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Meet the Admins!

Hello, this is a post from both of the admins running the account, just for an idea of what kind of people we are lol. We’ll give a little bit of information about ourselves, and maybe a few random facts. These facts will not include our real names, but instead our aliases.

The rest of the facts will be put under a cut so as not to spam anyone’s feed. 

~Admin Lotus~

~ 14

~ Caffeine addict (Coffee)

~ Favorite Character: Vanderwood

~ Favorite Route: Jumin’s Route

~ Routes done- 

- Yoosung’s Route

- Jaehee’s Route

- Zen’s Route

- 707′s Route

- Jumin’s Route

^Admin Thorn^

^ 15

^ Sugar addict (Sweets, etc)

^ Favorite Character: Saeran / Unknown

^ Favorite Route: 707′s Route

^ Routes done:

- Yoosung’s Route

- Jaehee’s Route

- Zen’s Route

- 707′s Route

And that’s about it for the information we allow ourselves to share. Admin Thorn normally draws artwork for each ficlet/headcanon posted, while it is normally admin Lotus who writes out the post. We both do what we can to upload writings, but there is NO uploading schedule.

We do except requests, though, and we will be happy to do them for the readers. 

There will be times when there will be no new posts due to crap with school, and crap with things happening in real life. For the two of us, it is very possible for it to be a common thing, so if we haven’t done much for a while, please be patient.

If something goes very wrong, such as one of us decides to quit the blog, there will be a post to announce it.

But anyways, thank you all for your time, and please, have a good day,

Signing off,

Lotus and Thorn

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Thank You...(Jumin Han x MC)

Don’t ever ask Jumin Han what he was feeling at any given moment, you would be disappointed. His answer would be a simple, “I’m not feeling anything right now. Why do you ask?” And it was true. He really didn’t feel anything at all, as sad as it sounds. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t think he should because as long as e was making money, he didn’t care.

Yes, it was like that for a very long time, maybe seventeen years, maybe five. No one, not even Jumin, really knows. Everyone just looked the other way and left him in his dark, emotionless void of a life. Everyone but her.

She was different. She was sweet and passionate, and he couldn’t believe that she looked past his looks and money to worry about him. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he just brushed it off. Yet, it got even more persistent to him when she showed up at his penthouse to check on him. He was convinced she was an actual angel because of how sweet she was to him. She wasn’t like the other women in his life and the polar opposite of Sara. She was MC, a woman he wanted to make his and his alone.  He came to this realization when he saw her sleeping body in his guest room bed. She looked so calm and peaceful and he hoped she would he stay with him for the rest of their lives. He didn’t mean to keep her with him for this long, but the feeling he get with her is like a drug to him. He can feel now with her around. He can feel the undeniable love he has for her, he can genuinely smile whenever her face lit up with the beautiful gift of her own, and he can feel the fear in his heart at the thought of her vanishing from his side.

Jumin wasn’t the type to give and not give back, especially when it came to business transactions. MC gave him emotions he hasn’t felt in his life, and now he wants to do something for her. He can’t get her a new dress, she’ll wake up long before he gets back. He glanced back over his shoulder to his kitchen and an unpleasant memory played in his mind.

Seventeen years ago, Jumin made pancakes for the first time after re-reading one of the chef’s cookbooks at least five times. His father has been working so hard lately and he wants to surprise him one morning so he had to wake up extra early and get it done before his father woke up. It was hard and he was tired from lack of sleep, but he pushed through that and focused on not burning or under cooking the pancakes. He cut only the freshest strawberries and made the batter from pure scratch, he worked very hard and didn’t even notice on the mess he made on himself and the kitchen.

Finally, he finished and although the four fluffy, golden cakes were lopsided and the cat drawn on with strawberry syrup was a little crooked in some aspects, it was fantastic, considering a ten year old made them. By that time, Mr. Han was already awake and in his office. Jumin took the plate and carried it carefully yet quickly to his father’s office. “Father! I made you-” His excited and triumphant declaration was cut off by the impatient tone of Chairman Han.

“Jumin, I’m on the phone. Wait in the living room.” He ordered coldly. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Jumin was hurt, but he understood. Maybe after his phone call he can eat the pancakes, yeah? Yeah! Shouldn’t take too long…

The phone call took ten minutes, and in those ten minutes, Jumin sat anxiously  on the couch as the pancakes got colder by the second. Eventually, Chairman Han came out of the office and looked at his son, dismissing the creases on his brow. “Jumin, your clothes! What did you do to cause such a mess?”

“I made you pancakes, but they got cold.”

“Thank you son, but they called me in early today. In the meantime, clean yourself up.”

“Yes, father.”

Jumin thought about that, and the other times that happened until he eventually stopped trying. Would MC do that as well? It was worth a shot. He got to work and took note on how much he had improved over his times. He reflected more on his childhood, but decided it’d be best not to, given that he was almost kidnapped multiple times. Is that why he wants to keep MC with him? Is he still afraid to be alone? Regardless, he shook his head to clear the unwanted thoughts and focus on the pancakes.

MC’s nose twitched at the sweet scent of strawberry pancakes and it lured out of her slumber and into reality. Although groggy and still half-asleep, MC got out of the warm bed and stumbled to the source of the smell. “Jumin?” She called out, her sweet voice still raspy from the blissful night’s sleep.

“Oh, MC. Great timing.” Jumin commented as he finished pouring the syrup. “I made you breakfast.”

MC’s face lit up past the sleepiness. “Thank you, Jumin!”

“You’re welcome, would you like anything else?”

“No thanks.”

Jumin began to clean the dishes out  the sink and figured she wasn’t eating it and probably on her phone. He shouldn’t feel hurt, he’s been through this exact same scenario before, he had thick skin, he can handle this...So why did it hurt so much? Did she-

“Jumin, this tastes fantastic! How did you learn to do this?”

His entire body froze and he almost dropped the pan he was rinsing out. He wasn’t dreaming, right? Oh god, please don’t let him be dreaming. He looked back at her and smiled a genuine smile at the cute girl happily eating the edible gift to her in his shirt with a messy head of hair. “Thank you, MC.”

“Why are you thanking me? This is amazing!”

“I’m not thanking you for the pancakes, I’m thanking you for being by my side.”

Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing.