I am listening to the radio at work and this advert just came on about becoming a teacher (the UK gov are desperate because IMO teachers are not paid well for the work they do and are super stressed with huge workloads!!). Anyway I instantly thought of you!!!! How is being a teacher going? I really hope you're not super stressed and all the kids are on their best behaviour for Ms. Faye!!! 😤😭
Aah Lola you thought of me?? That's so sweet 😭
Teaching is going well!! I'm enjoying it a lot more than I expected to. I kind of threw myself into it bc it was a profession I was always impressed by and never thought I could do (I have quite bad stage fright/social anxiety that I've been learning to combat).
I've had a mix of very good and very bad classes since I started. Luckily I get new groups every week so I'm don't have to deal with the bad ones for more than a week 🤭. This week's group are very sweet though so I'm enjoying myself a lot <3
How are you doing Lola? I hope work and life are both treating you well <3 I'm toasting my wine glass with yours through my screen
Apollo! My darling 🤍 I just saw your prompt post. I hope this is okay for me to request?
Calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury.
With: Mr. Han ✨
Lola!!! Hi hi! Yes, I was very much looking forward to this prompt when I saw it in my askbox! I really hope you don't mind the way I wrote MC here haha!
- prompt list
It's a warm autumn evening. Jumin and you are sitting outside, in the garden of his penthouse, enjoying a glass of wine, talking about this and that. The wine, of course, of highest quality. Only the best for Jumin's darling. Whenever you drank a bit too much, you were prone to talk with your hands, gesturing, to highlight the points you were trying to make.
You report, words a bit slurred: "This morning, when I woke up, I called out for Elizabeth... and I swear, I saw her jumping all the way from the cat tree to-" You are cut off by your hand hitting the half-full wine glass in front of you, some of it spilling on Jumin's shirt, staining it red. The glass falls to the ground, splitting into a thousand pieces.
It feels like you sobered up from one second to the other as fear overcomes your body. Tensing up you cover your face, trying to hide yourself as past memories slip into your mind. Memories of instances such as this, where you ended up being yelled at, shunned, for a minor accident. You almost prepare yourself for an insult, but all you can hear is a slight chuckle from your boyfriend. "You're so clumsy Y/N."
After taking a second look at you, he is quick to notice your body language. He stands up to make his way over to where you are sitting, bending down as to lower himself to your height. Gently putting his hands on your shoulders he asks: "Are you okay Y/N? Are you hurt?" You try to answer, but all you are able to muster are stuttered words. "I- I- I'm so- s-"
"Sssh... it's okay my love." He reassures you. "You don't have to say anything right now. I can see that you are going through something. I may not quite comprehend it, but I promise, I am not angry with you, if that's what you think." He lifts one of his hands from your shoulder to gently brush through your hair. "Besides, you are much more precious than a glass. Unlike this glass, you are irreplaceable. I love you so much, more than words will ever be able to describe."
His welcoming aura, soft touch and warm words are able to calm you down. Enough for you to speak. "I love you too Jumin. And... Thank you... for always being so understanding of me."
"Of course, my love. You are everything to me. Shall we go inside? It is getting chilly." You nod and slowly raise from your chair. You grab his hand, it's warm, the perfect opposite to your always cold hand. Making your way to the entrance of the penthouse, Jumin notices a wetness on the very hand he is holding. He immediately stops in his tracks to inspect it. "Y/N, you're bleeding. I apologize for not noticing sooner. I must take care of this immediately."
After bandaging up your wound, the rest of the night is filled with sweet kisses, words of reassurance and love and warm embraces.
Hey Vandy. My darling. I have a question for you, if you don't mind.
What are your opinions on C&R extraordinaire Mr. Jumin Han?
“My darling” ????????????????
Anyway. Moving on.
Hm. Jumin Han, CEO and Chairman-in-line. I don’t know much about the RFA and it’s members, but he seems like the most reasonable. (I think I’ve mentioned this before.) A bit pretentious maybe, but I think that comes automatically with being rich lmfao!! But he’s at least someone who seems to be able to act logical, no matter the situation. I like that about him. The calm kind of aura.
Hello Jaehee! I hope you don't mind me popping by. I just saw you had made a Tumblr blog. What a nice idea (✿^‿^). I hope you enjoy your time here. I am looking forward to reading your thoughts, and sharing some cute pics of Zen, ofc.
Lola 🤍
Hello Lola.
