Mystictober Day 8: Jaehee X Mc / Vacation

mystictober day 8: jaehee x mc / vacation

jaehee x mc + vacation

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It may have been a passing comment, but it was one that had stuck to you ever since you attended your first RFA party.

“I must ask Sherlocking to retrieve my lost vacation days,” Jaehee says with a little laugh after welcoming the detective and checking the his name on the guest list. It was said lightly, but you felt the truth in her words, especially after the soft sigh that escapes her before you both move on to the next guest.

So naturally, you burst through the doors of C&R one day, fully clad in a detective outfit- complete with a briefcase and a magnifying glass. The borrowed coat you had on was way too big on you, but it only made you look all the more endearing.

“I found them, I found them!!” You exclaim as you enter Jaehee’s office, and she makes a very confused face at you, before looking back and forth between you and Jumin’s door, motioning for you to lower your voice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Han is currently on a conference call with our associates from Japan,” she says apologetically, using a finger to lift her glasses back to the bridge of her nose. The assistant motions you to come closer. “What was- what was it that you found?”

Her eyebrows furrow as she blinks twice, taking in your appearance. What were all these stuff you were bringing? What in the world was your reason for this attire?

You erupt in laughter for a moment before you remember yourself, eyes widening while your hand comes up to stifle the laughs. As much as Jaehee adored the sight, the sound- she couldn’t tell you not to be quiet.

“I found them,” you say in a hush now, as if you’ve unearthed the biggest secret in the world, as if you held the very key to life in your hands. The briefcase is lifted onto Jaehee’s desk by your hands, an air of importance surrounding you. She tries sitting up straighter, higher to get a peek at what’s inside as you open it, but it’s obscured from her view.

You pull out a folder that held travel documents inside, an all expenses paid week-long trip to paradise as handpicked by you and Zen, and financed by none other than mister director, Jumin Han.

The briefcase is shut as you lay the folder on her table and slide it across in an official manner, like in a movie you’ve watched with her just to see Zen’s cameo in it.

“What is all this… ?” she asks quietly, a puzzled expression on her face.

As she opens the folder, you lean in and grin widely.

“Your lost vacation days!”

You can’t help but giggle again, excited for the overworked assistant. With eyes scanning through the details written down, she slowly begins to smile, but then her mouth falls back into a hard line.

“This cannot be possible. Is this one of Seven’s pranks, are you in on it this time?” She asks in disbelief, once again surveying your outfit.

“No no no, I swear-” you try to explain before Jumin himself walks out of his office, steady beats of his Oxfords slowing to a stop as he reaches the two of you.

“Assistant Kang, this is perfectly serious. We discussed this beforehand, everything has been worked out. Is that any way to show your gratitude?”

“Mr. Han- I didn’t- and,” Jaehee begins to fumble, caught off guard.

“It’s alright,” you swoop in and save her, laughing it off and waving your hand in reassurance. “I see why it would seem too good to be true. But it is true, I asked this guy right here,” you smile as you jut your thumb outwards towards the man in question.

Jumin only nods.

“I- How did you manage this? I’ve been trying to ask for so long…” she responds, still in shock, going through the files in the folder.

“Easy. I have seven cat-sitting days Jumin can redeem whenever he needs them,” you smile proudly, shoulders straightening out as you tug on the collar of your trenchcoat.

The director shares one of his rare smiles too, and gently lays a hand on your shoulder, nodding in approval. He turns to Jaehee and gives her a curt nod as well, before walking towards the elevator without another word.

The assistant finds the tickets and holds them up, staring at her own name printed on them. Like it’s a mirage that’ll disappear. Like it’s a hallucination she’ll snap out of soon.

But she feels the paper in her hands and- oh, why is it so thick?

Her thumb slides forward as her index slides backwards in an attempt, and to her surprise, the second ticket comes into view. Curiously, she places her ticket behind and gasps at what she reads on the second one.

Your name.

“You’re coming with me?” she asks, eyes still glued to the ticket.

