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707 in a skirt :3

the mysmes characters pretending to be your s/o bc someone made you uncomfortable:

if you think you’ve read this elsewhere, you’re right- I originally tweeted these in a thread but I figured it would be my first post here since I made a new blog for writing! TwT

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zen

You were pushing through the doors of the theater, immediately making your way to the side of the stage where you usually waited for Zen. Both of you had agreed to meet after his rehearsals, the man promising to take you to his friend's restaurant. Of course, this was to persuade the owner to attend the upcoming party you were hosting, despite your hopes that it would turn into a date. Not that Zen wasn't flirting nonstop anyways, it was just hard to tell if he actually meant it.

Besides, Jaehee would never let that happen.

Just as you sent a text to Zen, a man close by suddenly walked up to you.

“Hey, are you lost?” He smiles, getting closer.

You tense up. “No, I'm here for-”

“Me?” The stranger cuts you off rudely, his tone smug as he raises his eyebrows. He reaches out, as if to touch your hair, when suddenly-

“JAGIYA!” Zen's shout echoes through the theater, your favorite silver-haired actor emerging from a backstage door and running over to you.

The man in front of you jumps back, startled, and looks confusedly between the two of you.

“Zen? I didn't know you had a-” The way he spoke so casually... this must have been one of Zen's co-actors. Explains his cockiness.

“Yeah, I do.” Zen quickly replies, throwing an arm around you like it's nothing at all. “Sorry I kept you waiting babe, but I promise to make up for it on our date.”

Zen guides you along, nodding at the dumbfounded guy before leaving the theater with you. You notice he makes no move to pull away.

“So, great acting back there! Really, you almost had me fooled,” you smile, joking in an effort not to get your hopes up too high.

Zen chuckles, reaching up to scratch behind his ear as he shrugs, smiling sheepishly.

“I wasn't acting at all.”

yoosung

It's Friday, and today you were going to surprise Yoosung at his last class. You knew he was having a rough week and thought you two could spend some time together to make up for that.

Despite repeatedly convincing yourself that you weren't trying to get anything out if it, you ended up picking one of your cutest outfits- the one with a hint of purple to match Yoosung's eyes. Not that you'd ever admit that aloud, of course.

You glance at his schedule, taking note of which room he was in, and opened his school's map- both courtesy of the one and only Seven Zero Seven, Defender of Justice.

“Hehe, Yoosungie owes me big time~” you remember him chuckling through the phone after calling in the favor. You wondered why it was Yoosung who owed him, and not you.

And so, you find yourself waiting outside the blonde boy's last class, the time telling you that he'd be coming out those doors in about 5 minutes.

Now all you had to was wait and-

“Look at you, all dolled up and pretty,” a student says, eyeing you with a smirk.

You curse internally and bite the inside of your cheek, averting your gaze and ignoring him.

“Hey, I was talkin' to you!” The voice is louder this time, trying to get your attention, but it just made you shudder.

By some miracle, Yoosung had already made his way to your side. You're stunned when he suddenly kisses your cheek, slipping a hand into yours as he does.

“Surprise,” you smile, happy to keep your eyes on him instead. There is a bright blush on his face, but neither of you address it.

Afted you leave together, Yoosung reverts to his nervous self.

“Hey, I'm sorry if you didn't want... I just got so irritated, and I didn't stop to think if you-”

You giggle and cut him off by kissing his cheek, effectively silencing the boy.

jaehee

The bell above the door chimes as you walk into the café, the smell of coffee filling your nose.

This café was one that you and Jaehee found on the internet one night, both of you searching for the next place to visit. You were on a quest to find the best coffee shop in her area, and this was the 8th one on your list.

Your phone lights up with Jaehee's text- she would be here soon, just got a bit caught up in rush hour. After your fingers send a quick reply, you search for a good spot and take a seat, setting down your belongings.

There are menus on the table, so you take one and flip through it, eyeing the drinks and pastries. You make sure to remember which ones Jaehee would like and estimate the total of your orders, intending to pay for hers as well.

After all, Jaehee deserved a treat.

Right as you set down the menu, you're met face to face with a stranger, your first thought being-

“That seat is not for you,” you snarl through gritted teeth, immediately pissed off.

“Woah, relax baby, it's not like anyone else was gonna sit here right?” The smile on their face is sickening. It disgusts you to the core.

“If you don't leave, I am literally going to-”

Your threat is cut off by a loud thud, and in the blink of an eye, the person is on the floor and Jaehee is sitting right in front of you, smiling.

“I'm the girlfriend here, not you,” she mutters at the stranger. “Sorry I'm late, honey,” Jaehee reaches over to hold your hands gently, a large contrast to the judo move she pulled earlier.

Said stranger looks at your joined hands from their position on the floor and quickly leaves the establishment, embarrassed.

“It's alright, do you want to order now? My treat!” You smile, anger now completely vanished.

“Oh, you don't have to do that just because I...”

“Am I not allowed to treat my girlfriend?” you wink.

jumin

It was funny to see Jumin fully clad in his business suit right in the middle of Seoul's night market.

But hey, you would be lying if you said your heart wasn't fluttering at the sight of him.

In an effort to learn more about the common people, the CEO-in-line had asked you to spend your Saturdays with him doing things like this.

If you had bothered to ask him why he picked you, he was prepared with all the logical reasons why. You didn't laugh at him or call him a 'pompous jerk' like Zen did. Driver Kim already knew your address and you had the most flexible schedule.

Of course, all of these cleverly thought of reasons would cover up his truth: he merely wanted to spend more time with you.

But you didn't question it, knowing full well that Jumin was practical. You happily agreed anyways.

And this is how you find yourself in front of a stall, in line to order some street food while Jumin was at another. He caught sight of the goldfish-shaped bread and was curious to try it.

After paying, you went & stood by the side to wait for your food. It should've been quick, but this stall was quite popular and had lots of customers.

This is when someone stands next to you, a little too close for comfort.

“You know, you shouldn't be alone like this... maybe you could eat with me?”

You take a deep breath, willing yourself to stay polite. “I'm not alone, I'm actually with my-”

“Boyfriend?” The stranger scoffs, crossing their arms. “Where is he? I don't see him.”

“Do you have to?” You glare back with a smile.

You wonder if that did the trick because they seem to have stopped entirely. It isn't until Jumin's arm snakes around your waist that you realize...

“Your boyfriend is Jumin Han?!”

He ignores this, choosing to look at you and say, “You didn't use your claws on this one, kitten?”

saeyoung

In true 707 fashion, the chatroom has been flooded with his rather amusing texts and emojis, the reason for this being: you were both at this year's Comic-Con together. And the kicker was that you had come in matching cosplays.

Yoosung sent three of his jaw-drop emojis when Seven uploaded the picture on the messenger. This was probably because both of you were in skirts... short ones, at that.

The RFA's cosplay connoisseur was dressed up as the classic Sailor Moon, 100% in his element. You, however, weren't too used to this. Still, you happily came as Sailor Mars- giddy at the chance to be alone with Seven.

The redhead looked so alive and buoyant, practically bouncing of the walls while the two of you explored the convention. He insisted you point out anything you wanted, as he had more than enough money to get merch and art for the both of you- he just got paid from work, AND made sales with his SEVENSTAR drink.

Overall, things were pretty great.

That is, until Seven went to stand in line for a while. He was buying the new Space Wars lightsword, and he didn't want you to endure the waiting that would happen.

So there you were, sitting on a nearby bench and fiddling with your phone, assuring Zen that you were fine and that Seven was ”behaving.”

But a prickling feeling of being watched creeps into your skin, and you look up to search for whoever was responsible for it. To your surprise, they're coming right up to you.

“Let's take a picture together, sexy,” they purr, their close breath so unwelcome and unpleasant.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a red flash accompanied by sound effects cuts you off. Suddenly, Sailor Moon has jumped in the middle.

Saeyoung hit the creep with his new lightsword.

“Honey, your Defender of Justice is here!” he turns to wink at you. “Now,” he walks towards the person and grabs them by the collar, seething calmly. “Leave my Sailor Mars alone, got it?”

jihyun

REBIRTH.

It was written in big block letters by the door, and under the collection's description was his name-

an exhibit by Jihyun Kim.

After all, this was the entrance to his studio.

V had invited you to see his work. This was the first time he would showcase his newfound painting skills to the public eye.

It was an important moment, and you were never going to miss it for the world.

You push through the doors, taking a deep breath as you step into the gallery. There are a few of his photographs lining the walls, leading to the beginning of the exhibit.

The artist himself was nowhere to be found, but you knew you'd find him soon enough, so you didn't think too much about it.

You stared at painting after painting, taking in every brushstroke and shade of paint on canvas.

So this is what he's been up to the whole time?

The most noticeable thing to your eyes was the fact that there wasn't a single trace of the sun. Or daffodils, for that matter... Rebirth, indeed.

You're fixed on this one piece- it's rather abstract, but the colors make you understand immediately. Pixels of red and pink flowers, blooming and transitioning into a more realistic style.

Yeah. You know exactly what this one's about.

You're so moved by it, the tears waiting to fall from your eyes go unnoticed. Unbeknownst to you, a fellow viewer had been trying to get your attention. They tap your shoulder once, twice, thrice- before you shake out of your trance.

You barely register the way you're pulled away into a familiar chest, Jihyun's protective hand now resting on your hip.

