#hyun ryu drabble

[fishsticksloser]

TikToks

RFA & Minor Duo

Warnings: cringy content, possible swearing, links added

A/N: I just got bored. Some of these are pretty old, I've been collecting them

Zen

He's on theatre kid TikTok, of course

He sends you videos of people singing, ones that made him get goosebumps

He sends you dancing videos as well, sometimes goofy ones

Examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

Yoosung

Gaming things

Funny clips from streamers he does and doesn't watch

Sometimes game release dates.

Snapcube dub complications

Examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link

Jaehee

Those videos where they make pages dedicated to one thing/color

ASMR videos (kind of go hand in hand with the above)

Coffee videos

Examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

Jumin

Conspiracies he thinks are real (because he believes pretty much everything in the internet)

Cat videos

I don't know how to describe some these so here are just some examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

Seven

Memes.

That's it... Just memes...

Examples (there's a lot):

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link

V

Art

Any kind

Photography, pottery, paint, whatever

Examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

Saeran

Cooking videos.

Ones with soft music

Mostly pastries and desserts

Examples:

Link. Link. Link. Link. Link.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait, today has been one of those days can I have Zen trying to cheer me up please?

You know what Zen loves to do after a long day on set? Only one thing comes to his mind as soon as he hears somebody scream “Cut”! He wants to return to his trailer to be by your side before you head back to the hotel you’re staying in for the rest of the shoot.

It's not easy to have a grueling day on set, and that goes for anybody who's working on a project, not just the actors involved. You've been spending a lot more time with him on the job, and he understands that it can be exhausting to do everything in the background while he's on his feet.

He appreciates all the work you put in for him, but you know him, he wants you to take care of yourself just as much as you think of him. 

It doesn't matter if he's having a great day, if you're having a bad day, then that means he's having a tough day, too. You’re partners and that means you're in this together.

He views the ups and downs as something you face together. Sure, there will be times when he has to do things by himself, or times when you have to do things on your own, but it doesn't mean you can't turn to each other when you need someone there with you to make it feel less isolating. 

So, you probably wouldn't be all that surprised to see him find you as soon as the doors closed knowing that about him. Zen knows where to find you on a tough day. You've got a weary look on your face and he's got that pleasant smile that brings you back from the darkness.

He doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you into his lap and nuzzles his face against the top of your head. You might whine at him for doing so, but you aren't upset with him for doing the same thing he always does. He looks out for you just as much as you look out for him. 

His lips would crush against the top of your head before you could open your mouth to say a single word. For whatever reason, he knows what you need before you know how to communicate it. That's how good your relationship is! He gets it. You'll have a chance to explain whatever's bothering you once you settle into his arms, right where you've wanted to be all day long, right? 

He’s more than prepared to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. It can be difficult for him to come out of character once he's involved in the process, but something about seeing you always pulls him back to the surface. It doesn't matter what he's doing, you bring out the side of him that is so inherently him. 

"Babe, I don't know what's on your mind... but I'm here. I don't think we need to talk about it right now unless you want to talk about it. I could just tell from that look on your face that the only thing you want to do is take a nap. Why don't we do that? After all, it'll take a while to get back to the hotel, and we can enjoy each other instead of worrying about the paparazzi. I'm not going anywhere... your favorite star is here to keep you safe and cozy."

[sentinelpri]

Dye

Saeyoung Choi is sick of having red hair. 

It’s three in the morning as the redhead stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom, golden eyes tired and body covered in nothing but a black tank-top and matching boxer shorts. He’s exhausted and should really be in bed considering that he has to take Saeran to therapy at eight, but his dreams have rendered him unable to sleep yet again. He drums his fingers against the edge of the marble that lines the counter, his eyes on the two boxes of bleach and the box of toner that are sat there. 

There’s a shower cap over his hair, that of which is soaking in a copious amount of coconut oil. It’s been that way for a few hours, just as the tutorial he googled at 12AM told him. As he follows the instructions on the first bottle of bleach to develop it before pulling out his phone and logging into the RFA chatroom. 

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: hey guys!

707: guess what

Yoosung☆: What is it Seven?

707: I’M DYEING MY HAIR

Jumin Han: Right now?

Yoosung☆: What color??

707: It’s a surprise!

707: d:

707: You’ll have to catch the glory of it in person next time you see me! I’m still working on it as we speak : D

ZEN: You have such a beautiful natural red that people would kill for and you’re over here dyeing it…

Seven feels his stomach drop at that, a little offended. He’s been wanting to dye his hair for years to escape the striking resemblance he has to his mother. After the new member joined the RFA and everything went to shit, leading to the discovery of Mint Eye and the retrieval of Saeran, things have calmed down somewhat. Saeran is back from the psychiatric ward he was placed in for a few months and is now living along with Seven and Vanderwood in Seven’s large home. The new member has settled into a comfortable romantic relationship with Jaehee (who deserves to be happy after all her years of servitude under Jumin) and helped the former assistant with her new coffee shop. Everything is peaceful and Seven has gotten a lot of closure regarding the situation (minus what has happened with V and Rika, who have been impossible for him to track down), and things are settling.

Seven is ready to escape the past somehow now that things have changed. What better way to do that than to change his classic look?

ZEN: Seven, I sure hope this is just one of your pranks. If not… RIP beautiful red hair T_T

Jumin Han: Seven.

And now Jumin’s there. 

Honestly, Seven didn’t expect for the older man to be online so late, but seeing his name pop up on the chat log makes him smile. While the rest of the RFA may see them as nothing more than friends, their relationship crossed into romantic territory a while ago and their one year anniversary is in less than two weeks. They’ve agreed that for both of their safety, it’s best to keep their relationship under wraps until everything settles down and Jumin inherits C&R from Chairman Han, but that doesn’t bother Seven too much. He’s used to keeping secrets, anyhow.

707: YES DADDY!?!??

ZEN: I suddenly feel very nauseous.

Yoosung☆: Same… ew. 

Jumin Han: Can I call you?

Seven’s heart skips a beat at that. 

707: Yes, daddy (;

Jumin Han: Don’t call me that here. You’re going to disturb the other members.

707: Fine, fine. Master it is, then!

707: Talk to you in a minute then, master Jumin (;

707 has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

Yoosung☆: So are we just going to ignore all of that?

ZEN: For the sake of my sanity and mental health?

ZEN: Yeah

ZEN: We are going to ignore all of it.

Yoosung☆: Ight then ima dip.

Yoosung☆ has left the chatroom.

ZEN has left the chatroom. 

Seconds later, Seven’s phone starts to ring. He answers the call, sets it on speaker, and places the device face-up on the bathroom counter. Then, he puts on the gloves that came with the bleach and starts on his hair. Part of him thinks it’ll turn out great. The other part of him suspects that it’ll be ugly or botched enough for him to have to wear a wig over it, especially considering that his glasses are abandoned in his bedroom and he can hardly see anything.

