*scream*

*scream*

RFA reacts to MC using a pickup and finger guns on them

personally I like finger guns anyone who knows me knows I am a huge dork and i like to make puns but my somewhat dry humor means that people may not notice if I don’t actively play it up so bring in the awkwardly dorky finger guns (guy’s there’s a reason I don’t have many friends I am so far from cool) any way I don’t do pick up lines because I don’t have any interest in actual dating so I had to look these up. I hope ya’ll enjoy these. writing them made me happy at least. 

oh also ya know master list

Jumin

-        I’d like to make you my feature PowerPoint presentation *finger gun*

-        Straight up asks what you’re doing with your hands.

-        MC: it’s uh ironic I guess? It’s like a silly thing you do if you are trying to flirt with someone and you fail at it Jumin: and you made that gesture to me because? MC: I was trying and failing to flirt with you Jumin: I do not believe you were failing *trademark smirk* Mc: *gulp* Help

-        Tries it on you and is pleasantly surprised by your giggle and blush (it’s just so awkward and cute and oh my god you are going to marry this man)

-        Gets Saeyoung to make him a finger gun emoji (Saeyoung is hyped)

-        Everyone loses their sh*t

Yoosung

-        “You’re my superman yoosung * jokey finger guns*

-        Turns bright red, stutters,

-        Tries desperately to flirt back but can’t get the pickup line out

-        You can’t get over how cute his embarrassed face is

-        He is now distraught at how often you start doing this

-        Keeps asking the RFA for help on lines to say back to you because he wants to impress you

Saeyoung

-        “I’d like to play on your laptop *wink and finger-gun*”

-        It was in this moment that he knew he was in love

-        Finger-gun’s back

-        Starts a finger-gun shoot out

-        It always ends in his over the top death scene He falls into your arms and quotes hamlet

-        you giggle and give him a kiss to bring him back to life

Zen

-        Are you Macbeth? Because your name sends shivers down my spine. *finger gun*

-        he can’t stop laughing, you looked so cute

-        once he gets a hold of himself he turns the table on you

-        jagiya, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print. *finger guns*

-        he is absolutely hugging you so tight it’s hard to breath

-        the beast is unleashed

-        you swear you’ll learn more theater pickup lines

Jeahee

-        can I have your number because I like you a latte *finger guns*

-        sputters blushes “what?”

-        tries to brush it off as a joke (because you two are friends)

-        secretly hopes it wasn’t a joke (she may not want to be just friends)

-        tells you about this new café that has really good latte art

-        you insist that both of you go together

-        now she has a date? Maybe? Or at the very least she has plans to meet a friend

-        you two spend a lot of time in this weird “are we friends or dating and they just go slow” area

audition of a lifetime

a Zen x MC ficlet (850 words)

MC is watching over Zen’s latest audition when she begins to feel sick. she rushes to the theater bathroom where her water breaks.

FLUFF I hope you enjoy it. also I have no idea if this would make someone more or less likely to get the role so I’m leaving that to you does Zen get the role? if he does will he accept to help pay for new baby stuff or refuse to spend time on baby.

You where sat off to the side as Zen auditioned for what could be the role of his career. You were so proud of him. between the RFA and his growing popularity as a model he had made real strides towards his dream. This audition would secure his first big movie role and facilitate his breakthrough into more movie roles in the future. You would not, could not miss this opportunity and so you sat to the side and watched him despite the occasional pain in your abdomen. You were sure it was nothing, pain was bound to happen later in your pregnancy you thought and these pains had been happening on and off for the last few days. You had an appointment with the doctor tomorrow after all so you could wait until then. halfway through Zen’s reading you felt a shift and a kick from the baby that made you wince, and place your hand on your belly. Zen was still on stage if you could wait just a little longer he could drive you to the doctor to make sure everything was okay, just a little longer. The next pain that shot through you had you standing to rush to the bathroom. You were sure you were going to be sick. You crouched next to the toilet emptying the contents of your stomach into it as another wave of pain wracked your form. As the pain ebbed you turned to sit more comfortably, you caught your breath and heard the door open.