“Do not touch the most precious masterpiece in my studio,” he warns firmly. “You're not allowed to touch my artwork.”

ray

It's another lonely night at Mint Eye- you haven't seen Ray as much anymore since he hasn't been able to visit your room, but you understood.

So you settled for the next best thing: his garden.

When Savior granted you access to Magenta's facilities, you decided the garden was the only place you felt safe enough to explore alone.

Your hands lightly grazed the flowers as you strolled, their sweet scent filling your senses. Each blossom was so beautiful and perfectly cared for, the garden so lovely and alive- making your heart flutter at the thought of Ray's careful hands.

My flower. That's one of the nicknames he called you, though he insisted that you were far lovelier than any of the ones in his garden.

Ah, the memories you made in this place...

Both of you seemed to be reminiscing the same night, because Ray was pacing on the other end of the garden. However, you were unaware of this.

You're pulled back from your thoughts by the sound of a believer cleaning up the construction materials you had run into that first night here.

Still frozen, you watch intently & wait for them to finish. Instead of leaving, the believer turns to you.

“No wonder Mr. Ray hides you away from all of us,” the cloaked figure spoke like a predator, pulling up their hood to get a better look at you.

And Mr. Ray himself snaps his head up at that, instincts taking over as he approaches from behind while huffing. He links your arms, and you look up at him with concern. Ray was shaking.

“Do not speak to my flower!” He yells, then points to other believers whilst jerking his head to the one by you, motioning for them to be taken away.

You blink rapidly & let Ray wordlessly lead you back to your room. He makes sure the door is closed before he speaks- “I'm sorry, I... I promise to protect you better f-from believers like-”

He doesn't get a chance to finish before you hug him tight, murmuring thank yous in his ear.

suit saeran

The flowers on your bedside had started to wither.

You stare longingly at them, missing their sweet scent and the unspoken words behind them.

They didn't have much time left, and you figured it would be better to dry them so they would be preserved, rather than leaving them to wilt.

You would not let them die. You would not forget.

You don't even realize you've moved until your fingers fiddle with a petal. A sigh escapes your lips, hands moving of their own accord as they try to salvage what's left of the bouquet.

The door suddenly bangs, jolting your bones.

“Hello, I- I'm not here to hurt you!” The intruder says, holding their hands up in front of you.

This won't do. You'll be in trouble. “What do you think you're doing here?” You seeth calmly.

“I can help you get out of here, if you want-”

“Leave.”

“Listen, you're a nice girl and-” Whatever he was going to say next, you'd never find out, because-

BAM BAM BAM.

Saeran had come in, throwing the believer so violently against the wall. Several sickening cracks echoed through the room, the body sliding down the wall, unmoving. Were they concussed? You couldn't see them well, but the darkening cloak meant there was blood.

“THIS IS MY TOY!” Saeran's possessive voice booms. He crosses the room in a flash, roughly grabbing you by the chin and pulling you in for a kiss. And another. And another. Like he was intent on draining you of all you had.

When he pulls away, a string of saliva keeps you connected. Saeran turns to spit harshly at the believer and crouches down to meet their eyes.

“No one else gets to play with what's mine,” he snarls, kneeing the victim hard in the stomach. “Congratulations,” a manic laugh escaping your captor's lips. “You just got an express ticket to cleansing.”

unknown

You checked the car multiple times to make sure all the necessities were there, lest your boss get angry with you before you guys could even leave.

It's another night of recruiting for you and Unknown, which means you'll be staking out the whole night in that vehicle- in very close proximity.

With you riding shotgun, he begins to drive out of Magenta. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, but you stay alert and ready for any commands he'd have for you.

A few RFA members log in, so you enter the chatroom for some entertainment. It's your job, but it doesn't mean you don't get to have fun.

You laugh, and Unknown's eyes flash towards you, his brows furrowed, before he looks back to the road. You know what that look means, & he doesn't have to speak for you to explain.

“The RFA are making fools of themselves again.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head while he parks the car. Unknown turns to face you, back against the door & an elbow perched on his seat.

“Fill me in on their latest activity while we wait, assistant,” he commands, so you obey. He gives you directions on how to interact with them every now and then, which you mentally take note of.

But he goes quiet all of a sudden, head craning forward a bit as his mint eyes glinted through the night. Slowly, he pulls down his mask to reveal a smirk sitting on his lips.

Your chin is between his fingers as he pulls you in close, a husky whisper in your ear- “Just go with it, prince/ss,” before he kisses you rather tenderly on the cheek with eyes wide open, glaring out your window.

“Hm, you actually smell rather sweet tonight.” His remark darkens the blush on your face, and before you have a chance to ask what just happened, he's already out the door.

You're still frozen in place when a loud SMACK makes you snap your head towards the sound- a body writhing in pain and the faint shadow of your boss walking back to the car.

“What? They were ogling what's mine.”

saeran

The sea breeze tickles your nose as you lay under the sun, soaking up its rays and basking in its warmth. And what better thing to complement this heat, than some ice cream?

You happily had a popsicle as you watched the twins from a distance. Saeran had mentioned Saeyoung how he's never been to the beach before, so of course, Saeyoung asked for your help in planning a surprise trip for his twin.

Saeran laughing with his brother in the water might as well have been a fever dream at this point, because really, you never thought you'd see it with your own two eyes.

But you blinked. And you blinked again. And still, you saw them smiling together on the beach.

Your heart soared. It really was a perfect day.

Watching them suddenly makes you feel grateful that the three of you had been lucky enough to see days like this. That you and Saeran were free, that Saeyoung was safe, and that the brothers were together at last.

You laugh with them from a distance, but it doesn't last long, because you whip your head towards the sound of a nearby shutter going off.

It leaves you feeling icky. But you look back at the twins anyways, only to find Saeyoung alone.

“GET HIS ASS!” You hear him say, and suddenly a panting, out of breath Saeran is between you and the person who took photos of you.

“I know you're going to delete those, right?” Saeran smiles, his calm friendliness a very thin veil over the threat he was posing. “I'd hate to impose at a public place like this.”

The creep is now absolutely terrified & complies.

They're still standing by when Saeran turns to check on you, so you smile at him reassuringly. His eyes dart between you and your popsicle.

“Can I have a taste, my love?”

You move to offer some, but instead, he surges in to meet your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

Both you and the stranger stare dumbfoundedly when he says, “Mm, my favorite flavor.”

rika

The sun is high and bright in the sky today- the perfect weather for a picnic.

This is what Rika said when she called you up today, and who were you to disagree?

With a couple of pastries and drinks tucked in your baskets (courtesy of Jaehee, of course), both of you hopped on your bicycles and rode to the park.

The breeze carried her scent to you, as you were trailing close behind- that along with the sight of her hair blown by the wind was enough to make your heart thump louder in your chest.

She takes you to a spot she found by the lake, the two of you detaching your baskets and moving to set up your little area.

Together, you lay down the blanket and set out the food. You try not to show it, but you felt all kinds of warm every time your hands would brush.

Suddenly being alone with Rika didn't seem like a good idea anymore. She'd probably be able to see right through you, and if she already did, you were lucky enough that she didn't point it out.

You were listening to her talk as you ate, absolutely enraptured with her words as you usually were, reacting when appropriate.

Rika's talking slows and her eyes narrow, focusing at something behind you. Just as you're about to turn and follow her line of sight, she gently turns your chin back to face her before you can get a glimpse of the stranger eyeing you hungrily.

You're about to ask what's up, but she silences you with a smile and holds up a fork to your mouth. Confused, you open your mouth and happily eat the cake she fed you nonetheless.

She smirks and giggles, leaning in. “You got a little something on your-”

Rika wipes the stray icing off with her finger, cleaning it with her mouth. There's a killer glare behind her sweet stare as she kisses the corner of your mouth softly, staying close to you.

“There you go,” She's blushing like you, but all you manage is a dopey smile. “All better, sunshine.”

vanderwood

You placed the vegetables by the fruits in your basket, ticking them off the list.

This was your mission: stock Seven's fridge with actual food while Vanderwood bought more cleaning supplies.

And of course, if the redhead wasn't done with his work by the time you both returned to the bunker, then a certain taser would be put to use today.

It was nice to be alone with Vanderwood for once, albeit doing something as simple as this. If you were gawking too much during the car ride here, well, he didn't have to know.

But the man was an agent. Of course they knew.

You shake your head free of these thoughts and focus on your task. Eggs. You needed eggs.

When you get to the dairy section, you quickly search for a carton of large eggs. But as you're about to grab it, you go still at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind you.

“How do you like your eggs in the morning, cutie?”

Slowly, you take the tray and place it in your basket, stalling for time as you didn't want to deal with the unwelcome conversation.

However, you had to turn around eventually. When you did, you saw Vanderwood quickly approaching from behind the unknown person.

They tower over the stranger as they pass by with a disapproving grunt. You couldn't quite make out what they muttered, but if you were just a little bit closer, you would've heard the threat of a tasing.

He slings an arm around your neck, dragging you away without a word. As you walk, he squeezes your shoulder gently and turns his head back to press a tender kiss to the top of your head, glaring directly at the creep.

That should've been the end of that, but he keeps his arm around you as you stand in line. And as he carries the bags (with one hand!). And as he places them in the trunk.

On the drive back, he quietly and oh-so nonchalantly reaches for your hand. You bite your lip to keep from smiling too wide and take it.