“Jumin, why are you calling this early?” Seven asks and smiles when he hears Jumin’s low, sleepy voice on the other line.

“Is it early or is it late for you, Saeyoung? It sounds as if you’ve been awake all night,” Jumin subtly calls Seven out like he always does.

“You’re not wrong, but why are you awake?”

“Ah… I woke up on my own. I could sense that you were awake, waiting for me.”

Seven chuckles.

“I don’t know if that’s romantic or creepy.”

“Interpret it as you please, but did you mean what you said in the chatroom?”

“What, about calling you master?” Seven snarks with a quirked brow and starts to paint his hair with the bleach solution.

“No, about dyeing your hair.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I was a hundred percent serious! I’m actually doing it right now!”

“What color?”

“White.”

“...In one night? Won’t that damage it severely?”

Admittedly, Jumin has a point. Hair-bleaching is something you should go get done at a salon, and it’s also something you should only do once every few months to avoid damage to your hair. Bleaching it back to back comes with the risk of frying it off. Seven knows that. He just doesn’t care all that much.

“I don’t care if it does. Worst comes to worst, my hair starts falling out or turning brittle so I have to shave my head and wear a wig for a couple of months. I think I’ll live.”

“Alright, then…” Jumin trails off. There’s an awkward few seconds of silence that makes Seven wonder if the older man hung up until he looks down at the screen to see that the call is still going. Finally, Jumin speaks again. “Are you doing okay?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You usually only make sudden, drastic changes to your physical appearance when you’re struggling mentally.”

Seven’s stomach drops at that- mostly because it’s true. He’s done crazy shit to his hair, pierced his own body, and gotten a variety of tattoos when under immense stress. Most of the time, he doesn’t regret any of it, but sometimes… Well, sometimes it’s gone terribly; an infected piercing here, an ugly tattoo there, the occasional hat-over-his-head-for-a-few-months. Still, he tries to deny it, because denying his problems is something that Seven is accustomed to.

“C’mon, Jumin! That’s ridiculous! When have I ever done that?”

“Well… Do you recall illegally buying a tattoo gun to tattoo your own chest a few years back?”

Seven flinches and thinks of touching his chest before realizing that his gloved hands are drenched in hair bleach. Still, he remembers it like yesterday- a shitty hand-done cross with crooked lines that he had to have covered up a few years later. The new piece is nice, the ugly cross turned into a cross-marked gravestone with flowers all over it to cover the bad line-work. Though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he wishes he’d never had any of it done in the first place.

“Yes, yes, I remember! Are you not going to let me live that down?”

“Considering that you cried and squeezed my hand so hard that you nearly broke the bones in it when I took you to go get a cover up done for it last year because of how badly it hurt? No, I’m not.”

“Okay, that was one time when I was like fifteen, and have you ever gotten a tattoo before? Yeah, I didn’t think so! Those bitches hurt!”

Seven can’t help but be defensive about it. After all, his least favorite thing in their relationship is when Jumin tries to scold and parent him like he’s a child. It’s embarrassing, especially coming from someone who didn’t have to grow up nearly as fast as he did- from someone who was handed a kind father and an entire empire from the very start instead of the shit hand that Seven got. And it’s true that Jumin is a responsible adult, much more responsible than Seven, but still. Seven is a prideful man who hates feeling like he’s being talked down to. 

“Alright, fine. How about the instance a couple years ago where you got snake bite piercings done on your tongue and complained afterwards because you couldn’t eat solid food for a week?”

Seven’s frustration quickly builds. Jumin won’t just drop the issue, nor will Jumin allow him so much as a moment to defend himself.

“That was-”

“And when you were eighteen and got gauges in your ears that you tried to upgrade too fast to the point where you had a gauge blowout?”

“Jumin, that’s different!” Seven exclaims.

“You still hide your ears with your hair because of that. Your earlobes are deformed around the holes because of it and they won’t close back. It’s serious,” Jumin continues, going on and on. Seven’s eyes flicker to the mirror and land on his ears, which are- as Jumin said- incredibly scarred and misshapen around the perimeter of his gauges. “And I know you haven’t changed since then, either. Right after we brought Saeran back, you went and pierced your own belly button and it still hasn’t fully healed. Remember when you had to take antibiotics for the infection that gave you?”

“I thought you said it looked good!”

“It does look good now that it’s not red and oozing with puss from a localized bacterial infection. I never said I didn’t like any of the things I’ve mentioned, just that they’ve been rash decisions made under intense stress that you’ve complained about or suffered because of later. I don’t want you going and dyeing your hair only to hate it or risk burning your scalp with bleach, but since you’ve already started the process, I suppose I can’t stop you… Saeyoung, you really need to go to a professional next time.”

“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”

“I’m not judging you, I’m concerned. There’s a difference.”

“Fine, Jumin… If you’re going to be like that-”

“Saeyoung,” Jumin cuts him off once more, but this time, his tone is much softer. The tension seeps from Seven’s body as the ravenette tries to calm him down. “I’m not judging you. What you’re doing is an unhealthy coping mechanism of yours and I’m trying to make you aware of it so you don’t go and do it again. I’ll stop talking about it if it’s upsetting you so much, but please bring it up to your therapist at your next appointment and get her input.”

“Yeah, okay,” Seven replies. He’s sure it sounds sarcastic, because in all honesty, he didn’t want to hear any of the rants that Jumin just went on about his bad coping mechanisms. Part of getting closer to the RFA and maintaining close personal relationships is accepting concern from others, though, even if it’s expressed in a way that he doesn’t always like. “...Thank you for worrying.”

“What’s got you so stressed out?”

“Who said I’m stressed out?”

“Well, you’re up past three in the morning dyeing your hair. You know you can tell me, Saeyoung.”

Seven sighs and finishes covering his hair in the bleach, careful to cover it so the color develops properly. Then, he answers Jumin’s question while disposing of his gloves and sitting on the bathroom counter. 

“It’s Saeran… He was doing pretty good for a few week stint there, going on walks with me and coming out for meals, but he’s been getting bad again over the last couple days and I’m scared he’s going into a depressive episode. Any time I go to check on him he ignores me or tells me to go away.”

“Can you not just go into his room?”

And of course Jumin would say that because he doesn’t understand being mentally ill- at least not in the way that Saeran is. Since the younger man has moved in with Seven, it’s been a relief, but it’s also been difficult. Between making sure Saeran eats, drinks, showers, and goes to therapy, Seven is starting to crumble. On top of that, following RFA’s party, he hasn’t been able to track down V or RIka- so God knows what they’re up to. 

