Hey i was just thinking about something sad ending , it's after ending story,i wonder how RFA members would react when they had a huge fight with MC (bcs of their fault) and then MC get into an accident and died?i love your story about imagining mm ❤
Youguys should know that my friends know me as a very sadistic writer,so I have no problem getting cruel with this stuff.
-Jumin had been focusing wholly on work for a while now, which youdon’t particularly mind, he is the corporate heir after all, but he’dhardly said anything at all to you
-so when he calls your name one evening you perk up, hoping he wantsto talk or something
-“Could you grab me another pen? This one’s starting to run out ofink”
-you two start arguing almost instantly
-you’re stressed and feel ignored and used, while he’s stressed andover worked
-it’s late at night so both of you are tired as well and Jumin hasn’teaten much
-you’re both more emotional and on edge
-the fight is not mild at all
-the security guards outside wonder if they should interfere
-eventually, you end the fight but storming out, stomping down thestairs and into the night
-you’re walking down the sidewalk in grumbling rage, but when you’reyanked into a side alley and feel a gun press against your back, youforget everything you could have possibly been mad about
-“J-just give me your money, and I’ll let you walk,” a voice saysfrom behind you, slightly nervous
-you move jerkily, forgetting to say anything, only trying to reachfor where you would normally keep your wallet
-the robber has never done this before, he’s tense and his hands aresweaty
-so when you move suddenly his finger tightens around the triggerbefore he even realizes it
-you collapse, clutching your guts and panting, not noticing as theguy scrambles to get away
-the police don’t get to you soon enough
-by the time the ambulance gets there, you’re gone
-when Jumin hears about this, everything stops
-he runs to the scene, not even stopping to get in the car, he justneeds to get there, can’t believe this is happening
-police try to stop him, but he pushes past them, dropping down byyour corpse, his pants quickly ruined by the blood pooled around you
-he touches your shoulder lightly, praying that you’ll open your eyesand jump up saying he deserved to be scared like this after yellingat you like he did
-your features stay still, frozen in pain
-he leans down slowly, clenching his jaw
-the last thing you ever heard from him was him shouting he has anactual job he needs to do, unlike you
-“I’m sorry,” he whispers hoarsely
-“I just don’t see why you have to be so touchy with them.”
-“MC, they’re my fans, I can’t exactly be ignore them-”
-“You kissed one girl’s cheek for a selfie today!”
-“That was just for the picture, it didn’t mean anything”
-you throw your hands up, exasperated
-you couldn’t believe he didn’t see the problem with this
-you wouldn’t care if Zen put an arm around his fans or hugged themfor pictures, that was normal, but he repeatedly kept going farther,like kissing cheeks or winking
-you knew he wasn’t trying to be suggestive or anything, knew that hejust didn’t realize how much it hurt to see him do that repeatedlywith other people
-so you were hoping that if you said something, he would realize andstop
-but it didn’t seem like it would be that way
-“I’m going for a drive, maybe you can think about who you’reactually dating, me or your fans” you snap, slamming the doorbehind you
-Zen groaned, dropping down on the sofa and rubbing his eyes
-he didn’t see why what he was doing was such a big deal
-he’d always done things like that for pictures with fans
-he knew he was just posing, his fans knew that, so why were you soupset about it?
-he decides to text Jaehee, she might be able to explain
-“Zen, they’re jealousand feel threatened. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t mean anything,it’s still upsetting for MC to see.”
-he immediately regrets what he said and is about to call you toapologize, when his screen lights up with a call from you
-he smiles, hitting the answer button
-“I-I’m so sorry, who is this? I called an ambulance, b-but…” avoice Zen has never heard before stutters
-he bolts upright “who are you? Why do you have MC’s phone? Whatambulance?”
-“You’re friend, I’m really sorry, they swerved to avoid a cartuning a-and hit the median, I-I dunno if they’ll-”
-Zen bolts out of the house, jumping onto his motorcycle and speedingto where he had been told the accident was
-he gets there just in time to see the ambulance pull away and followsit to hospital
-he rushes inside, leaning over the secretary’s desk and panting,saying there had been an accident on the highway and he’d followedthe ambulance here, that he needed to know if you were okay
-the secretary, after finding out who Zen was talking about, directshim to the waiting room, saying that he can wait there until thedoctors finish
-he’s only there for about half an hour, pacing and twisting his handsnervously, before a nurse walks over to him with a sullen face
-“you’re MC’s boyfriend, correct?” she asks and Zen nods quickly.The nurse sighs, looking down at the clipboard in her hands “thedoctor’s did all they could, but there was too much trauma to thebrain, I’m so sorry, they passed away”
-Zen stumbled back, staring at the nurse, processing her words buttrying his hardest not to
-“no,” he croaked, shaking his head quickly “no, they can’t- MCcan’t…”
-“would, would you like to see them?” the nurse offered gently
-Zen hardly realized he was being led upstairs and down hallways, theworld was blindingly bright and he could hardly look at anything
-noises echoed around him but he didn’t understand what they were, allhe could hear was what the nurse had said to him, the words “trauma”and “passed away” resounding against his skull
-then a door was opening and Zen saw your body stretched out on atable, a white blanket covering you completely
-“there was a lot of damage, you probably don’t want to pull theblanket off” the nurse suggests tentatively
-Zen walks across the room to the bed, reaching out to pull theblanket back without thinking before freezing up
