#sassy mc

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#770 The Son

Mc: The Demon king tried to pick a fight with me today, But by "pure" coincidence I happened to know his son on a first-name basis, I yelled his name and he looked at me and smiled...and after that I told him-

Mc*Looking up at Demon King*Im gonna fuck your son~

Mc: I Gave that demon MORE psychological damage than any ex or his wife, He ever COULD or Have~

[obeymetalesandikemen]

Sassy Mc! Careful hun. He likes sassy!

Part 4: drinking with Nobunaga.

Part 1:

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[ladysyrinx]

Chapter 2: Meet the Demons, Trick the Demon. Dragon, not Lamb Part I: The Demon in the Attic

I take the DDD Lucifer hands me and make the call. The conversation is brief, and I keep my tone friendly and polite.

Once I hang up, I look over the remaining demons.

“Lucifer, you should introduce Tahlia to your brothers,” Diavolo says.

Lucifer looks none too thrilled about this. “I suppose I should, much as I don’t want to.” He proceeds with introductions.

Satan and Asmodeus or Asmo. So I’ve met the avatar of Pride, Wrath, and Lust. Interesting.

“The avatar of Lust and Wrath,” I say to myself, looking them over thoughtfully. Something about this seems very familiar, but every time I reach for the information, the connection to my memories, they slip away, like some elusive siren leading a poor fool to drown. I let it go, feeling a need to focus on my current predicament.

“Do you want a demonstration?” Asmo asks, smiling brightly. I feel my hackles go up. “Just look into my eyes.”

I frown and glare him in the eyes, annoyed that he would think about using his power on me. Whatever it is. I don’t like the sound of lust. I probably shouldn’t meet his gaze, but something in my instincts says not to back down.

“There, that’s right. Now just…” wrinkles form between his eyes as he looks at me. “For some reason it’s not working…”

“If you really thought you could seduce me with a look, you have another think coming,” I say coldly. Let’s set that boundary nice and early.

“So are you saying I could seduce you with something else?” he asks suggestively.

“No. I’m warning you that I’m not going to be falling for your magic tricks, or any other tricks for that matter, so back off.” Asmo looks offended, but several of his brothers snort laughter. Lucifer sighs. Guess this is a common occurrence then.

Okay, self. Should probably try to back off on antagonizing demons. I think you’ve done just about enough for one day. I feel a bit sheepish and hope that one demonstration is enough to convince the others not to try anything untoward.

“However, Asmo, if you would like to be friends and don’t try to use your magic on me, I’m sure we’ll get along very well. I like how your nails are done, by the way.” I’m not sure if it’s enough to patch things up, but an olive branch never hurts, right? Besides, I don’t think I’ve seen a more impressive nail job in my entire life.

Asmo’s eyes widen. “Oh, you noticed? Aren’t my nails just lovely? I mean, I can’t say it’s my favorite part of me, all of me is just so beautiful, you see? Of course you see, you have eyes. Anyway….” He continues off about himself and his beautiful looks and I just watch him, slightly baffled.

“I’d avoid looking into his eyes if I were you. He can charm people into doing what he wants,” Satan says, eyes assessing.

I nod to him. “Noted. Anything else I should be aware of?” I smile brightly at him, hoping that will help him feel more loose-lipped.

“Yes. Don’t make me angry.” he smiles brightly back, but I can feel the warning behind the words. Some part of me feels respect for a fellow practitioner of the smile-facade.

“I had no intention of doing so, but that is also noted,” I reply. Alright, so don’t antagonize that one. Good to know. Probably best that he didn’t try some sort of magic trick first, right?

“And this is Beelzebub, avatar of gluttony, but we call him Beel,” Lucifer says, gesturing to an orange-haired man.

“I’m hungry. Is the meeting about over?” Beel says. Alright, sounds like that avatar is pretty straightforward. That’s a relief, I suppose.

“Pleasure to meet you. Sorry if I’m keeping you from your dinner,” I say, smiling at him.

He gives me a bright, slightly hopeful look. “You understand?” He asks.

“Don’t indulge him,” Lucifer says with a sigh.

