#jaehee fanfiction

[torotauri]

Not Only You and Me, Everybody Loves Three (18+) | Jaehee, Jihan, Zoa [WEEEKLY]

Warning Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

3432 Words

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You were currently at the WEEEKLY dorm, invited over by Jaehee. You didn't know what it was but if Jaehee said you need to be over, you weren't going to ask twice. The two of you have been fucking around for a while now so when she asked you to go over, you were sure that it was going to involve some kind of fun for the both of you.

As you knocked on the door, you saw Jaehee opening the door excited to see you.

"Oppa, you are here. Come let's go to my room" Jaehee pulled you excitedly.

"Impatient aren't we today?" You teased Jaehee as you followed her to her room.

Once Jaehee opened the door, you saw someone else already sat on the bed. It was Zoa, the maknae of WEEEKLY. You were not sure why she was there, but you felt like she was going to cockblock you today.

"Oh hey Zoa, why are you here?" you asked, trying to think of something to get her away.

"Oppa, Zoa is here with us today. She said she had something she wanted to learn about for a while now" Jaehee said excitedly.

"What is it?" you questioned, not getting what Jaehee was saying exactly.

"Zoa wants to learn something that only you can teach her" Jaehee said whilst smirking at you.

You clicked immediately, this time knowing what Jaehee meant. You smiled immediately, knowing that Zoa was not here to cockblock you but here to make your day even better.

"So, it's not only you and me today?" you asked Jaehee?

"You'll see, come here Zoa" Jaehee smirked as she closed the door and pulled your pants down slowly.

Your cock sprung out as Jaehee pulled down your pants, and Jaehee quickly kissed your cock, all over the length trying to get it hard with Zoa watching what Jaehee was doing to your cock.

Once your shaft was hardend, Jaehee stopped stroking and kissing your cock and looked over at Zoa who was stood next to her and looking at what the older girl was doing.

"So now that his cock is hard, you would want to suck it. Get on your knees and watch closely" Jaehee instructed Zoa as both of the girls are now on their knees face right in front of your cock.

With that Jaehee opened her lips and started sucking your cock with Zoa just next to her, enjoying the sight. You were also enjoying this situation, enjoying the feel of Jaehee's lips around your cock, slurping and coating your shaft with saliva.

"You seeing this Zoa?" Jaehee mumbled out asking Zoa with her mouth filled with cock.

Zoa nods as she continue watch Jaehee take your cock in her mouth like it was a popsicle, you moaned out softly as you feel Jaehee hit all the right spots holding back and trying your best to think about something but blowing your load down Jaehee's throat this early.

Suddenly, Jaehee released your cock with a pop which caused you to whine a little bit.

"Now your turn Zoa" Jaehee said as she moved to the side.

Zoa then adjusted her position before taking your cock into her mouth, her warm wet mouth now wrapping your hard and spit covered shaft.

"Good now start moving your head" Jaehee instructed Zoa.

Zoa did as she was told, bobbing her head up and down your shaft slowly. It wasn't as pleasurable as it was when Jaehee was doing it, but you can still feel a little bit of pleasure. It was a little bit bland, but you can't really argue as it was the first time Zoa tried sucking cock. After all, it wasn't an easy skill to master.

"Try doing it faster and use your tongue a little bit" Jaehee instructed.

As Jaehee said that, Zoa picked up the pace of her blowjob and started to swirl her tongue around your shaft giving you a lot more pleasure than she was giving you before. Slurping sounds filled the room and slowly, your pleasure was building up. Together with Jaehee's professional sucking previously and what Zoa was doing now, you were slowly brought towards the edge. It felt great, despite this was Zoa's first time at sucking cock, she was hitting all the right spots as you moaned out whilst Zoa was on her knees sucking you off.

"Fuck keep going, you'll make me cum eventually" you moaned out feeling your orgasm slowly but steadily building up.

"No not so fast, you still need to show Zoa how to really pleasure a man" Jaehee said as Zoa stopped her blowjob and released your cock from her mouth.

You knew what was going to come next.

"Zoa get onto the bed" you instructed Zoa.

Zoa followed your instructions as she lied on the bed but as you were about to spread her legs open and fuck her, Jaehee stopped you.

"I think Zoa would like to learn whilst watching first" Jaehee said as she lied next to Zoa and spread her legs.

Taking the cue, you moved over to Jaehee and aligned your wet cock towards Jaehee's pussy.

With one motion you entered Jaehee's pussy, as you slide your cock into her pussy you both moan out in pleasure and you began fucking Jaehee's wet vagina.