“Not really? It’s a fine balance, you know! That’s his safe space, I don’t want to invade it unless it’s a life or death situation,” Seven explains. He remembers clearing out his old work room and setting it up for Saeran before he came home from the psychiatric ward. It looks completely different with a brand new bed, a desk, a television, bookshelves, and curtains that weren’t there before. Unfortunately, even though Seven offered to take Saeran to buy decorations and help him personalize it, Saeran hasn’t taken him up on the offer. So, the room has remained incredibly bland and bleak. “I told him that the room I gave him is his to decorate and live in as he pleases and that I won’t go in there without his permission. Plus, he’s an adult… He’s capable of making his own decisions! I can’t infantalize him just because he’s struggling with his mental health. I mean, I’m almost as bad as he is, I just… He’s been through more, and he hasn’t had the chance to really live as his own person- as an adult- like I have.”

“I don’t think it’s fair to either of you for you to compare traumas. Don’t think like that.”

Suddenly, the conversation is far too tense and far more personal than it should be. Seven is at a point where he doesn’t really need to do anything but wait for a half hour to wash the bleach out of his hair, but he figures he can use it as an excuse to hang up on his overly-concerned boyfriend.

“You’re right. Well, I’m going to get off here and finish my hair! I’m pretty sure by the time it develops and everything, I’ll have to take Saeran to his weekly therapy session, so I’ve gotta haul ass.”

“Alright, then. I look forward to seeing how it turns out,” Jumin responds. Seven can hear his smile through the phone. “I love you, Saeyoung.”

“I love you, too… Jumin. Go back to bed and get some rest if you can.”

“I’ll try. Talk to you soon, then.”

Then, Jumin hangs up, leaving Seven with no one but himself and this bleached hair that he’s sure to regret.

Somehow, with enough bleach, a shit ton of toner, and probably a pound of coconut oil, Seven manages to get his hair bright white without making it fall out. Unfortunately, it leaves him with so little time that he can’t even spare half an hour to get a nap in. When he approaches Saeran’s door around 7AM, he’s exhausted and a little loopy.

He knocks, his fist lightly tapping the wood three times. No response. After a couple minutes, he knocks again. Still no response. 

“Saeran, are you awake?” Seven asks, to which Saeran snaps at him.

“What do you want?”

“We need to go to your therapy appointment! C’mon, let’s go- we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes!”

“I already texted my therapist,” Seven’s stomach drops at those words. It makes sense that Saeran wants to skip after the decline he’s had over the past few days. It’s frustrating. All he wants is for Saeran to feel better and it just can’t happen fast enough. “I’m not going today.” 

“What? Saeran, we talked about this! You can’t just skip therapy because you don’t feel like going- hell, the times you don’t want to go are the times you need to the most! You have to be consistent if you want to feel better,” The words are met with silence. Seven lets out a groan. Sometimes, he wishes Saeran would argue or scream or hit rather than just close himself off entirely. Part of him wants nothing more than for Saeran to take out all of the pent up sorrow and rage he’s been bottling up on him. But it doesn’t work like that, and neither does Saeran. The only thing that will make things better is time and effort, and Seven knows that. He has to be patient. “Okay, fine. Did you at least schedule a virtual appointment for today.”

“No.”

Seven frowns and holds his head in his hands. His long, shaky fingers tangle in his hair. The wavy locks are totally fried.

“Okay, did you take your meds?”

“No, now fuck off!”

“Wow, um… Sure, I guess! I’m going out for a bit,” Seven says and clears his throat. He’s embarrassed, uncomfortable, and confused. He’s tried to do everything right, but he can’t make Saeran happy by himself and it’s killing him. “Vanderwood’s here if you need anything, or if you don’t feel comfortable asking him, you can just call me. I love you!”

Seven receives no response. Dejected, he decides he’ll at least try to get out of the house. Maybe seeing Zen will lift his spirits…

~

Zen is working on a new movie, so Seven goes to see the actor on set whenever it’s time for his lunch break. How he gets in without clearance, none of them need to know. He knocks on the door of Zen’s large dressing room and barges in before he gets an answer. Zen, who is sitting at the vanity doing his makeup, spins around in his chair after nearly jabbing his eye out with an eyeliner pencil to face Seven with a pointed look.

“Zen!” Seven greets excitedly and stands in the doorway.

“Wow, Seven! I didn’t recognize you for a second there, uh,” Zen looks a little guilty, but that doesn’t stop him from saying the following words as he points to Seven’s hair. “Please tell me that’s a wig.”

“No, it’s not! I dyed it, remember?” Seven reminds him, just hoping that he forgot the conversation from the chatroom last night. Though, he suspects that Zen remembers and just hates how it looks. “C’mon, don’t tell me it’s that bad!”

“It’s not bad, per say… Just doesn’t work with your skin tone. I liked the red a lot better.”

At that, Seven sighs and tries to change the subject. So Zen doesn’t like his hair. With such a sudden change, and with Zen being so particular about beauty, it makes sense. So what? Surely, someone else will like it. Despite the awkward feelings of hurt and rejection that swirl around in the pit of his stomach, Seven plasters on a smile and asks Zen about his upcoming role. 

That night is LOLOL night with Yoosung. Seven almost forgets that it’s happening until he’s reminded with an ‘omw’ text from Yoosung half an hour before it’s supposed to start. He panics and thinks of just canceling it, citing some fake illness or emergency, but then he remembers that Yoosung is one of the few people who can actually get Saeran out of his room. So, he sends back a simple text saying ‘okay’, sets up snacks and drinks at the coffee table, gets his PC set up in the living room, and shoots Saeran a text to let him know that Yoosung will be there.

Right around eight, Yoosung shows up. Seven answers the door and excitedly greets his good friend while leaning against the doorway.

“Hey, Yoosung, you ready for LOLOL night? I’ve got Honey Buddha chips and PHD Pepper set up at the coffee table and-!”

“Seven, what’d you do to your hair?” Yoosung asks with wide violet eyes as he reaches forward and touches one of the dry, bright white strands.

“I dyed it last night, remember? Pretty snazzy, huh? What do you think?”

“No offense, but it looks pretty weird on you! Can’t say I ever expected you to go white,” Yoosung mutters and walks past Seven and into the living room. Seven shuts and locks the door behind them, then goes with Yoosung to the living room couch. The two men sit together with Yoosung still talking about Seven’s new look as he digs his own laptop out of his school backpack. “You even did your brows! You really gotta give us a warning, man, I thought I was having an aneurysm or something when I saw you with white hair!”

“...Huh,” Seven disguises a frown with a fake smile, nothing new. He expected Zen to dislike his new hair, but Yoosung, too? It makes him anxious. If those two have already reacted so badly (i.e. clearly being taken aback and not liking it, but trying to feign that it’s not terrible even though they clearly think it is), what will Jaehee, Jumin, and Saeran say when they see it? “Well, that aside, have you made any progress on that game event yet?”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me! I…”

Yoosung opens his laptop to show Seven his progress on the event, excitedly rambling with a grin that Seven can’t help but find endearing- a grin that Saeran would find endearing, too, if he would’ve responded to Seven’s text and surfaced from his room instead of leaving the former agent on read. 

