking to each other, even after the many threats the jealous girls would send your way. The boy would tell them to stop, because he genuinely enjoys talking to you on a daily basis, and he would not have it any other way. And he loves your jokes~. Every time you would make a joke, a cute snort would come from his mouth. He would close his eyes and a huge smile would appear on his face as he would start a giggle attack. Your jokes honestly brighten his day up.

👾He knows what suffering from depression is like from the result of ‘losing’ Rika. He felt like he was falling into a dark pit of despair as each painful day passed onto the next. And he did not let anyone help him. He mostly dealt with the crushing suffering in his heart until it was all revealed to be a lie. That is when his whole world felt like it crashed right before his eyes. He felt like he couldn’t trust anyone. But you; you were by his side this whole time. And when he crashed, you helped him up and loved him for who he is, to which he felt extremely grateful and in debt to you. So if you are having a depressive episode, he wants you to come to him. He wants to be able to help you, put a smile on your face by either treating you to your favorite dessert, or playing some simple and peaceful video game. He will literally do anything to help you feel at least a tiny bit happy. He does not want you to go through the pain like he did, because if he can prevent that from happening to anyone, especially to his loved one, then he can start to heal his wound that was jabbed into his heart from before.

🌹You love to cosplay? Heck yes, you just made this boy the happiest guy in the planet. He absolutely loves cosplaying the host club in different themes depending on what holiday is coming up or they just do it for fun. And now you mostly help out with the host club a lot, you also get to join in their fun! If it is royalty theme, you bet you will be dressed as the queen and he will be dressed as the king. If it is sports theme, you would be the cute manager while they are the sports players. And you can bet he will be doing your makeup. Oh my goodness this boy loves doing makeup. You might think he goes overtop with it, but nope! He actually does a pretty balanced job; not too much, not too little. Oh, and you better invite him to conventions. Because he will be asking you when the next convention dates are so he can be prepared ahead of time making the costumes for you and him to have a theme and go as that together.

#matchup #mystic messenger #ouran high school host club #yoosung kim #tamaki suoh

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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High School Band AU: Ch 11

Are you guys dating?

Hmmm... let’s see…

He invited you to his house: Check!

He asked you to dress nicely: Check!

Surprisingly, you did (with Saeyoung as a consultant, but still…): Check!

You’ve met his dad: Check!

Well, according to the magazines in the salon of your uncle’s girlfriend, you are dating. But those magazines are weird, and… you’re not stupid, for Christ’s sake! No, you’re not dating, because the guy who invited you to his house is someone who almost doesn’t even look at you, and you’re pretty sure he had your name written on his hand in the first band rehearsals just so he wouldn’t forget. Yeah, that’s Jumin.

After V’s party that night, he gave you a ride (his driver did, actually). You were slightly drunk and don’t remember much on what you talked about, now you know it had something to do with you agreeing on going to his house the next day and helping him choose the songs for the winter festival, and that you had to dress nicely.

He probably mentioned that there would be a gathering promoted by his father, but you didn’t remember. It’s nothing like it would make you feel less surprised, because everything is so… friggin… fancy!

You’re so grateful you had the idea of calling Saeyoung for him to help you with an outfit, otherwise it would be a swing and a mss like… like your hideous sequin dress from V‘s party. Tsk… of course he would try to push you away with you wearing that! Nah, not really, it’s just easier to think he is that superficial rather than trying to understand what he was talking about, his mother, drums and… Saeran? No, your poor taste in fashion, actually. And you’re glad you’re on good terms to the point of him helping you look decent enough to be accepted in Jumin’s dad party.

Decent, but not less dislocated. Ugh… you’re almost missing the hipsters from V’s party, at least they were trying not to look pretentious, these people here don’t even try, they are straight up shoving the fanciness all over your poor face. However, if it makes you feel any better, the guy who invited you isn’t having the time of his life either.

“I hope you don’t mind having to stay a little longer, MC. I wish you could just have come and we could have discussed the songs, but my father insisted on me attending to this circus of horrors.” Wow! “It would be rude to send you away so sudden just so I could join this, that’s why I invited you.”

“Yes, I think you told me that last night.”

“Did I?”