"Fuck yes, s-show Z-Zoa what a vagina is made to do" Jaehee moaned out as you thrust your hips, you cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Jaehee always felt wet for you and it was amazing to be inside her, you started off fucking her slowly but began to start ploughing into her at a rapid pace as you felt her walls get wetter and wetter. The lubricant from the blowjob earlier certainly helped you with that.

"Zoa do you want to have a go?" you cheekily asked Zoa as you saw the younger girl watch you destroy Jaehee's vagina.

Zoa nodded as you pulled out of Jaehee which caused Jaehee to whine, but you didn't care, you can't just let Zoa watch you fuck Jaehee.

"Yah why did you pull out" Jaehee whined out feeling hollow.

"I think Zoa learns best via experiential learning" you said as you lined up your cock towards Zoa.

Zoa didn't know what to expect, she never did this before. As much as she wanted to do this, she was scared as she watched your cock so close to her pussy.

"Is it going to hurt?" Zoa asked nervously.

"It'll hurt a little bit but it'll feel good very soon. Trust me Zoa, I won't hurt you" you reassured her as you slid into Zoa's pussy slowly.

After hearing that, Zoa relaxed a little bit and felt you slowly and steadily slide your cock inside her slowly. She let out a moan from the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling as she felt something enter her pussy for the first time.

Zoa was tight, very tight, but wet enough for you to slip in. As much as you wanted to go absolutely hammer her, you need to take it slow and let her adjust to your cock. You stayed inside Zoa a for a little bit for her to get used to having something inside her vagina.

"F-fuck that hurt a little bit but I think you can move now" Zoa said.

As you moved deeper, you felt something before seeing some blood trickle down your shaft. You knew what it was and you immediately leant down kissed Zoa to make her think of something other than the pain. Once you saw the painful look on Zoa's face was replaced by a pleasure look, you knew you got the green light to go mental on Zoa.

One hard thrust, you shoved the whole length into Zoa's pussy causing her to scream and moan out loud.

"FUCK" Zoa yelled as she felt you push all the way into her vagina.

As you continued to fuck Zoa, she continued to moan very loudly. Zoa was very tight, which meant you need to put more effort into thrusting in and out of her, using harder thrusts than normal giving Zoa's pussy more pleasure making the younger girl a moaning mess.

Zoa was a moaning mess underneath you, as you both make eye contact you forgotten that Jaehee was next to the two of you. You only remembered that Jaehee was there as she moved on top of Zoa and sat on her face.

"Eat my pussy Zoa" Jaehee instructed as she sat on Zoa's face, blocking your view of looking at the pretty moaning mess underneath you as you continued to fuck Zoa in missionary position.

As Zoa stuck her tongue into Jaehee's wet pussy, the moans in the room echoed and it was like music to your ears. Two girls moaning whilst your cock is getting wrapped by Zoa's tight pussy. Surely the whole house could hear what was going on now.

"Unnie, Zoa, I'm back" Jihan announced as she opened the apartment door.

However, she didn't get a response. All she heard was some noises coming from Jaehee's bedroom. Not knowing what was happening, Jihan decided to go and check it out.

When Jihan opened the door, she immediately froze. She can't believe what she was seeing. A man's back fucking Zoa whilst Jaehee on top of Zoa both moaning and Jaehee's eyes rolled backwards just as she was about to cum.

"F-fu-fuck Zoa you're so good at eating pussy. I'm gonna cc-cu-cummmmm" Jaehee moaned out as Zoa continued to eat her out

Just as Jaehee came, you caught a glimpse of someone stood at the door behind you so you looked behind and you saw Jihan just stood there staring at the three of you.

"CUMMINGGGGGGG" Jaehee announced as you pulled out of Zoa after spotting Jihan.

"Yah, oppa what are you doing, OH MY GOD JIHANIE LET ME EXPLAIN" Zoa said in shock as the three of you now know what just happened.

Jihan had caught the three of you in the act. There was no way you could get out of this situation. However, in your mind you had another idea.

"Jihan let me explain" you said "do you want to join us" you asked as Jihan got even more shocked before.

Despite feeling shocked, deep down Jihan was a little bit disappointed that you guys didn't invite her when whatever happened started and instead having to catch you all like this. Jihan just stood there hearing the offer, didn't move. Not knowing how to respond.

You decided to take the initiation and walked towards Jihan. Approaching you, you started by grabbing her waist and starting to kiss her cheeks. Jihan was giving in, she couldn't resist what you were doing. Your touch was magical, you knew how to get Jihan into the mood, there was something special, a special secret between the two of you that nobody knows, and your touch got Jihan very horny. She needed this and there was no point fighting it.