Seven opens his laptop as well, and with that, LOLOL night starts- even without Saeran.

~~

Saeran never does surface from his room for LOLOL night, much to Seven’s surprise. He figures that the younger man’s depression must be pretty bad right now, but at the very least, there’s signs that he’s alive (the occasional shuffling noise, leaving Seven’s texts on read, etc.), so Seven is relieved.

Still, he’s worried, and he misses his little brother’s face. With Yoosung’s presence not working to draw Saeran out, and with Seven’s attempts at texting Saeran or visiting his room working to draw Saeran out, he decides he’ll do the next best thing; lure Saeran out with ice cream and coffee. Having not seen the former assistant in a while anyway, Seven goes to Jaehee’s coffee shop. 

When Seven opens the front door, a bell rings. Jaehee, whose hair has grown out to her shoulders, rushes to the counter. Though there are plenty of people seated in the cafe who are enjoying their drinks and sweet treats, no one is in line, so Seven approaches the register to talk to her.

“Jaehee, how are ya?” He asks, but he doesn’t get an answer- instead, he gets a comment (or a few) about his newly dyed hair.

“Oh my, Seven… You’ve dyed your hair,” Jaehee reaches out with her perfectly manicured, coffee-brown finger nails. The paint on them is glossy and covered in a light sheen of glitter clear coat. It’s clear that she wants to touch Seven’s hair, but she doesn’t, probably realizing just how impolite it is. Jaehee allows her hands to fall to her side as she continues. “I saw that you’d mentioned it in the chat room the other night, but I honestly thought it was just one of your pranks. Is that permanent dye, or…?”

“It is,” Seven nods. “I guess you’re the only one who hasn’t seen it yet, huh?”

“It’s quite… Different,” Jaehee says with a forced smile, to which Seven gasps and exclaims-

“Oh, come on, Jaehee, don’t tell me you hate it too!”

“No, no, I think you did a good job,” Jaehee frantically rushes to correct herself, even if it’s already too late. It’s obvious that she doesn’t like it, just like Zen and Yoosung. “It’ll just take some getting used to. It works for you, really.”

“...Thanks,” “Can I just get a large caramel frappe, a pint of the homemade vanilla bean ice cream, and a medium iced mocha with a breakfast sandwich to go?”

“Of course,” Jaehee nods, but doesn’t ring anything up. She turns to make the drinks, grab the breakfast sandwich from the warmer, and remove a pint of her homemade ice cream from the small freezer behind the counter. She slides everything forward to Seven with the drinks in a carrier, a smile on her face. “Here you go.”

“How much? You forgot to ring me up.”

Jaehee shakes her head.

“It’s on the house. Tell Saeran and Vanderwood that I said hello.”

“Will do,” Seven grins back and takes the items, ready to head home to his brother and former handler with the treats. “See ya later!”

Upon arriving home, Seven labels the medium iced mocha and the paper wrapper that covers the breakfast sandwich with Vanderwood’s name and a little note so he can put them in the fridge for the older man to have whenever he returns from whatever it is he’s out doing. Next, carries the pint of homemade vanilla bean ice cream and the large caramel frappe along with a spoon to Saeran’s bedroom door.

“Hey, little bro,” Seven knocks. “You holding up okay in there?”

“Don’t call me that… And I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“Saeran… I want you to be happy, but I can’t let you stay in that room forever. I’m starting to get worried about you,” Seven insists as if he isn’t already worried about Saeran when, honestly, he’s worried to death.

“I said to leave me alone!” Saeran yells back.

“Please, Saeran, it’s been days! When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Please, just talk to me… All I want to do is help…” Seven trails off, then sighs. A pit of sadness pools in the bottom of his stomach as tears fill his golden eyes. “Look, you don’t have to come all the way out, and you don’t have to let me in, but I brought you breakfast from Jaehee. I even got you your favorite coffee and something sweet so you’d eat. Just come open the door enough to grab it from me, you don’t have to do anything else. I promise.”

“And you’re not going to drag me out or try to force your way in?”

“Of course not,” Seven relents, as tempting as the idea is. “I want you to trust me.”

“Fine, give me a sec,” Seven hears some shuffling, which is followed by footsteps. The door opens and Saeran is on the other side, matching eyes bloodshot and tired, white and red hair matted, and skin pale. It looks like he’s lost a few pounds, but he’s alive, and he’s okay. Seven expects Saeran to snatch the ice cream and the coffee out of his hands, which does happen, but it’s not immediately followed by Saeran slamming the door shut. Instead, Saeran looks up at him as if he’s grown another head. “...You dyed your hair. Why? Why the fuck did you dye your hair?”

Saeran doesn’t look like he hates it, at least not immediately. He just appears curious. Seven smiles and starts to explain.

“I was getting sick of the red… Makes me look too much like Mom, y’know. It sucks hating what’s in the mirror just because of the past.”

“Okay, but why did you make it the same color as mine?” Saeran asks with narrowed eyes.

“It looked good on you- thought it’d look good on me, too,” Seven explains.

“It looks stupid. You should’ve gone pink or black or something… Would’ve suited you more.”

The words hurt more than they should. It’s just hair dye. Seven likes it, he’s liked it since he did it. But everyone else’s opinions matter to him more than they should, and his feelings are hurt, especially when Saeran slams the door shut in his face with not another word.

“...At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Seven deadpans and turns to walk down the hallway and back to his own bedroom. “Oh well.”

“Seven,” Vanderwood greets lowly. He almost walks right past Seven, at least until he stops in his tracks and stares down at the younger man with a baffled expression. “What the hell is going on with your hair?”

“Don’t even ask, Vanderwood, I’m not in the mood.”

