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Hii, i hope u are ok <3 I can ask you for requist 49 + Jumin? Please ♡ Thank u

Hi anon!! Thank you for the request!! I just finished replaying Jumin's route this week and a particular conversation in one of the story modes stuck out to me, so this is my excuse to write about it. Some of the lines of dialogue are taken directly from the VN, and some are modified. I hope you enjoy!! <3

#49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath

The penthouse is too big for even the two of you. After spending most of the day by yourself waiting for him to come back home, you couldn’t imagine how he survived living here by himself. Then again, judging by the way he had been acting since you arrived, maybe he hadn’t. You noticed how he smiled in surprise at your greeting when he finally returned earlier this evening.

His is a unique type of loneliness, you think. For all the people that surround him, that keep his life together for him, he’s so desperately alone.

After he arrived, you sat together on the luxurious sofa and talked. The chef he had called to prepare you both dinner was due to arrive in a few hours. For now, all you had was the bottle of wine that he brought back for you. Not that you minded.

In a lull in conversation, you notice his expression change. Where before it was soft and lighthearted, now a small crease had formed between his eyebrows, like something was pulling at the back of his mind. He suddenly felt quite distant, like he had retreated into himself.

“Jumin? Is everything alright?” You ask tentatively. You wonder if the loss of Elizabeth has finally hit him.

At the sound of your voice, his expression smooths out again, but his eyes still remain distant. “Yes. Sorry, I must have got lost in thought for a minute.”

“Is it related to what you told me last night?” Last night, in the low lamplight, his face had held a similar expression to the one he was now wearing. You try to recall the words he had used. “The… threads?”

With a small smile, he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’ve never had anyone read me as well as you can. It’s like you’re inside my mind.” He looks at you warmly. “Well, I did tell you that I’d explain it later, and… I think I’m ready.” He takes a sip of wine before continuing. His eyes drift over your shoulder to where you know the big, empty cage sits and his eyes become distant again.

“When I was very little, there was a tangled ball of thread inside my mind. In the beginning, I tried to make sense of it, untangle it. But everyone around me only tangled it more and more. The women my father brought home, my teachers, my caretakers.”

He swills the wine around his glass as he talks. His voice is low, calmer than it has been all day. In his vulnerability, he’s oddly serene. Maybe he’s been waiting for this.

“Eventually, it became easier to pretend like it wasn't there. I hoped it would go away if I ignored it. Instead, it just kept getting bigger and bigger. Most people… they pretend not to see it. They complement me on my talents, my appearance, they sugarcoat all their words.” He grimaces.

“What do they mean to you? The threads, I mean.” Although you had an idea, you wanted to hear the words from him.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never managed to put it into words. All I know is that it sometimes threatens to suffocate me.”

You feel the overwhelming urge to reach out to him. Before you do, he continues.

“Until recently, I thought that Elizabeth was enough. She listened to me, looked at me with those understanding eyes of hers. But I was just projecting what I wanted to see. She’s a cat.” At that admission he seems to deflate a bit.

Hearing that coming from him was alarming. You had seen firsthand how much he treasured Elizabeth. “But talking to her brought you comfort. That doesn’t count for nothing.”

“That’s true, but I think I put too much importance in her. I was foolish to think that she could see into my mind. It was irresponsible of me.” When he looks at you, there’s an intensity in his gaze that makes you blush. “I feel like… I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to arrive. For you to look at me and see the mess in my head. I want you to see me completely, not just as others see me.”

Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the earnest look on his face, but you’re overcome with the need to hold him. You put down your glass and throw your arms around him, pulling him tightly towards you. His breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t move, but you feel him relax in your arms. You wonder if he has ever been held like this before.

His breath comes in uneven, short bursts. It tickles against your ear and you resist the urge to squirm. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer still. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and breathy. “I’m so happy I waited for you. I feel like, with you here, I'll finally be able to untangle this mess.”

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Hi, for the writing request, can I ask for 16 with Saeran? Thank you❣

Here it is! The last of the Valentine's Day requests! Thank you for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy <3

#16: Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless

Settling down together in the evening to watch a show or movie has become a small tradition of yours. You’ll prepare the snacks while he sets up everything in the living room, then you’ll huddle together under a big blanket and watch.

One of the qualities he finds most endearing about you is how excitable you get when the plot gets tense. You’ll bounce in your seat and clap your hands together and grab at him. If it were anyone else, he’d hate it. You’re his exception. There’s a reason why he keeps picking mysteries. He'll watch your face intently when the pieces start to come together.