Thank you for your message. I must admit, when 707 first proposed we make Tumblr blogs to find guests (and MCs?), I felt a bit apprehensive, but so far I am really enjoying it. It seems I have been needing an outlet, and this place seems well suited for that. Please bear with me as I get the hang of how this website functions. I am trying to figure out how best to categorize my posts so both I and other's won't have difficulty navigating my blog. It surprised me to see so many photos of Zen on here, and I can't say I'm disappointed. I'm especially fond of the "Imagines". I have never thought about writing down my fantasies (I am sharing this with you because I feel you are a kindred spirit), but I might try my hand at it when I find the time. I hope you are having a good day!
Faye!! Congrats on the milestone my sweet 🎂 your event is so precious and thoughtful and I just love it as much as I love you!!! 🩷🌸
Pretty please could I pick a toy for our lovely Zen? I was so tempted to go for dark chocolate you don't even know like I'm just thirsty all the damn time tbh
Lola! I was so excited to do this request, I love any chance i get to unpack some of Zen's backstory (though I must say, it was quite fun to imagine Zen's fantasies for a minute)
I'm so happy you like the event theme! I wanted it to be something special for such a milestone, and I'm really fond of how it turned out.
I'm also really fond of this fic, I love some Zen lore. I hope you enjoy <3
✧ Toy ~ Memories from their past
Hyun at age six is quiet. His mother once told him that good boys don't call attention to themselves, so he tries his best to blend in.
Secretly, he wishes he didn't have to be a good boy. He likes singing (especially where others can hear him), he likes playing like the other kids do. He doesn't like pretending to be invisible. He tries so hard, and it so rarely works. He can duck his head and hold his tongue all he wants, but there is always someone who wants to talk to him or touch him.
The other day, a lady in the supermarket tried to hold his hand and pat his hair. His mother was very upset (with her or him, he's still not sure).
He doesn't like going outside very much anymore. The only place he really likes going is school. Not because of the classes. They're difficult and boring. But his classmates are usually nice. They choose him first when making teams for games - sports is easier than anything they learn at school. He likes how it feels when they all cheer him on. He definitely isn't invisible then.
It's less fun when his classmates make him ask the teachers for things they want (recently it was for a longer breaktime which the teacher did not want to give). They don't care that it gets him into trouble. They believe the teachers like him more than the others. He doesn't think that's true.
Sure, some teachers are nice to him, but most of them are so strict. They get upset with him when he makes mistakes (Hyun does not like maths) and give him harder exercises. A lot of them tell him the same thing:
"Don't expect life to be easy just because of your looks."
He isn't sure what that means. He doesn't think his life is easy.
He likes his brother. He's the smartest person Hyun knows. He has answers to all the questions he asks (even the ones about maths). Even more than that, his brother is kind. He doesn't laugh at Hyun or tell him that he's being bad, even when he draws attention to himself.
He didn't even laugh after their mother gave Hyun a terrible haircut recently, even though all the kids at school did. She had been telling him that he was ugly, that his hair was too long, that it was distracting. Despite how much Hyun had begged her not to cut it too short, she ended up chopping most of it.
He liked his hair. He misses it now that it's all gone.
His brother did not laugh. Instead he ruffled his hair and told him that he looked older. He promised him that he would help Hyun style it as it grew out and maybe even comb it the way he does. They have never looked alike, but perhaps that way there would finally be a similarity.
Maybe Hyun would be able to be a good boy if he was more like his brother.
Hyun at age fifteen is angry. He left home a few months ago, after a particularly nasty fight with his mother. She had found the scripts he had hidden even after she had made him promise to drop performing and work harder at school. It had resulted in a screaming match (another one, they were becoming increasingly common recently). That wasn't the reason he left, though.
He had gotten used to tuning out the yelling. The final straw came a few hours later when his brother came to talk to him. For just a few seconds, Hyun had felt the sense of comfort that he had only ever felt with his brother. He was good at reminding him that her words were just a result of her frustration, that he wasn’t ugly or useless or one of the other things she liked to call him.
But that feeling didn’t last long. His brother's eyebrows were furrowed, a look that did not suit his face, and Hyun knew something was different. Instead of comforting him, his brother had said something along the lines of why haven’t you given up this hobby yet, you know this isn’t going to get you anywhere. You can’t do this forever.
Something like that. Hyun’s ears were ringing too loudly for him to properly hear everything. To have to hear these things from his brother was a betrayal bigger than he had ever felt.
That night, he packed up his most important belongings and slipped out of the house. He hasn’t looked back since. That doesn’t mean he isn’t still angry, though. In fact, the longer he has been away, the angrier he gets.
He has started to see things more clearly. The way he was treated as a small child, like a nuisance who could only do wrong, whose hobbies were annoying and looks were burdensome. The way he has only ever been discouraged, the way he has always been wrong wrong wrong. All while his brother was praised as the perfect child.
The injustice of it makes him seethe with rage. He doesn’t recognize this version of himself, the one who is always a step away from exploding.