“I… guess.” Hum, so you were both drunk last night.

“Well, I hope this doesn’t bother you too much.”

To be honest, you wouldn’t mind him kicking you out of there right after talking about the songs. Too bad he is actually a polite guy that would make you feel bad for declining his invitation.

“It’s fine. This must be fun.” Somehow, at some point, if you squint your eyes?

“I doubt it. These Sunday parties my father throws are the worst!”

“It’s not that bad. You want to know what my dad does on Sundays? He gets drunken watching baseball and we went to the hospital more than once after he hurt himself trying to do a home run with an imaginary bat.” He looks at you as you look around the yard crowded with people laughing.

“Okay, you won this one.” He clinks his glass of gin on yours, and you smile softly. “But don’t let yourself be fooled, this is terrible.”

“Why?”

“Ohhh, little Jumin, you’re so tall now, look at how much you’ve grown!” a woman shoves you subtly to stay by his side, hugging him. “Are you 18 already?” Oh god… where is she touching him? You look away, blushing. Should you give them some privacy or…

“I’m in high school, so is she.” He points at you. Oh, why is involving you in this… whatever is happening? “And we’re talking about high school matters, so if you’ll excuse us…” he surrounds your shoulder with his arm and walk you guys out of there.

“J-Jumin, I…”

“Jumin, my man! Don’t tell me you finally got a girlfriend! Isn’t she a little short, though?” a guy who looks a little older than him approaches the two of you.

“Or maybe you’re just too tall.” Ugh… you can’t even get started on how much you hate guys talking about girls as if they aren’t there, so you talk.

“I agree. Here, MC, let’s sit there.” He keeps guiding you, but somehow it feels like you’re a shield. Well, you can understand why, these people are so indiscreet and… rude. It’s not hard to see why he would use you as an excuse to stay away from them… and now you get why he invited you in the first place.

“I don’t think I won, Jumin.”

“We can call it a tie, then. Sundays are dreadful as they are.” He smiles lazily, which makes you feel really weird. What is this? Sympathy… for Jumin? “I should apologize for dragging you to this, I suppose.”

“Yeah… you should. But it’s fine, you shouldn’t endure this by yourself.”

“Thank you. V and Rika usually join me on these parties, maybe they will show up a little later“ Please, no. “So until then, thank you for bearing with me. I would propose a toast to you if you wouldn’t think it’s inappropriate.”

“I would accept it if I haven’t left my glass there with your cougar friend.” He laughs softly, so do you.

“That’s easy to fix.” He makes a gesture to a waiter, and… wait a minute, you know this waiter. It’s hard not to recognize him, how many waiters with a long silver hair could be here? “Bring her another ginger ale, please.”

“She can speak for herself, jerk! What can I get you, MC?”Zen smiles widely as he bows before you.

“A… ginger ale. “ As Jumin said… “What are you doing here, Zen?”

“Me? Oh, just a little gig to make some money to fix my bike. My friend set up for me, remember him? The guy from the club?”

“Yes, sure. I’m glad to see you here, Zen!” you smile genuinely. Yes, it’s been a while you don’t see him outside band rehearsals.

“Likewise, MC. Too bad I can’t say the same about him!” he glares quickly at Jumin, who just rolls his eyes. Can he be really rude to the host’s son? Hum… it doesn’t look like Jumin cares. “What about you, why are you here, MC?”

“Oh, Jumin and I were talking about possible songs for the festival, and I decided to stay.” Yeah, better avoiding a fight between them and making Zen get in trouble, so it’s easier saying you invited yourself.

“Oh… I didn’t know you were becoming friends.” Jeez… he sounds so judgmental…

“Yes, I even gave her a ride last night.” Oh god… is Jumin teasing him? Ugh… you’re getting a little tired of him using you as a shield, to be honest.

“Oh, here you are, son!” Jumin’s father joins you in your table, giving a quick glance at Zen. The way he promptly moves away telling he’ll bring your ginger ale in a minute makes you feel bad for him. “Are you having fun, young lady?”

“Yes. Thank you for having me here.” You’re becoming really good at lying these days, huh?

“My pleasure. Jumin doesn’t bring many female friends here, so I have to make sure she’s being well treated. So have manners with her, son.”