I smile at Beel, ignoring Lucifer for a chance at connecting with his brother. “I hate being hungry as well. Just don’t eat me, okay? I’d rather share a meal with you than be a meal.”

Beel looks at me oddly for a moment before smiling. “I’d be happy to show you the good foods in the Devildom! My brothers don’t like going out to eat or get food with me anymore.”

“Your attitude at restaurants is deplorable,” Lucifer says, and I see the other brothers nodding in agreement.

Once more I ignore them, opting to focus on the opportunity to possibly make a friend with shared interests. “I look forward to it, Beel. Not much beats good food,” I say, smiling back. Devildom food. That has to be interesting, right? I find myself looking forward to it. He was serious, right?

Just then the door opens. “The Great Mammon is here! Be grateful! And you better give me all your money after taking my time, human.” A white-haired demon announces loudly.

He looks at me opening his mouth, probably to complain, if that look on his face is any indication. I smile brightly at him. “Nice to meet you in person, Mammon. I’m grateful Lucifer chose such a strong and responsible demon to help me. It seems that he thinks you’re the best demon to make sure this extremely important exchange program is a success by working with me. I think I can see why. So what might you be the avatar of?” I make no indication of the pointedness I’m aiming at Lucifer, leaving it to him to figure out. Because I’m almost certain he’s shoving off an unwanted chore on the brother that didn’t show up for the meeting.

Mammon blinks at me. I worry that the kissing up might have been too obvious, but he seems pleased. And whatever complaints he had seem to have dried up.

“Well, of course. Couldn’t trust just any demon, could he? Lucifer knows THE GREAT MAMMON is the only person he could trust with important work. But I’m not sure a little human like ya deserves the help of the Great Mammon! Maybe if you hand over all your valuables I might consider helpin’ ya.”

Satan explains to me Mammon and his power while Lucifer punches Mammon and scolds him for trying to shake me down. I figure Lucifer’s punishment is a sufficient deterrent from that behavior and don’t add my two cents about trying to take my money.

“Well, it seems I’m in good hands,” I say, smiling at Mammon. He seems a bit flustered.

“Really? Mammon? You need to get better at discerning character, Tahlia. He slacks off at everything,” Asmo says. I see. So they handed me over to the least responsible demon, as I’d suspected. Having it confirmed makes my stomach sink into my feet. I sigh internally. Well, I’d just have to make it work.

“Hey! Of course I’m gonna do a good job! Just you watch!” Mammon protests.

“Perfect! Sounds like we’ll become good friends in no time!” I say brightly.

“Who’d want ta be friends with ya, human?” Mammon asks.

I feel my anger prickle slightly, but keep my smile in place. “Well, I am pretty discerning about the friends I pick.” I look him over, frowning thoughtfully. “Maybe I misjudged you, and you won’t make the cut after all?”

“Hey!” He protests.

I shake my head. “I thought you just said you didn’t want to be my friend. So it shouldn’t matter to you, right?”

“A human like ya would be lucky to have a friend like me!” Mammon insists. I hear his brothers sigh.

“Hm. Well, it’s hard to say if that’s true or not. I’d have to get to know you better before I could really tell.”

“I’m tellin’ ya, I am!” Mammon insists.

I eye him with a mock-assessing look. “Well, maybe. Guess you’ll have to show me how lucky I would be to be friends with you while you’re showing me the ropes.”

“Of course! I’ll prove it to ya once and for all! You’ll feel super embarrassed and be beggin’ for my friendship in no time!” Mammon says.

“I look forward to it,” I smile brightly at him.

I can tell from the looks on his brothers’ faces that they know full well he’s been had, but luckily he himself seems unaware. Hopefully it stays that way. If the one demon that’s supposed to be protecting me slacks off I’m toast, whatever reassurances Diavolo has made.

~End Chapter 2~

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[marshmallowprotection]

Imagine Unknown’s reaction if, when he broke the window, MC just sipped their drink and said “And who the fuck are you?” tiredly

Unknown: Excuse me? 

MC: You heard me. Who the fuck are you, Mister. Hot Topic Reject? I really don’t have time for this so could we speed this up? 