“Of course I am!” you say, blushing sheepishly. “What good is a vacation if you spend it alone, am I right?”

Jaehee actually grins this time, finally setting down the documents and looking into your eyes once more. She looks so happy, you think you could almost melt right here, in your entire ensemble and everything. Magnifying glass included.

Nervously, you ramble on.

“I don’t know if you saw it yet but we’ll have time to go to some spots where Zen filmed for his latest movie!! He gave us all of the directions, he even helped me fix our whole trip! And there’s lots of cute coffee shops near where we’re staying, they do all the latte art and-”

You don’t notice that Jaehee’s made her way around her desk already to wrap her arms around you tightly, the way they are now. But you do notice the smile on her face and the way she has her eyes closed, the way she holds you tightly and oh my god, she smells so good-

You’re blushing, but she is too. Sighing happily, you tenderly hold the side of her head close to you as you relish in the warmth of your embrace.

“Thank you,” she murmurs most gratefully against your hair, and you’re so dizzy that you can’t tell if its the ghost of her lips that you feel brushing against your temple or the breeze on this office floor.

You secretly hope it isn’t the latter.

mystictober day 8: jaehee x mc / vacation

jaehee x mc + vacation

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It may have been a passing comment, but it was one that had stuck to you ever since you attended your first RFA party.

“I must ask Sherlocking to retrieve my lost vacation days,” Jaehee says with a little laugh after welcoming the detective and checking the his name on the guest list. It was said lightly, but you felt the truth in her words, especially after the soft sigh that escapes her before you both move on to the next guest.

So naturally, you burst through the doors of C&R one day, fully clad in a detective outfit- complete with a briefcase and a magnifying glass. The borrowed coat you had on was way too big on you, but it only made you look all the more endearing.

“I found them, I found them!!” You exclaim as you enter Jaehee’s office, and she makes a very confused face at you, before looking back and forth between you and Jumin’s door, motioning for you to lower your voice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Han is currently on a conference call with our associates from Japan,” she says apologetically, using a finger to lift her glasses back to the bridge of her nose. The assistant motions you to come closer. “What was- what was it that you found?”

Her eyebrows furrow as she blinks twice, taking in your appearance. What were all these stuff you were bringing? What in the world was your reason for this attire?

You erupt in laughter for a moment before you remember yourself, eyes widening while your hand comes up to stifle the laughs. As much as Jaehee adored the sight, the sound- she couldn’t tell you not to be quiet.

“I found them,” you say in a hush now, as if you’ve unearthed the biggest secret in the world, as if you held the very key to life in your hands. The briefcase is lifted onto Jaehee’s desk by your hands, an air of importance surrounding you. She tries sitting up straighter, higher to get a peek at what’s inside as you open it, but it’s obscured from her view.

You pull out a folder that held travel documents inside, an all expenses paid week-long trip to paradise as handpicked by you and Zen, and financed by none other than mister director, Jumin Han.

The briefcase is shut as you lay the folder on her table and slide it across in an official manner, like in a movie you’ve watched with her just to see Zen’s cameo in it.

“What is all this… ?” she asks quietly, a puzzled expression on her face.

As she opens the folder, you lean in and grin widely.

“Your lost vacation days!”

You can’t help but giggle again, excited for the overworked assistant. With eyes scanning through the details written down, she slowly begins to smile, but then her mouth falls back into a hard line.

“This cannot be possible. Is this one of Seven’s pranks, are you in on it this time?” She asks in disbelief, once again surveying your outfit.

“No no no, I swear-” you try to explain before Jumin himself walks out of his office, steady beats of his Oxfords slowing to a stop as he reaches the two of you.

“Assistant Kang, this is perfectly serious. We discussed this beforehand, everything has been worked out. Is that any way to show your gratitude?”

“Mr. Han- I didn’t- and,” Jaehee begins to fumble, caught off guard.

