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A drawing of Jaehee a while back. I some what liked the way it turned out. This is one of my first finished digital pieces.
Jumin Han's Aesthetic
Another WIP ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3 What the hell is this ship’s name? Juzen? Zemin? —- Do not repost please! Reblogging is ok 👌
Probably looking at Elizabeth the 3rd tbh
Happy Birthday Jumin Han ☆ October 5th
“The more I spend time with you, the more I will change. And I will feel amazingly happy… I can’t wait for the future with you.”
The old Rika can't come to the phone right now Why? Oh! Cause she's a snake
jumin in saeyoung's route
he lost rika. then, he lost v. not to mention if the reset theory is true, he will feel this hole inside of him. mc is being with saeyoung. jumin han is lonely back then, but after endings of secret 01 and secret 02, he is alone. now let that sink in
Yoosung route, 5th day.
(I love him.)
RFA (plus saeran) with an MC that leaves when she gets angry (don’t worry they all make up)
so this took me all day but i want to try writing something everyday so here ya’ll go let me know if y’all like it. also i just noticed how often i misspell the names and i ask for mercy i have dyslexia and i really am trying to catch these things.
Jumin
- You two rarely argued but when you did it tended to bring out EVERYTHING past and present
- You couldn’t even remember what exactly had sparked the argument
- Something about not eating, or was it because you had worked yourself to exhaustion two days ago
- Whatever the reason both of you were angry.
- You knew he cared about you, knew that behind the anger was fear and love
- That didn’t make his stern and angry voice more tolerable though
- Didn’t soften his piercing gaze or ease your own frustration
- “okay. I’m done fighting Jumin.” You say coldly cutting him off mid-sentence
- “what” he asked looking for intents and purposes like you had slapped him across the face unexpectedly
- “I’m done Jumin. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m going for a walk; I’ll be home by dinner.”
- “your leaving me?” he asked cautiously afraid of the answer
- “if I were leaving you I would have just left. I wouldn’t have told you I’d be back. I’m just, I’m done fighting.”
- And with that, you were out the door.
- 3 hours later you hung your coat up in the penthouse entry way and met your husband at the dinner table
- “I’m sorry” both of you said simultaneously
- You put your hand up to quiet him as you see the question in his face before he can even ask
- “I know I can’t just leave like that. It’s not good to just shut down a conversation like that. I just I hate fighting, I hate being angry and arguing. I’d rather simply not do it. You know?”
- “better than you could imagine my love”
Yoosung
- “I wasn’t flirting with him!
- “he was flirting with you though!”
- “I can’t control what he does yoosung”
- “you could have walked away!”
- “I was pay- no you know what. No” you put your hands up and turned to leave the kitchen where you too where arguing as you put away the groceries
- “wait, we, we were talking” yoosung spluttered as you tugged your coat back on and grabbed your purse
- “no yoosung you were talking, you were talking if you want you can keep talking, you’ll get just as far in the argument as you would if I were here so go ahead. Me I’m going to go get a drink at the cat café. I’ll call you when I’m on my way back”
- Then you were gone. Door shut surprisingly gently behind you
- And yoosung was left alone angry and confused
- So he did what he always did when he needed to process emotions, he played LOLOL
- You called on your way home just as you said you would but when he didn’t answer he couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your lips
- “yoosungie? I’m sorry I bailed on you. You know I don’t deal with frustration well, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I’m on my home. See you soon puppy.” You mumbled into the phone as you left a voicemail
- As soon as you walked through the door he was on you with the tightest hug you had ever felt
- “MC! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you leave I just I saw the guy at the store and the way he looked at you I guess I kind of freaked out”
- You couldn’t help yourself, not when he was nuzzling his face into your hair and rubbing your back as he hugged you
- “puppy!” You cooed pulling back to fluff his hair a bit “I love you” you laughed at the rising blush on his cheeks and kissed his nose
Saeyoung
- You only fight when seven is closing himself off again. Most of the time when this happens you can usually simply love him through it
- But every now and then you got frustrated. Frustrated that he still didn’t trust you frustrated that he still thought you were better off without him. After all this time everything you’ve been through he still doesn’t understand how much you love him
- That what led to this fight. He was shutting you out again
- “MC seriously I’m trying to work I don’t have tim-“
- “saeyoung I’m leaving. I’ll be back, I don’t know later I guess I’ll take the routes with cameras so you don’t have to worry”
- “what? MC you can’t just”
- “I can. I am. See ya”
- So you left before he could say anything else.
- You took the CCTV covered routes and purposefully avoided looking at the cameras.
- He called you a couple of times and you made sure he saw you see the call on your phone before you decline the call.
- When you finally calm down you make your way home and find him at his computer.
- You sit on the floor next to his chair and pull out your phone texting him a quick sorry message and telling him you’ll be right beside him whenever he finishes working.
- After a while you feel his hand in your hair and you hum contentedly knowing that you two could get through this
- Just like you had gotten through everything else
Zen
- He hurt himself. Again. You had warned him that he was pushing himself to hard and he still pushed.
- Now he was hurt and out of commission for 2 days and you had more work to do than ever.
- You loved this man really you did, but between the upcoming RFA party, the new fan club coordination position you had taken up, and being his manager you were feeling frustrated and overwhelmed
- So once he was settled in bed and safe you told him you had to run some errands
- “ugh you were right jagi I’m sorry”
- You damn right I was right
- “listen to me.” You said coldly “I love you, but if you get up from that bed while I’m gone, I will throw the TV through that door and then post that video of you after you met Elly, swollen face and all.”
- That shut him up fast. Looking at his mouth opening and closing as he looked for something to say almost made you feel bad. Almost.
- “I’m just, I’m angry right now and I need some time to calm down. I love you but you have to give me a bit. I promise I’ll be back soon” you explained with a sigh.
- And so here you were sitting on your laptop at local café and posting an update for Zen’s fan club.
- It had only been 15 minutes but you already felt bad for leaving him alone. So you began to pack up. That was until you noticed a new message on your latest post.
- The fans wanted to put together a collection for Zen’s injury. That actually gave you a good idea
- 30 minutes and 48 different emails later and you were ready, this would be perfect and you couldn’t wait to get back to your zenny
- When you got home you were relieved to find zen asleep and not waiting up for you as you worried he might. You kissed his forehead and set to work connecting your laptop to the TV.
- When he woke up you helped him to the couch and just before you showed him what you and his fans had put together you set of a camera
- “jagi? What is all this?” he asked laughing a little at all the stuff you had set up
- “trust me Zenny you’ll love it and so will they. I just know it”
- You played a compilation of the videos the fans had sent you of them wishing Zen well and telling him how much they loved his work. Video fan mail would definitely lift his spirits.
- Not to mention posting his reaction would make the fans happy.
Jaehee
- Cake burned, coffee spilled, cat hair everywhere.
- day ruined
- You were dog tired and so done with today when an equally tired and grumpy jaehee stumbles from the cafes back office
- “MC what, it’s a wreck in here!” she exclaims
- “really? I hadn’t noticed.” You replied sardonically before sighing “I know I’m working on it right now.”
- “no it’ll be faster if I do it you just go, go make dinner at home” you could hear the edge in her voice and couldn’t help but respond in kind
- “You know I’m not the one who let the cat in right?” you almost spat
- “I didn’t say you did MC.” She sighed rubbing her temples
- It had all started about 2 hours ago when a child had let in a street cat to get it out of the deluge outside. The ensuing chaos led to shutting early and trying to desperately heard a scared and soaked cat outside into a slowly fading rainstorm.
- Needless to say that the café you two had worked so hard for was currently in shambles.