Can i get some NSFW headcanons with a reader who's pretty subby and extremely embarrassed about it? prefferably with jumin and seven if that would be ok. I love your work dude, thanks for writing these :]

hi, anon! thank you so much for this- you're my first request :o i didn't quite expect nsfw to be the first one but CRACKS KNUCKLES, i guess we're getting right into it then? TwT

i don't want to make this too lewd but... ? when i got to seven i think i might have become a little unhinged O_O i hope you like it! i feel like it ended up WAY longer than i thought it would be so i put it under a 'read more' :D

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jumin

— I really think Jumin wouldn't even notice it at first.

— His way of speaking and overall demeanor triggers something in you and you blush easily, your legs close, you lick your lips and they part, and you kinda just... lose your entire brain around the man.

— but eventually he'll pick up on it, he always will, because he pays so much attention to you. He'll consciously choose to speak with an authoritative undertone and oh god, those words...

— “You look absolutely... ravishing tonight.” man you already know you're in for it. Imagine him rasping it out.

— but the real kicker here is when he brings out the “Good girl.” or the “Good boy.”

— You are absolutely flustered and he eats it all up. He'll pull your chair out and help you sit, then lets his hair just tickle your skin and his lips breathe right by your neck when he pushes your chair towards the table again. You can see his back as he walks to the opposite end but what you don't see is the smirk on his face.

— After riling you up the whole night he'll pull you into his lap and watch you squirm, touching you so lightly and talking sweetly into your ear.

— He'll make you so red before giving into what you want. And you have to say it. None of that mumbling and looking away.

— He'll hold your chin and make sure you meet his eyes. “What was that, kitten? I need to hear you tell me what you want.”

— When you do end up telling him, his eyes would light up and he'd flip you you over, his body now caging yours from above as he chuckles.

— “See... when you use your words...” he whispers against your skin, kissing down from your jaw to your neck. “I can give you what you want.”

— When you'd look away the moment he'd begin to take off your clothes he. He just. “None of that, darling, don't hide from me...”

— I'm not kidding, and his eyes, they'd be so full of love and passion, dark and yet fond at the same time.

— And just because he's Jumin Han he would most definitely hold you down by the hips and take you in his mouth.

— “Keep your eyes on me, love, or else I'll stop.”

— and it's not just if you looked away.

— if you covered your mouth with your hand? He'd quickly take both your wrists in one hand and hold them above your head.

— “I want to hear every. Single. Sound. You. Make.”

— Jumin will even tease your hole with his tip, circling around it or running it up and down slowly.

— He can read your body language perfectly, but he wants to hear it, will always make you beg. He loves hearing you say whine please.

— He'll enter you so slowly, making sure you feel every single inch of him, then he'll start with deep, hard thrusts.

— When you ask for more he'll happily pick up his pace, eyes focused on your face, wanting to see each little twitch and contortion it makes. He loves watch you unravel right before him.

— And when you finally say “Jumin, please, can I cum-” he'll nod and respond with a voice much deeper than it usually sounds, only one word falling from his lips: “Cum.”

— You'd still be so flustered and embarrassed later, hiding your face in his chest while you cuddle. But he'll gently pry you away and cradle your face in his hands, peppering you soft with kisses everywhere and mumbling praises like “You did so well for me, my love...”

seven

— Seven already has way too much fun making you blush and flustering you with his jokes and little pick up lines.

— but then he'll notice how you clam up sometimes. The way you don't even know how to respond or just hide your face when he starts speaking in his innuendos.

— So what does he do?

— He makes more.

— “What's wrong? Is that... is that a system failure I detect?!” he'll say with a dark chuckle.

— “I think God Seven might need to do a little inspection...” the redhead's voice drops as he walks towards you with intent.

— He'll stand so close to you and enjoy how you'd fidget, how you wouldn't know where to look or what to do or where to put your hands.

— and his eyes. They're almost catlike.

— His pupils dilate and he gets so wide-eyed as he watches you squirm... Nothing escapes those eyes. Certainly not you.

— You're never gonna get used to the burning you feel all over your skin when he gazes at you like that, like you both know what's coming next but he keeps you guessing about the when, about the next move he'll make.

— He won't even undress you. You'll have to take off your clothes for him and feel his eyes roaming your exposed body.

— But of course, he wouldn't stay quiet, no- he'll make his weird yet affectionate quips as he tries to hold back from devouring you.

— The moment he pounces, you're absolute putty in his hands, your body so responsive to everything he does that your mind can barely even register what you're doing.

— But god, does he love it. He loves seeing you all flustered after you realize how you've been reacting to every single touch he makes.

— “You're putting my hair to shame with all that color you've got, baby.”

— We've all seen those CGs, the oh-so holy fingers of the one and only God Seven.

— You just know he'll put them to good use... make you shyly take them in your mouth and relish in the way you submit to him, the way you begin to listen to your instincts instead and work that tongue of yours around his digits.

— “Such a pretty mouth...” he'll say while he does that, then begins to leave open-mouthed kisses on your collar and shoulders.

— He'll take those fingers out and kiss you as a reward, letting you feel the wet trail his touch leaves when he drags those very fingers down the middle of your chest, your stomach, and down there where you need them the most.

— Your forehead would be against his as his fingers entered you, and he'd be chuckling at all of your heavy breathing.

— He wouldn't be silent at all. When you squeal and your face scrunches up in pleasure the moment he curls his fingers just right, he'll say something like “Huh, so that's where the magic happens.”

— “So if I...” He'll keep talking while he goes faster, hitting your spot each time. And you? You're a mess.

— All the sounds that you make for him just spur him on, pulling your hair to expose your neck so he can bite down on you as you cum on his fingers.

— But he's not done with you, and he can see that you still want more. And he'll take himself out, stroking slowly while staring into your eyes.

— “Do you think you can ride me, baby?” he'll ask before answering his own question, because boy, does he love to hear himself talk.

— “No- I know. I know you still can. Show me.”

— And he'll place you in his lap, look encouragingly at you as you slowly line him up and sink down on him and he mutters under his breath, “Fuck...”

— He'll go on about how cute you are, timidly going at a normal pace before you start to crumble, before you start to lose yourself in riding him.

— He'll begin to thrust up into you and hold your hips firmly, even spanking you in the heat of moment, the sound echoing throughout the room. The look of delight on his face when he feels how much wetter it made you.

— You cum together because he says so, and when you do he's wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him, wanting to feel the heat of your skin against his because he did that to you.

— You fall against him and he chuckles, kissing the side of your head and running his fingers through your hair. You feel him sigh against your ear before he says, “That was out of this world, angel.”

zen picnic date pls i beg of u

your wish is my command >.O PLS THIS TOOK A WHILE but i rly hope you like it, i'm kinda proud of how cheesy it ended because c'mon man, zen is every single cheesy cliché in the book TwT

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zen picnic date

words: 1,173 You weren't aware of the amount of preparation that had gone into this date, not until Zen started emptying the contents of the basket he'd been carrying as he lead you to this very spot. Admittedly, the man did all he could to make sure everything was perfect: asking Jaehee about which cafés served the best pastries and cakes, waking up early to get the best fruits at the farmer's market, even figuring out which day of the week would be the best for you to go. He didn’t actually think he’d end up with this much food for the both of you.

Laid out before you were some sandwiches for lunch, danishes and croissants, a cake large enough for you to share, some iced tea and fruit juice, and honestly anything you could think of that called for the occasion, including some of the man’s favourite goldfish-shaped bread. The soft breeze carried the sweet scents of surrounding flowers towards you, and a quick glance upwards showed you what you had suspected; clouds, but not enough to block out the sunlight. Really, did weather as good as this actually exist? And Zen himself looked like a dream, what with his classic billowy button down that made him look every bit of your prince charming that he was. He ditched his usual ponytail in favor of letting his silver locks loose, two pins securing the strands to the back just so it stays neatly behind his shoulders. “Babe, this is- wow, I… you even got fresh strawberries?” You say as you reach for the fruits and hold them up. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, looking at you and shrugging helplessly. “What can I say? I wanted this to be perfect for you.” And there it is- his signature smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach. It was your turn to look away, fingers now fiddling with the picnic blanket. You notice it’s your favourite color, too. “There must be a better word for perfect,” you smile softly as you shake your head. “This is more than perfect.” You almost swore you saw his chest puff as he nodded proudly. He leans over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good, now…” Zen picks up a sandwich and holds it to your lips, dipping his head a little in an invitation. “You can have the first bite,” he says in encouragement, his other palm open under your chin and ready to catch any falling crumbs. So you leaned in as well and took a bite, eyes widening a little as you tasted the food. You’d half expected it not to taste as well as it looked- you knew that some places were just good at making their food look pretty- but alas, it actually did taste good. You took turns feeding each other and rating the food, Zen making mental notes about which ones you’d order again from. Between bites you smiled and laughed, your eyebrow raising the moment you spot a certain platter across you. “Hey, Zen,” you say after swallowing, turning your face to look at him. “Where did you learn to make a charcuterie board?” He almost spits out his drink but he pulls it away from his mouth. “Ah, that- well, you see…” He starts, setting his drink down and dusting off his hands. “I remember seeing them in those videos you always watched on TokTik, and-” You see him hesitate and you urge him on, nodding and gesturing with your hand, but the face he makes shows there’s still something holding him back. Zen opens his mouth. And then closes it. He holds up his finger and opens it again, only to pinch that finger between his lips. He sighs, shrugging helplessly before grumbling a little. “I asked Jumin what they were.” “You what?” “Please don’t make me say it again-” It’s not that you wanted Zen to suffer through admitting it again, really, but you could hardly believe what he just said. The look of shock stays on your face for a good few seconds before you reach out and clasp a hand around his. “You did that for me?” you ask, squeezing his hand. All he does is nod and raise your hand to his lips, delicately pressing a soft kiss there before staring at your joined hands, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “I know I didn’t really have to, but I did because you always looked like you wanted that type of thing when you’d show me those TokTiks…” You smile fondly as you lean over the damn charcuterie board and kiss his cheek, letting your forehead rest against the side of his face. “Thank you,” you say, and he gently holds the side of your face and keeps you close, chuckling a little before he turns his face. “Anything for you, prince/ss,” he whispers before kissing the very corner of your mouth. And when he pulls away, he tugs on your