Knowing Jihan needed this as much as you wanted her to join, you slowly stripped Jihan down revealing her matching white bra and panties. As you stripped Jihan completely, Jaehee and Zoa were already in bed waiting.

"Everybody loves three I guess" you mumbled to yourself.

"Jihan ah, join us here, we're trying to make Zoa cum on his cock" Jaehee said to Jihan as Jihan made her way towards the bed.

Following Jihan, you made your way back to bed as you lied down this time.

"Zoa, come ride my cock, it's time you learn something new" you instructed Zoa as she made her way crouching on top of your hard cock.

"Slowly drop your puss down and line it up with my cock now" you instructed Zoa.

Zoa didn't get it in the first try, but with a little bit of help from Jaehee and Jihan, you were once again inside Zoa's tight pussy. With this new position, Zoa's pussy felt easier to manoeuvre but it was her controlling the pace and every time she dropped herself down on your cock, Zoa moaned out loud.

She wasn't doing that well but it wasn't a problem as you thrusted up matching her rhythm. Zoa moaned out louder as your balls hit her flesh. The only noise you can hear now was Zoa's moaning and the clapping noise that was created by yourself and Zoa.

However, Jihan had other ideas, ideas to make the room even noisier. Jihan got on top of you, with her pussy hovering above your face before completing sitting on your face, using her pussy to suffocate you. You had no choice but to stick your tongue into her hole, giving it a good lick before starting to eat her out.

Now Jihan and Zoa were both moaning thanks to you. Not wanting to feel left out, Jaehee then moved towards Jihan and started guiding Jihan's fingers towards her pussy, not that you saw anything. All you could see was Jihan's pussy.

The room was completely filled with moans at this point. Jaehee moaning from Jihan fingering her pussy, Jihan moaning as she was getting eaten out by you and Zoa moaning from your cock fucking your tight pussy.

It didn't take a very long while before you felt Zoa's tight pussy get even tighter as her moans was getting out of control. Simultaneously, Jaehee's moans were getting louder as well as she was shoving Jihan's fingers in and out of her pussy furiously. You knew what this meant, two girls were now very close to their orgasm.

Suddenly, you felt Zoa's pussy clamp right around your cock and it made movement in and out of it very difficult as Zoa slammed straight down onto your crotch one last time, she let out a very loud moan, releasing a substance that coated your cock.

"OH G-GOD O-O-O-AHHHHHHH" Zoa moaned out as she reached her peak.

Zoa's orgasm took over her as she moaned and her body shuddered violently for a few seconds. As you pulled out of Zoa and lifted her up your body, the movement caused her very sensitive pussy to make her body shudder again, aftershocks of her strong orgasm.

Coming down from her high, Zoa then laid down onto the bed panting and trying to recover herself. Jaehee, seeing this opportunity got up and climbed onto the bed on all fours giving you a sign.

"Now it's my turn to cum on this cock" Jaehee said as she wiggled her butt, practically inviting you to fuck her.

Taking the invitation immediately, you lined yourself up, gave Jaehee's butt a slap and shoved your cock back into Jaehee's pussy.

In comparison, Jaehee wasn't as tight as Zoa, but it doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. Jaehee's pussy was a different type of pleasure, it was wet, meaning that you have a lot more play on the pace of fucking her. Using Jaehee's wetness to your advantage, you went to town on Jaehee's pussy, fucking her at a furious pace.

"Yah what about me" Jihan said as she got to a very tired Zoa trying to get some action.

You were too focused on fucking Jaehee to realise that Zoa has regained some of her energy and decided to indulge into a 69 with Jihan, the two younger girls eating out each other on the other side of the bed.

As the two younger girls continue to eat each other out entertaining themselves, you continued to fuck Jaehee,

Jaehee's pussy soon felt wetter and tighter and her breathing and moaning started to get out of control. You can feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter as each thrust goes by, but you didn't care, you we're destined to bring Jaehee over the edge and make her cum.

"Fuck don't s-stop, k-kee-keep going" Jaehee moaned up.

You didn't stop, you just kept going at your rhythm until eventually Jaehee's pussy clenched and wrapped around your cock tightly. With that Jaehee let out a very loud moan.

"Cummingggggggg ahhhhhhhhh" Jaehee moaned out.

You stopped, just letting your cock rest inside Jaehee as her orgasm took over. Jaehee shook violently and her pussy clenched around your cock tightly as Jaehee breahted heavily, trying to recover from her orgasm. Once her orgasm has died down you slipped out of her pussy and Jaehee lied face down immediately onto the bed and rolled over.