- “fine. Your right. It’s probably faster if you just go it alone.” You muttered before stalking out the door and into the rain.
- You had only made it half a block before you felt the rain stop
- But it hadn’t stopped. You looked around only to see jaehee holding an umbrella over your head
- You couldn’t help the breathless laugh the left you
- “I guess I wasn’t thinking when I left was I”
- “I wasn’t thinking when I told you to leave. So we’re even.”
Saeran
- you knew this wasn’t about you
- it was about the new councilor, who had mentioned his mother
- it was about seven doting over him about his medicine
- it was about everything and everyone smothering him
- so you told yourself again and again that this screaming wasn’t about you
- you tried to be understanding and most of the fights ended with the catharsis of a tantrum and the comfort of a gentle hug
- this was not most times
- “I should have just left you at mint eye where you belong!”
- You had worked so hard to support his recovery. You were used to insults, used to frustration
- But he said this quietly, seething and dark and you were angry.
- You felt your stare go icy and saw his eyes widen in surprise
- You didn’t get angry often and he was always surprised when you did
- “saeran. I’m leaving for a while. I’ll come back when I calm down”
- “you can’t just leave”
- “I couldn’t leave at mint eye but I can now” you spat without even looking back at him
- “you wouldn’t dare!”
- “I will be back when I calm down” you said slowly before finally walking out the door
- He was furious, and with no one to point his anger at he paced his room.
- As his anger faded he felt the all too familiar regret and guilt wash over him as he let himself fall backwards on his bed
- You had been gone for quite a while and he wondered balefully if this would be the time you didn’t come back to him
- It had to happen sooner or later after all
- You had left nearly an hour ago and you could still feel the cold and icy grip of anger on your heart. You really had to do something, anything with this feeling.
- you yelled. You raged and spat and cursed alone in the middle of the woods. Primal scream therapy, your mother had called it; cathartic your father had said. All you knew was you felt better and Saeran didn’t have to take the brunt of it.
- When you returned you saw saeran laying on the bed and you cleared you throat as you stood in the door way. He sat up and eyed you in clear surprise
- “your back” he said simply as though you hadn’t told him you would return.
- You chided yourself when you remembered all the people in his life that HADNT returned
- “it’ll take more than a raised voice a few mean words to get rid of me” you said making your way to sit next to him
- “you just left.” He mumbled not meeting your eye’s
- “I know. I shouldn’t have done that. I was very angry and I didn’t want to say something I’d regret. Next time I Promise to try to calm down here instead of leaving.”
- “I don’t like when you leave”
- “I don’t like leaving”
- These quiet moments were few and far between, but you cherished them, they meant progress.
a starry night (jumin x artist MC)
a teeny tiny ficlet I wrote this afternoon because i didn't feel well and spent all day in bed which meant i didn't have time to do the head canons i wanted. but i said i wanted to upload something everyday so i was determined to do something. now i need advil. hope you all enjoy!!
MC doesn't feel at home in the penthouse so she decides to add a personal touch in the form of a mural on the living room wall. Jumin appreciate her effort.
this is 1250 words of fluff. its straight sugary sweet fluff and romance, like it implies something once but that’s it.
The penthouse still didn’t feel like home after the wedding. You stood in the living room hand on your hips as you surveyed the pristine white walls.
“even the art is monochrome” You sigh. You swore you would go insane if you didn’t add some kind of color to the room. “Elizabeth? What do you think? Doesn’t it need some color, and maybe some shelves for you to climb?” you ask as the Persian cat sat to your left surveying your soon to be canvas. Stooping to scoop the blue eyed beauty from the floor you smiled. “let’s surprise daddy shall we? I’ll ask if we can paint and decorate tonight but you and I have to keep the details a secret okay?” the cat mewled softly and tapped your hand with one of her free paws making you giggle at her confirmation of your pact.
That night Jumin came home late and you couldn’t wait to see him. You were practically bouncing as your husband put away his coat, hiding the sly smile that graced his lips as he took extra time to straighten his coat in the entry way closet. You tried not to groan as he slowly begins to remove his shoes.
“darling I know what you’re doing and it’s not fa- “you begin to whine but he cuts you off swiftly with the kiss you had been waiting for.
“I’m sorry my love. I couldn’t help myself.” He admits running his fingers through your long hair. “have you eaten? Should we get dinner?”
“oh no I haven’t eaten yet but first I have something big to ask” you say pulling him gently into the living room “honey bunny do you mind if I paint that wall?” you point to the wall in question which had already been stripped of what little decorations it had had on it that morning.
“darling I’ve already told you. this is your home you may decorate however you want, paint all the walls if you want” he chuckled
“I don’t need to paint all the walls. Just that one” you announced proudly extricating yourself from his arms to stand facing the wall planning out your new project. “I’ll go shopping tomorrow for everything I need. Oh I was thinking of setting up something for Elizabeth too. If that’s okay”
“of course my love. Have I ever told how beautiful you look when your planning things?” he said hooking an arm around your waist and spinning you to face him.
You laughed at that “you may have mentioned it” Of course he had. He had told you, you were beautiful so often you could have sworn it was carved in your soul at this point and yet, hearing him say it always made your heart jump.
“good.” his simple answer was low and sure as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and bent to capture your lips in a gently commanding kiss. You couldn’t help the satisfied hum that rose in your throat as your arms found their way around his neck. When you both pulled away it was in a mutual contentedness. “I’ll call the chef to prepare dinner. Would you care for a glass of wine on the balcony while we wait?”
“sound lovely. You call I’ll get the glasses and wine then meet you out there.” He hummed in agreement already pulling out his phone.
Over the next few days you gathered paints and shelving to start your project. You would need a lot of paint for everything you had planned, and something to hang while it was being worked on so that it could stay a surprise for your husband. Once the painting was started you struggled a bit keeping Elizabeth the third out of trouble. The kitty seemed so intrigued but all the blues and golds you had amassed she couldn’t keep her paws of it, so that task fell to you. Slowly but surely though the wall came together and then something struck you. You had to add something. Something personal. That night Jumin noticed the loss of one of your wedding photos in the bedroom but you assured him you only need a reference and it would certainly be returned soon.
“am I to assume the mural you’ve been working so hard on is nearly done then” he asked while drying your hair after you two had shared a relaxing bath.
“so close. I think you’ll like. I hope you’ll like it anyway. Elizabeth seems excited to play with her part at the very least” you chuckled to yourself.
“I’m sure I’ll adore it. After all it was painted by my very favorite artist.” He murmured grazing his lips against your neck making you shudder.
“Jumin,” you sighed as you felt his teeth scrap against the junction of your neck and shoulder “I think its time for bed darling” you just barely managed before he swept your feet from under you to carry you bridal style towards the bedroom.
“absolutely.” He growled as he continued to nip and suck at your neck.
It was done. After nearly two weeks of work it was done. You couldn’t wait to show Jumin and judging by the clock he should be home any minute. So you collected your paints and locked them away in the studio Jumin had set up for you. You were putting away the last of the navy blue when you heard the door open. You dropped everything and ran to your love.
“HONEY BUNNY” you cried as you leapt at him. He caught you in his arms easily his smile wide and genuine. “I finished it. come on” you said excitedly. You pulled him towards the living room but paused and spun on your heels to face him. “close your eyes. Cover them. I’ll lead you don’t worry” and so you did. Leading the blind CEO along by the hand with gentle instructions as you situated directly in front of the wall. “okay. Look” you whispered standing behind him so he could see all of it.
Silence. Such silence it made you nervous. His face was unreadable, even to you with all your practice and you were sure he hated it.