arm. “Come here.” So you nod and with joined hands, he pulls you over as you maneuver around on the food, and Zen guides you to lay your head on his lap. “Now,” he says, picking up a cluster of grapes and dangling it over your mouth. “Do you want to try these?” You giggle and open your mouth, closing it around the grape and grabbing a slice of cheese, nibbling on it. “Fancy,” you say, watching him raise the grapes to his own mouth and offering him your cheese after he does, which he gladly accepts. He only laughs at your statement and sets the grapes down, both hands behind him as he leans back and just admires your face. You’re not entirely sure what Zen’s view is of you, but god, the view you had of your man… The oil-painted sunset of the sky was the picture perfect backdrop to the beauty of your boyfriend. It was him- the center of your attention, your only focus. There was a fondness in his eyes, a certain adoration that was there just for you. It’s not like you could see your own expression, but surely enough there was a matching lovesick look you both had that the rest of the world envied. The kind you only ever saw in movies. And Zen had been in movies, yes- but these moments were entirely special. This was real. This was yours. Because you can reach out and touch his face like you do, you can brush your thumb against his cheek and make the corner of his mouth quirk up like that just for you- And you can pull him in gently, like this, because he’ll follow- he’ll always follow, always go wherever you take him. So his lips meet yours, they do, and you kiss him back soft and slow and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Except with him, you dream with your eyes wide open.

Hello!

So…let’s say Unknown’s been stalking you for a while before he finally cons you into going to the apartment. I like to think that there are plenty of little instances where he finds reasons to (literally) bump into you or pops up in places to creepily observe you…because, you know, he’s obsessed it’s part of his job. Could you maybe write about some of those instances? ^^

okay HI first off i just wanna say i think you’re really nice and epic and SOBS thank you for reblogging my work, i love seeing the kind words you send my way >v< ALSO I AM sorry this took a while, i've been writing it for weeks now i think but sob I GOT BUSY ;~; i meant it to be like 3 scenes but ended up with 2-

that being said *rubs hands together* here we go with our favorite lil stalker boy! forgive me if i made a part of it funny, i just think it REALLY would be and he wouldn’t be scary just awkward

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stalker unknown

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It’s three o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon and all you really want is your favorite milk tea. This last stop before you make it home isn’t a part of your weekly routine, no, but the shop is a place you usually frequent.

Which is why Unknown chose this spot to work today. With the right clothes and a properly secured wig, he blended right in with the rest of the customers. He chose a little corner for himself and got set up, opening his laptop and pulling up hacked surveillance cameras that tracked your movements. On his phone was a glowing dot that seemed to be getting closer.

According to his calculations, the chances of you coming here today were around 28.5 to 42.8%. Of course, the chances of him running into you would go up to 100% if he was there every single day. So really, it was only a matter of time before you’d be in the same room. It’s just that he didn’t quite expect to see you so soon, not when it was only his second day here.

But the bell above the door chimed. And the face he’d only ever known in pixels was suddenly mere feet away from him.

You were so beautifully unaware of his presence, patiently waiting in line and looking wide-eyed at the seasonal menu they had until it was your turn to order.

Unknown had risen from his seat and taken the spot in line behind you, his footsteps silent so as not to get your attention. All he could see was your profile but god, did you smell different.

He couldn’t quite tell what it was but something about your scent drew him in, like a drug that commanded him to lean closer and closer and closer, but just before he can trip over his feet, he gets ahold of himself quite literally. His palms are flat against the wall of the counter, and he pushes himself upright as inconspicuously as he could.

Unknown could only be thankful that you didn't so much as lift your eyes away from your phone.

That was too close. He had to mumble an order and run straight back to his seat, put some distance between you so he could collect his wits a little. This is exactly why he had chosen to do this alone- he knew there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t make a fool of himself one way or another.

That, and he didn’t want any other believers to lay their eyes on you. You were his assignment, and no one else’s.

He sighs in front of his laptop before looking at you again, mentally arguing with himself over whether to get a closer look at you again or not. Vaguely, you get this crawling feeling in the back of your neck, so you quickly claim your drink the minute it’s ready.

Before he can stand from his seat, you’re already out the door.

Damn it.

—————

It’s a few minutes til four and you’re staring at the clock, hoping and praying that the minutes pass by quicker somehow. Your surname was so close to being called on the list- your professor doing rounds of recitation because it accounted for 10% of your grade.

All this dread was at the forefront of your mind, you barely even noticed the boy on the opposite end of the room, slumped against his chair with legs wide apart.

There was not much time for a disguise today. And honestly? It didn't seem like he needed one. Way too many college students flitted in and out of campus, the chances of him standing out or being remembered were little to none.

Besides, he'd passed by enough students who had more... interesting fashion choices than he did.

In a strange sort of way, he pitied you and the way you had to sit through a class as boring as this one. And not only that- you had to study for it, too. He found himself growing impatient, stifling the impulse to bounce his leg.

You could do so much more... be so much more.

Your professor calls your name, and your head snaps towards him. This gets Unknown's attention, too, and you both listen intently at the question being posed to you.

Immediately, an answer begins forming your head. You nod slowly and swallow before speaking, explaining in the simplest way you could manage to.

And your voice. Unknown didn't realize that there was a possibility of him hearing you talk today, because you were almost always so silent during lectures. The only times you’d speak were before or after the class, if you were lucky enough to have made friends.

But there you were, mere feet away from him- so real and alive. It was almost enough for him to walk right up to you and take you away… but not right now.

Not yet.

He did his best to remain stoic. Alone in his intelligence room, he could look as fascinated as he wanted to- he never had to hold back. But this, hearing your voice and the way it inflected, the way your tone would shift from steady to shy and unsure… oh, the ways he would toy with you, the ways he wanted your voice to sound just for him.

Your professor doesn’t have much to change about your answer, only expounding on it a little and closing the discussion with it, leaving a question for the class to ponder until the next meeting. And so, the class files out of the door. Even if you hang back a little, you can’t avoid getting bumped into a little bit on your way out. It’s a feeling you’re familiar with by now, and so, when Unknown’s shoulder nudges your own, when his arm brushes against yours- you don’t even turn to get a glimpse of him. All you do is duck your head and keep walking, eager to leave the crowded hallway.

Unknown, on the other hand, had stopped right in his tracks.

He just felt your skin against his own.

The man gulps, inhaling deeply what was left of your scent that had lingered in the air. It smelled just as strange as it had, that day he first got a whiff of it. Why is it that you smelled so… sweet?

That was it for him. Instead of following the rest of your schedule, he drove straight back to Magenta, locking the door right behind him as he entered the intelligence room and made a beeline for the computers.

On the walk back to your apartment, you feel the familiar buzz of a text message from your phone.

…Hello… ?

Can you see this? …Finally connected. Thank god.

It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.

mystictober day 1: favorite character / ring

vanderwood + ring

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You carefully threaded the beads one by one, meticulously bringing your design to life. Eight white beads, four black beads, two purple beads, and six smaller gold spacers arranged around one letter-

The letter V.

You secure the ring with a knot, tugging a little and ensuring it was tight enough before trimming the string. Satisfied, you try it on your left hand and hold it up to the light, admiring how it looked.

In restrospect, it might have seemed like a silly little idea. But with your boyfriend-who-isn't-your-boyfriend away on a mission, what else could you do?

Really, you found yourself filling in idle moments of the day by staring at the ring, brushing your thumb against the beads and absentmindedly fiddling with it. You never took it off, not really.

You wanted to keep him with you, even if he wasn't around.

You didn't know when he was coming back. If he was coming back. Where he even was. Such is the life of an agent, you remember him saying one night, his arm around your waist and his fingers twiddling with the material of your shirt.

There was no way for you to contact him. All you could do was hope.

You looked at the facts. This was Vanderwood- the man was built like a machine, his scars proof of his continued survival from mission to mission. This was Vanderwood- a man who has been in this business longer than Seven has, a man who was too stubborn to ever go down easily.

This was Vanderwood.

Surely, he would come back to you.

Right?

You pretended not to count the days, to be unaware of how much time has passed since he left. But every night you'd sleep on his side of the bed, pull the sheets up to your nose and drown in whatever was left of his scent, try in vain to replicate the warmth he always wrapped you in- but to no avail.

It was always worth a try though. There wasn't much else you could do.

At least you could sleep at night.

Vanderwood, however, could not.

The man was never of many words, but somehow, he had gone even more quiet. During the mission, all Seven could do was glance at him sympathetically when he wasn't looking. The redhead didn't want to push, but he knew one thing was for sure:

Vanderwood just wanted to get this over with.

He would never say it aloud, but for the first time in his life, he badly wanted to come back. To make it out alive. Yes, he had always tried his best not to die, but now- but now-

He had you.