WIth that, Seven storms off to his bedroom, so frustrated with the reactions he’s gotten to his new hair that he decides he’ll just have to cut it all off.

~~~

That night, Jumin stays over. Seven supposes he didn’t think it through very well, but as soon as the older man fell asleep, he finds himself sneaking to the master bathroom. Leaving the door unlocked, he flicks on the lights, plugs in his electric razor, and grabs a pair of hair scissors from the drawer. He’ll have to cut off all the longer parts, then tackle what’s left with the razor. After that, he’ll wear a wig for a few weeks until it grows back red- the only color that looks good on him, apparently.

To his surprise, though, despite Jumin having an incredibly long work day, he wakes up and walks into the bathroom to lean back against the wall. Seven sees him, not because he turns around, but because the ravenette aligns perfectly with the mirror that Seven is currently using as visual aid while he holds the scissors up to the first strand he plans to cut off.

“Saeyoung,” Jumin starts, voice groggy. He’s dressed in his blue and white striped satin pajamas, fully finished with that silly pajama hat that Seven makes fun of every once in a blue moon. His dark eyes are full of sleep and his long arms are crossed over his narrow chest. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Cutting my hair.”

“Why? I thought you trimmed the ends when you dyed it last week.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you cutting it now?”

“Honestly, Jumin, I don’t want to talk about it,” Seven frowns. The thought of how everyone- Zen, Yoosung, Saeran, Vanderwood, and Jaehee- reacted to his new hairstyle, it bothers him. As used as he is to them teasing him for his weird personality and silly jokes, he doesn’t like it when his appearance is judged like this, even if they don’t mean to offend him. “Please just let me shave my hair off in peace.”

“...Saeyoung, put the scissors down for a moment and listen to me,” Jumin sighs, and Seven listens. He sets the hair scissors down on top of the bathroom counter and turns around to face his lover. “I don’t know what inner turmoil you’re going through, and I don’t know what you’re thinking right now. What I do know is you’re stressed, which is probably why you made such a big change in the first place… But I like it. I think you did an excellent job with your hair. Please, don’t cut it off just because everyone else is struggling to get used to it.”

“Jumin, everyone hates it! I’ve had multiple people tell me it looks weird or stupid since I did it, and I know they’re not wrong. At this point, I may as well just chop the shit off and start over.”

“That’s a terrible idea and you know it, because if you cut it off, tomorrow you’re going to be complaining that you’re bald,” Jumin points out, and it’s true. Even if he wears a wig for a while, he’ll hate the way he looks without it; he’s tried shaving his head a handful of times and it never looks proper because of his head shape. “It looks fine, you can’t blame everyone for struggling to adjust to it. After all, we’ve only ever seen you with bright red hair before this- minus the occasional wig. Give it a few more weeks. If you don’t like it after that, you can dye it back to what it was or dye it another color, or even shave your head if you so please. Just don’t go and make a rash decision about your appearance because things haven’t been going well lately.”

“...You’re right,” Seven admits and reaches out to unplug the electric razor. “But you should probably hide the scissors and the razor from me for at least a month. I may get tempted when you’re not here to stop me.”

“Fine. I can do that much after you fall asleep tonight.”

“Thanks.”

Seven moves to push past Jumin and go back to the bedroom to sleep with his sad, ugly white hair, only to get caught by the wrist. He looks over his shoulder and sees Jumin staring down at him with a small smile.

“Saeyoung, wait,” Jumin murmurs and leans down to press a kiss into his hair. Seven’s heart skips a beat at the gesture of affection. “I do mean what I said. You look beautiful. I love the white more than I thought I would when you told me about it over the phone.”

“Thanks, Jumin,”

“Hey, I have an idea,”

“And what would that be?”

“...Got any more of that bleach? Perhaps a makeover for me would distract the RFA from your new look.”

At that, Seven smiles and starts to dig through his bathroom cabinet for the last bottle of bleach.

[3starhurricane]

“PFFT HAHA ZEN, YOU FELL ON YOUR FACE.” After he tripped on a pillow trying to finish the pillow fight you both got into, you look at his face pouting and can’t help but giggle a little more. But you walk towards him to make sure he's alright as he looks up with a cute face that you just wanna kiss and squish, he smiled at you and grabbed your waist pulling you down catching you by surprise, you both breaking into a fit of giggles as you both enjoyed each other’s presence in this moment. The mood mellowed out while you both were on the floor cuddling each other, Zen couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but love for you and you felt the same way. Looking up with a smile on your face as you pepper his face with kisses and Zen couldn’t help but feel his face heat up by this contact, tightening his hold on your waist as he basked in the affection. Pulling away with an overexaggerated “mwah!” moments like these where both of you are in your own little world with nothing but love for each other, make your whole day. Moving closer to his chest, relaxing to the warmth as both of you relished in this quiet moment, closing your eyes and being pulled to sleep. Zen looked down at you and smiled softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead and pulling covers over the both of you.

[lexsssu]

Hair Pulling (Zen | Hyun Ryu)

TAGS: Zen/F!reader, hair pulling, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

Zen never really thought of himself as a sadist but…

“Z-Zen…! You’re going so fast and...deep!” You cry out as your hands grab fistfuls of his luxurious silver locks while your legs locked around his waist as he rutted into you.

The Beast was out and it wanted to play with its pretty little mate.

“That’s it, baby. Just hold on to me…~” 

He prized his hair and the rest of his looks, because they played a big part in fulfilling his dreams and yet...he didn't mind how unkempt it was getting because your hands were looking for anything to clamp onto.

The actor prided himself in always staying in tip-top shape, so it was no wonder his stamina never faltered as he sought to fill you up to the brim with his cum, his name like a prayer upon your lips as you screamed it to the heavens.

You knew Zen would be a monster in bed, but it never ceased to amaze you just how relentless he could be. Your legs and thighs already feel sore from the numerous couplings you’ve done so far for this night, but you can never deny your darling especially when his cock stood up so hard from the thought of fucking into you. 

That is why you are left clutching onto his thick mane while his own large hands gripped your plush waist and played with your plump tits, his red eyes lovingly gazing into yours all throughout the night.

[lolishdes]

IMAGINE...

By the balcony as he gazes below the beautiful garden that decorates the manor. While the garden was filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers, it's hard not to notice the fresh blooming roses that adorned the rich shade of green. The moon above was luminous and enchanting. Outside the breeze was cool and quiet, the opposite really of the bustling company inside the manor. People were conversing with each other as the clanking of glass and shoes echoed throughout the spacious halls. All he wished was a breather from all that vibrant atmosphere.

With wine by his left hand and his right rested on the railing, he slouched while he admired the marvelous view. He seems to be occupied with his own thoughts, until there comes you.

A stunning one you are to behold. Your gown complemented you well, as the jewels and sparkles on your attire made you shine even more. Unknowingly he had held his breath, you have undoubtedly taken his breath away, all that from a single sight of you. You were currently alone as you minded your own business, fascinated by the multiple flowers surrounding you, the aroma of the flowers were just heavenly.