Your rendition of Van Gogh’s starry night adorned the wall with only one alteration. The silhouetted peak that originally sat in the left foreground had been swapped for the silhouette of you and Jumins Wedding photo. You had spent so many days focused on the life size silhouette perhaps it was too much. Normally your husband didn’t know the meaning of moderation but you could understand if he thought you had marred a classical masterpiece with your change. You supposed you could repaint it, if he hated it that much. Though you would have to remove the small climbing shelves you had put in the major swirls of the piece for Elizabeth to jump between.
Just then you felt Jumin spin you and Kiss you fiercely. “never has anyone ever been so perfect as you my love” he muttered against your lips stealing your breath as he kissed you again. Your head was spinning from the affection as he pulled you tight against himself. “I love you, and I love your work.”
“you had me worried, with all your silence you meanie” you chastised him playfully and resting your head on his shoulder. “so it’s okay”
“it’s perfect”
RFA + Saeran with MC with depression
these depression symptoms are based solely on my personal experience with depression. everyone experiences things differently if you or someone you love is going through depression no matter what symptoms they show or don’t show, they deserve love, compassion, and help. it does get better. help is out there and worth the effort. you aren’t alone.
Also my depression is almost entirely biochemical, meaning that when I’m on my medicine my depression is generally controlled very easily. This is why medication plays such a major role in these head cannons. Everyone’s depression treatment is different some people benefit more from counseling than medication. Some people require hospitalization some need tender in home care. Find what works for you and stick with it. I promise, it’s worth it.
Jumin
- his approach is diligence.
- he was so busy he didn’t notice at first
- it was when the maid contacted him to ask if MC was okay that he started to pay attention
- the maid had mentioned the MC had been in bed when she came to clean the last three days
- Jumin knew MC wasn’t lazy far from it actually if she wasn’t busying herself with one of her many hobbies or planning the next RFA party she was usually visiting a friend not lying in bed.
- something was wrong. he came home right away to check on her
- she was surprised and apologized profusely as though she had been caught doing something wrong
- “love I’m not angry, I’m worried.” she smiled lightly and assured him she was fine just tired recently
- so Jumin watched closer, noticed more
- he saw her eat less, sleep more, her knitting didn’t progress, nor did her reading or writing. the party planning came along but even it seemed to go slower.
- it was when she started to leave sentences hanging that he put his foot down
- “honey bunny really, please. I don’t need a doctor.”
- “you aren’t yourself love. you don’t even talk to me anymore”
- “we, we talk.”
- “no I talk you listen. I miss you. your right beside me but you feel so far away”
- “I probably just need my medicine”
- “medicine. you didn’t tell me you take medicine! medicine for what are you okay?!?”
- “I, I didn’t want to worry you! It’s not a big deal honestly I shouldn’t even need it. it’s so stupid. I take an anti-depressant or I’m supposed to. it’s hard to remember sometimes and I forget.
- in an instant Jumin was hugging her carding his fingers through her hair holding her tighter than he had ever held anyone
- “bring me your medicine. you’re taking it right now. from now on I won’t let you forget”
- he came to bed every night with a glass of water and MC’s medicine.
- he found support groups, funded research, sought out the best counselors and psychologists.
- he hated that he couldn’t immediately fix the problem but if he couldn’t cure her then he would get her the best treatment money could buy
Yoosung
- his approach is overprotective.
- he first noticed how restless MC was. she would switch videos before they started, change apps before one had even finished loading.
- “MC are you okay?” but she assured him she was
- next he noticed that she wasn’t leaving the house as often, she didn't leave to see her friends and she hadn’t called her family in weeks. messages and texts would either be ignored or answered with single word replies.
- even their conversations seemed far more one sided
- something was off so he asked for help.
- the chatroom was abuzz with worry about MC and Yoosung couldn’t keep up with all the advice
- then he got a call. from V
- V worried that MC might be depressed offered to give yoosung some numbers to call, doctors to see.
- yoosung hung up and confronted MC immediately angry & scared
- “is it true? why didn't you tell me?”
- “it’s not bad really. most of the time I just need my medicine and I’m fine but,”
- “but what”
- mc see blinked back tears “I, I lost them in the move and I can’t get more till the end of the month. i thought, I thought I could make it but I’m so tired Yoosung”
- he didn’t know what to say so he just held her. he stayed holding her all night”
- the next morning, he helped her search the whole apartment and when they still couldn't find them they went to the pharmacy together to explain the situation
- yoosung watched her carefully for weeks’ afterword to make sure she was okay
- too anyone else he would have seemed paranoid but MC knew why he was so carful
- he was shook after rika and wasn't going to take any chances with her
Saeyoung
- his approach is patient.
- he knew the signs already
- heck he had lived them
- so when he noticed MC’s jokes had taken a darker turn he decided to watch her closer
- and he saw it, saw her slowly slip into the habits he had seen so many times in the mirror.
- so he did what he could. He held her when she shut down.
- sought her out when she would hide
- more often than not he simply sat in the room with her like she had with him. Sat near her so that when she felt like talking he would be there
- after days of sitting next to her as waiting for her to reach out it happened
- “I’m not okay”
- this was progress since for days she had insisted that she was fine and simply just tired
- “what do you need” he asked gently intertwining their fingers
- “will you help me get my medicine. I ran out. I don’t know when I was supposed to get the refill”
- this was something he could do and he would do anything for her
- it does sooth his conscience a bit too know this was something she struggled with before meeting him and not because of him
Zen
- His approach is by far the gentlest
- The first thing he noticed was her sleep.
- She tossed and turned when before she would happily snuggle into his arms and stay there happily all night
- Then he noticed her smile seemed more forced than before
- She didn’t cry much but she also didn’t laugh like she had before
- When she started having trouble falling asleep he sang her lullabies
- When she started eating less he started learning to cook
- When she left in the middle of his play and hid in the theater bathroom. He asked for answers.
- Gently trying to coax her out of the bathroom to talk to him
- The second the door is open he’s inside and holding her. She sits in his lap and cries for the first time
- He sings to her gently and helps calm her down until her breathing evens out and she can talk
- “I’m just so tired. I’m tired of everything Zen. I want to go home. Even when I’m home I want to go home I know it doesn’t make sense. I know. I’m just, I’m so tired”
- He holds her tight telling her that it’s okay. That he’ll fix it.
- Once she’s asleep he’s calling Jaehee. She’s smart and if anyone could find the help MC needs it’s her
Jaehee
- Her approach is slightly clinical
- The first thing she notices is MC skips movie night
- Then she sees her sleep in and skip a lot of her self-care
- MC is still working as hard as ever but she’s exhausted all the time
- She’s worried and when MC refuses to go to the doctor she does the research herself
- Then she confronts MC too ask if her guess is right
- when MC admits to getting off her meds jaehee goes rigid
- jaehee is worried. everything about this feels uncertain and she hates feeling uncertain
- So Jaehee does what she does best.
- She plans. She learns. She works.
- She knows the medication and how it works.
- She sets up an entire routine for MC taking her medicine and doing all the self-care things that are supposed to help
- She insists that MC see a councilor since she admits emotions aren’t her strong suit.