“Yes, father.” He nods coldly.

“Yes, make sure to introduce her to the band.”

“Band?”

“Oh, didn’t he tell you? We invited a jazz band to play for us today. They are amazing, young lady!”

“Nice. Can’t wait to hear them!” Okay, this one is genuine, though. You really like jazz.

And when the band starts playing, you end up liking it even more! They are beyond everything you’ve ever heard! The piano guy, the sax lady, and the singer! God, the singer makes you feel you got transported to America circa 1920s, it’s really amazing! You get completely enthralled to their performance you almost forget Jumin sitting beside you in the table when the band joins you, as Mr. Han requested. You feel like fangirling, but you do your best not to, since you didn’t even know them before today.

“We are used to more intimate shows, this one feels a little bigger, to be honest.” The sax lady explains.

“Yes, but this was great, Thank you for inviting us, Mr, Han.”

“My pleasure, I always like to invite talented artists, I have to say it’s mainly because I feel like educating my son here. Boy abandoned piano lessons to learn how to play the bass, can you believe it? He could play jazz like you, but no… he prefers lisening to… Meatball, or something like this.”

“Meatloaf.” You say, earning a glance from Jumin.

“Oh, but you can play bass in jazz too. We don’t have a bass player now, but a bass line can be really interesting.”

“Yeah, and a lot of bass players actually were a big influence on defining the genre. Ray Brown was as important as Charlie Parker doing the bebop.” You state, making all the eyes in the table go to you, you immediately blush.

“Do you like jazz?” the sax girl asks you. Shit! You should have stayed quiet when you had the chance.

“My mom did. Does. She likes jazz and I learned a lot from her.” Your mom isn’t dead, no need to talk about her in the past.

“That’s amazing! We don’t see a lot of young kids interested in jazz.” The singer says and smiles at you. You hold back a squeal when Jumin looks at you.

“Yes, girls at her age prefer those pop ladies. You know those ones who say they don’t want to be objectified, but objectify themselves in their lyrics.” Mr. Han says, laughing as he takes a sip of his champagne.

“I like these pop ladies as much as I like jazz, Mr. Han. Though I’m not really familiar with these lyrics where they objectify themselves. You’re probably a bigger fan than I am, then.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, young lady. It’s just is very surprising you would like such a refined genre as jazz and something so… so… vulgar like pop music.”

“Vulgar? That’s not a nice word, Mr. Han.”

“MC, please, he…” Jumin breathes heavily next to you.

“No, it isn’t vulgar. You know why so many girls at my age like pop? Because songs are catchy, fun, and it’s one of the few genres you have mostly women.”

“Like jazz used to be in the 1950s.” the sax girl says, agreeing with you. You would be cheering if you weren’t mad now.

“Yes! Jazz ladies sing about their feelings, relationships, men that hurt them. Pop women sing about having fun, enjoying themselves and there is room for heartbreak as well, why not? Sure they don’t need to be so sexy all the time, but instead of judging them, you should think this is part of what they do to make it in these businesses, that are still ruled by men.”

“Ah, and that is the problem, you see, these women could rule the business if they want, instead, they settle with being provocative because it will sell. Women are not hungry enough, young lady.”

“Yeah, because look at Kesha and what happens when they try to speak up and break this chain, Mr. Han.” Judging from his puzzled face, he has no idea of who is Kesha, of course he doesn’t. “And, not that it actually matters, but pop singers can be very renowned in the music business. Lady Gaga recorded a whole album with Tony Bennett, Beyoncé has some major influences on Blues, Ariana Grande made a duet with Stevie Wonder!”

“Oh, that song from that animation movie, right? It’s really good, it was nominated to the Golden Globes and all.” The piano guy says. “I would like to play that song one day.”

“Well, we can play right now. Do you know the lyrics?” the lady asks the singer.

“I do, but it’s a duet, I can’t sing Ariana Grande.”

“I can.” You say. “I mean, I can’t… I can’t really reach her, but I…” then you look at Jumin, who looks insanely uncomfortable with everything. “I think this song has a great bass line in the intro.” Then he looks at you, smiling softly, almost like he isn’t allowed to smile.