You smiled gorgeously at a particular flower that piqued your interest. With a gentle touch, you delicately grazed on it.

Even as you walk about the garden, circling around the elegant fountain located at the center of it all, he cannot seem to keep his eyes off you. It's rude to stare really, but who could blame him? To his surprise, he did not expect your dazzling eyes to meet his. There you were, shining brighter than before. He was completely blown away, and even more so once that curious face of yours turned into one of a soft smile directly and only for him. Quickly, you looked away from this mysteriously handsome man, shyness overcomes your whole body whilst your face was warm. He could only watch amused, one moment you were bold yet the next you werent, adorable you really are.

Unfortunately for him, he sees that you have run to somewhere far from his gaze as your form slowly hides itself from the trees and tall grass walls. But before you could completely disappear from his gaze, you looked back at him, as if signaling him to come down with you.

He needn't waste more time as he abandoned the wine that he was previously enjoying and rushed down the marble stairs to go and seek for you. 

|| Kaeya Alberich, Diluc Ragnvindr, Ayato Kamisato, Vyn Richter, Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Jumin Han, Zen (Hyun Ryu), V (Jihyun Kim), Saeran

©️ All content belongs to lolishdes 2022. Please refrain from reposting (reblogs are appreciated !).

[serede986]

Hi! Absolutely loved your Juju and ties post! Can you write Jumin x MC where she works for him and she finds him "lost in the wild" (commoner's neighborhood, I don't know why he can't just call Driver Kim) and she feels in the obligation of looking out for him because he is so clueless and easy to trick? (and she reluctantly falls in love because he is so adorable?) Thanks!

Lost and Confused (Jumin)

Hi nonny san! So glad you liked the HC 🥰This honestly is a very cute request cause clueless and confused Jumin is the cutest thing in the world fjfjjdsofks I mean imagine him being just a little nervous and looking around and playing with the cufflinks and hhhhhhhhhh

Okay enough fangirling fjfdkanfn. Hope you enjoy. Please feel free to ask for a rewrite.

~

Closing the door behind you, you walked down the street towards the bakery with the intention of buying some macarons to treat yourself for the week. While on the way, you spot a very familiar man, eyeing the area with much suspicion in his eyes.

His fingers fidgeted with his sleeves, feet tapping the ground in a pattern of impatience. Is he lost?

"Greetings Mr. Han, never thought I'd see you here.."

"Ahh Ms. MC, glad to see you," his eyes appeared brighter, a subtle frown replaced with small red on his cheeks, a smile that could ever be ignored. The red on his cheeks instantly mirrored on yours, you instantly diverged your vision at anything but his eyes.

"Do you need some assistance, Mr. Han?"

"Oh! Yes, actually I'm searching for the meow cafe, I heard it's quite a famous cafe in the town, although I couldn't locate it's whereabouts anywhere in the area.." looking around he couldn't spot anything else other than apartment complexes and houses.

Oh this poor soul.

The confused innocence reflects beautifully on his face, daylight shimmering through the trees, dancing as the breeze goes by.

There had been a few instances where he had called you into a meeting even when you didn't have any work related to the meeting. You tried not to think much of it, considering it was just a part of your training but, now that I think of it...

"I want you to be beside me.."

"Huh?!" That almost scared you, embarrassed to zone out on him.

He raised his eyebrows before speaking "Aren't you leading the way?"

"S-sure am Mr. Han.." you nodded, smiling sheepishly.

You walked with him to a small cat cafe, tucked behind the plants, beside an alleyway, currently being resided by a black cat, staring at both of you while you entered the cafe. A small 'ding' echoed, signalling your presence. Small meows and chatter surrounded the room.

A ginger cat walked towards the both of you, rubbing herself through your legs.

Jumin proceeded to pick her up, rubbing her head slowly, making her purr almost instantly.

This.. somehow feels like something out of your imagination, something you never imagined him to look like. So soft, and so utterly precious. Something you could never imagine while working together with him. Something you'd be running your mind for, wishing to see that precious every day.

After playing with the cats for a while, you both took a table, tucked in the corner, ordering your beverages on the way.

"There's another cat cafe that I'd like to visit in some other area, would you be interested in visiting it with me, MC?" He looked into your eyes, his demeanor even more confident than before, but somehow holding a soft smile.

You gasped lowly, looking away as your cheeks heated up. There was a certain excitement in your chest, jumping to get out.

"Yes" you muttered low, your fingers fidgeting under the table.

"I hope Saturday afternoon doesn't interfere with your schedule," he said, quickly making your blush return to your cheeks.

Goddamit Jumin, what's with that fucking smile?!

"Ahh ugh! N-no, no it does not. Or rather, I'd be glad to!"

His eyes widened, before settling back into a smile.

Do.. you think of me just as often as I think about you, Mr. Han?

~

(^._.^)ﾉ

I really hope you enjoyed, have a good day!

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

Drama Queen

Discord Drabble 2

Pairing: Zen x MC

Warnings: None!

Prompt: “There are so many worse things than death. Not being loved or not being able to love; those are worse.”

Notes: This is silly, but writing it put me in a good mood so...:’)

Dating Zen was sometimes like babysitting a child.

By first glance, Zen was a confident, charismatic, easy-going man. But by nature, he was a baby.

This often became apparent at one specific time of day - morning.

As he worked late nights in such a physically demanding job, he wasn’t required to nor did he want to get up early. His partner, however, started work at nine on weekdays, so she had to leave him and an empty side of the bed behind.

Which, in the early-ish stages of the relationship, posed a few problems.

For MC, getting out of bed could be likened to removing a leech from one’s flesh. No matter how swiftly she turned off her alarm or how quietly she moved out of bed - he knew, and he was not letting her go without a fight.

“MC, pleeeaaase five more minuuuutess,” he whined, already grabbing her t-shirt and wrapping his arms around her middle.

“Zen, I’m already running ten minutes late. I need to get ready.”

“Noooooo why do you hate meeee?”

Lord, give me strength.

“Zen, babe, I love you, but I need to go to work.”

“You’re lyi-AGHH!”

With a heavy thud, Zen gracelessly fell to the floor. MC was quite proud of herself, actually, for being able to drag such a huge mass that clung onto her off the side of the bed.

He blinked up at her, stunned, “MC, how could you? I’ll die down here,” he said smoothly, though with a hint of Shakespearean flare.

She sighed, “Ever the drama queen.”

He brought his wrist up to his forehead, “But, you see, there are so many worse things than death…”

MC quirked an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? For example?”

“The turmoil I am in right now.”

“…which is caused by?”

“The greatest misfortune a man can suffer,” he sniffled, hiding his face behind his hand - performative, of course - “Not to be loved or not to be able to love; that is worse.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m taking a shower.”

“MC noooooo don’t leave me here! Why don’t you LOVE ME?!”

An actual child.

[sunshinejihyun]

My Vows to You - Zen

Prompt: Wedding vows - @cafedanslanuit​ 400 word drabble for @rfadiscordserver​

“Of all the people you've met on your journey and of all the places you've been, somehow and someway, you ended up here—with me. Although today marks the start to the rest of our lives, I know it will not be enough time with you.”

“I will not take our time together for granted.”