Saeran
- His first tip-off is when she forgets to refresh the water in the flower vases
- The second is when she skips walks in favor of staying in bed
- It feels like he’s losing her and its making him panic a bit
- he sees how lifeless her eyes are when he tells about the newest garden blooms
- she’s not her positive happy go lucky self anymore
- he hates it when she smiles and it looks so broken
- he makes her a bowl of ice-cream and she only eats a fourth of it
- he’s getting worried and trusting relationships are pretty new to him
- but secrecy and information hacking aren’t so that’s what he goes back to
- he finds your medical records and see’s you have an expired prescription for anti-depressants
- he confronts you angrily and questions what’s wrong with you
- how can you expect him to get treatment when you won’t even take your medicine
- you explain that you were on your way to get your meds when you got called to mint eye
- and then in all the chaos you forgot, and at this point you’d have to see your doctor again
- your tired it doesn’t seem worth it
- he looks guilty and ashamed but you pull him into your arms
- he apologizes for everything with mint eye again and you can feel him shaking
- you assure him it isn’t his fault, it was bad circumstances and bad timing not him
- he makes you promise to go to the doctor you make him promise to go with you
- you could do anything together after all
- he wants you happy if you need this medicine then he wants you to have it
RFA that comes home to MC that has filled the bed with stuffed animals
Jumin He’s confused, and ends up moving the stuffed animals so he can replace them.
- He had come home a day early but it was still late at night when he trudged through the penthouse door
- He was quiet, careful not to wake you up since you weren’t expecting him until tomorrow evening.
- He wanted to surprise you when you woke up in his arms but when he got to the bedroom the bed looked, full
- The shapes under the covers where chaotic and even after staring for several minutes trying to piece together what each shape might be he couldn’t begin to guess.
- He stepped closer silently to investigate. He could hear your soft breath but the closer he got the more he realized he couldn’t even see your form clearly in the haphazard mess on the bed
- “MC” he ventured quietly pulling the blankets down to reveal a jumbled mess of pillows and assorted stuffed animals
- He recognized some of the colorful plushies from gifts he had given you and others from when you had moved in.
- though normally they were meticulously displayed in your hobby room, organized by categories he couldn’t begin to understand though you had tried to explain several times
- after delicately removing one after another he found you buried beneath them wrapped in a heated blanket and hugging his personal favorite stuffed animal gift to you.
- A pure white cat plush with sapphire eyes. Elizabeth the 3rd immortalized in soft faux fur and stuffing
- You yawned gently and sat up before you registered what had woken you then you locked eyes with him
- “darling!!” you cried scrambling toward him through the see of pillows and stuffed animals
- At the edge of the bed though you lost your traction slipping and tumbling into his chest where he caught you easily you snuggled into his chest and hummed happily as he chuckled again
- “I thought you might miss me, but it looks like my place in our bed has been taken” he said gently patting you head
- “oh um well. It’s silly but to be honest. I can’t sleep when you’re not here. The beds to big, too empty and cold. So I fill it with all my cuddly stuffed animals and wrap myself in a heated blanket so that I can pretend you’re still here.” You mutter growing quieter with every word
- When you met his gaze again you could see something dancing behind his eyes as he smiled gently at you
- In a second your lips where caught in a tender kiss
- “my love. You should have told me my absence pained you so. But if you’d like I could take my place back”
- “yes please darling. I’ve missed you”
Yoosung He does the exact same thing no doubt. Meaning he just joins you in the cuddle pile
- Yoosung had been visiting his parents for the past few days after learning that his sister was pregnant
- He had asked MC to come with him but she couldn’t get off work so she stayed behind
- Yoosung was exhausted when he stumbled into your shared apartment.
- The darkness told him you were asleep so he made his way to the bedroom
- He fell against the bed without paying attention and was surprised by the mass of stuffed animals that cushioned his fall
- Still tired he wiggled his way to the bed through the plush mountain only to hear you groans and roll over in your sleep toppling some of the more precariously placed plushie’s
- Yoosung was already starting to does off when his arm found you cuddling with one of his LOLOL stuffed dolls
- He chuckled sleepily pulling you close to him doll and all
- He pressed his forehead against yours the plush squeezed between you
- You could hear his chuckle when you sleepily tried to kiss him good night
- Your lips landing gently on his closed eyelid
- The next morning you two woke up under a pile of soft plush and you giggled as you watched him try and fail to get out of the bed without knocking off all the toys you both adored
- When he tumbled free from the plush prison landing on the floor with a soft thud you tossed a small pusheen pillow at his head
- He responds by catching your wrist and pulling you down to the floor with him
- You fall on top of him and his cheeks tint a soft pink you can’t help but kiss
Saeyoung He thinks it’s cute but absolutely makes jokes about the stuffed animals stealing his girl
- Seven snuck through the bedroom door gently
- Totally not planning on scaring his girlfriend after getting back from a mission
- That would be mean, and hilarious
- He crept along the floor till he got to the bed where he peeked over the edge and came face to face with a plush long cat
- His eyes lit up with a maniacal plan as he sprung up
- He flung the sheets of the bed and hit the lights
- “how could you!?!?” he cried dramatically
- You screamed and flailed for a moment at the outburst
- “what? Who? Seven?” you asked blearily, confused and lost in the space between dreams and reality
- “LONG CAT? MC?”
- “long cat. Yeah long cat. What?” you asked again rubbing your eye’s
- “YOUR CHEATING ON ME WITH LONG CAT?!?”
- You squinted toward saeyoung trying to process what he had said
- He tried to keep a straight face desperately as you sat in silence connecting the dots of what he had said
- Suddenly it made sense he was messing with you. He had come home early. He saw you snuggling with the long cat body pillow you two shared. Jokes. Late night jokes
- It took you entirely too long to connect everything but once you had you smirked
- “yes! Yes saeyoung its long cat its always been long cat” you wailed clutching long cat to your side as saeyoung crawled atop the bed in mock anger
- “is saeran even mine?! MC?” he demanded
- “no. saeran’s real father, is long cat” you wailed again throwing your arm over your face as you fell back against the bed as though you were in a bad soap opera.
- “SHUT UP ITS THREE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING” saerans angry voice echoed through the house as you both burst into a fit of giggles while hugging each other
- “I missed you” you muttered after calming down “long cat just doesn’t cut it”
Zen The beast is unleashed it’s just too cute but he is a gentleman he will not wake her up. On purpose.
- Zen had finally made it home after his first away photo shoot
- He tiptoed into the bedroom to join MC for some much needed rest when his heart stopped.
- You where curled tightly around a small plush version of him you had found on etsy.
- He couldn’t breathe. He swore he had died and gone to heaven.
- How in the world did you manage to look so small and cute in your sleep?
- Were you wearing one of his shirts? This absolutely was not fair.
- You were asleep. He chastised himself. He was a gentleman and would not wake up his girlfriend in the middle of the night for something so indecent.
- There was a flash and a shutter sound
- He stopped surprised by himself how could he have taken a picture without even realizing it.
- And now you where stirring.
- He had woken you up despite all the self-control he had sworn he had.
- You were rubbing your eyes sleepily and muttering “Zenny?”
- Then the beast is unleashed
- He tried. He really really did.
- You both sleep in the next day because you are both exhausted
Jeahee She’s concerned about you being sore. Stuffed animals don’t exactly make for the best bed no matter how soft they are
- When she came to bed she was surprised by the sheer amount of stuffed animals there were
- You had at least four in your arms alone and two under your head where your pillow should be
- She gently shook your shoulder.
- “mc? mc? your necks going to hurt if you sleep like that”
- You groaned and pulled her into bed next to you she laughed gently at your response
- “mc you still have to move or you’ll be sore in the morning”
- You groaned again and shifted so your head was on her shoulder before reaching behind you and feeling for the pillow you’d lost
- She sat up and reached across you to pull the pillow around
- You hummed your appreciation and pushed several of the stuffed animals off the bed for her to lay down comfortably
- She used a hand to signal you to raise your head and as you did you kissed her nose
- She blushed a bit but settled down beside you none the less a content smile on her face
The RFA reacting to MC texting them saying “I’m 110% sad”
so real talk I’m like 110% sad right now. its just a bad day I know and Ill feel better tomorrow. some days are just like that. but i could use some comfort so i wrote some comfort fluff. I hope it brings all of you some comfort too.