[the-voltage-diaries]

“... On the bright side, we’ll know we can’t cook next time.” - Taki Kozaki [Request]

For @jovanna-shewolf​

This is so delayed. I’m so sorryyyyyy!!

Also, MC is a little sassy here haha, so... hope you have fun reading this?

“Do you hear something burning?” (Y/N) says, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop.

Hear something burning?

I look at her sitting beside me, earphones plugged in, watching some series on her laptop. How in the world could she hear something burning when she had earphones on?

Wait. Don’t we “smell” something when it burns? The heck?

I sigh, internally rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of my own behaviour.

“(Y/N),” I pull one of the earphone ends out of her ear, “Since when did humans learn how to hear something burning?”

“Since the day homo sapiens started to call themselves ‘the wise humans’,” she mutters, snatching the earphone back from my hands, “But seriously, don’t you think something is burning?”

“Seems so,” I say, sniffing the air around me. “I wonder what it is?”

“Yeah...” she says, going back to looking at the laptop screen. 

As I reopen my novel to continue with my reading, I see her pause in my peripheral vision. 

“Taki?” she slowly turns to look at me.

“Hmm?”

“When did you put the pie in the oven for baking?”

“2 hours ago.”

“Oh,” she shrugs. Then freezes. “WHAT?!”

“Hmm?” I look up from the page I was reading, and at her.

“The pie,” she takes a deep breath, “is it still in the oven?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because, Mr. Taki Kozaki, it’s your goddamn pie burning.”

“Ah, I see.”

Wait.

Oh, no.

I shoot up from the couch and rush towards the kitchen. My eyes widen at the sight that awaits me.

“(Y/N)?” I call out, hoping my voice was loud enough for her to hear me.

“Oh no,” she yells back, “I’m not leaving my episode in the middle. Deal with it, Taks.”

“Come over for just a minute.”

“John Reese has me captivated for the time being.”

“You prefer him over me?”

“Have you even heard his voice?”

I sigh, knowing nothing could pull my girlfriend away from Person of Interest when she sat down to watch it.

Oh. One thing could. Maybe.

“(Y/N), come for a second, please!”

“No.”

“Even if I tell you there’s smoke coming from the oven?”

She is right beside me in less than a second. Her eyes widen in horror when she realises I wasn’t lying. There IS smoke coming out of the oven. 

Oh well.

“Oh my fucking lords,” she mutters under her breath, sighing.

“I should at least get points for trying.”

“Points deducted for pulling me away from my show.”

“Points for being nice enough to inform you.”

“Deducted because last I checked, it was I who informed you.”

“But hey,” I say, catching her attention, “... On the bright side, we’ll know we can’t cook next time.”

“We?” she looks at me as if I just told her that I would legally adopt Yosuke as my brother, “We’ll know you can’t cook next time.”

“Right, of course.” I mutter to myself, shaking my head.

[macelight]

smile downward

My phone rumbled lightly, and a text notifier rang out in the otherwise quite room. I rolled my eyes, of course Mammon would be texting during a student council meeting. Out of all of them he was the only one who didn’t think he could get caught. Picking up my D.D.D, I flicked open my chat channel to see what was so important that he decided to risk his older brothers’ wrath. To my surprise, the one I saw on my screen was Levi, and not my bleach blond fool.

“OMG. Did you see the new shin mega trailer? If going to be so GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD.”

I shook my head, as it only took coming to a place analogues to hell to find something to talk about Megaten with. My fingers skittered over the keyboard. “boy you know it. I’m so existed, the color scam is super intense, and we are going to be in another real-life location this time. One I’ve been to!”

“you’ve been there?”

“yeah, its times square.” As I hit sent, I saw another notification hit, and this time it was the face I had been expecting. a smile worked its way across my face as I opened his message to see what was so important.

“your texting Levi. I know your texting Levi.”

I smirked at my phone screen. “Okay, I’ll bite, why do you think I’m texting your brother.”

In seconds, the notifier pinged “he is smiling at his crotch, only Asmo smiles at his crotch for no reason.”

I snorted “I don’t think Az smiles at his crotch, I think he is just getting texts.”  

“your texting him too?!”

“no, he has a lot of people who text him.”

“which means you are texting Levi, as you are the only person aside from us he texts.”