One night, just as the murderer is being unmasked, you excitedly go to nudge him and end up poking him in the ribs. You don’t intentionally tickle him, but he squirms and a small chuckle escapes him. You both freeze and look at each other. You’ve never heard him make a noise like that. After a moment of silence, you burst out laughing.

“Saeran, are you ticklish?”

He can see it in your eyes, there’s no way to get out of this one. Your expression might seem innocent, but he knows better. “No. I’m not,” he replies, trying to keep his face serious.

“Are you sure?” You go to poke him again and he instinctively grabs your hand. He retaliates by tickling your side, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Is this what we’re doing now?” He asks. His voice is deeper than it was a minute ago. Yes, it is.

You manage to pull your hand free, and soon it’s a free-for-all, with you both trying to get at each other first. The blanket that was draped over both your laps gets kicked off, and the tv is quickly forgotten.

The sound of him laughing with such glee only fuels you on more. However, he’s terribly competitive when he wants to be. Before long, he has you pinned down and laughing hysterically.

“Okay! Okay! I surrender!” You shout between breaths.

He leans back and smiles smugly. Settling back into his seat, he helps you back up next to him and reaches for the blanket from the floor. You rest your head on his chest and smile contentedly. As he rewinds the show back to where you missed, he leans in and says, "Just wait till you see who did it."

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Ooh, requests! Could I maybe get....38 + Ray? ^^

Hi!! Thank you so much for the request! Writing for Ray is something that's definitely out of my comfort zone, I hope I did him justice here <3

#38. Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt

Hidden amongst the bushes of the gardens at Mint Eye, it feels like you and Ray are the only two people on earth.

This morning, he knocked on your door and asked you to come on a walk with him in the gardens. There’s a flower bush that he wanted to show you that had recently bloomed. It’s worth the detour through untrimmed grass and narrow passages to see the flowers. The whole bush is blooming in varying shades of purple and blue. He tells you that they’re hydrangeas, a new plant he’s recently been tending to in this part of the gardens.

“I missed you yesterday, Ray. You said you had a lot of work to do…. Did you get enough rest afterwards?”

“Oh… I missed you too! I’m happy you were thinking about me. Thinking about seeing you today made my work go by much faster!”

He’s avoiding the question, though you already know the answer. The dark circles under his eyes have gotten worse since you last saw him.

You impulsively reach for him, wrapping your fingers around the exposed skin of his wrist. He’s too far away from you, always too far away. His pulse races under your fingertips. Even though it’s a sunny day, his skin is cold. It seems like he’s always cold. You imagine wrapping him in your arms and holding him till he’s warm again.

“Ray, can you please come closer?”

You don’t let go of his wrist as he takes a few unsteady steps towards you. He’s close enough now that you can feel his shaky breath on your skin. It gives you goosebumps. Much better.

You gesture to his glove. “Is it alright if I take this off? I want to hold your hand.”

His eyes widen. “You… want to hold my hand?” He hesitates for a moment, looking around as if he’s expecting someone to jump out from behind the bushes and scold him for even considering it. He doesn’t need to worry; you’re far off the path, shielded from any believers who might be walking around.

He meets your eyes and hesitantly nods. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you gently pull the glove off his hand. Underneath, you find his fingertips cold as ice.

“You’re freezing. Would you like to go back inside? It’s warmer there.”

“No! I mean… you’ve been inside since yesterday, and I want to stay out here a bit longer with you before we go back…”

“Well, then I’ll just have to find another way to warm you up.” A few ideas come to mind.

Before he can ask you what you mean, you take his hand and slowly guide it up under the hem of your shirt and let it rest on the warm skin underneath. You suppress a small shiver that you’re not sure is from the temperature difference or the feeling of his skin on yours.

You laugh softly over the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze. “Here, you can borrow some of my warmth. I don’t mind sharing if it’s you.”

His breath catches in his throat, but something about the way he’s looking at you tells you that he won’t run away from you now.

“I… don’t deserve this from you.”

“Yes, you do. I care about you, Ray. I don’t want you to feel cold. Would you like to warm your other hand too?”

His face flushes bright red. He tries to reply, but all that comes out is an incoherent string of words.

“Ray?”

He takes a breath and tries again.

“I - you.. Will you… help me take the other glove off?” He asks, holding up his free hand. You happily oblige him, carefully pulling it off his shaking hand.

He hesitantly slips his other hand up under your shirt to sit on the other side of your waist. Your heart is hammering in your chest now. Does he know how many times you’ve imagined situations like this over the past few days when you were alone in that room?

His breath is coming in fast, short breaths. He’s standing completely still, as if he’s worried one wrong movement will ruin everything. As if he could ruin anything.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… I think I am… Your skin is so soft. Can we stay like this for a while?”