Jumin
- Leaves you on read
- Rushes home instead of reply
- Let’s you sit on his lap
- The instant his arms are around you, you suddenly feel safe/loved enough to cry
- He hold you close gently rocking you
- Doesn’t say anything just holds you until you fall asleep
- Literally will not let you go
- will read to you if you need to be distracted
- gets Elizabeth to sit on your lap while you sit on his lap
- lap-ception
- kisses your head
- and your nose and your cheek and literally just all over kisses
- The next day is searching for what made you sad
- It will not get away with that
- He will fire, sue, trash or punch anyone and anything that makes you sad
- And if nothing made you sad and it was just a sad day
- Well then he will do everything in his power to make the next day twice as happy
Yoosung
- Why? What happened? Do you need me? Class is almost over? Should I leave now? MC?
- Rapid fire short texts you can’t respond to fast enough
- Is at your side way too early for him to have finished class
- He brought you your favorite food.
- Turns on funny animal videos and cuddles with you
- Probably plays with your hair
- Asks if you want to talk about it and listens intently
- Really really wants to help
- Ends up crying
- You weren’t crying until you saw him cry
- Tells you how much he loves you through the tears
- You two fall asleep on the couch cuddling
- You wake up in the middle of the night and shake him awake so you can move to the bed
- In an instant he’s asking if you feel better and making sure you aren’t sore from sleeping on the couch
Saeyoung
- Texts you a video of him blowing you a kiss dramatically
- Tries to cheer you up with jokes and memes
- If you tell him, you really aren’t up for jokes right now he’ll switch gears completely
- He gets that sometimes it’s not joke time
- Listens and sincerely tries to help be it advice or working his magic to fix it
- Takes you for a drive
- Truly believes in the power of loud music and high speeds
- Rolls down the windows and tries not to stare at how beautiful you look with the wind in your hair
- He takes you to one of his secret spots to help you escape from everything
- When you feel well enough to make a joke he is so relived and jokes back
- And then your crying and laughing and he has to admit this is better than the numb and lifeless look you had before
- He loves you
Zen
- He is calling you instantly
- “do you need me? I can leave if you need me?”
- Sings you the cutie pie song
- Is legitimately concerned when he doesn’t hear you giggle when you thank him
- He is on his way home before you can assure him your fine
- Once he’s home he’s ushering you out the door and onto his bike
- He takes you to his special spot in the mountains
- He explains that being in nature helps him when he’s sad so he hopes it helps you too
- Pulls out goldfish shaped bread for you two to share
- You lean against him and he kisses the side of your head
- You two stay their till night fall so you can star gaze
- He drapes his coat over you and suddenly your crying
- Burying your face in his chest and shaking as he holds you
- He tells you that he’s so thankful that of all the times he could have lived in of all the places he could have been of all the lives he could have lived he got this one
- He assures you that if he had to do it all again he wouldn’t change a thing because everything led him to holding you in his arms
- You can feel yourself giggle a little at how cheesy he is
- And he’s just relieved to see your smile even if it’s still muddled by tears
- Once you calm down you and he head back home to rest
Jaehee
- She’s worried
- She wants to help but doesn’t know how to
- She makes your favorite desert
- Puts in your favorite Zen dvd
- Covers you in a blanket and tells you, you can talk if you want but you don’t have to
- When she’s sad Zen makes her feel better so she’s showing you all her Zen stuff hoping it’ll help you too
- but you’re just staring ahead
- you aren’t even singing along to the musical number like you usually do (even when she asks you not to)
- so cautiously she pulls you against her in a gentle side hug
- and now your sniffling and shaking and she’s absolutely sure it’s her fault
- so she pulls away like she’s been burned
- but you have her shirt and are pulling her back because really you need the hug right now
- she’s hesitant but she hugs you again and you spend the evening crying on her shoulder
- she kisses your head once she feels you stop shaking
- but you don’t respond
- so she checks closer only to find you sleeping against her
- she carries you to bed and whispers softly
- “I love you MC.”
the RFA reacts to love marks left by Jumin/Yoosung
so its just two scenarios but i hope y’all enjoy them
Jumin
the mark is a ring of bruises around your wrists from where he bound your hands last night. It didn’t hurt and honestly it might have been one of your favorite things about last night. Still the bruising was hard to hide even with the long sleeves you wore in the winter. so when Zen asked about the red marks you quickly yanked your sleeves farther down and tried desperately to think of an excuse.
“ah um what, what marks?” you stuttered scrambling for any distraction you could find “Jaehee! Did you get a hold of the party venue? Should I call them?” in a second though zens fingers were around your arm pulling up your sleeve to check your wrists
“MC! your wrists! What happened?!?” Zen gasped
“no, nothing. Nothing happened” you mumbled trying to pull your wrists out of his grip before anyone else could notice but it was too late zens outburst had drawn the attention of yoosung and jaehee who were already beginning to examine your wrists worriedly.
“that looks like it hurts!” yoosung muttered looking as though it was his wrists and not yours that stung.
“its fine guys can’t we just ignor-” you began before jaehee quickly cut you off
“MC we should put some ice on this it might swell” she fretted before rushing away
You knew you were blushing you could feel the burn in your cheeks when saeyoung pranced through the door with an icepack jaehee following behind him.
“where’s the injured angel” he asked in a sing song voice and you tried to will the floor to swallow you as yoosung waved sayoung over
“look at her wrists they look bad! What if they scar?” he cried as saeyoung made his way towards you. You felt your impending doom as saeyoung froze at the sight of your ‘injuries’ a smile breaking out across his face.
“oh my god” he laughed and you seriously considered jumping out the window. “someone had a fun night huh”
“I want to go home” you groaned as Zen looked between you and saeyoung bewildered.
“fun night” yoosung parroted confused.
“those are handcuff marks I wonder what our dear MC was up to” saeyoung and with that comment Zen had dropped your hands turning a bright red while jaehee had had simply dropped her head into her hands with a groan. You were done. Already halfway through gathering your things to leave when you heard yoosung’s perplexed voice.
“why would MC be in handcuffs” and with that you were out the door escaping from sayoungs devious laughter as fast as you could.
Yoosung Kim
You were late to say the least. You rushed out the door with little more than a second glance in the mirror as you ran your travel brush through your hair. Never again, you were never going to let Yoosung convince you to stay up that last ever again.
On the bus you let yourself sigh a bit in relief. As you brought your phone up to text Jaehee that you were on your way to the RFA meeting. You also reminded her that Yoosung couldn’t make it because of his final. As soon as the text was sent you pocketed your phone to try to straighten yourself out. You manage a little basic makeup and a high pony tail before you reached you stop. Hopefully this was enough since it was just the RFA at this meeting. you rush in and immediately begin to unpack your papers on the needs of your latest invitees.
“sorry sorry sorry! I know I’m late but I’ve gotten a lot of RSVP’s for the next party we just have to adjust one or two things” you begin rushing to make up for lost time. That is until you look up from your papers to see Zen biting his lip eye’s locked on your neck. You survey the rest of the RFA and start to worry. Jumin has the barest hint of a smirk, and you may have missed it had you not known him so well. While Saeyoung was trying his best albeit failing to control his snickering. Then there was Jaehee looking at you with pity and embarrassment. When she locks eyes with you she motions to her neck. Your hands flies to your own neck in response and you can feel the tail tell sting of a bruise. Oh. You scramble for your purse retrieving your mirror to look at the spot. There it was clear as day. A fairly large love bite. “Yoosung” you mutter in equal parts horror and anger.