Once again, here you are facing a stage you shouldn’t get up on, but your big mouth didn’t care about. But this is different, you’re sharing the stage with professionals. And this audience doesn’t seem as receptive as the one in the gay bar, they know you don’t belong here. Even the jazz band must know that, this song is not even jazz technically.

But Jumin plays the bass intro, and now it’s too late to chicken out.

“See the girl with the diamonds in her shoes? She walks around like she's got nothin' to lose. Yeah, she's a go-getter, she's everybody's type. She's a queen of the city but she don't believe the hype. She's got her own elevation, holy motivation, so I wrote some letters out in big bold type” Shit, the guy is as good as Stevie Wonder himself. You’re so screwed!

And there you go: “See the boy with the Stevie Wonder swag? Ain't got a clue all the magic that he has. He's a go-getter, he's everybody's type, I'mma make it my mission, make him feel alright. He's a twelve on a ten point, rockin' out to his joint. Just say the word 'cause I could sing all night” You look at Jumin for a second, and he’s… smiling, smiling like he’s allowed to, he’s buying this, isn’t he?

“I got faith in you, honey. I got faith in you, girl. I met you, hallelujah” he even shares the mic with you when you lean your head slightly on his arm, and keeps looking at you as you walk back to keep the duet with the singer.

When you finish, the audience claps, but much more from politeness than from anything else. Right now, though, you don’t really care. You did a good job, you were having fun, and so was Jumin. Whew, what a relief! You were so sure he was mad at you for arguing with his father like that...

“You have nerves, young girl.” That’s all his father tells you when you get back to the table. “Now sit there and let’s eat.”

“Oh, it was about time. I’m starving!” you couldn’t really resist. Jumin rolls his eyes, smiling at you.

***

“This was so fun! You should totally go sing with us someday, MC! We usually play at a bar next to the road, going to the beach .” the sax girl tells you.

“I would love to.” You would, but you’re never daring yourself like this again. NEVER!

“You have style, my man.” The piano guy tells Jumin, rocking him slightly as he holds his shoulder. Jumin nods, a light shade of pink taints his cheeks. You have no idea this guy could blush! “And you are very talented, girl.”

“Yes, your mom was totally right about you.” The singer says, smiling. What?

“Do you know my mom?”

“She has a very intense voice, her gestures are very flamboyant sometimes, but there is a lot of drama in her voice.” Yes, that’s definitely her, or what you used to remember. “She’s in America now, guess she is working at one of those 60s cafes where waitresses sing.”

“Oh… I… I didn’t know.” You say quietly, it’s been a while you don’t think about her or what she is doing.

“She is happy. And she will be even happier when I tell her her daughter is growing to be a ver talented artist.”

“Don’t forget to mention ‘charismatic’” Jumin says, making you blush.

“I won’t. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you guys, we’re going now. Thank you for helping with the equipment.” Well, you really wanted to hang with them a little more.

Jumin and you watch as they get in the van, the singer waves at you thought the rearview mirror. The singer knows your mom, you’re so happy to hear about her after so long. You’re so happy you could…

“Why are you crying, MC?” he asks, leaning down with widen eyes.

“I’m not crying! Why would I be crying? Just because he’ll tell my mom I’m singing like her? Just because I don’t see her in almost three years? Just because I… I really miss her? I miss my mommy, Jumin!” you say the last part sobbing. “So much I don’t even mind saying ‘mommy’ and letting you see me cry! I just…”

You feel his arms wrapping you to bring you closer to his chest. Oh my… is Jumin Han hugging you? Is he comforting you?

“Now I’m not seeing you cry anymore.” You both chuckle, which makes you feel comfortable to hug him back.

When exactly did you feel comfortable enough to be this close to him? Was it because you sang together? Was it because you understood why he can be so… dense sometimes? He has a complicated family as well, he knows what you’re feeling right now. Could it be that Jumin Han has sympathy for you?

And, most importantly: is this the same guy who threatened Zen? No, it can’t be. You can’t believe it! And when you look over your shoulder, incredulity looks back at you through scarlet eyes. Zen doesn’t believe in what’s happening right now either.

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#mystic messenger fics #mystic messenger #jumin han #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #high school au #mystic messenger au #jumin x mc

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