"Yes, we can. I'd like that very much."

Your eyes lock with his and you really do feel like the only two people on earth. Time could stop, the world could end, and it wouldn’t matter as long as his hands were on your waist and his eyes were fixed on you.

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hi Faye! for your valentine's day prompts, could you do Saeran + 42? 💖

Kai!! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

#42: Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd

Your friends always joke about how you and Saeran hold hands wherever you go. The truth is you’re always touching in some way. Thighs pressed against each other under the table at meetings, your head resting on his shoulder after a long day, his arms around you when you’re falling asleep. And yes, always holding hands.

In the beginning, when he reached for you, it was out of a need to feel you near him. When you were the only person he knew in bustling rooms full of strangers, he held your hand like you were his only tether to reality.

In the too-big, too empty living room of the bunker, you sit touching each other. Despite the fact that the sofa is big enough for you to both stretch out and be comfortable. It’s like you’re trying to keep the emptiness out by keeping each other close. When his head gets heavy with old doubts and memories, holding your hand is what reminds him that you’re real, that you’re with him.

His fingers are slender, with bitten nails. He’s been working on breaking the habit though, and they’re better than they were when you first got to know him. The skin of his fingertips is soft, and it never fails to make you shiver when he delicately traces them over your skin. They are always cold, no matter how warm it is, no matter how many layers he’s wearing. He tells you it’s bad circulation. It doesn’t stop you from trying to rub some warmth into them any chance you get.

Over time, has learned to trust that you’re not going to disappear. He reaches out to you not out of desperation, but out of a want. A desire to feel the warmth of your fingertips. To feel connected to you.

There’s supposed to be a full moon tonight. The air is cold, chill winds carrying the promise of winter. You’ve wrapped yourselves up in scarves and jackets and have decided to go out to watch it. You live far enough away from the city for the lights to not block out the night sky. On a night like tonight, you feel like you could reach up and touch the stars overhead. Like you could pull them down one by one to give to him.

You lie side by side on a spread-out blanket, arms linked and fingers intertwined. You’re not sure how long you’ve been out for. Time seems to move differently on nights like these. Lying still, the cold has gotten through your layers and you try to suppress a small shiver. He feels it anyway.

“It’s getting cold, let’s go back inside. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.” You already warm at the thought. He makes you the best hot chocolate you’ve ever had.

He gets up and holds his hand out to help you up too. He doesn’t let go of your hand once you’re standing. You can’t help a small smile that he notices.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You still hold my hand, even though it’s just us out here.” He hears the affection in your voice. Does he know how much these small things still fill you with such happiness? You hope he does.

He squeezes your hand and returns your smile. He doesn’t need to say anything else.

You make the walk back home together, hand in hand with nobody but the moon and stars to watch you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

In his freedom, he learned that he’s allowed to do the things he so desperately wanted to do before. He’s allowed to look at the sky for as long as he wants. He can eat when he’s hungry and sleep when he’s tired. He can hold your hand.

He doesn’t need to explain that need to you. You feel it too.

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Hallooo fayeee~ May I request number 18 in the prompt list for 707, pleasee^^ thank you~ 🙇‍♀️💕💕💕

Hi Chip!! I was hoping that someone would ask for this prompt - especially for Seven. I hope you enjoy <333

#18: Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room

This is the first party you’ve attended since joining the RFA. A year after bringing Saeran home, a year after the trials, a year since the twins have been free.

You’ve been given months, instead of a week, to plan this one. The guest list is significantly longer (though no less strange), the hall apparently twice as large. To say you were overwhelmed is an understatement.

The week leading up to the party, you’re antsy. You visit the venue for the third time, call the caterers to re-confirm the time. Everything has to be perfect. Finally, on the day of the party, you show up early in the morning, ready to get to work. While Yoosung sets tables and hangs up decorations, Saeyoung takes care of the donation system and discusses security measures with the team you hired. Every member of the RFA is busy preparing in some way.

Within a few hours, the big echoey hall is transformed into a completely different space. There's a carpet rolled out to guide guests to make donations. There are tables with elegant centrepieces dotted around the room. There's an extravagant spread of food laid out on a table against the back wall. You feel a rush of gratitude to the rest of the members. You've all worked so hard to get here. Now it's up to you.

There’s a moment before the party starts where it’s just you and Saeyoung standing by the door. The lights are twinkling, the caterers are all set up in the kitchen, and the musicians are done warming up. You’re dressed in the outfit you had hanging up on the back of your door all week and now you’re practicing your greeting over and over in your head.