A burst of laughter caught your attention from across the table, “did your puppy get a little wild last night MC?” Saeyoung quipped making you turn an even darker shade of red.
“MC I’m sure I have some cover up in my bag! I don’t know if it’s your shade though.” Jaehee mumbled as she dug in her bag.
“MC that’s not? Is it?” asked gently trying not to stare so obviously.
“of course it is” Jumin said smoothly still smirking ever so slightly
“shut up trust fund kid” he spat before turning back to you “MC you have to cover that up don’t you know – ”
“men are wolves. Yeah, no I get it. Zen please, just please forget it. Jaehee did you find any cover up?”
Jaehee shook her head sadly “no it it looks like I’m out” you sank to your chair defeated with your head in your hands.
“Yoosung is so dead.” You hissed quietly.
Meanwhile Yoosung felt a shiver run down his back as he began the essay portion of his final.
RFA and how MC gets them to sleep
I hope ya’ll enjoy these. do I need to make a masterpost? since I’ve got a couple of these now I don’t know. their all pretty recent so maybe its not necessary.
Jumin
- You’ve gotten it down to a science at this point
- “darling? I can’t sleep.” You call from the door way of his home office “do you mind reading to me? Like you did that first night?” that’s what gets him the mention of your first night with him.
- “I, of course dearest” he says wearily placing a stack of papers to the side “just until you fall asleep though I do need to finish this”
- You frowned a little at that. He hadn’t slept much these past weeks and when he did it was fitful and short lived. Tonight he would sleep. You would be sure of that.
- “would you sit in bed with me? Just for a while? The bed is too big and cold for me to fall asleep without you.”
- “you have plenty of blankets my love” he said narrowing his eye’s at you suspiciously
- “it’s not about the blankets. I don’t love the blankets. I love you” then you saw it in his eye’s warmth, love and the tell tail signs of his resolve crumbling as he gave into your request. You didn’t like using his love for you like this but he had to sleep.
- “I really can’t say no to you my love” he sighed following you towards the king sized bed you shared
- “thank you honey bunny” you said pulling him to lay beside you leaning him against a pile of pillows so he was reclining enough to sleep comfortably but upright enough to read. Where he not so fatigued he may have questioned how you had planned it all so perfectly.
- You handed him the book you two where currently reading and situated yourself against his chest humming happily
- One chapter later and you could feel him running his fingers through your hair trying to see if you were awake
- You stayed still careful to count your breath to keep it deep and slow
- He sighed and settled himself a little before resigning to stay rather than wake you by leaving
- After fifteen minutes you could hear his gentle and quite snores
- Success.
- The next morning you woke early and shut off his alarm before calling Jaehee
- “mission accomplished Jaehee” you say smirking “he wont be in today but tomorrow he’ll be back to tip top shape”
- “thank you MC. when he pushes himself this hard it often falls to me to fix the things his fatigue lets fall through the cracks. One day of rest saves us weeks of mistakes”
- “a stitch in time saves nine as they say. Oh but I have to go if I’m not there when he wakes up he’ll try to go back to work”
- “of course, and again thank you MC.”
Yoosung
- Honestly if you could just get him into bed you knew he would be out like a light
- It was getting him to the bed that was difficult
- So you played the last card in you deck, the ace.
- “yoosungie? I’m going to shower and get ready for bed okay?”
- “sounds good!”
- “unless, maybe you wanted to join me?”
- “jo- join you?” he spluttered turning away from his computer wide eyed and beet red
- “well I thought, it might save time, and water and it might be fun.” With a wink you turned towards the bathroom where you already had everything prepared
- Honestly the shared shower was simply a bonus to your plan
- Call the fun times you shared a happy consequence of the plan.
- You washed his hair with lavender scented shampoo to help you both relax and calm down
- And on the way out you hand him the pajamas you had prepared
- “you planned this”
- “of course I planned this” you chuckled kissing his forehead “noona takes care of her puppy”
- You could see his face darken and feel the shiver that ran down his spine at that and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips at the way his eye’s seemed to cloud for a fraction of a second
- You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling him to the bedroom where you sat him on the bed to towel dry his hair a bit more
- “I love you” he whispers and you smiled gently at him. Pulling the towel off his head you pulled him against you “I love you too”
- Laughing you pulled him to lay beside you before leaning over him to reach across the bed and turn off the bedside lamp
- With on last kiss on his nose you bid him goodnight computer game forgotten in haze of showers and cuddles (amongst other activities)
Saeyoung
- He knows what you’re up to.
- But you’re wearing the cute cat pajamas he had bought you.
- and you had completely designed your bed time routine around tempting him to bed
- he had never even heard of bedtime yoga before you moved in
- yet there you where contorted beside the bed showing of how flexible you could be and occasionally smirking into the camera you knew he was watching
- so it wasn’t long before he found himself making his way to the bedroom
- “ready for bed secret agent man?” you quipped and couldn’t help a smirk as you saw his face tint a slight pink
- “are you kitten me?” he shot back and you had to cover your moth to stop the giggles
- “come on I’ve even got my paw-jamas on” you manage through your giggles
- “you’re doing this on purr-pose aren’t you?”
- “guess the cats out of the bag how’d you know?”
- “just a feline” both of your where lost in a fit of laughter at that point
- you pulled him to the bed and made note of the dark circles under his eyes as you pulled a heavy weighted blanket over you both before snuggling up next to him
- he had insisted he didn’t need it. “I don’t have anxiety, MC” he had said.
- Next day shipping and an extra good night of sleep later he admitted the weight was comforting
- Your rans your fingers through his hair and mumbled quietly to him about your day.
- You had found that the quiet talk down helped him relax as he curled into your chest
- This was the only time you ever saw him this small
- Wondered if it was a product of his childhood that he disliked sleeping so much
- Still you held him close and played with his hair absently as you recounted the story of meeting a stray cat on the way home
- After a while you ran out of stories and moved on to trying new jokes searching for the ones that drew sleepy chuckles from his lips
- Lulling him to sleep was simple enough. The hard part came after
- Falling asleep without waking him up was always a struggle
- He was a notoriously light sleeper
- One wrong move or strange noise had him jolting upright and alert
- Once you had startled him awake with nothing more than a yawn
- Perhaps it was his training that had him on such high alert.
- You hoped that slowly but surely he would learn to relax a bit more but you understood it could take years if it happened at all
Zen
- He knows he should sleep
- He just can’t some times
- He’ll lie awake for hours if you don’t help him relax
- On these nights you two have settled into a routine
- You make him tea and brush his hair
- “you know you don’t have to do that jagiya”
- “I enjoy it your hair is always so soft!”
- “are you jealous?”
- “I would be if you weren’t my boyfriend. That’s the thing though your MY boyfriend meaning technically your mine and by extension your hair is mine”
- “is that how it works?”
- You lean down and kiss the top of his head
- “yep that’s how it works”
- “does that mean your mine too”
- “always and forever”
- “your so cute jagi!