“why do you care that I’m texting Levi? We have a game to talk about.”

“its just the video so far, you won’t even be here when it comes out.”

“your being mean Mammon, stop being mean our I’ll steal your cat toy.”

“my what?”

“your cat toy, the feather thing on your pants. I’ll pull it off your pants.”

“that’s an accessory, and hands off my pants human.”

“boo, your no fun. Let me play with your cat toy Mammon.”

Then, nothing, and I realized I most likely gotten him in trouble with tall dark and rule abiding. Poor boy, but that’s what he got for being nosey.

“he got caught” I could hear Levi’s smug tone threw the letters on my screen “he screamed something about feathers and Lucifer took his D.D.D.” Oh, I was going to hear about this later, but I couldn’t help but cackle at his misfortune.

“anyway, back to the important stuff, the game is going to be set in New York this time…

It was almost 3 hours until I heard from my main moron, his ringtone heralding my incoming lecture, I swiped the green button, and his voice rang out loud enough to strain the speaker “You Bitch, you did that on purpose.”

I took a moment to get my laugher under control “your imagining things, you’re the one who started yelling.”

“if you had simply let it go-“

“Mammon.”

“What?!”

“you angry?”

“Yes!”

“Really angry?”

“Yes!?”

“You know where I am. Say it to my face coward.”

I hung up the phone and waited for the stomping in the hallway.

[sassyweewolf]

I love the sass of the main character in IkeSen!!! It’s so refreshing!

(Also, I’m 100% in love with Hideyoshi, omg)

[unknown-messenger]

Some quick trigger warnings: contains drinking, forced drug use, and violence!

The penthouse was hardly ever quiet anymore. MC and Jumin seemed to be fighting around the clock, even when Jumin wasn’t home. They’d fight over the phone, they’d find ways to argue. The guards honestly thought it’s a miracle they were still together for one, and they hadn’t lost their voices, two.

Jumin had come home late, although it wasn’t from work. He had gone to see Rika and had dinner with her, even though he hadn’t had dinner with his girlfriend for over a week. Been working late and all that.

Jumin walked in the door wearing his usual suit, seeing MC sitting on the couch with her phone in one hand, a mostly full bottle of wine in the other.

“I’m home.” Jumin said from the entryway, taking off his shoes.

“Oh, that’s nice of you.” MC put down the bottle on the side table and stood, going to hug Jumin.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, hugging her back, but mildly sceptical.

“You smell like perfume, and it’s not mine.” MC narrowed her eyes at him, walking away quickly from him - revealing her intentions of the hug and confirming her suspicions.

“Let me guess….either you got a little too comfy with a client…” MC took a swig of wine, “or, you had dinner at Rika’s. Which one.” MC tapped her foot on the floor.

“Can’t I have dinner with a friend?” Jumin sighed heavily, knowing where this conversation was going.

“Okay, let’s talk about that for a minute. First off - you and I haven’t had a meal together in at least a week, and you go see your darling friend Rika who you make goo goo eyes every time you look at her, without even talking to me about it first. So yeah, I take a little bit of issue with that. And don’t make me look like some sort of jealous bitch because of it.”

“Goo goo eyes? You’re so childish.” Jumin rolled his eyes, tone cool.

“Childish? No, I’m concerned this thing between you and Rika is more than friendship, Jumin! Whether you know it or not, I think you still have feelings for her, and what does that make me? Sloppy seconds?!” MC yelled.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?!”

“I don’t know, am I?!”

Jumin stormed out of the penthouse, and MC plopped back on the couch, both equally pissed off at each other and needing some time alone. Muttering to herself, MC turned on the TV to some trashy news network as background noise as she polished off the most expensive bottle of wine that she had taken from Jumin’s storage out of sheer spite.

Not really giving two shits - the rather tipsy MC (she had quite the tolerance), wandered into the massive kitchen, eating a fair amount of the food that Jumin had stored, leaving all of the cupboard doors open, something that she knew drove Jumin crazy.