Vanderwood was not a selfish man. It was less about losing you and more about you losing him. He couldn't do that to you. Couldn't bear to think of how that would make you feel.

You would not waste your tears. He would make sure of that.

The night he makes it back- because of course he makes it back- he finds you fast asleep in bed, clinging tightly to his pillow. Moonlight pours in through the glass of the window, making it seem as though you were glowing. But the light shines on your ring, making the beads glimmer in the dark of the night.

For a man as large as he was, Vanderwood remained quiet, soundless as he moved closer to get a better look at the ring. It wasn't there when he left. The worst scenarios immediately run through his mind, worry flooding his system before he zeroes in on the very center of the ring, on the letter surrounded by his signature colors- the letter V.

He sighs in relief, almost even feels his eyes go misty- not that he'd ever confess that. Instead, he carefully climbs into bed and holds you, succumbing to the best sleep he's had in a while.

In the morning, you wake up with familiar, strong arms around you. You don't have to open your eyes- you know he's still sleeping. So you inhale deeply, breathing him in before pressing the softest kiss on his chin. Your arms embrace him, and the world outside each corner of the very bed falls away.

The rest of the world could wait. Your world was already here, right where it belongs.

mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

mystictober day 5: jumin's birthday / cat

jumin's birthday + cat

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! the main idea for this piece was given to me by my very epic friend, @galaxytastes! there is an amazing jumin birthday fic my friend also wrote so please check it out ♡

Jumin had been making weird faces at you all morning.

It’s taken almost everything in you to suppress the urge to laugh.

Admittedly, your fiancé was right- you had been acting suspicious. But hey, who could blame you for being excited?

Jumin knew it was his birthday today. That was for sure. If the chatroom flooded with edits of him and Elizabeth along with greetings from the rest of the RFA weren’t enough to remind him, the tender kisses you had woken him up with did the trick. Ever since he had mentioned in passing that he had forgotten his birthday twice, you’ve silently made it your mission to prevent it from ever happening again.

Starting with today.

To be fair, it wasn’t Jumin’s fault that he was always so busy. Busy is good, he remembers his father telling him. What else is a business, if not busy?

Flash forward to several years later, where the CEO-in-line who had been hiding sleep deprivation and fatigue under the guise of good grooming was ambushed by the entire C&R conglomerate standing in his office. The moment he walked in, his body had flinched against his will in response to the chorused greeting of Happy Birthday, Director Han!

Needless to say, Jaehee Kang was promptly given an explicit order never to let anyone in his office, unless it was his father or V.

Today, he stands in the kitchen, watching you make breakfast. The fact that he’s here past 8 in the morning on a Tuesday is a gift in itself- literally. Once you had told Jaehee about your plan, she took it upon herself to clear his schedule for you.

“Think of it as a gift,” she smiles shyly, shrugging a little. “I’ve never known what to give him, nor have I actually wanted to. Not until now.”

That’s what you had told Jumin as he was waking up- that Jaehee had cleared the day for him. Your routine pleas for him to stay were met with indulgence this morning, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms for as long as you wanted. The rest of Seoul could go on without you.

“Jumin, dear, is there something wrong with the food?” You ask from across the breakfast table, tilting your head a little to sell the act.

“The food is… perfect,” he says slowly, cautiously, as if it were a prelude to something he wasn't sure of how to say.

“But what do you have in mind for the rest of the day... ?” Jumin asks, neatly setting his utensils down. You smile at him and reach over, offering your hand which he gently takes in his.

“Have you planned anything? I’ve never had much days off, I'm not exactly sure what one should do...” he admits, staring at your joined hands. It's not just him wanting to know if you had something up your sleeve, no- he didn't actually know what it is that he wanted to do today. Jumin had planned on going to work today as usual, but all of a sudden he was freed from that obligation. Touched by his small act of vulnerability, your thumb brushes against his knuckles in reassurance.

“You're lucky you have me then, right?” The corner of your mouth lifts fondly. To that, a little smile of his comes through- the one you've fallen in love with. He finally meets your eyes.

“I've always been lucky with you, my love,” he says with a little squeeze of your hand. You feel the squeeze in your heart, too.

His knuckles meet your lips one by one as you lean over to kiss his hand. He always took you by surprise, this beautiful man of yours. You never knew how to react to it.

You put the dishes away and return to sit in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“So what's gonna happen now is, you and I will get ready, because Driver Kim will be taking us somewhere in an hour.” You explain, absentmindedly fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck.

He kisses your cheek and sighs. He hated surprises, and he made sure you were well aware of this. Your behavior almost perfectly lined up with the nature of the texts in the chatroom from everyone today.

“Darling, you wouldn't happen to be taking me to some big party, would you?”

You only giggle and shake your head, hopping out of his lap and making your way towards the bathroom.

“You've gotta trust me on this one, okay?” You call out over your shoulder, hand leaning against the doorframe.

“Now, are you going to shower with me or not?”

After the events of the shower, you now find yourself dressed in comfy clothing, Jumin in the same. It was always unusual to see him in anything but a suit, but never unwelcome. Clad in a dark blue sweater and khaki slacks, the sight of him so cozy brings a warmth to your heart. You can't help it when you lean up and kiss his cheek before holding out his white tennis shoes.

“Sneakers?” he asks, accepting them and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.

“I'm sure you can give up your Oxfords for one day, Jumin,” you chuckle, pulling on your own shoes. They looked exactly like his.

With laced fingers, the two of you walk towards the elevator. As you make it inside, your phone pings with a text from Driver Kim, signalling that he was waiting out front.

“Happy Birthday, Mr. Han,” the driver says in greeting, reaching out with both hands to shake Jumin's. This makes the celebrant laugh softly, his hand happily being squeezed by Driver Kim, his very favorite employee.

“Thank you, Driver Kim,” he says sincerely at the man, who now holds the car door open. Jumin nods once more before climbing into the vehicle after you, a very thoughtful smile on his face. If there was one thing he always appreciated, it was authenticity.

As Driver Kim starts the car and leads you into the city, Jumin speaks to him.

“Where are we headed?” he tries to ask as nonchalantly as he could, disliking the fact that he was clueless at the moment. But all Driver Kim does is shrug helplessly and flash an apologetic smile at his boss through the rearview mirror.

“I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid your fianceé has given me instructions not to reveal our destination.“

He sighs at this, and you only giggle, squeezing his hand.

“Don't worry, love. We're almost there,” you offer him a reassuring smile. Before he can make another face, you lean up to kiss his jaw. So Jumin resigns, and instead, settles on combing his fingers through your hair. You secretly wonder if this was a habit he had carried over from showing affection to his cat, but you weren’t complaining. Not at all.

And true enough to your words, within a few minutes, the car slows to a stop somewhere in the Yongsan district. Jumin is visibly confused, unable to guess where exactly you’ve taken him.

“We’ve arrived,” Driver Kim nods curtly at both of you. He goes to escort you out of the vehicle, but you stop him- and you stop Jumin, too, letting yourself out. You smile through the opened door and make a gesture with your hand, giggling.

Jumin feels his eyes grow fond as he looks at you, climbing out of the car. You were so happy. Perhaps… perhaps this was going to be a good surprise.

He doesn’t want to risk ruining your mood by asking if you were at the right place, so he doesn’t. Taking your hand, he chooses to stay silent and follow your lead instead. The exterior of the building didn’t give him any clues as to what was inside, but he spots a few furry felines in one of the windows above, and his suspicion is confirmed the moment you both walk through the doors of the establishment.

Nabiya Cat Shelter, the sign inside reads. He turns to you with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I don’t understand…” he says with furrowed brows. “We already have a cat?”

You only shake your head and approach the employee on duty.

“Hi! Mr. and Mrs. Han, we’re here to view the…” You trail off, not wanting to ruin the surprise but hoping that they understood what you meant. Earlier, you were able to sneak a phone call while Jumin was fixing his hair, so everything should have been in order.

“Ah, yes! Right this way,” they say, leading you and Jumin through the corridors. You smile at him and squeeze his hand in encouragement, gently tugging him along as you walk. Mentally, the man was still stuck replaying the words you said.

“Mr. and Mrs. Han?” his voice is hushed, just for you to hear. You haven’t reached the room yet, but he was already fighting a smile.

“It was easier to explain to them,” you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you confess. “I like saying it, too.”

His thumb gently brushes against the back of your hand. He couldn’t wait to make you his.

“Here we are!” the employee chirps, bursting the little bubble you were in. “Everything we discussed has been put in place. We hope you find it satisfactory. On behalf of Nabiya, thank you, again.” They say, heartfelt. You smile and shake the employee’s hand, before Jumin does the same- albeit a little unsurely. It isn’t felt in his handshake, no, but you can see it in his face.

When the employee leaves, you turn with your back against the door, obscuring the label from Jumin.

“Okay, so I was figuring out what to give you for your birthday. But then came the question, what do you give a man who can buy anything?” you laugh, and he interrupts your little speech.

“I told you, you didn’t-”

“Ah ah ah!” you tut, holding your palm up in a motion that tells him to stop. “I already did this. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” you say softly, lovestruck eyes gazing into his.

This is the moment you move away from the door, revealing a sign that says ELIZABETH on it in fancy cursive lettering, a little paw print beside it. To anyone else, it might have looked like any regular paw, but this was Jumin Han- and Jumin Han knew his cat better than anyone else did.