He fidgets with the hem of his shirt sleeve. You’re not the only person nervous for tonight. You know that for him, this party marks a milestone. Sure, he had been free for a year, but events like this were a first. He had spent the past few months trying to find out who he was under all the years of denial and self-deprecation. He was finding out who he wanted to be.

You know that sometimes, he worried if it was enough just to be Saeyoung. Who would want him around if he wasn’t always entertaining? A whole new level of self consiousness plagued him. Being yourself for the first time is a new level of vulnerability.

You slip your hand into his and give his fingers a squeeze. You look at him and hope he understands what you’re trying to tell him. Before you can get a reply, the first guests enter. Then, all at once, it begins. The music starts and you get swept up in greetings. He squeezes your hand back before leaving your side.

Without realizing it, an hour passes, then another. By the time you manage to free yourself from a group of old-fashioned musicians starting their third ‘back in our days’ story, you realize how full the hall has become.

You swipe a glass of champagne from a waiter and skirt the clusters of people. A few minutes to catch your breath and survey the state of the party is all you need. You can’t help but feel a small burst of pride. The guests are all occupied, enjoying the spread of food and networking. Some are even dancing on the dance floor you decided to set up last minute. All your work and worrying was not for nothing, You spot your friends spread out across the hall. You’re looking for one person in particular though.

You eventually spot him just a few tables away. Saeyoung’s standing in a group of people amongst whom you recognize his friend Tom and a group of tech enthusiasts. He’s talking animatedly, though his movements are softer than they used to be, and his smile actually reaches his eyes.

He catches you watching him and his expression changes. When he smiles this time, it’s softer, warmer. This smile is just for you. From across the room, he’s telling you it’s alright. I’m going to be alright.

You believe him.

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Faye!!! 💕 I saw your requests open!!! I was hoping maybe I could request number 28 with Zen from your prompt list!! What a cute event for Valentine’s Day!!!! Thank you so much dear friend!! I can wait to read what you share!!!

Lea!! Thank you for the request!! I was excited to write this one, it's such a perfect prompt for Zen! I hope I managed to capture it the way you imagined <3

#38: Sharing a drink with them from the same straw

It’s an abnormally warm day for the season. The trees are all different shades of orange and yellow and fallen leaves crunch under your feet as you walk. The colors contrast beautifully against the clear blue sky.

You and Zen had gone out for a walk in the park by your house to take advantage of the weather. You liked to make a habit of it, especially after long days cooped up indoors. It was the perfect time to talk about anything that was on your mind and enjoy the outdoors together.

He’s in a cheerful mood today; rehearsals went well and he got out early. The sun shines off his hair and make it look like he’s glowing. You don’t have to tell him he’s beautiful because he read it in the way you look at him. There’s a small, selfish part of you that’s happy that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. Vulnerable, loving, glowing. He holds your hand and you’re all his.

You decide to take the long way around, trying to make the most of the sun. He stops in the middle of an explanation about a song he’s working on to point out a bright little kiosk selling desserts. It must be new; you’ve never seen it in this park before.

“Princess! Do you feel like something sweet?” he asks. You don’t miss the flirtatious tone to his voice.

“Always, my love.”

“Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll go get us something?” He points to a bench just a few steps away. “I think I know what you’d like.”

You sit on the bench and watch him as he peers at the menu board. He takes his time looking at all the options before he spots something that seems to satisfy him. He leans in to ask the vendor something. You only become more curious when the vendor laughs and nods. Luckily, it doesn’t take long before you find out what they were talking about. He returns to you holding a milkshake, and you laugh as he comes closer and you notice a little heart design on top. He’s right, he knows exactly what you’d want.

Of course, your dramatic Zen couldn’t miss the opportunity to recreate a scene straight out of a romantic movie with you. He’s in luck because you are more than willing to play your part.

As he settles down beside you, looking pleased with himself, you drape your legs over his lap so that you’re facing him. It’s not often that you allow yourselves to be so openly romantic in public, but the park was almost empty, and the few people who pass aren’t paying you much attention. He flushes and opens his mouth, probably about to warn you about the beast, but you make a gesture to quiet him.

“Thank you, my love. This is wonderful.” You take a sip and hum. It’s not often that you have treats like this, which makes it taste that much sweeter. “Here, try it, it’s really good.”

You offer him the drink and he gladly takes a sip. You sit like that on the bench passing it back and forth until the milkshake is finished.

He’s usually extravagant with his romantic gestures, but this small moment makes your heart race in the same way that any grand gesture does. Having him so close to you, so beautiful in the sunlight, wholly yours, is all you need.