Deciding to go back to old apartment for the night, she walked into her and Jumin’s shared closet to put on some warmer clothes before going out into the rather chilly night. After changing into some warmer jeans, a sweater, and sneakers, she spotted Jumin’s always neatly kept tie drawer with a devilish smirk. Opening it slowly, she moved each tie down and slightly to the right inside. Letting out a small chuckle, she walked out. MC felt a little bad, but the possibility that he was cheating on her…he kind of deserved it. Some tie disorganization, cupboards open, and a bottle of wine that he could most defiantly replace were nothing compared to the therapy she may need if her suspicions turned out to be true. Even if they weren’t, she may need it anyway.

Sighing, she left the bedroom and the penthouse, the guards first trying to stop her - knowing the consequences from their employer if they allowed his girlfriend to leave intoxicated.

“I’m fine, I swear.” MC promised, walking a straight line - heel-toe, heel-toe, with her finger touching her nose and her arm stretching back out. They noticed that she could walk completely straight, and after looking between themselves, they allowed her to go, not wanting to put up too much of a fight with her.

Going down the elevator, MC passed all of the amenities offered in the building, and walked out the front door, hands in her pockets.

It was quite dark out by now, although the street lamps were very frequent in this part of the city. Nearly no one was out, although you would see the occasional couple walking hand in hand down the street, looking at the shops. MC walked past a jeweller, where there were actually many couples for this hour - both younger and older, looking at rings. Sadly sighing, MC continued on down the sidewalk, not looking back at the high end shop.

MC started to get lost in her thoughts, and the streetlights started to become less frequent. She only snapped out of her thoughts when she ran right into a stop sign, her head hitting the cool metal. Rubbing the sore spot, she looked around, and noticed she had no idea where she was.

“Oh shit.” She whispered to herself. The buildings around her were mostly brick, and some were abandoned, the only two functioning ones closed for the night. She must have been walking for hours. Turning back, MC wandered the way she had came for a few minutes before spotting a long ally way with a gas station on the other side. Hesitant to go down an ally, she looked around for another way - but didn’t see any other choice. Taking out her phone, she noticed it was only 15% charged. She may being paranoid, but paranoid is better than dead. Going into her recents, she called Jaehee - and when she picked up, she just explained that they had to just make random conversation for a few minutes. It didn’t matter about what, and apologized for calling her so late.

Deciding that any plausible attacker would be dissuaded by seeing her talking to someone, MC embarked down the ally. She was most of the way there when the conversation stopped suddenly, MC seeing a frustratingly familiar face lit up dimly by the light of a phone. Blonde hair, green eyes, and a brown and white dress. MC lowered the phone a little, and called Rika’s name slowly - voice dripping with confusion. This wasn’t anywhere near where Rika lived, and what could she possibly be doing around here?

“What are you doing here?” MC asked, looking around her and pressing her phone receiver to her sweater so that Jaehee couldn’t hear them talking.

“To take you to paradise of course.” Rika smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, MC looking at her with a look of horror and confusion, and in her still mildly tipsy state was not able to comprehend much. Jaehee, still on the phone, was calling MC’s name urgently, although no one could hear her. Before MC could say anything - she felt two hands grab her from behind, forcing grabbing her around her waist. She screamed, the grip forcing her to drop her phone. It landed face down - and smashed, ending the call. A cloth was forced over her face, and MC went limp.

~

A undetermined amount of time later, MC woke up with a killer headache, although she doubted it was from any kind of hangover. Blinking her eyes open, she saw a man, or she assumed it was a man, she couldn’t make out his features - they were covered in a black cloak with gold trim - and Rika, although she was wearing a different outfit. When MC tried to move, she found she couldn’t - her arms were chained to a wall.  

“What the hell?” MC said, struggling against the chains, trying to pull herself free, but they only dug into her skin.

Rika seemed to ignore her, turning to the hooded figure.

“Is the elixir ready?” She asked, her voice airy and irritating.

“Not yet, Saviour.”

“Saviour?” MC couldn’t help but chuckle, despite her circumstances. “Saviour of what? Trust me, she’s just a home-wrecker.” MC glared at Rika, who turned around sharply with a rage in her eyes that MC had never seen before. Rika took three quick strides toward the MC and punched her square in the face.

Meanwhile….