You watched as Zen gazed up at the stars, eyes wide and mouth set into a concentrated ‘o’ shape. He suddenly turned to you, a bright smile on his face and a blush dusting his cheeks. “I feel as if I’ve known you for a long time. Why do you think that is?” Zem glanced down at your hands sitting mere centimeters apart. “Can I… hold your hand?” Without responding, you quietly took his hand, linking your fingers together and leaning against Zen’s body.

“I’m enjoying every moment we’ve spent together.” You told him honestly, and though you didn’t hear his response, the squeezing of your hand told you all you needed to know: Zen felt the same.

“I promise to make you laugh when you are taking yourself too seriously.”

“MC, stop it, it’s not funny! I look ridiculous.”

Zen had gotten cast as one of the female leads in a musical and during tech week he showed up wearing his hair in curled ringlets, hints of bright red lipstick still on his lips. “It’s a little funny.” You admitted, hiding your smile behind your hand. “Come look.”

You guided him to the bathroom mirror and pulled his hair over his shoulders fixing his face so he was pouting at himself in the mirror. After a few quiet moments, Zen broke into a loud joy laugh, leaning his weight back on you slightly. “You’re right, this is kinda funny.”

Smiling in victory, you went to pull out your makeup bag, ready to finish what had been started earlier.

“And I promise that when we are old and gray, we will look back on our lives together and we have no regrets.”

Looking up at the man at the altar, your heart constricted with the words he was saying. Saying them with so much love and passion, made your eyes well up with tears.

Because although those were words from you to him-- they were, in reality, from him to another.

[fishsticksloser]

Late Night Talking

Zen x gn!reader

Warnings: so much swearing, fluff, kind of aggressive Zen (no abuse, just blunt)?, really really short

A/N: I wanted to write for my husband, Jihyun, but my brain won't work... :( So have Zen instead :)

Your phone started ringing. It was too late to be answering calls, no one should be calling you this late anyways. You choose to ignore it, letting it go to voicemail, but your phone starts ringing again. It must be important, so you grab your phone.

🤍Zenny🤍

Why was Zen calling you so late? Sure he didn't go to bed until late, but he knew not to bother you. You sighed and answered.

"You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls." Zen huffs. Not even letting you say anything he continues. "You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked."

"Wha-?" You were a little shocked. It's 12am, you were dozing off, you're not entirely sure what he said made sense.

"Jagiya, I'm outside." Zen says. "Please let me in."

You don't waste a second, getting up, and racing to your front door. You swing it open to see Zen, in all he beauty. His signature leather jacket, his motorcycle helmet under his arm. You step aside, letting him in.

You somehow found yourself in bed, Zen laying next to you. You faced each other. He spoke, you're not entirely sure what about, his hands grazing your side and arm. Zen continued talking as you dozed off, a smile adorning his face.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello hi yes I'm very content starved because Zen is my favourite and I think I have consumed every piece of media that was relevant to him 😭

May I please request domestic fluff with Zen (only if u want to)

Maybe something like Zen being teasy and being annoying (ly adorable) and also being the dork that he is can't handle it when the tables are turned shjsjxa idk I'm just spitballin here, absolutely anything is fine 💫

There's something in the way he smiles that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine.

Zen's always been that way, though. From the very first moment you met his eyes, you knew that your heart couldn't withstand his charm. He was welcoming, warm, and bright. He was everything you wanted in a person, in a partner, even. It was hard to not be grateful that you could be by his side and experience the challenges of life.

Knowing it would never be hard with Zen holding your hand, you could hold your head up without any fears.

Of course, that's what you would say when you weren't pouting about how far he could go to tease you. Right now, all you really wanted was to dive in the bubble bath as deep as you could go to ignore crimson eyes watching your every move from the mirror. He was waiting for a single offer to join you, of course. You hadn't gotten around to it yet.

It was more fun to play this game with him.

"You sure you don't need any help with your back?" his coy question didn't catch you off-guard. But the smirk on his lips did happen to do knots in your stomach. "I can always fix that, babe. You're the one in this relationship that says I've got magic fingers."

You blew out a puff of air that sent some of the bubbles near you into the air. They quickly popped and dispersed before they had a chance to reach him. "You could've made an offer earlier, wolf. You know once I'm in here, that ship has sailed."

It hadn't, but he did love the chase, and that was something you'd known from the minute he whispered how he felt like one of those wolves chasing down their favorite prey when he was with you. He wanted to tease you and make you feel like you had nowhere to go except into his arms. You loved that game. You loved being caught before you knew how to pull out.

This time, undaunted, he strode across the room to kneel before you. You pretended to be calm as you propped your head up against your forearms on the side of the tub. "Well, if that's already sailed away to another venture, what about the others? You know, there's more than one boat out there."

He had a point, there.

"Well, which one are you determined to board?" you countered.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand to your messy hair which was currently filled with soap and suds. "Why don't I take care of this so you can relax? And, if you like the trip from letting me steer this one for you, maybe you'll consider letting me take care of the other boats for the day. I'd love to see how low they travel."

Your face felt warm as you laughed, nervous, shy, and confident all the same. You lifted your hand to press on top of his. "Well, well, well, Sailor, I think I'll take you up on that offer. I think you can handle the stormy bubbles below."

[sentinelpri]

Mystic Messenger Characters And Diaries

Zen: Uses a diary regularly, but a lot of his entries are... All over the place. Some are pictures, some are lyrics, some are actually just stuff about his day, some are light-hearted, some are depressing. He rips the embarrassing and depressing ones out of the notebook and tears them up after writing them.

Yoosung: Is the kind of person to love the idea of a diary, but the second he starts writing in one and misses an entry, he gives up and stops doing it. This eventually turns into cycles of him starting again with a new notebook, quitting again, and repeat. He has dozens of quarter-filled notebooks because of this.

Jaehee: Wants to write a diary but is too busy to write actual entries about her day, so it’s basically a to-do list.

Jumin: Finds diaries impractical and uses the messenger instead. Tried a diary once when he was seven and had a crush but then V found it and it was really embarrassing, so he hasn’t had one since.

707: Has never kept one because he’s terrified of someone finding and reading it. Also knows better than to write personal details of his life down considering his line of work.

Saeran: Keeps a diary, writes in it every day, all the entries are very concerning, someone please get him some help. He’s super paranoid about someone finding it, so he keeps it on him at all times, only writes in it when alone, and freaks out when anyone gets near him.

V: Is the only one who has a diary that he uses properly like a normal, functioning member of society. When his vision is bad, he records voice memos instead. 

Rika: Her therapist tried to get her to use one. It did not go well. She thought V read it, so she quit. (V did not read it.)

Vanderwood: Thinks it’s stupid (does it secretly). Honestly, there’s nothing crazy in there because he’s smart enough to know not to write anything super important for someone to find and use against him. It’s just little notes about his day or things he needs to do soon.

[rfaromance]

hello! how about some zen + dancing fluff maybe? hope youre feeling better and sending good vibes your way!!

The rhythm of jazz pouring through the speakers.

The beating of your heart resounding inside of your chest.

The scent of musk and candles filling the air.

The sight of a small smile waiting just for you.

The kiss of a god-given creation blessing your lips.

"Mmph!"

Zen suddenly pulled away from your lips and cried out sharply in pain.

"Oh no," you gasped, and at once you let go of his shoulders and took a step back, trying to give him some appropriate distance. "Did I step on you again?" you asked tentatively, but deep down you already knew the answer.

"I heal incredibly fast," is all that he said, and he winked at you as if to reassure you that he was truly all right. "Let us continue."

"I can't," you blurted out, and although you could feel yourself rubbing your arms up and down in anxiety, you couldn't bring yourself to stop it. "I'm no good at dancing."

The actor blinked at you sympathetically. "I wouldn't say that," he replied carefully, although the shadow in his eyes suggested that he actually felt otherwise. "But it's fine, because all you have to do is follow my lead."

Trust. He was asking you to trust him.

You kicked off your heels--as a safety precaution--and grabbed his shoulders again. As he pulled you in tightly against his chest, he whispered, "Good girl."

[jihyuncompass]

It Will Always Be Like This

This was my turn for the prompt for the RFA Discord. I choose the song “All I’ve Ever Known” from Hadestown. 

Zen x MC

Word Count: 400

Life before Zen was lonely, quiet and isolated. Then once you met him it felt like your entire world had changed. No longer was your world so quiet, so lonely. With Zen came unimaginable beauty, and unspeakable love, and incomparable happiness. 

You watched him from the couch. The script in his hand, his phone playing the instrumental, and his voice singing the melody. 

“La la la la la la la,” Zen sang. Listening to him continue you found yourself unable to stop watching him. He always moved with such grace, always sang with such power yet gentleness. Something you could help yourself from admiring. 

A couple months ago you’d managed to get him this role. Playing the main male lead, the gifted musician Orpheus in Hadestown, and now for the past few weeks you’ve been listening to him perfect the songs, ballads of Gods and Mortals. Songs of new and lost loves, sad songs they sing again and again. 

“Babe?” You broke your train of thought and looked up at Zen who was looking at you. “What do you think?” 

“I’m sorry, what did you ask me?” Zen laughed and showed you his script, now open to the next song in the musical. 

“The next song is a duet, I was wondering if you could sing the other part for me?” You glanced between Zen and the script for a moment and stood up. Taking the script from his hands. He beamed at you and started the instrumental. 

“I was alone so long, I didn’t even know that I was lonely.” 

You sang together, Zen’s confident voice not always quite matching with your anxious voice. Regardless of the sound of your voice, you found yourself lost in the lyrics. You didn’t feel like you were practicing anymore. Like this song was written specifically for the two of you. 

“Suddenly there’s sunlight bright and warm” You sang. 

“Suddenly I’m holding the world in my arms.” Zen sang back, his arms holding you now. Leaving very little space between you. It was a good thing you already knew this song, or else you might have forgotten the words, staring into Zen’s eyes. 

Together you sang the last lines, voices overlapping. “Long as we stay with each other. Then it will always be like this.” After the final note Zen finished the song with a kiss, one you’d travel to the Underworld for.

[voltagesmutter]

Mysme Discord Drabble:

@sunshinejihyun

(Written after one two many gins🥺)

The strong arms around her waist pulled her back to rest perfectly against his chest, the simple warmth he brought from the closeness between them as they snuggled inside the wool blanket.

“Zen it’s too early,” The content sigh left her lips as the softest of kisses pressed against the nape of her neck.

“Good morning to you too,” The slight rumble in his voice as he chuckled, his arms tightening around her to give a savouring squeeze before letting go. “Come on, it’s that time, up!” He was far too enthusiastic for this time of god knows what in the morning.

“Zen no!” She whined, attempting to throw the covers over her head but was stopped by the arms that had held her only seconds ago, “We’re on holiday, I’m too tired to go running please can we just rest,”. The couple residing in a small rustic cottage on the outskirts of her home town in England, flying halfway around the world to spend their first Christmas together with her family.

“Sorry princess, no can do!” Oh how she loved and also wanted to punch him at the same time. “You promised your parents we’d be up and meet them for breakfast,”. Her parents adored Zen, he simply adored her. No words could express the boundless love her felt for her, no playwright could delicately craft a script for him to perform on stage as an act of love that would be strong enough to showcase his feelings. He told her everyday how much he loved her and he would continue to spend everyday showing her.

After some very harsh convincing, and a bribery of making gingerbread cookies later that evening, the young woman groggily pulled herself out of bed.

“Zen why are we up so early,” Rubbing her eyes and giving a deep yawn, the hazy glow of the rising sun sweeping upon the dewy grass.

“Come look,” He hummed, taking her hand and leading her outside the front door, both still dressed in matching pyjamas. His arms encircling her waist as they stood in silence watching the sun rise, the slight warmth wafting through the breeze.

“I love you Hyun,” A blissful smile on her face as her head rolled back against his chest.

“I love you too,” A loving kiss pressed to her crown, both admiring the peaceful tranquility around them, basking in the winter sun.

[superstar-gamer-boi]

Reset?

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Relationship: 707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi x MC, (Implied other pairings)

Characters: 707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi, Yoosung Kim, Zen/Hyun Ryu, Jumin Han MC, Unknown/Saeran Choi, Jaehee Kang

Additional Tags: 707 reset hallucinations, Angst cause why not, what's going on? you tell me

Notes: Blame @joy1579 for this

Saeyoung didn't know when it started, but it persisted. The hallucinations. The nightmares. Waking up without MC in his arms then suddenly feeling her hair tickle his neck and their legs tangled together like she has been there all along.

It happened without warning. Watching MC kiss Jumin at the Christmas party only to blink, finding his hand casually held in her own. Blinking again, then his ears pick up her rambling about decorations instead of whispered sweet nothings and giggles under the mistletoe.

MC playing with Zen's hair in the shade of a tree. Matching sets of proud, adoring eyes meeting then darting away at Yoosung's graduation. All this to wake up or blink or yawn and see her beside him, sense her hand idly tracing the lines of his palm, and feel shame in his veins. Shame for the jealousy her felt towards his closest friends. Shame for MC's constant reassurances that he is more than enough and not believing it himself. Shame for being unable to stop what was happening to him.

The next "reset" happened at a coffee shop where he swore Jaehee was the cashier.

Another reset, Zen peppering her with kisses as she booked his next audition.

Reset. An extravagant wedding. Jumin standing tall at the alter, sweeping MC into a kiss.

Reset. MC broadcasting live with his brother. Their hands clasped firmly in defiance.

MC and V... STOP!

Reset.

Reset.

Tripping down the stairs of Rika's apartment building. Chasing her. Watching her leave. Knowing this wasn't the first time.

Reset.

She pulled out her phone and opened the door, "I'll be back. I just need to save him!"

Reset.

"It's the last time. She needs my help, if not for herself then for Yoosung."

RESET.

RESET.

"Saeyoung! Are you okay?"

She hovered over him, holding onto his shoulders tightly.

Saeyoung reached up and pushed back her bangs. Tiredly searching for answers in her hazel eyes, "Please don't leave me again."

Her gaze softened, "I never left."

Saeyoung blinks. The warmth of her hand is gone. She's gone.

Reset.