Jihan then swiftly took over the spot that Jaehee was fucked, and spread her legs in front of you.

"It's my turn now" Jihan said as you leaned down towards her.

"Which hole today my slut" you whispered very quietly not wanting the other two girls to know your secret.

"Let's just do my pussy now, it's too risky" Jihan whispered very quietly into your ear.

With that you aligned your cock towards Jihan's bushy vagine and thrusted into Jihan's pussy. Jihan was also tight, almost as tight as Zoa, but smaller meaning not all of your length can go it. It was hitting Jihan very deep and her moans certainly reflects it.

"F-fuck yes r-right there" Jihan moaned out as you fucked her.

You furiously fucked Jihan, hitting all the spots inside her tight and shallow pussy. You were desperate to cum, but you didn't want to do it before Jihan did.

However, with Jaehee and Zoa's blowjob earlier and fucking two girls before with a very tight pussy from Zoa, you were struggling to hold out. Very soon after fucking Jihan, you were feeling yourself getting ready to release.

"Oh my god I'm going to cum soon" you announced.

"N-not so-so fast" Jihan moaned.

Hearing that you were going to cum soon, Jaehee and Zoa regained their energy and got up trying to join whilst you were getting ready for your finale.

As much as you wanted to unload inside Jihan, it was unfair for Jaehee and Zoa who did most of the work, they need some attention as well, so reluctantly you pulled out of Jihan.

"Yah, why" Jihan whined as you pulled out of her.

"Get on your knees" you instructed the three girls and they do as you instructed.

Now Zoa was in the centre whilst Jaehee and Jihan was beside the youngest girl. Immediately after getting into position, Jaehee and Jihan each took your cock on each side, riding their lips up and down your length whilst Zoa was just on her knees waiting.

"Zoa come kiss and lick the tip" you told Zoa as Zoa leaned forward.

With all three girls using their mouth to pleasure your cock, you were slowly building up to your peak, it wasn't the most efficient way, but you were certainly getting there as you looked down at three pretty girls on their knees.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum soon" you announced to the girls

As you feel yourself getting very close you waved their mouths away from your cock and starting stroking yourself. Their hard work was done, now you need to push yourself off the edge as you stroked your cock furiously. The three girls on their knees waiting for your grand finale.

"Fuck oh-god there it is fuc-fuck" you moaned out as you finally stroked yourself to finish.

Shot after shot of thick white cum was fired out from your cock. The first few shots landed strongly onto Zoa's face before you started to aim towards the left shooting some onto Jaehee's face before aiming the final few weaker shot at Jihan's face.

The three girls on their knees was covered in cum, mostly Zoa as she was the lucky girl to catch the first and strongest shots of cum with her face. Not happy with their amount Jaehee and Jihan started licking Zoa's face collecting the cum before Jaehee started scooping some onto her fingers and put it inside Zoa's mouth.

"Zoa now learn how to taste cum" Jaehee told Zoa as Zoa licked Jaehee's finger clean

The three girls continued kissing each other for a while before all your cum was swallowed and their faces licked clean by each other.

"Oh my god, I need to shower now" Zoa said after Jaehee and Jihan licked her face clean from cum.

"Me too" Jaehee said as the two girls walked towards the shower.

Jihan then took this opportunity to stand up and get next to you whispering into your ears.

"You know daddy, I didn't cum yet" Jihan whispered into your ears......

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

[nowayimdie]

Mystic Hotel Messenger ( Hazbin Hotel x Mystic Messenger) Masterlist

Started: 20/3/2024

Last update: 27/3/2024

Origin

Chapter 2: Redemption Inn

Chapter 3: The Gospel

Given information about Mystic Messenger

Some information about the Main Characters

Chapter 4: The Unholy Trinity Reigns

[dilucsrevenge]

headcanons for jaehee as a dom and as a sub? 👁️

every time i think about jaehee my brain just goes #women.

nsfw content under the cut. minors do not interact.

jaehee as a dom

not much of an aggressive or assertive dom, more of a service top so she is more than willing to do what she needs to for your pleasure

however, she does like it very much when you dress up for her. she cannot deny how pretty you look in lingerie bought specifically for her

at first she needed a little guidance with things you like a dislike, with work taking up most of her time she was quite inexperienced until she met you.

now she has an obnoxiously high sex drive, but she can’t help it when her partner is this stunning!

she’s always asking if you like what she’s doing to you, and may get the slightest bit bossy to hear you verbally tell her how much you are enjoying this.