“mrs. Ryu?” called the casting director. Your heart stopped and you scrambled to your feet despite another wave of pain.

“yes yes. I’m so sorry. What did you think? He’s incredible right?” you know your voice is trembling. You can hear how forced you sound, you can feel how stiffly you’re holding yourself, fingers digging into your arm with every new wave of pain and nausea.

“mrs. Ryu? Are you okay?” she asked gently worry etched across her face. You shake your head, lips pressed tightly together and that’s when you feel your water break. “somebody call Zen!” the room was spinning and you felt yourself vomit again before Zen’s hands where on your shoulders. You tried to tell him about your water breaking but the words caught in your throat. “I think her water broke” you hear the casting director say in panic.

“what? Jagi I need you to breathe for me we’re going to get you to the hospital princess. You can do this, you’re so strong. Breath for me beautiful.”

“don’t feel good” you manage through clenched teeth.

“it’s okay precious I got you. you can lean on me angel” he said pulling you gently against his side as he helped you to your feet. His voice was soothing but you felt the world shift too suddenly and you lost your balance falling against him heavily. Thankfully he caught you easily. “good girl come on. lean on me let’s get you to the hospital I’ll take care of you jagiya”

The journey to the car was a difficult one and you leaned on Zen the entire way as he encouraged and praised you. one of the actors Zen knew offered to help you into the car as Zen rushed to the driver’s side to start the vehicle. The man’s hand left the small of your back for less than a second when the worst contraction yet hit and sent the world around reeling. Everything went black.

When you came to you could hear the faint beeping of a machine to your left and an infant crying to your right. “she’s awake.” Zen’s voice called and you struggled to open your eye’s against the bright florescent lights. “jagiya listen you passed out and hit your head.”

“my water broke.” You said dazedly trying to connect the dots of your hazy memory “the baby” you muttered. “my water broke. the baby was on the way. Where’s my baby!” the machines beeping sped up alarmingly driving your growing panic. You felt his hand on your arm and he smiled gently.

“she’s here their making sure she’s healthy right now. Look” he stepped aside and you could see the nurses checking over a small infant with a wild tuft of alabaster hair. “she’s an angel and her mother is a goddess. I can’t believe you’ve given me everything I could have ever wanted. How can you manage to be more gorgeous every day jagi?” you swatted his hand away from where he had tried to touch your cheek.

“I’m sweaty and gross and did they do a C section am I bloody?”

“no blood and you could never be gross jagi. Your perfect.”

“when can I hold her?” you ask the nurse ignoring the ridiculous words Zen was spewing.

“right now. Mrs. Ryu” the nurse said handing you the tiny newborn.

“you were right about her being an angel though, she has your hair.”

“and your cute nose” Zen chirped tapping her nose gently

“thank god she’s got your eyes though” you laughed.

Roof Top Affection

this is just me venting via     

Jumin x MC ficlet (1400 words)

MC struggles with feeling of emptiness that compels her to visit the roof of the penthouse despite the dangers, when Jumin is alerted he is not happy. (I don’t write angst guys this doesn't have angst it has like two seconds of sad and then a whole shiz ton of fluff)

also if your interested feel free to check out my master list

If you leaned forward just a bit, you could see the street below. If you closed your eyes and focused on the wind in your hair you could imagine you were falling. If you sat here long enough, you hoped maybe you could let go of the tightness that had somehow lodged itself in your chest.

It had taken incredible planning to get here. You had watched the guards for days before you sneak away. They wouldn’t have stopped you of course, but they would tell Jumin and he would worry. It isn’t that you wanted to worry him. you had simply been so stuck recently. Between the guards and the reporters, you felt suffocated, before you had married Jumin you had been a nobody, invisible to practically everyone and you had reveled in the solitude of it.