Jaehee had informed Jumin of the call immediately after it had ended. Regretful for leaving her alone, and scared he tried calling her again, and again, but to no answer. Calling Seven this time, Jumin was relieved to hear his friend answer the phone.

“I need you to track MC’s phone.” Jumin said before he even said hello.

“Hello to you too.” Seven chuckled. “Why?” He asked, and Jumin could hear a chair sliding and the clacking of a keyboard in the background.

“Something may have happened to her and I can’t reach her. How fast can you-”

“I have her location.” Seven interrupted Jumin, giving him the address. “I’ll meet you there.” Jumin thanked him, Seven hanging up first.

The two of them met in the ally, which was now lit with the natural daylight. They did find MC’s phone, although the screen was cracked.

“Jaehee, you were on the phone with her when you heard it fall, yeah?” Seven asked, still on his knees. Jumin had brought her with him, as she had possible information that could help.

“Yes, it seemed like she was talking to someone, although I don’t know who.” Jaehee answered. “She had muffled the phone or something. I did hear her scream before the call ended.”

“Okay.” Seven muttered under his breath. “So she was probably attacked by someone she knew.” Seven tapped his chin a few times, standing up - taking the phone in his hand.

“Jumin…. does MC wear a smart watch by any chance?”

~~~~

Face beaten and bloodied, MC felt utterly defeated. She was alone in the cell but her hands remained in chains. She allowed her head to slump forward, although it put strain on the back of her neck. Her legs hurt from the so called “Believers” kicking her, and she would no doubt be bruised later. Spitting up blood, MC knew that her suspicions about Rika were true, she did have malicious intentions, and that Rika was insane - but that wasn’t the time to pull “I told you so”. There were bigger things to worry about. There were footprints down the hall, MC lifting her head, seeing Rika about to enter the cell along with two believers, holding some florescent blue-green fluid in their hands.

“Finally we have made the elixir. After me being gone for so long, it took some time to get our hands on the materials again, but we managed.” Rika shot the same sick smile that she was giving MC back to her believers who nodded.

“Now, here you go.” Rika held it out for MC to drink willingly.

“Unless that’s a Blue Hawaiian, I’m not interested.” MC mustered her last bit of sass.

“It is if you want it to be.” Rika said, her voice sickeningly sweet. “I promise, it will bring you to paradise, and we can all be happy.” Rika held it up to her lips, and squeezed her mouth hard, forcing it open. Rika tilted her head back, and forced the liquid down her throat - holding her head back by her hair.

MC held the liquid in the back of her throat, trying to pretend to swallow - but Rika wouldn’t let go, instead covering her mouth and nose until she had to swallow it.

~

By the time Jumin and Seven got to the location that they had tracked her down to, it was nearly dark. The abandoned brick building on the outside of town didn’t look like anything special, it’s boarded up windows looking like Seven had brought them to the wrong place, but there was no way that was the case. Jumin was so anxious he was ready to storm the place, but Seven reminded him that they needed to know what was in there first - otherwise they could end up getting themselves killed, and what could would that do MC?

Jumin ensured that his connections would be ready for when they called him to come in, as they were going to be ready and waiting in the air in nearly twenty minutes. The watch was a little harder to trace due to the lack of signal to anything, but he was still able to manage it. It’s bluetooth connection to some of the phone’s capabilities had been severed, but it was still trackable - it just took some more working around.

As he finished hacking into the surveillance system, Seven turned to the anxious and irritated Jumin.

“Okay, here’s how we find her, without finding her.” Seven showed Jumin his screen, before he turned it back to himself allowing Jumin to look over his shoulder.

Seven flipped through many of the cameras finding nothing but strange people in cloaks walking around the building, doing nothing of interest, until they spotted someone shocking. A pale blonde woman. Seven stopped the camera, and froze the frame.

“Is that….?” Seven trailed off, zooming in on the image.

“Rika?” Jumin finished, his voice cracking. Jumin pulled out his phone, noticing he had one bar, and called Rika, telling Seven to go back to where she was presently. Confirming their hypothesis, the woman they had seen on the CCTV pulled a phone out of her back pocket and answered at the same time as Rika on the other line of Jumin’s call.

“Hi Jumin!” Rika said in her usually cheerful voice, which Jumin now found very eerie. “What’s going on?” She asked, and Jumin couldn’t answer. “Jumin?” She said after a minute of no response. “Did you butt dial me?” She laughed, and hung up after a minute of nothing on his end.

“Oh my God.”

~~

MC’s vision had gone very strange. This wasn’t like being tipsy or drunk, this was something completely different. She was seeing almost double, and every colour was brighter than it had previously seemed. She swayed in her chains, and when she blinked, it was slower than before. She felt like she could hear everything, and there were whispers all around her. Small whispers, not quite saying words, but…saying something. Like…what you would do when you’re young to look like you’re telling a secret to someone but you’re not really saying any words. pishpishpsihpsihspih…..pishpishpsihpsihspih….pishpishpsihpsihspih….