It has helped him survive out on the streets, though. His new friends use his anger to help them pull off robberies. He is taller than most kids his age, and when he squares off his shoulders and clenches his jaw, he can look very intimidating. He doesn’t like how it makes him feel afterwards, but he needs the money. Even when he isn’t trying to be intimidating, store owners are usually to busy admiring his face for them to notice the things he’s stealing.
His hair is growing past his ears. He’s not going to cut it again if he can help it. He pins it back and makes tiny little ponytails to keep it out of the way when he’s training.
And oh, he trains. He’s attending auditions like crazy, whenever he can fit them between the short work gigs he lands. He keeps reminding himself that he’s waiting for just one break, that one good show will kick start his career, and he won’t have to live like this anymore.
If only someone would cast him. Every director he has met so far has complimented his skills (which feels good) and his looks (which feels less good) but tells him that he still needs time, and to come back in a few years.
Hyun doesn’t have a few years, he wants to tell them. He wants to scream it, after a while, in each of these director’s faces. He is crashing at a different house every night, on blow-up mattresses and lumpy sofas. He eats only what he can scrounge up in a day, be it from the little money he earns or whatever he can steal. He has his eye on a cheap apartment listing, but it will be a while before he can afford even one month’s rent.
It's the idea of this mythical home (one with no rules, no arguments, no forced haircuts) that keeps him going when his doubts start to creep up on him. He has to believe that he hasn’t made a big mistake, because he’s in too deep now.
Little does he know that he's a week away from landing his first role.
Zen at age twenty is unsatisfied. He keeps getting cast in the same archetype over and over again. His lines feel repetitive, his monologues uninspiring. He wants more for his characters, more for himself. At the same time, he cannot afford to branch out and take risks because he needs the money. On top of that, modelling gigs pay more than acting, so he’s spending more time in front of a camera than he’d like.
With a lot of his jobs centring around his appearance, he has been learning how to care for himself in a way he has never done before. He has treated himself to a few hair care products, and enjoys brushing out his hair every night after stressful days. Investing time in himself feels like an escape from everything else in life. He can be playing the fifth romantic interest character in a row, but at least he will be beautiful doing it.
It’s a phrase he has slowly been learning to get used to. He is beautiful. He is handsome. It’s funny, he has heard it countless times throughout his life, but only recently has it stopped feeling wrong.
He feels like he has hit a wall in his career, and his personal life is not looking any better. His girlfriend broke up with him a week ago and it still doesn’t feel real. He should probably be sadder about it than he is. All he feels is lonely.
She was great, really. They had met after a show and hit it off quickly. At first it was nice. He liked the company, craved the affection she gave him. But with his workload as it is, it was impossible to manage a relationship at the same time. He never got more than a few hours off of work (most of which he spent resting), which cut down on the time they could spend together significantly.
They drifted apart; it was inevitable. And despite him knowing this deep down, he didn’t expect her to leave him like that.
Now he’s lonely and anxious. Not a good combination. For all his regrets about his time spent with the gang, at least he was never lonely.
Some of that anger he carried with him as a teenager can sometimes still flare up in him. He sees people his age who have the support and care of their loved ones, when he ends every night by himself in his crappy apartment on the sofa with a beer and a script. He remembers how unfair things are, how he wishes things could have been different.
Oh well, it's no use dwelling on what could have been. He can only face the future head on and keep pushing. He will try his best to remind himself why he chose this path, despite all the difficulties he is facing.
Zen at age twenty-four has butterflies. He’s on the phone talking to a bubbly stranger and something feels different. They call him often (he’d like to think more often than they call any of the others) and ask him about his day in detail. Despite having received so many compliments throughout his life, when they compliment him, it makes him blush. He feels comfortable, more so than he has in a long time.
He wants to follow this feeling, the excitement and anticipation for as far as it will take him. Something tells him something good is waiting at the end of it.
Pretty pretty please could I ask for L and Zen? Also could I ask for the same for Juju too but only if you don't mind thank u ily 💗
L - Limbs
Zen
As an actor, he knows better than anyone that every movement can be meaningful. The slightest gesture or misstep can reshape an entire movement to mean something entirely different. He prides himself on knowing you so well that he can read your mood just from body language alone.
All this to say, he is very reluctant to pick a favourite part. However, when pressed, he will choose your legs. Watching you move across a room will never fail to mesmerize him, and no matter what you’re wearing, he will always be discreetly (or not so discreetly) checking you out.
Jumin
He loves your hands. He is someone who has been touch starved for most of his life, so the emotions that come with being touched by you, held by you are almost overwhelming.
The security and certainty he feels when holding your hand are unparalleled. All his doubts just melt away, because he knows that as long as you've got him, everything else doesn't matter.