- After tea you both go through your nightly routines washing your face and getting ready for bed
- On good night you share a bath
- You lean against his chest and lay your head back on his shoulders while you both do a face mask
- in bed you ask him to sing you a lullaby as you gently trace patterns into his chest
- You hum along contentedly and smile when he yawns
- After while his singing drifts off and you can hear his breath get deeper
- he can sleep through quite a bit but you know that the second you pull away from him he’ll be up in a second looking for the warmth and weight of you
- so you pull the blankets tighter around the both of you and slip into sleep yourself
Jaehee
- you got to start early with Jaehee
- no caffeine after noon or it’s a lost cause
- after opening the café this got 1000% harder
- you lure her away from work by offering to watch a Zen DVD with her
- you pull her against you on the couch and hum along with the music quietly (she hates it if you sing along but humming is fine)
- slowly she starts to relax against your chest and you know it’s time to move upstairs (wink wink. Wait no. you both need rest save the winks for next time)
- “Jaehee?” you ask gently “how bout we head to bed? We have to open early tomorrow”
- She yawns bit but you can see the defiance in her eye’s
- “I should finish a couple more things before”
- “no” you say sternly pulling her toward the bedroom
- “but there’s still paperwork”
- “and it will still be there in the morning. Look ill work the morning by myself so you can take care of it then but you need sleep”
- She sighs but fallows you none the less
- “your right MC.”
- “it happens sometimes” you laugh winking at her and reveling in her averted eye’s and blushing cheeks
- (wink wink? No just one wink. You still need rest)
- Once in bed you snuggle together and just before drifting off you hear her mumble
- “I’m so glad we’re friend” “I’m so lucky to have you”
a toast to family
a Jumin x MC ficlet (about 800 words)
MC goes into labor unexpectedly during a business party and is rushed to the hospital to deliver the newest member of the Han family.
again its fluff. all I write is fluff guys. the world is a sad place so I just wanna write happy, comforting things. let me know what you think also like feel free to send me your ideas and I’ll try to write them but again, I like fluff and happy endings.
It was a business party celebrating C&R’s expansion overseas. Jumin had assured you, you didn’t have to attend but you told him you were fine. you weren’t due for 3 more weeks you could attend a simple party. After nearly 9 months of your stubbornness and your mood swings he knew better than to argue with you.
So here you were sitting to the side as Mr.Han toasted to his son standing next to you. That was when the first contraction hit. You winced but kept your cool. You had read about false labor and so you dismissed the pains as nothing more than a false alarm. You distractedly clapped along with the crowd only half following the toast, so of course you were surprised when your husband stood up to toast to you and the growth of the Han family.
You stood at jaehees prompting but another contraction wracked your form and suddenly you were standing in a puddle. Something in your head rang an alarm bell.
False labor did not include your water breaking
Jumin was frozen glass in the air eye’s locked on your form as your used the table to help support yourself. Jaehee was at your side in an instant guiding you back into your chair as she called for driver kim to take you to the hospital
“Jumin” you called “Jumin honey I need you to come back to me” you said trying to break through your husband’s stupor.
“Mr. Han MC it in labor she needs you!” Jaehee shouted and suddenly Jumin was carrying you to the door. He had you in the car and on the way to the hospital faster than you could keep up. The whole time he clutched your hand and looked resolutely ahead trying to will away his concern. You cupped his cheek and turned his face to you.
“Jumin I need your help” you reminded him soothingly. You knew he needed something to do, it’s who he was, he hated sitting still. “I need you to time the” the sentence cut off as you hissed through your teeth at the next contraction but he knew what you meant.
“yes of course, can you squeeze my hand with they come?” you nodded and felt him shift to better see his watch “breathe my love,” he coaxed gently.
“we will be at the hospital in 10 minutes, Mr. Han.” Driver kim supplied and Jumin simply gave a sharp nod as you squeezed his hand to signal another contraction. Jumin was rubbing circles into your hand wait his thumb as he continued to try to sooth you.
“did you finish the baby blanket?” he asked stiffly and you could recognize his attempt to distract you like the birth classes had suggested. you appreciated his effort you really did but right now you couldn’t really focus on responding to his question. You waved a free hand to show him you couldn’t answer and he nodded again. “3 minutes apart” he announced as you felt the car speed up. “should I read to you darling? I have “the orphan’s tales” here.”
“I love you” you breathed. In that moment you remembered why you loved this man. It wasn’t his money or his fame. You couldn’t care less about any of that, because at the end of the day this was him. He was ever prepared, ever diligent, gentle and passionate. you loved him because he knew your favorite book, because he kept a copy in the car of all places. You loved him because he remembered every suggestion the birth classes had mentioned, including reading to you. You loved him so much and then another contraction hit you and you grit your teeth swearing that somehow someway HE would birth the next child you two had.
The baby was born and you were exhausted when you heard your husbands deep voice singing gently to the small bundle in his arms. A lullaby he had learned for the express purpose of soothing the baby you had just welcomed into the world. You chuckled softly at the words of the familiar song. Words that to any other parent, might have been fantasy, but with Jumin they were probably true.
“Hush, little baby, don't say a word, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird.” You chuckled at the silly smile on your husbands face and couldn’t help the way your weary hand found his cheek.
“and if that mocking bird don’t sing?” you asked teasing him gently he turned his head to kiss your palm before finishing the lyric you had started.
“daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring”
yesh
i would ver much like more please!
Can you please write a sequel for mermaid MC with Jumin please? I loved it! Does she gets human legs when her tails dries? Does she grants wishes or can find treasures? Is she mute/speaks human language? Thanks!! 🤗
Part 1
Jumin let the mermaid’s hand go after cleaning her cuts. She nursed the sore spots with a worried frown. Her tail splashed a little in the large bathtub.
Jumin never used it, preferring showers for a more efficient way to cleanse himself. Fortunately, it seemed big enough for her to fit in.
When he tried to lay her down on some towels, she protested. She was quick to point to the bottles of water around the house, slapping her tail on the ground as if to give him a message.
She shouldn’t be out of the water for too long it seemed. Thankfully, she was happy enough. She wasn’t making much of a fuss, even when he applied disinfectant to her cuts.
Her tail splashed in the water again as she hummed thoughtfully, looking at her hands with a soft smile. Jumin sat back, swabbing his brow.
“At least they won’t get infected. That’s the most important thing.”
The mermaid nodded as she looked around the bathroom curiously. Her eyes lit up as she saw the coloured bottles on the shelves and reached to take one. Jumin took her wrist and shook his head.
“You should be careful with those. They don’t have anything edible in them.”
The mermaid puffed her cheeks out and pulled away, looking around more. Jumin crossed his arms.
“Do you have a name?”
The mermaid nodded with a smile.
“What is it?”
Her smile faded and she looked down. She fiddled with her hands, biting her lip.
Jumin frowned. “You won’t tell me?”
The mermaid looked at him with an apologetic look. She placed her hands on her mouth, shaking her head.
“…You cannot speak.”
The mermaid nodded, lowering her hands. Jumin sighed.
“Well, you can understand me. Better than nothing.” He got to his feet. “After you’ve rested for a while, I’ll carry you back to the sea.”
The mermaid smiled and nodded. She beckoned for him to come closer. Curious, Jumin leaned forward.
“Is something the…”
His words died in his throat as the mermaid leaned up to kiss his cheek. She sunk back down to the bathtub with red cheeks, smiling bashfully. Jumin blushed and pulled away, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat.
“Right. You’re welcome. If you need anything…throw a bottle through the door. There’s plenty of them.”