-he didn’t want to see your mangled face, didn’t want to have thatimage seared into his mind
-he wanted to remember, beautiful and perfect and alive, wanted tokeep your memory pure like how you were
-slowly, he drops to his knees, gripping the railings of the bed andsqueezing his eyes shut as tears rush down his face
-“I love you,” he chokes “I love only you”
-“For the last time, no! I need to study for my finals, I can’t goget something to eat!” Yoosung snaps, glancing away from hiscomputer to look at you
-you inhale deeply, closing your eyes and nodding slowly
-you hadn’t meant to annoy him, but he’s been studying nonstop and youfigured he could use a break, so suggested going out for dinner
-“I’ll go get something from the store then,” you sigh, grabbingthe umbrella and walking out into the rain
-Yoosung hardly grunts in acknowledgment, continuing his work on hisfinal paper
-he jumps at the noise of tires screeching outside, and gets up,looking out the window to see if things were okay
-his skin pales and he spins around, sprinting out of the apartmentand down the stairs
-he drops down next to you, gripping your hand as you struggle forbreath
-“Sorry,” you gasp, clenching your eyes shut
-“N-no, no don’t- call an ambulance!” he shouts, looking arounddesperately
-he sees the driver who hit you scrambling with their phone andtalking quickly
-“Yo-you’ll be alright,” he whispers, stroking your face withtrembling hands. “we’ll get you to the hospital, you’ll be fine,you’ll be fine,” his breath hitches while he blinks rain and tearsout of his eyes
-you force a smile, opening one slightly and nodding, squeezing hishand back softly
-“MC, don’t worry,” he continues, “you’ll be fine”
-your eye slides shut and your features relax slowly, your grip on hishand loosening
-“MC!” he shouts, letting go of your hand and clenching yourshoulders, “MC, wake up! W-wake up.”
-he exhales in a loud, drawn out sob, dropping his head against yourchest, his chest heaving and shoulders shaking
-when the ambulance pulls up, he starts screaming, clinging onto yourbody and shouting your name desperately
-the EMTs have to pull him off of you
-when they do, he collapses, pressing his hands over his eyes andsobbing, shaking his head
-“come back,” he cries, lifting his head to stare at the EMTsstanding around your body
-“I’m sorry,” he gasps, “don’t leave me.”
-she sighs as you sit down across from her with that stubborn look onyour face that always means you’re about to ask for or say somethingthat Jaehee won’t like
-“you need take a break” you say simply
-she shakes her head simply, she was used to functioning like this, itwasn’t too much. “I’m fine”
-“You dropped a customer’s order today”
-“Am I not allowed to make a mistake?” she sighs, rubbing her eyes
-“You never drop things, Jaehee, you’re over loaded, just take a dayoff”
-you clench your jaw, crossing you arms “do you not trust me to runthe cafe for a day?”
-“Then it should be fine if you take a day off”
-“No, that’s not the problem”
-“There shouldn’t be any other problem, if you trusted me to takecare of things for just oneday you wouldn’t havea problem with taking a break.”
-Jaehee leans forward, looking at the papers she had been filling out.“MC, can we talk about this later? I’m busy”
-“god” you mumble in annoyance, standing up and walking out,grabbing your coat on the way
-she watches you leave without saying anything, deciding she’d giveyou some time to calm down then try to come up with a compromise
-that night, she went to bed alone and when she woke up, she was stillalone
-with a yawn, she gets up, walking into the living room, expecting youto be sleeping on the couch
-she frowns when she sees you’re not there
-she heads downstairs, looking in the kitchen in case you had gottenup early
-a knock on the door to the cafe surprises her and she turns around,heading into the main part of the cafe
-her eyebrows furrow together as she sees a policeman waiting on theother side of the glass
-she unlocks the door, opening it and asking if she can help him
-she nods, a sense of dread starting to fall over her
-“We found the body of MC a few blocks down, it looks like it was anaccident,” he pauses, “I’m sorry for your loss”
-she swallows, covering her mouth and staring at the man, wide eyed
-her face is wet with tears but she doesn’t feel them
-she shakes her head slightly, taking a step back
-“no,” she whispers, memories of last night flashing through hermind, soon switching to any other memory of you
-she feels the floor against her knees, but doesn’t remember falling
-staring at the floor with her mouth still covered, she shakes herhead again
-“MC I get you’re bored, but I really need to finish this!” Sevensnapped, glaring at his screen. “Leave me alone for half a minute!”
-you recoil, looking down and biting your lip
-“sorry,” you grumble, “you don’t have to act like when we firstmet,” you add angrily, turning around and leaving quickly
-Seven glanced at the door as you pulled it shut, and sighed
-he hadn’t meant to snap, but this assignment was really stressing himout and he just wanted to finish it as quickly as possible
-he groans in annoyance as his security system alerted him thatsomeone was trying to get in, and twisting around to look at themonitor
-he jumps up, his chair falling backwards as he sees some guy he had arun in with before holding a gun against your head
-before Seven can move, the man holds up a note that reads “yourturn” before pulling the trigger
-Seven hears the muffled bang before you collapse on the ground, bloodquickly spilling out of your head
-he stumbles backwards, spinning around and scrambling to get outside
-he falls onto his knees, lifting your head quickly
-he has to hold down the bile threatening to escape from his stomachwhen he sees your eyes, glazed over and staring up at nothing
-he chokes on his breath, hugging your body to his chest and rockingback and forth, whispering apologizes hoarsely over and over again
-“Please wake up, MC” he asks softly, squeezing his eyes shut assobs rack his body, knowing you won’t