~~~

Seven and Jumin continued to flip through the CCTV cameras looking for MC, before they finally found her. Or, at least…what looked like her. She was beaten, bloody, and acting strange. Seven zoomed in, and they could make out a little of her facial features. She was very swollen and bruised, swaying her head back and forth. Her pupils were very dilated, and she looked just…awful.

Jumin opened the car door, getting out and running his hands through his hair roughly. Seven got out as well, still holding the laptop.

“Alright, I know where this is in the building. I know a way in…their security is pretty dodgy. Let’s just get her - and go. We’ll deal with the rest of this later.” Seven put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Seven lead the way - down the grassy hill carefully and into one of the only windows not covered by boards. The men had to climb in individually, and it was a very tight squeeze for both of them - but they managed. Jumin simply followed Seven silently - the expert hacker having a nearly photographic memory - and the fear of getting caught too high for Jumin to speak.

They did manage to find the hallway leading to the cell where MC was kept without anyone seeing them - although they did hear some people walking and conversing on the floors above them. From the sounds of it, they were preparing for some sort of ritual?

Rounding the corner to MC’s cell, Seven stopped them upon hearing voices. Two male, one distinct female voice - Rika’s voice.

The sound of MC’s cell opening clattered through the hall - nearly echoing, and Seven thought for a moment before gesturing for Jumin to follow him - but as silently as possible.

Figuring this was the only chance they would get with MC’s cell unlocked, Seven grabbed one of the hooded men and threw him into the other while Jumin ran into the cell - grabbing Rika by the arm before she could strike MC across the face. She turned around suddenly - shocked to see Jumin standing there.

“Jumin?!” She cried out, so shocked tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Jumin didn’t even answer her, he just pressed the button on his watch - and the boarded windows broke in, a whole team of geared men breaking into the building - one grabbing Rika and the others running to storm the rest of the building. Jumin shouted out to the one with Rika to give him the keys to the chains that bound MC that she had, to which he demanded she give him - and she eventually complied after he twisted her arm behind her back. Jumin freed MC without a second thought, grabbing her before she fell and gently holding her in his arms. Jumin and Seven took her to the Hospital, Jumin sitting in the backseat with her the whole time.

“MC? Can you hear me?” He asked while they sat in the back of Seven’s car, on the way to the Hospital. MC nodded and looked around the car - still dizzy and disoriented - her head felt like it was splitting in two.

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Jumin hardly left the hospital. MC was there for days, the doctors analyzing what was put in her system. It was a mixture of many different things, and according to several doctors, she was lucky that it was given orally. Now in police custody, Rika was arrested for assault, attempted murder, and kidnapping. Once he finally got to take MC home, Jumin waited on her hand and foot, catered to her every need.

“It’s not your fault you know.” MC chuckled one evening as he brought her a glass of water in bed, even though she insisted she could get it herself. “It’s not like you kicked me out, I went for the walk by my choice.” She smiled at him, gesturing for him to lie down next to her.

“I know,” Jumin replied, complying with her silent request, “but I still feel if I had come home to have dinner with you instead it wouldn’t have–”

“She would have found some other way then.” MC rested her head under Jumin’s chin. “Let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

“There’s nothing more to fight about.” Jumin chuckled.

Here you go! Hope you enjoyed, thanks for the ask!!!

I apologize for my unnecessarily sassy MC - that’s just how it be today.