Now you sat on the edge of the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city just to find a second of mock silence. the wind was loud and cold at this height it whipped around you as dangled your legs over the edge of the roof. no one could see you up here unless they were looking and you weren’t unfamiliar with heights like this quite the opposite actually. You sought them out regularly, they felt safe to you, as though your worries where tethered to the ground and through little more than mere distance from earth you could leave them behind. So it was fitting than that your ultimate solace came in this admittedly foolish game of chicken. How close to the edge could you bring yourself before the fear of falling drew you back inside. This was the farthest you had ever come, sat on the ledge legs dangling off eye’s closed and simply feeling the thrill of being so close.

“Mrs. Han.” Came the booming and authoritative voice of Jumin’s most trusted body guard “please step back from the ledge carefully Mr. Han has been called and will be hear soon”. The pseudo silence you had chased was shattered and you noticed the noise of the city suddenly still you couldn’t bring yourself to stand just yet, you gazed over the edge one final time. You could hear the heavy foot falls of the guard coming to retrieve you and you sighed. You put your hand up to stop him and stood of your own volition meeting him halfway. “I am to - ”

“escort me back to the penthouse to await my husband? Don’t worry so much I understand.” You smiled up at him and saw his nervous and melancholy frown. As he nodded and followed behind you as you made your way back inside.

“Ma’am? May I ask why you were up there?” he pressed gently only the barest hint of hesitance in his voice.

“of course you may, the real question is will I have an answer for you.” you said teasingly trying to lighten the mood at least a little. If you could convince the guard it was no big deal you had a better chance of convincing Jumin. You didn’t want to lie however “the wind up there is exciting. The view is breathtaking. Honestly it just, calls to me like a siren. Do you know about sirens? Jumin read me a book on mythology once and it talked about these creatures that sang so beautifully that they drew unsuspecting sailors into rocky waters, I think the roof is my siren. I know it’s dangerous but when I hear that melody, imagine that feeling, breathe that air, I can’t say no. I don’t plan on doing anything bad though so you shouldn’t worry”. Okay even you had to admit that sounded worrying. So much for playing this off as something trivial.

You reached the door to the pent house quickly and he sat with you stiffly until Jumin rushed in. you could see the immediate relief on his face when he saw you sat safely away from any dangerous ledges. You also saw the relief crumble behind a cold anger as the body guard moved to his post outside the penthouse door. Jumin sat in an armchair to your left and you watched him run his hands through his hair in exasperation trying to find the right words.

“It’s not what you think” you say cutting him off before he can speak, “I wasn’t planning to leave you. I could never leave you, I love you. I just,” but you trailed off losing your words at the sight of his hands shaking, the lost and broken look in his eyes.

“Just what MC? what on earth could have made you do something so reckless?” he said reckless but you heard the meaning behind it. Stupid, how could you do something so stupid, and how could you blame him really. You had known from the beginning that it was stupid, stupid and dangerous and breathtaking.

“Jumin I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. do you remember telling me about the threads that wrapped around your throat? They strangled you, held you back, hurt you. I have them on my heart they constrict in my chest until I can’t feel anything at all, but up there the wind and the quiet and the chill it helps. Their still their still tied around my heart but they loosen.”

He looked at you and you could feel his fear. The ever confident business man was nowhere to be seen in that moment. “you helped me untangle my threads MC. I want to do the same for you” you had never heard his voice waver like it did when he spoke the next words “but I can’t lose you like V lost Rika.”

Your heart froze and you moved from your spot on the couch. You knelt at his feet, held one of his hands securely in yours and leaned to meet his downcast eyes. “Jumin, I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. When I go up there I do it to feel something, not to stop feeling everything. I’m not Rika you won’t lose me.”

Without a word he pulled you off the floor and into his lap. You wrapped your arms around him mimicking his tight hold on you occasionally raking your fingers through his hair soothingly. Slowly you could feel him relax feel him unwind around you as you gently and quietly chanted your love to him.