“It’s alright,” you swoop in and save her, laughing it off and waving your hand in reassurance. “I see why it would seem too good to be true. But it is true, I asked this guy right here,” you smile as you jut your thumb outwards towards the man in question.

Jumin only nods.

“I- How did you manage this? I’ve been trying to ask for so long…” she responds, still in shock, going through the files in the folder.

“Easy. I have seven cat-sitting days Jumin can redeem whenever he needs them,” you smile proudly, shoulders straightening out as you tug on the collar of your trenchcoat.

The director shares one of his rare smiles too, and gently lays a hand on your shoulder, nodding in approval. He turns to Jaehee and gives her a curt nod as well, before walking towards the elevator without another word.

The assistant finds the tickets and holds them up, staring at her own name printed on them. Like it’s a mirage that’ll disappear. Like it’s a hallucination she’ll snap out of soon.

But she feels the paper in her hands and- oh, why is it so thick?

Her thumb slides forward as her index slides backwards in an attempt, and to her surprise, the second ticket comes into view. Curiously, she places her ticket behind and gasps at what she reads on the second one.

Your name.

“You’re coming with me?” she asks, eyes still glued to the ticket.

“Of course I am!” you say, blushing sheepishly. “What good is a vacation if you spend it alone, am I right?”

Jaehee actually grins this time, finally setting down the documents and looking into your eyes once more. She looks so happy, you think you could almost melt right here, in your entire ensemble and everything. Magnifying glass included.

Nervously, you ramble on.

“I don’t know if you saw it yet but we’ll have time to go to some spots where Zen filmed for his latest movie!! He gave us all of the directions, he even helped me fix our whole trip! And there’s lots of cute coffee shops near where we’re staying, they do all the latte art and-”

You don’t notice that Jaehee’s made her way around her desk already to wrap her arms around you tightly, the way they are now. But you do notice the smile on her face and the way she has her eyes closed, the way she holds you tightly and oh my god, she smells so good-

You’re blushing, but she is too. Sighing happily, you tenderly hold the side of her head close to you as you relish in the warmth of your embrace.

“Thank you,” she murmurs most gratefully against your hair, and you’re so dizzy that you can’t tell if its the ghost of her lips that you feel brushing against your temple or the breeze on this office floor.

You secretly hope it isn’t the latter.

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Oh wowowowow I am EXCITED for the rest of this, I think it's even an understatement at this point. Royal but still sorta modern AU? Saeyoung and Vanderwood? ROYAL GUARDS? Jesus christ, it's waaaaay up my alley. This is amazing, and you should be proud-

I especially love the Princess Diaries reference at the end. I pictured Vandy in Joe's stance, hah! Can I please be tagged in future updates? <3

At Your Side (Chapter One)

There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.

It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.

1171 words this is an incredibly self indulgent (like THE MOST self indulgent) MC x Vanderwood x Saeyoung AU fic in which MC is a princess and Vanderwood and Saeyoung are her royal guards. (set in modern day, think Princess Diaries) this will be a multichapter fic with (possibly) multiple endings. MC is 'you' but never mentioned by name

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There were, in your life, very few people that you could trust to see you as you are now: unfiltered, bare-faced, and maybe a little bit drunk. You were, after all, the heir to a kingdom and the current figurehead of a small nation. As a princess, your job was to maintain a favorable reputation so that you may someday rule, and to pay attention to your studies so that you may someday rule well.

It was in the name of keeping up appearances that you were now hiding in a dark closet with a watered down vodka soda and your two personal security guards.

The problem with public appearance here wasn’t the alcohol, it was a clear drink and therefore you were granted plausible deniability if seen holding it. The problem was with the fact that someone else had spilled their red wine down the front of your dress, and one of your security guards had taken it upon himself to escort you out of the crowd before anyone was able to photograph you.

“How long are we to wait here? Until everyone else has left the party?” You ask in a huff, staring into the darkness in front of you, imagining the stoic face of the overly-cautious Agent Vanderwood.

“No, princess,” Vanderwood’s reply comes from a bit to the left of where you were staring. “Saeyoung is bringing another dress.”