“For your birthday, I made a little donation to this cat shelter in your name…” you begin to explain. The donation was not little by any means, not to this shelter, but you knew that if Jumin himself had made it, he would’ve given way more.

“…and they used the money to build this room and fix it. As you can see, they’ve named the room after our dear Elizabeth the Third,” you gesture to the writing before blindly opening the door behind you, stepping backwards and letting you two inside.

Immediately, Jumin is met with an abundance of cats; a few of them lounging on a cat tree, some sleeping on cat beds in the corner. One lifts its paw and begins to lick it, grooming itself, as if knowing that it should be presentable to the people who just walked into the room.

His previously scrunched brows are now raised in surprised and delight, and now, the smile he’d been fighting had finally made it to his face. The grin only grew wider as he took in his surroundings.

“These are all rescue cats, and here, they get cared for until someone fosters or adopts them!” You say excitedly, closely observing your fiancé’s face.

One of the cats that had been on top of the cat tree jumped down, grabbing your attention. In true catlike fashion, it sauntered over to Jumin curiously, surveying the man with its glowing green eyes. It turns up its nose and blinks at him, as if waiting expectantly. Ever the master of cat language, Jumin crouches down and offers his closed fist, which the black kitten sniffs and rubs its nose against, before proceeding to lick at his knuckles.

“… I think this one likes you,” you sigh happily, bending down with your hands on your knees. He’s still silent, but you don’t mind. This place probably seemed like heaven to him, after all.

Which it was- but not just for the reasons you assumed. To see all these cats in a safe place, knowing it was your doing, your gift, your tribute not only to him but to Elizabeth as well-

He feels like he’s about to burst of love.

Jumin turns to you with a look in his eyes, and with his free hand, he cups your face and carefully pulls you in for a kiss.

“This is absolutely wonderful,” he whispers against your lips before kissing them again. “My love… thank you.”

With his forehead against yours, you take a deep breath, eyes closed as you take it all in.

“Wasn’t just me, you know?” you say knowingly.

“And… Miss Kang?”

“Not just Jaehee either.”

“Tell me,” Jumin sits down and you follow suit, watching him as he lets the cat jump into his lap, his hand now making the same motions that it had been doing to your hair earlier in the car. You chuckle.

“Saeyoung suggested the whole cat thing… but Yoosung helped me find this place, he told me that his friend volunteered here during the weekends. Zen took me here to check up on the progress every now and then while you were out with Driver Kim,” you bite your lip, knowing how he wasn’t partial to the idea of you riding on a motorcycle, but you carry on. “And Jaehee made sure you wouldn’t find out, plus, she’s the reason you’re actually here today.”

There is a strange feeling in Jumin’s chest, one that doesn’t appear very often, but he was familiar enough with it to identify its source. He leans against the wall and looks at you.

“How about… V?”

This is when you reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“He helped me with the donation. We split it in two,” you explain before remembering to pull up your phone and look for your conversation with the mint-haired man. Standing up, you follow the instructions in his text message, approaching a curtain and wrapping your hands around the neck of an expensive bottle which you hand to Jumin.

Pour this one out with me tonight?

It reads on the note attached above the label, signed by V himself. Jumin feels warm without having consumed the wine yet, but the message on the bottle makes him look to you for a little help.

You scratch the back of your neck.

“Do you want to come over to V’s house later tonight? Everyone will be there… Only if you want to go though! But I probably should have asked you earlier because Saeran and Vanderwood were already getting all the stuff…” you ramble on worriedly, a little disappointed in yourself that you ended up asking later in fear of ruining the surprise.

He didn’t actually think you’d pay this much attention to how he wanted to spend his birthday. He was aware that you knew he would be content, alone with you, but here you were- giving him the most thoughtful gift he’s ever received, going through all the trouble of organizing him a party, but still giving him the choice whether or not he would attend. The donation alone was special enough, but the fact that you had somehow roped everyone into playing a part…

Jumin’s hand on your thigh cuts you out of your spiraling.

“We can go,” he smiles softly, leaning in yet again to kiss you. The cat in his lap purrs, now asleep. It seems to have grown attached to him already.

And so, later tonight, the bottle of wine that Jumin received from V will be emptied to its very last drop, and everyone will get to see how much of a lightweight Yoosung really is. But right now, he’s surrounded by cats in a room that was built in his honor, sitting right next to the person he loves the most- you.

He’s frozen in his place, watching as you beckon the other cats closer to scratch their chins one by one. When you laugh, he almost swears he sees the light glow around you. Like the brightest, rarest white aura was radiating from you.

“I love you,” he breathes, soft and sure and true. Like it’s the one thing in the world that made sense no matter what.

You grin from ear to ear, blushing.

“I love you too, my Jumin. Happy Birthday,” you say solemnly, content as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Huh, a happy birthday…” he muses, mumbling into your hair as he presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. He wraps an arm around you and holds you tight, realizing that he was actually happy this year- and there was no doubt about it.

The sound of your giggle makes his stomach erupt with butterflies all over again. You nod against him.

“Mhm. A happy, happy birthday to you, my one and only love.”

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NOTE: Nabiya Cat Shelter is an actual shelter in Seoul, you can find their Linktree for PayPal donations and adoptions/applications here, and their Instagram is here. If any of you are feeling the Jumin Han spirit and have a few change to spare, consider donating to them!!

mystictober day 7: favorite cg / matching

saeyoung + favorite cg + matching

words: 525

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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.

mystictober day 8: jaehee x mc / vacation

jaehee x mc + vacation

words: 1,076

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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 10: seven x mc + space station

seven x mc + space station

words: 690

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!! this i dedicate to jay, @galaxytastes, my one and only starboy. THANK YOU for bringing dear sev into my life.

You're on the moon.

This, you know because of the view of Earth before you- an image you had only ever seen on screen was right before your very eyes. Below you were craters of moondust, and you stand to look outside the glass pane that separates you from the moon’s atmosphere.

Fifteen.

There are fifteen little redhead children running around in circles, leaving clouds in their wake. They don’t seem to be wearing any spacesuits, nor you for that matter- a quick glance at your reflection confirming what you had already suspected. You were in your normal clothes.

“Honey?” a familiar voice calls out, reverberating against the steel walls of the vessel you stand in. Whipping your head around to face him, you greet your husband with a smile, beckoning him to join you. And here he was: the king of the redheads himself, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You should stop letting them have that stuff,” you hear yourself say matter-of-factly. “I know that’s what you just did.”

“What? Nonsense, angel! It’s important that they know what the superior soda is before anyone else can change their wee little minds! Even if they have to share one can,” he chuckles proudly, puffing his chest out.

“Sev,” your voice carries that tone reserved for situations like this. “We’re the only ones here. No one can tell them that anything’s better than PhD Pepper… except maybe me,” you giggle, and he shakes his head before wrapping his arms around your waist, carrying you to the other end of your moon-house.

“Oh yes, you…”

Your cries and protests are only met with tickles before he finally sets you down in front of a giant telescope.

“I wanna show you something,” Saeyoung whispers with a wicked grin, eyebrows wiggling in excitement.

“What did you do this time, huh?”

“Look into the telescope, my star.”

And so, you do, but not without giving him a look of suspicion.

You’re met with the sight of your name. Beside his, and now your, surname.

Toggling with the lenses, you zoom the telescope out a little bit to see what your married name had been on: a mountain. On Earth.

Your mouth falls into a gasp. Blindly, you reach over to smack his arm. “No, no you didn’t-”

He adjusts his glasses with a smirk that you can’t see.

“Why yes, yes I did, with the help of my trusty laser. Now everyone will know that I married you at the space station,” his voice goes from pride to fondness, pulling you away from the telescope and into his arms.

“Earth knows I love you. Mars is next,” a hushed whisper from your husband as he leans down to capture your lips with his in a chaste kiss. You feel yourself sigh against him as he pulls away, squeezing both of your hands.

“Naming all those stars was enough, you know?” you mumble, blushing.

“No way! I told ya, all the planets in the galaxy should know!” he chuckles and rubs your arms, kissing your forehead.

He feels warmer this time. You feel this forehead kiss even more than the one earlier and-

Your eyes fly open, met with the sight of your boyfriend pulling himself away from your face. He jumps back, glasses askew with a hand clutching at his chest.

You blink at your surroundings, at Saeyoung’s monitors glowing behind him, at the walls of the bunker- the chip crumbs on his side of the bed.

“Woah there angel, you scared me!” he laughs, coming back to cuddle you again.

“I dreamt of you,” you say, your voice a faraway thing while you try to sink back into reality.

“Of me?” he says overdramatically, his hand returning to its position on his chest. “What did this lucky alien boy do to make it in your dreams, huh?”

Seven ruffles your hair gently and presses a kiss to your shoulder before hooking his chin over it, awaiting your response.

“There were fifteen baby tomatoes, the moon, and a laser.”

“Tell me everything.”

mystictober day 9: theater + hourglass

zen + theater + hourglass

words: 1546 (don't ask why it ran long...)

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There is an hourglass on your bedside table that you got from the last flea market you went to with your best friend. She was looking for a certain book that her boss sent her to find, and you had poked around and looked at what else they were offering. The owner said that it didn’t work anymore, but you thought it looked cute- especially since the sand was a pinkish red color that seemed to shine gold in the light and its frame had these diamond shapes that made it unique. So despite what the owner said, you still went ahead and bought it.

