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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.

Roof Top Affection

this is just me venting via     

Jumin x MC ficlet (1400 words)

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

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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.

RFA when MC accidentally calls them while telling her sister that their “the one”

every RFA baby deserves love. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

oh requests are open my only rule is that i don’t write V. (its not that I don’t like him he just hits a bit to close to home)

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Jumin

-        He answered your call but your voice was muffled and it sounded like you where talking to someone else

-        “you don’t understand he’s so cute sometimes and he’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I know we went kind of fast but, listen Jumin’s the one. I Just know it. He’s my one and only”

-        He hung up after that. He would love to hear more of what you thought of him sure but he didn’t want to eavesdrop on you.

-        You have never seen a more smug man in your life

-        He looks like the cat that caught the canary

-        When he gets home and see’s you he asks what you did today and what you talked with your sister about

-        If you don’t tell him about the conversation, he’ll tell you he got a very interesting call and tell you what he over heard

-        When you turn bright red at being overheard he chuckled and pulls you close to him kissing your neck before muttering against your skin

-        “you should know the feeling is mutual. You are also my “one” and only.”

Yoosung

-        He got out of class to see a voicemail from you. When he listened the majority of the message was difficult to here but he could make out your voice if he focused

-        “I can’t explain it he’s just, he’s so cute and sweet and I just want to hold him all the time! Sometimes when I catch him off guard he blushes all the way to his ears and I swear I’ll never get tired of that. I know we haven’t been dating long but I think he’s, you know, the one.”

-        Suddenly there was a loud clatter and the call cut off

-        Yoosung couldn’t breathe, he felt like he was falling from a plane. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and his heart pounding in his chest.

-        He might have been having a panic attack, accept that he wasn’t panicking he was the happiest he’d ever been in his life.

-        He calls Zen and is talking a mile a minute about what you said and does that mean he should get a ring and she he ask you to move in and what should he say when he sees you

-        Then Zen stops him in his tracks by asking “did she mean for you to hear that?”

-        Oh. Now’s he’s got to try to play it cool and act like he didn’t hear you say he might be the one and he’s terrible at secrets lord help this baby boi.

Saeyoung

-        The second he answered it was clear the call was an accident he could hear way more background sound than normal and you were already mid-sentence

-        “more than that, I think he’s the one. He’s afraid to take the chance I know, but whether we get married or not I know there’s no one else for me. Me and Saeyoung have been through so much there’s no way I could ever fall for anyone else. I love him.”

-        He hung up quickly and dialed your number because he had to talk to you that second.

-        But when you picked up all he could say was “you called me” when you deny it he laughs a bit hysterically half nervous half ecstatic “wait for me? When saeran’s better I promise I’ll get you a ring. I’ll sell one of my babies if I have too. Please will you wait for me?”

-        Your trying not to cry but manage to say “of course” your sister is lost, and a little worried but your smiling through the tears so she thinks its good news

-        He practically tackles you in a hug the second you walk through the door. He gives you a ring pop in your favorite flavor that night and promises that the REAL proposal will be better.

Zen

-        He was in the middle of a work out when he got the call. He answered but when he heard different voice than yours he stopped in his tracks. Part of him is worried your hurt or someone took your phone.

-        “I’m just worried about you he’s got so many female fans’ what if one of them hurts you, or he cheats they say celebrity relationships never last” suddenly he recognized your sisters voice.

-        “I don’t care how many fans he has or what they try to do because I’m not giving up on him. he isn’t just a celebrity. He’s a person. He’s loyal and passionate and gentle. I think, I know I love him. He’s the one and the rest doesn’t matter because we can work through anything together.”

-        He hangs up immediately because he knows he can’t listen to that without wanting to see you right then

-        He works out 10x harder. He just feels really worked up after hearing you defend him like that and you had said he was “the one” how was he supposed to calm down after that?

-        The second you get home he sweeps you into his arms and carries you to bed. He can’t help it he has to show you how much he loves you right that second.

-        You call him impatient but he say’s “I’ve been waiting this long for you to get home I can’t be any more patient”

Jaehee

-        She listened to your voicemail after the lunch rush at the café

-        “are you sure about this? People might not approve?”

-        “did you come to question me or to help me pick out a ring?”

-        “I just want to make sure you understand what you’re doing there’s a lot of stigma you know”

-        “you think I don’t know that? I live with it, but that doesn’t matter, she’s the and bigotry won’t change that.”

-        She pulled the phone away from her ear as the voice mail continued.

-        She scanned the café and decided to close for the day since there was no way she could focus after hearing that.

-        That night she made an elaborate dinner for the both of you. Complete with your favorite desert.

-        She makes everything so perfect you can’t think of a better time to give her the ring you bought.

-        After she comes clean you’re a bit disappointed it wasn’t a surprise but at the end of the day she’s wearing the ring and you couldn’t be happier