“I’ll build you a sky walk. Clear flooring and handrails. You’ll be able to be up there and still stay safe, but you have to take a guard next time.” You chuckle a little at that, he had always been a problem solver, of course he would find you a way to feel the city beneath you safely. “MC? please talk to me when you feel that way. I hate to imagine you suffering alone”

“anything for you love” you purr nuzzling your head into his neck before sneaking a kiss onto the skin there. The next few days he stays home from work to be with you. one day you take him up to the roof and sit with him feeling the wind in your hair and leaning against him. he admits it’s nice but it makes him nervous none the less, having you so vulnerable. He asks if you want to see a councilor after reading that thrill seeking behavior is linked to depression you agree on the condition that he attend with you the first few times. It helps him as much as it helps you, and though you don’t attend long you learn how to better cope with the periods of emptiness. In the meantime, an observatory is built on the roof and a skywalk is added these become a major tourist draw despite being open to the public only on the weekends. During the weekdays you enjoy planning for the upcoming RFA parties while lounging on the skywalk, with its crystal clear flooring and guard rails you often feel like there is nothing above or below you. Jumin often joins you for lunch relishing the view and your ever growing cheer.

The RFA + Saeran with an MC that requires insane amounts of warmth to fall asleep

short sweet and to the point. i hope. guy’s i wrote this last night while in my bed waiting for my heated blanket to warm up. I’m fine most of the time but bed time is supposed to be warm, comfy, and cozy as hell.

Jumin

-        His hands and feet are freezing (good for headache, bad for cuddling)

-        the made keeps putting away all your extra blankets (no I need all 16 trust me)

-        he will not sleep without holding you so you compensate for his lower body temp

-        he won’t admit he sleeps better with all the blankets you add

-        you have a heating pad at your feet because nothing is as unpleasant as being shocked awake by his ice cube toes

-        he buys you thermal pajamas to help though

-        you also have super cuddly house shoes

-        on colder nights you and he share warm milk

Yoosung

-        he’s pretty warm thank the lord

-        he is also WAY into blanket cocoons and cuddling

-        you actually sleep really well because all the cuddling and blanket burritos keep you warm

-        it’s bliss, such relief

-        the morning comes and aint neither of y’all setting foot in the frozen tundra that is his apartment

-        rock paper scissors to see how gets out to turn on the heater

-        mock crying when he looses

-        you kiss his nose then kick him out of the bed “you can do it Yoosung be strong!”

Saeyoung

-        you can’t keep this boi caged by blankets

-        he will fight you in his sleep (he cannot be contained)

-        the second he’s out of the blankets though, he sleeps like the dead

-        you legit thought he was doing this on purpose

-        after careful detective work (asking vanderwood) it turns out no that’s just him

-        he doesn’t sleep well with things wrapped around him

-        he will absolutely cuddle your blanket cocoon though

-        so you know it works

Zen

-        this man is a radiator

-        great right? no its makes things complicated

-        he’s constantly too hot your too cold

-        you cuddle him but you’re still cold. add a thin blanket he’s too hot (wink)

-        he wants to cuddle you but he can NOT sleep under blankets

-        you want to cuddle him but your teeth are literally chattering

-        he wraps you in two thinner blankets (inner one is heated outer one is not)

-        this way he can still feel your curves but you don’t freeze to death

Jaehee

-        absolutely gets it, she’s the same way

-        hot drinks, heavy blankets, warm EVERYTHING

-        you cuddle under heated blankets and sip hot coffee in 67 degree weather

-        who cares what people say heat = life

-        the heating bill is really high though

-        winter is terrible, the bane of your existence

-        the only good thing is the feeling of coming inside and warming up after being so cold

-        she rubs your hands and breaths on them to help them warm up

Saeran

-        even worse about it than you are

-        steals all your blankets in his sleep

-        you once heard him hiss at you when you tried to get them back

-        “why isn’t the heater working?” “it is” “why isn’t it working better?!?”

-        He thinks your hands are cold (even though they absolutely are not)

-        Threaten to kick you out of the bed if you put your “cold” hands on him

-        Is torn between “I want to cuddle you” and “if I open the blankets to let you in I will absolutely freeze to death”

-        He likes to nap during the day with the curtains open for added sunshine warmth