The mermaid tilted her head to the side curiously as he marched out of the bathroom, placing a hand on one cheek to gauge how warm it was.
can’t write right now cuz i’m like about to walk into work but guys you know what the world needs?
classic black and white noir romance with MC being a classy jazz singer at jumins favorite caberte wine bar he falls for her voice and begins to send her flowers after every show until she approaches him to tell him he can’t buy her talent since she’s heard how opposed to romance he is and her father owns the club she’s not going to sing anywhere else
i quite literally go to work in 20 minutes but listen imagine the banter between self possessed confidant mc and jumin when she thinks he’s all buisness but the second he tells her he would like to take her on a date shes shocked like what no that wasn’t the plan huh what. and jumin smirks because this woman that was only a moment ago been so strong and sassy is now a confused and blushing mess
she agrees to think about it and tells him she’ll have his answer after tomorrow’s show. time jump she says yes but only if they keep it on the bone low she wants her family’s buisness to thrive without being associated with C&R because she believes in skill not playing the press. jumin has never met a woman who was adamant about secrecy and low profile dates it’s perfect
guys i need this
retrouvailles (part 1)
Jumin Han x MC fanfic (1391 words)
part 2 out now
over all summary: MC is the Singer at her Family’s wine bar called “retrouvailles”. Jumin Han corporate heir has fallen for her voice and decided to pursue a relationship with the Jazz and swing singer despite his usual distaste for romance. they face the challenges of press interference and hearsay, as they explore the waters of new romance.
chapter summary: Jumin Han has taken the first step in courting the lovely Jazz singer at his favorite hole in the wall wine bar, “retrouvailles”. when MC seems less than thrilled Jumin doubles down on his efforts and seeks the reason for her apparent distaste.
MC’s song presentation: PMJ’s cover of Feel Good Inc.
authors note: this is my first attempt at a multipart fic so if you like it leave me a comment or something so I know I’m doing okay! I got this idea on my way to work a couple days ago and couldn't get it out of my brain and I listen to PMJ jazz and swing covers WAY TOO OFTEN. I hope you all enjoy it!
Jumin Han swirled the dark port in his glass absently as he watched the singer on stage. MC Kang, as she was introduced before every show, wore a gold cocktail dress that complemented her skin tone perfectly. Her auburn hair covered one of her eyes to give her a more mysterious air tonight as she sang her newest swing composition. This was a piece Jumin hadn’t heard before though he had come here often, for the express purpose of hearing her sing.
He did not own the “retrouvailles” bar and it was not for lack of trying. How many times had he offered to buy the place for ten times its estimated value and still been turned down? Some part of him respected the owner for his resolute dedication to his family business, the larger part of him found the man irrationality and poor financial sense to be infuriating. Still every Thursday Jumin Han would slip away from the press and body guards to spend an evening sipping wine and listening to this woman sing. Her voice was a dark honeyed indulgence in his life, one he was somewhat embarrassed to admit he was becoming more and more reliant upon. With every passing week his resolve grew stronger and last week he had made his decision. He could not allow her to remain a simple voice that haunted his dreams as she had been recently, so he had decided to speak with her.
Last week he had taken the first step in his plan. He had ordered a dozen of the city’s finest roses to be delivered precisely when her show would end, with only his name by way of explanation. Her reaction surprised him however. she glanced his way and frowned slightly before she promptly turned away to retreat to the bar’s back room leaving the roses to be picked up by the pianist apologetically. He had not even had the chance to approach her let alone explain the meaning behind his gift. Rejection left a bitter taste in his mouth and he had to admit his distaste for it. Yet it was this distaste exactly that had spurred him forward, sending her a different bouquet nightly since. No notes adorned the subsequent bouquets as he had no doubt she was clever enough to put two and two together.
So it happened that he was here once again watching the stage lights dim as she stepped of the stage speaking jovially with the pianist, her brother and the one who was to inherit the bar when their father passed, if Jaehee’s research was to be trusted. Her brother nodded toward Jumin and her face darkened a bit before she turned to walk towards him.
“you know Mr. Han I’ve heard of you little club opening down town. I hope you know you can’t buy my talent; I don’t intend to sing anywhere else.” Her eye’s where stern, all business as she cut to what she thought must have been the heart of the matter. He understood now why she had been so critical. She saw him as competition, understandable considering his position at C&R. he was relieved to know she had not spurned him out of personal feelings. He stood from his seat setting his glass to the side to adjust one of the cuffs of his suit as he spoke.
“buying your talent was never my intention, and you may call me Jumin if you’d like.” Her expression didn’t shift as he had hoped it would. She didn’t sigh in relief that her family bar was safe from C&R acquisition for the time being or let curiosity light in her eyes as he had hoped instead he could feel the skepticism roll off her as she placed one hand on her hip.
“then what pray tell was, Mr. Han?” she asked emphasizing his name to show she had no intention of changing how she addressed him. “men don’t send flowers so diligently unless they want something. So what is it that you want?”. It was clear she was in business mode, cold and factual seeking the other parties’ motives to gain the upper hand in a negotiation. She was good he had to admit, the way she presented herself confidently as an impassive and immovable force was far different from the woman he had done business with before. He suspected she had hardened herself especially for this conversation, prepared herself for whatever offer or manipulation he may try.
“consider it a courtship gift” with that he saw her resolve falter and he smirked. He had caught her off guard and caused business mask to slip if only a bit. this game of cat and mouse was fun but he never was one to beat around the bush.
“I don’t appreciate the joke Mr. Han it seems rather tasteless considering you position.”
“it wasn’t a joke. I’ve enjoyed your performances immensely and I’d like to,” he paused for only a second to consider his phrasing “get to know you, if you’d be interested of course.” His voice was steady from years of trained control and he knew it betrayed none of the nervousness he felt. He had never been in this position before. He had never needed to ask for a woman’s time before, never had to fight for her approval. He was used to woman vying for his attention sure but MC seemed almost wary of it. As though he may be using her and not the other way around as he was so used to.
“I, excuse me?” her mask broke and he could see the confusion and nervousness in her eyes suddenly. On her part she had indeed planned for what she thought was every possible contingency. She had read every article she could find on him and they all pointed to one thing. Jumin Han was not a romantic. He had never been in a relationship that wasn’t later proven to be little more than rumor and circumstance. He was a loner, never needing anyone. So of course when she began receiving the daily flowers she had assumed a business proposition was on its way. She could never have imagined courtship as he so formally put it. She composed herself as best she could after such a complete upheaval or her expectations and made a concerted effort to keep her voice steady “I had never considered that possibility” she took another moment to breath removing her hand from its place on her hip to take a more demur posture. “to my knowledge you have never been a, shall we say, romantic. I assumed the flowers were sent to persuade me away from my families’ bar, honestly I had meant to tell you that it would take more than a few pretty petals to break apart my family. Oh I suppose I’m rambling; may I consider your offer? We can speak after tomorrows show if you’d like.”
She prayed he would agree. She needed time to regain the upper hand if she could, to consider the way this could affect “retrouvailles” and her family as a whole. She certainly didn’t want the bar to fail because of a misstep with a man who was essentially both their competition and the most financially powerful man in the country. Yet on the other hand she wasn’t sure she wanted to succeed because of some trite dalliance either. Dating always had its complications but she could tell already that a relationship with the Mr. Jumin Han would be on another level of difficulty all together.
“of course miss. Kang.” He said an easy smile on his face despite the swell of disappointment he felt. This was not rejection he had to remind himself. Not yet.
“MC, if you don’t mind. Miss Kang sound to formal for my liking, especially if we,” he could see something in her eye’s a spark of possibility before she caught herself. “never mind. I suppose I will see you tomorrow then?” she asked tilting her head slightly and causing her hair to cover one of her eyes yet again. A shield to hide herself from him.
“yes, MC” he agreed warmly. he watched her sly stage grin return as she began to turn away before pausing to look back at him.
“well goodnight then, Jumin”
