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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.

Paradise~

Don’t be friends with Rika you’ll end up blind

1. Her friend Mika has eye cancer

2. Yoosung injures his eye and is unable to use it for some time 

3. She injures V  and he eventually goes blind

4. Even her fucking dog was blind before it dies

Just Jumin spilling truth

I reached new level of petty when I muted only Rika’s voice

Thinking about the only fictional character whose writing was genuinely so deep and insightful that it has gotten me to rethink my core beliefs and ideology was from a "silly dating game"