You figure the owner must have been mistaken, because when you got home that day and placed it in its spot, you saw the sands trickling down to the bottom half of the hourglass- albeit at a rather slow rate than usual. Whether it measured a week or a month or a year, you weren’t exactly sure. But you paid it no mind, simply content to use it as a decoration.

Most days you never spared it a second glance, but over the course of the year, you’d find that a noticeable chunk had gone missing from the top and fallen into the bottom of the hourglass. You weren’t exactly waiting for the sand to run out, but you wondered when it would finally happen.

Hands blindly search around the table, the hourglass shaking a little when you bump into it on your way to shut off the alarm on your phone. Sighing, you sit up and rub your eyes, blinking them open and awake. As your feet pad their way to the kitchen, you try to remember why it is you set an alarm today when you had no work- but your phone ringing all of a sudden again reminds you why.

“Good morning,” the voice on the other end of the line chirps. Your best friend is rarely this cheerful this early, and despite how groggy you feel, you manage to make your voice sound alive.

“Hey, Jae!”

“I wanted to make sure you were awake,” she laughs. “And you are! Will you be ready soon?”

“Mhm! Just let me eat and shower and all that,” you reassure her as you begin to prepare your breakfast.

“Alright, alright…oh! Did you listen to the-” Jaehee begins to ask you excitedly before you cut her off.

“Yes, yes! I’m ready. A hundred percent ready for the show, all thanks to you!”

“Okay,” you can hear the sheepish smile in her voice through the phone. “Sorry, I’m just really excited…”

“You should be! Now, let me finish up and we’ll meet at the theater soon okay?”

You both say your goodbyes and you finish up your business in the kitchen, staring at the sink for a moment after you put away your dishes. With a deep breath, you exhale and shake your head, walking towards your bathroom to prepare for the long day you knew you had ahead of you.

It doesn’t quite sink in that you’re going to have the full experience of this show, stage door and dressing room tours included, all thanks to Jaehee. You didn’t know how to repay her- getting her to accept your share for the tickets was hard enough.

But now you stood beside her underneath the giant marquee, flashing wide grins as Jaehee’s phone snaps a selfie of you two. The fangirl squeals excitedly and quickly uploads it to the messenger accompanied by some of her emojis before she pockets her phone.

Even though Jaehee had showed you the cast recording and you’d watched a few potato-quality videos on MeTube, nothing could have ever prepared you for the live performance that was happening before your eyes. Your friend was right, and you understood exactly why her adoration and support was so strong and unwavering.

Your eyes are glued to Zen the entire time he’s on stage, his voice absolutely captivating you with every note he sings. Each time he moves, it’s a sight so heavenly- the lights and smoke giving you the illusion that he was dancing on a cloud. And he might as well have been, with the way he glided across the floor. By the time the cast took their final bows, you found yourself wiping at a few stray tears that had escaped as you clapped rather loudly, you and Jaehee joining the others who were giving standing ovations as well.

It takes you a minute to collect yourself, sitting and chatting with your best friend as the rest of the people made their way out of the theater. Fortunately for you, Jaehee had already insisted on buying merchandise during the intermission, so there was no need to rush in line. You both made your way to stage door, the fangirl bouncing rather excitedly on her heels beside you. Swallowing, you turn to face her.

“So, Zen…”

“-Was so amazing, right? Did you see how beautiful his hair was? He didn’t even need a wig for this role! It’s actually that nice, and did you notice…”

You chuckle at your friend’s enthusiastic rambling and nod along, blushing a little as you remember all the details about the actor and his performance that Jaehee brings up again. Before you can chime with any of your own comments, though, a smooth, baritone voice interrupts the conversation.

“Aha, I see Jaehee here has already put in a good word,” the actor chuckles as he places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. She bashfully stops mid-speech, turning to face Zen.

“I couldn’t help it,” she shrugs, giving the man a look. “You just did so well!”

To this, you nod, endeared at your friend’s display. You also try to drown out the screaming that has suddenly surrounded you.

“I did my best,” he says humbly before turning to face you. “Now, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Zen.”

He flashes his signature smile and reaches his hand out. You go to shake it, but he gently maneuvers his palm underneath to catch yours. Raising your hand, he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Somewhere in your darkened apartment, the final sands in the hourglass trickle down to the bottom of the timekeeper as you manage to tell him your name.

“I’d love to get to know you more and catch up with Jaehee, but I have some things to sign,” he gestures to all the people waiting. Zen speaks again before you can even begin to feel bad about holding up the line.

“Will you guys wait for me over here? I promise I’ll be quick!”

“Of course! It’s no trouble at all, right?” Jaehee answers before you can as she turns to you, waiting for your input.

“No, it’s not! We’ll wait,” you smile, linking your arm with hers.

“Perfect!” is the last thing Zen says, then he uncaps his marker and quickly makes his way down the line.

It looks like he’s shining. You’re not sure whether it’s just the sun hitting his alabaster skin, or stage makeup he hadn’t properly taken off yet, or the way he flashed his pearly whites- but he looked almost golden in his element. Jaehee catches you staring, but who was she to say anything if she was doing the same?

Once he’s out of good earshot, your friend speaks up.

“I think he likes you,” she says as nonchalantly as she could, pretending not to observe your reaction.

“What?”

Zen chooses this perfect moment to spare you a glance, to spare you a smile. Of course Jaehee catches this, too.

“He kissed your hand,” she tells you knowingly. There’s a look on her face you can’t quite read.

“He was probably just being a gentleman,” you quickly jump to his defense, swallowing slowly before smiling back at him.

“He doesn’t really do that to begin with,” she quickly responds. Mentally, Jaehee goes over all the times she’s seen Zen kiss a girl’s hand. Sure, the man was a flirt, but if she didn’t count all the times he did it to a stranger for the sake of formality, well… there was nothing else to count.

Before you can say anything else, Zen jogs back up to you, several gifts in hand. How can he carry all that in one hand?

“Alright, I gotta put these away before continuing. You guys can wait in my dressing room instead, I’d hate for you guys to get cold out here.”

Jaehee is surprisingly silent. She nudges you.

“Ah, that’s alright! Yeah, we can wait there,” you reply, shooting Jaehee a look after he takes the lead.

“After you,” he says, holding the door open.

“Thanks,” you mumble with a blush.

As you pass him by, his scent tickles your nostrils and you think another whiff will make you absolutely intoxicated. Your shoulders brush, and for a moment, you lock eyes- both of your faces falling into soft smiles.

You don’t know what it is, at all. You just met this man. Sure, he was devastatingly beautiful, but there was something else that was there.

The hourglass would never tell its secrets, but you had a feeling you were going to find out anyway.

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS REACT TO YOU SAYING 'IM PREGNANT'

POV you tell the characters you're pregnant as a prank...

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YOOSUNG

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Yoosung: WHAAAA?!?!??!!

Yoosung: Y/N we're too young to have a baby!!!! Yoosung: Ah, I mean, your body your choice! T_T I didn't mean it like that!!!!! Yoosung: We'll figure this outtogethre

Yoosung: Sorry playinf LOLOL hold on

Yoosung: SEVEN Y/N'S PREGNANT IM FREAKIGN OIUT

Yoosung: AHHHHH WRONGPERSON Y/N IMSORRY

Y/N: It's a prank ㅋㅋㅋ

Yoosung: Y/NNNN YOU SCARED ME T_T

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JUMIN

Y/N: I'm pregnant....

Jumin: Thank you for contacting Jumin Han. This is an automated response. He will get back to you shortly.

*17 hours later* Jumin: Y/N, I got the message.

Jumin: I've arranged for you to move in immediately, whether we share a room or not is up to you.

Jumin: My driver is on the way to you now, don't stress about packing your belongings. I can organize to have them delivered.

Jumin: We can discuss this further once you're here safe. In the meantime, I'll arrange a meeting with my father to discuss marriage arrangements.

Y/N: It was a prank....

Jumin: *read*

Jumin: *4 hours later* That wasn't funny, Y/N. Please stop hanging around Yoosung and 707.

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707

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

707: lolololol

707: really? what should we name it~

707: lolol how about a mix of our names? like renesmee in twilight

707: u think u can blend honey buddha chips to make baby food?~

Y/N: It was a prank...

707: i know. LOLOLOL

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ZEN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

*12 missed calls*

Zen: Y/N????

Zen: Y/N, are you serious? haha;;

Zen: I'll be in a scandal... aish...

Zen: Our child might break the internet with its good looks. lol

Zen: You keeping it?

Y/N: It was a prank....

Zen: Heol;; Y/N, I was about to text my publicist;;

Zen: I guess it's a good thing. Our child would be too beautiful for the world to handle~ lol

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JAEHEE

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Jaehee: What?

Jaehee: Hm.

Jaehee: Y/N, we never spoke about raising a child. Why so sudden?

Jaehee: My work hours are long these days, I'm not sure if I can handle a child so suddenly like this. Ah;;

Jaehee: Do you plan on being a stay at home mother? I don't see another way for this to work.

Y/N: It was a prank...

Jaehee: Ah..... Y/N, you shouldn't scare me like that... I'm so tired I thought I was imagining things..;;

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SAERAN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Saeran: HAH.... pregnant...

Saeran: Is that true, pet...?

Saeran: I'll have Rika bring in something to fix this.

Saeran: It's no good to have a pregnant toy, is it? This was supposed to be a last resort.. hah

Saeran: *comes in and kicks ur stomach to abort the baby*

Y/N: *coughs up blood* it.. it was a prank...