As if on cue, there is a knock on the closet door. You recognize it as one of Saeyoung’s code knocks, and Vanderwood carefully opens the door.

“Dress acquired, Madam,” Saeyoung jokes, as he closes the door behind him, earning what sounds like a quick smack from Vanderwood.

Fumbling in the dark, you take the dress from Saeyoung. You recognize it by touch as one of your more comfortable party dresses, you’re grateful that Saeyoung has chosen a dress that will be easy to change into.

“We’ll wait outside for you,” Vanderwood says, their arm brushing yours as they reach for the door.

“Wait!” You reach out a gloved hand to stop them and it rests on what you assume is their bicep. “If you’re just standing outside the closet door, people will know I’m in here.”

Saeyoung laughs, “She has a point.”

“What are we supposed to do, then?” Vanderwood’s voice is terse. They’re short with Saeyoung in a way that they never are with you.

“Princess?” Saeyoung asks.

You shrug, though no one can see it.

“I’ll change fast, hold this.” You hold out your drink in front of you and a hand miraculously finds yours to take it. “And can one of you unzip me?”

You turn around, standing tall and demure in the way you’re supposed to. For some reason, you find yourself anxious as you anticipate your guard’s hands on your back.

Saeyoung, you think it’s Saeyoung, steps forward and his hand finds your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can find your zipper…” Saeyoung says.

Wordlessly, Vanderwood flicks on his phone flashlight, which causes Saeyoung to yelp in surprise.

“Thank you,” you say, “but a warning would have been nice.”

Again, you feel Saeyoung’s hand on your shoulder and he holds it there as if to steady you as his other hand finds the small gold zipper on the back of your cocktail dress. You can feel his breath as he pulls. You are all far too close together in this damned closet and it’s making your face hot.

“That’s good,” you tell Saeyoung, he’s only unzipped the dress about halfway, but you know that it’s low enough that you can reach it yourself. “Now would both of you turn around? Or turn the light off? Or both, I suppose.”

The two guards take this order dutifully, you hear them both shuffle away from you after the light is switched off.

As you peel off the stained, probably ruined, cocktail dress, you try very hard not to think about the fact that you are undressed in a tiny closet with two men. You should be desensitized now to the presence of staff in this sort of situation. You’re used to having stylists and clothing designers dressing you, so this should be no different. But somehow, it is. There’s a tension in the air that you feel you could cut with a knife.

“Alright,” you say as you straighten the skirt of the new dress. Thankfully, this dress had no zipper to be reckoned with. “Now what?”

“I’ll leave first to make sure we won’t be seen,” Vanderwood says, “And then I’ll signal to Saeyoung when you can both leave.”

“Sounds good,” Saeyoung affirms.

“What about the old dress?”

“Leave it here, I’ll deal with it later.”

You hope that Vanderwood means that they’ll take the dress and have the stain treated, but you’re afraid it may not be salvageable.

The tiny bit of light from the outside world is almost blinding, as you realize that you’ve been in a closet for now an absurdly long amount of time.

“Sorry about this, by the way,” Saeyoung says, emboldened by Vanderwood’s absence. “I’m sure you didn’t think a so much of this party would be spent in a closet.”

You laugh, surprised, “It’s just as well.”

“You’d rather be in a closet,” Saeyoung laughs, “Really?”

“I just know that you and Vanderwood aren’t going to work every interaction you have with me tonight into a story to tell at future parties. You see me every day, so the shine’s worn off.”

“You’re wrong about that.”

“Oh so you do tell stories about me at parties?” You huff, “Figures.”

“No no! I just don’t think the shine has worn off! I don’t think it can.”

There’s a moment then of shocked silence. You realize, then, how very rare a true compliment is. Something in Saeyoung’s voice is so genuine that it strikes you to your core.

Saeyoung, ever vigilant, fills the silence quickly by clearing his throat and clarifying, “I didn’t mean to be too personal, Princess, I just mean that I really admire you.”

You straighten, surprised to find yourself slouching in the first place.

“Of course,” you say. “Thank you.”

You hear a tiny muffled voice say something indecipherable through Saeyoung’s earpiece.

“Ah,” Saeyoung says, “Vanderwood says you’re all clear. I’ll go first and block the door just in case. You should sneak past me and meet them at the end of the hall so they can escort you back.”

Following Saeyoung’s instructions, you finally make your escape from the dark closet and back into the hallway. You can hear the sounds of the party from the other room, thankfully still continuing on in your absence.

Vanderwood, as promised, is standing at the end of the hallway with their hands folded in front of them. They motion you forward with a nod as you duck behind Saeyoung’s broad shoulders.

As you arrive at their side, Vanderwood offers their arm and presses a button on their earpiece before saying, “Bluebird is headed up east wing.”

Thank you for the tags, @quirky-and-kind + @agent-bee !! :D

on the left we have me, Sophie as Vandy's GF herself, we were on a date and obviously I stole his coat 😎 and on the right is Sophie showing up at the bunker to demand Saeyoung Choi for some attention 😩

gonna tag: @galaxytastes (ik u love these), @luxielle, @little-butterfly-writes, and anyone else who want to join!

the lovely @slothssassin tagged me to make a few of my OCs in this dress up game

Aedra Lavellan//Andy Shepard

Myra Hawke//Evangeline Cousland

tagging @starsandskies @oxygenforthewicked @nothisis-ridiculous and whoever else would like to :)

mystictober day 7: favorite cg / matching

saeyoung + favorite cg + matching

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!! reader is wearing a dress, but nothing other than that is specified.

also, this isn't my favorite cg cause i cannot pick one, but it's definitely one of them <3

You feel yourself go still as his hands wrap around you, as his chin hooks over your shoulder. He has you surrounded now, and you know well enough that there's no getting out of this. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide- not in this bunker, not when you're in the hands of God Seven himself.

The heat of his breath tickles your skin and coaxes bumps to come to its surface. You swallow thickly, and you can hear it in your ears when you do- in fact, you can hear almost everything in your ears, including the hammering of your heartbeat. His hands are large enough to splay over your back as he slowly pulls down the zipper of your dress- and this, this you can hear too, every little click that each pair of teeth from the zipper makes resounds in your ears. It's this very sound that seals your fate.

You can feel the fabric slipping down your shoulders almost torturously, grazing against your elbows as it falls down your arms.

Maybe it should scare you, the fact that you're standing almost fully bare in your boyfriend’s arms, but you don’t feel an ounce of fear at all. With hands on his shoulders, thumbs hooked under the collar of his jacket, you rest your head against his as you push his jacket down until it falls to the floor, joining your dress.

As much as Saeyoung wanted to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, this was a game. He had to be patient, had to take a deep breath as he felt the pads of your fingers brush against his muscled abs before you lifted his hoodie off. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against your skin languidly, trailing down until they linger in the crook of your neck.

So that’s how you want to play?

You act as an exact mirror of him, both hands coming up behind his neck to cradle his head, lips leaning in to start kissing right below his jaw, getting lower and lower until you make it to the very same spot he chose to focus on.

Exhaling slowly, the feeling of your warmth makes his little hairs stand on their ends, their own special greeting for you. You can hear it, the way you breathe, the way he breathes, each gentle brush of skin on skin and every little kiss you give each other.

It’s a game.

With an upwards drag of your tongue flat against his neck, his free hand clutches at your shoulder, jaw falling slack to let his teeth graze against your pulse point.

Maybe it’s something beyond your comprehension, something more powerful than the both of you that connects you both together. Maybe it’s all the time you’ve spent together, or maybe it’s simply because you’re the 606 to his 707-

But when you bite down, he does too, teeth sinking into skin, lips latching, sucking; tongues laving down at each other’s fresh bruises, at the matching marks you’ve made for the world to see.

He chuckles darkly against your skin.

This is only the beginning.