Saeran: A prank? HAH........ Hah... when did my toy get so mischevious.... I think I'll punish you for this... *locks the door*

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Enjoy dear please send requests in inbox ok thank you~

Test day

 a Yoosung x MC ficlet (about 850 words)

MC goes to congratulate Yoosung on finishing his final college exam but ends up cutting the test short when she feels her water break. 

as always, it’s fluff. 

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You were waiting in the hall outside Yoosung’s final test room. After this he would be cleared to graduate and you had wanted to surprise him by being the first one to congratulate him on his accomplishment. You checked your watch once more to confirm he had only ten minutes left and smiled. as you restlessly shifted your bag from one arm to the other you felt a pain shoot through your abdomen. You looked around the hall for a chair. by taking the buss you had hoped to cut the time you spent on your feet, unfortunately it was so full you couldn’t get a seat despite your rapidly approaching due date. You were starting to feel dizzy so you placed a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Another pain shot through you and you could feel something shift. This was not the time. You couldn’t think of a worse time for this. Then your water broke as another contraction hit you.

“not now” you chastised yourself. “10 more minutes baby can you give me just” your bargaining was cut short by a swell of nausea. you couldn’t think properly through the haze that gripped you. it pulled you to your knees with second wave of dizzy weakness. then a hand was on your shoulder. Someone you didn’t recognize was asking you what was wrong and seeing the puddle you were kneeling in and your belly they began to panic. 

“get Yoosung” you managed pointing at the door just across the hall. They banged on the door urgently and you could hear the professor open the door ready to scold them for interrupting such an important test.

“sorry” you ground out feeling awful, for more reasons than just the pain that washed over you like rhythmic waves. You didn’t hear when the professor called to Yoosung but you felt him pull you to your feet gently. his warmth was unmistakable even in the confusion of your current state. he smelled like freesia and the cologne you had bought him for valentines day. it was almost funny how that scent bowled you over with the thought of him. the feel of sunshine and spring breezes, the sound of his laughter and quiet gaming sounds, the idea that every day with him would be filled with smiles, and hugs, and everything you needed.

“cutie! Are you okay? Is it time? Oh my god is that? did your water break? Okay breath! You’ve got to breathe! How far apart are the contractions? Why on earth are you here? Did you take the bus? Someone call” another contraction stole your attention for a moment as he continued to talk at the speed of light. “come on the professor is going to drive us to the hospital can you walk?”

“yeah, I just, damn it, okay yeah let’s go” you finally manage. you hated cursing honestly but you had to admit it felt justified right now.

You can see Yoosung’s worried eyes, feel his hand under your arms helping to support you though the dizzy spells that seem to hit just before each contraction. Slowly you make it to the professor’s car and Yoosung’s is talking the entire time. Your thankful for the soothing sound of his voice even if you can’t quite focus on what he’s saying. Your contractions where fast coming now and Yoosung was anxiously bouncing in the seat next to you as he stumbled over his words.

“we can do this MC. you can do this. You’re so strong cutie. We’re almost there I promise” he repeated for what may have been the hundredth time. You couldn’t help but love him in that moment. Love the way he looked so nervous. Love the way stayed so positive. Loved the way he energetically babbled about how hard he would work to make you and the baby happy.

You pulled him down to you quickly to press a quick kiss to his lips before whispering to him. “I love you, now shut up.” 

He swallowed thickly blushing a deep red before he nodded sharply. That made you laugh you had to admit. You wondered if there was anything that could get rid of the poor boy’s masochistic tendencies. You supposed not if even in the midst of his wife giving birth he could manage to look so adorably scandalized by little more than a stern word.

You held your child in your arms and thought about all the things that had led you to this moment. You could remember the first time you saw Yoosung in person and how he had kissed you that very evening. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you spoke gently to the newest member of the Kim family. 

“you gotta take good care of your papa okay? He’s a handful but I promise he’s the best around”. you looked to the corner of the room where Yoosung had fallen asleep in one of the visitor chairs. You didn’t blame him how could you? when he looked so precious. For the first time since meeting him though you thought he might actually only be the second cutest person in the room.

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a Saeyoung X MC ficlet (1050 word)

MC goes into labor early while Saeyoung is out. thankfully Saeran is there to help MC.

I hope you guys like this one, I feel like Saeran would be able to help through pretty much anything as long as someone walked him through it but he would not be happy about it. Saeyoung would be so distracted trying to do literally everything at once I don’t think he’d be much help. he would however be a great dad, those kids would not only have the coolest toys, but also Saeyoung would teach them how to build things. (he wouldn't teach them hacking though because he really doesn't want them to follow in his dangerous foot steps)\

Bedrest was getting boring and you still had a month left. you partly blamed Saeyoung for this. Twins ran in his family not yours, yet here you were too big to be comfortable and exhausted constantly. Then again you knew your family’s history with difficult pregnancies as well so it wasn't entirely his fault. these things compounded into extreme bedrest for the last two months of your pregnancy.  Worse yet this meant much of the baby preparation, which had doubled with the news of twins, was left to Saeyoung. Who had taken to building custom versions of everything he thought your little family would need. Today though Saeyoung had left. He had put off the last of the baby shopping to watch over you but he had finally run out of supplies for his projects. He promised he would only be gone for a little while and asked Saeran to take care of you. you weren’t nervous. Saeran was good company and you enjoyed chatting with him. soon you two settled into a comfortable silence as Saeran read and you played a simple game Saeyoung had made for you on your phone.

That’s when you felt the first contraction. You placed your hand on your belly and started to count. You had helped your mother deliver several children as a midwife and knew the basics. though this was early, a premature birth was not out of the realm of possibilities, still you hoped that this was a false alarm like the many contractions before it. 

“come one kiddo’s can ya give me one more week?” you asked your belly as another contraction shot through you strengthening your suspicion that this may be something more than a simple false alarm.

“what was that?” Saeran asked his eye’s never leaving his book.

“can you drive sae?” you asked as you sat farther up in bed. The contractions were coming fairly regularly now and you knew that soon they would get stronger and faster.

“no? should I, should I call Saeyoung?” he asked looking at you a little nervously now.

“mkay yeah if you don’t mind texting him” the latest contraction knocked the breath out of you and you felt a puddle form between your legs “but I think it’s a little late to make it to the hospital”

“what?” saeran nearly shouted jumping up at the sight of your face in pain “hospital? You’re not. Are you?”

“text your brother and listen I’m going to need your help with this” you said between gritted teeth.

“no, no. MC I’m not a doctor, I’m barely a functioning person” he cried and you almost laughed at that, then pain shot through you and you hissed

“well congrats you just got promoted to doula. get a warm wash cloth. I’ll call Saeyoung” you watched Saeran rush out of the room before hitting the speed dial on your phone. Saeyoung answered immediately asking if you were okay. “heh, yeah but I’m gonna need you to head home” you managed as another wave of pain rolled through you.

“what wrong? I’m on my way I’ll be there as fast as I can”

“listen don’t worry too much, okay? saeran is helping me but we’ll need a ride to the hospital once their born just to make sure everything okay” the breaks between contractions was getting noticeably shorter but you tried to explain as much as you could in the short bursts of clarity you had. “I’m in labor. It’s going really fast, we’re only a little early though. They should be fine.”

“you aren’t due for another month MC” Saeyoung cried and you could hear the engine of a car rev in the background. He was on his way, good. “we have to get you to a hospital you can’t have our babies in the bunker! Where’s Saeran let me talk to him!” you handed the phone to Saeran just as he returned with several towels and the bag you and Saeyoung had packed for the birth. though you had meant for it to be brought to the hospital it had some necessities you would need. Haltingly, working between your contractions, you got yourself into position as the boys argued over the phone. When you could no longer keep the checklist straight in your head because of the pain you called for Saeran.

“hey I kind of need you over here” the phone was dropped and forgotten in a second as you walked him through his role thankful that he was a quick learner who listened well enough to keep you on track.

Saeyoung arrived to yelling and assumed the worst. He rushed to the source of the noise just in time to see the birth of the second twin. His brother looked shaken and Saeyoung couldn’t blame him. saeran had no training in medicine and it looked like he had just managed to deliver twins with nothing more than MC’s slightly angry sounding instruction.

Once at the hospital the doctor gave your twins a clean bill of health and you could breathe easy for the first time in hours. Saeyoung sat beside your bed his head in his hands.

“I shouldn’t have left” he muttered and you sighed. He was blaming himself again.

“listen you’re decisions absolutely led us here Saeyoung.” You started. His head shot up hurt by your words so you continued. “you decided to save me back at Rika’s apartment, you decided to save saeran from mint eye, you decided to marry me, and you decided to sleep with me” you couldn't help yourself when you saw him blush just a bit at that. “ a lot. Saeyoung you decided that one a lot.”

“MC this isn’t funny.” he groaned 

“that’s where your wrong, secret agent man. This is very funny. Do you know why? Its funny because you should be celebrating. Every decision you made as led you to be sitting beside your wife with two healthy newborns in the nursery and your bother sleeping in the corner. You may not see how amazing that is but I do. Life is one big cosmic joke and we managed to luck out on the happiest possible punchline; If that’s not funny I don’t Know what is.”

He looked at you taken aback by your speech but then he smiled and there was a relief in his face that you loved. “what did I do to deserve you”

“probably something terrible” you joked as he wrapped his arms around you.

audition of a lifetime

a Zen x MC ficlet (850 words)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roof Top Affection

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Jumin x MC ficlet (1400 words)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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