jaehee learned very quickly that her favorite place to be is between your legs, looking up at you to watch you squirm as she goes down on you. even if she is the dominant one, she’ll never pass up an opportunity to please you

she loves it when you are loud, it puts the biggest smile on her face every time she hears you moaning and whimpering her name.

she’s very good with her fingers. which is not a surprise to anyone considering the speed she has to move them at to reply to emails and messages while at work

she’s madly in love with you so aftercare is a huge must with her. thankfully she is quite literally the master of it and has you soothed and falling asleep in a matter of minutes,

jaehee as a sub

jaehee as a sub is almost exactly what you would expect from her. shy, quiet, overly sweet, never asks for too much out of you.

you almost have to encourage her over and over again to get any noises out of her.

luckily, she’s very sensitive so it’s not too hard to eventually get her away from being quiet,

she does beg for you to not leave marks on her where they can be visibly seen, which isn’t a problem since the inside of her thighs and chest are her most sensitive spots.

you learned quickly that she enjoys being the submissive one with you. relieving all the stress that builds up on her makes the experience even more enjoyable.

she usually likes things a little soft when she’s submissive, but won’t deny you being a little rough with her every once in a while if she’s really in the mood,

that being said, her favorite things are having your fingers in her mouth and being pinned down to the bed with your hands holding her wrists down.

she found out quickly that she likes temperature play. the two of you had just enjoyed a cold dessert and you happened to go down on her and the rest is history after that.

she likes to dress up for you. a lot. the way you stare her down and worship her body and compliment her over and over again puts her on cloud nine instantly.

[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.

[kashwitdabias]

I never liked her she was always in the way of me trying to fuck zen😭😭😭

[jaeheeweek22]

✨☕️ The Jaehee Week 2022 Schedule is Here!

Hello! And, finally, welcome to…. Jaehee Week 2022! ✨💛

A creation event to celebrate Jaehee Kang’s birthday that will take place the least week of December, with every day having a new prompt.

Here is the schedule for this year!

The theme is “A word + a quote.” You can choose to create something based on both, or only one of them, or combine if you wish. The goal here is to inspire creativity!

Here’s a list of the prompts, for your convenience:

day 1 (25/12): mistletoe - “all my heart longs for, fulfill” [Immortal Aphrodite, Sappho]

day 2 (26/12): honey - “I cannot deny myself any longer.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

day 3 (27/12): arabica - “open your life, open your hands.” [I Don’t Want To Live A Small Life, Mary Oliver]

day 4 (28/12): cupcake - “love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says I love you.” [Maya Angelou]

day 5 (29/12): film - “the lights go off and that’s when I know you.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

day 6 (30/12): dance - “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.” [Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Aliré Saenz]

day 7 (31/12): ring - “under the water, I know of a timeless place.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

Any and all creations are allowed! Whether it’s fanart, fanfiction, graphics… so long as it has Jaehee as the main focus, everything is welcome. Go crazy go wild!

Please, tag your creations with #JaeheeWeek22 as well as the day, so for example, #JHW01, #JHW02.. etc. If you post on ao3, please use this tags too.

You don’t have to submit everything in the day. It’s okay to post a couple days late, this event is just for fun! So, don’t stress about it.

…And that’s everything. If you have any questions, please send an ask, and we’ll be happy to reply.

Hope everyone has fun during this week, and happy early birthday, Jaehee Kang 💛✨

[juminsmysticmc]

hiii!❤️❤️lets be honest, we all thought that you would pass it:D this idea came quite unexpectedly😭 mc is most of the times a foreigner, right?? like I believe she would struggle a lot and especially at Jumin’s business parties. But it’s funny indeed when I think that Jumin would help her and teach her some words. Tbh I don’t even know what I am supposed to request based on this plot.. Could you write about mc just being a foreigner and Jumin teaching her Korean, please?

Jumin teaching a foreigner Mc korean

Hello! Noooo I didn’t believe in it, really! I actually have some problems at work and so I was praying every night I would pass to have a higher graduation…now I feel better, ahahah! But thank you so much for believeing in me! I hope you will enjoy reading this One Shot, please tell me your opinion! Have a nice day too!

Once again, you stood in the middle of the room on your own, looking around with an uneasy look on your face. You were scared, nervous, and at a total loss. Korean wasn’t your first language. You were American and so you were fluent in American English, however most guests at these parties didn’t care to speak English with you, even though they were just as good as Jumin. Your husband arrived with Jaehee behind him as he just returned from a conversation with a highly respected investor before he came closer to you. ,,What’s wrong, my wife?’’ he asked you. His English had improved a lot, ever since he was forced to talk to you in English. You, on the other hand, still didn’t do much. Even though you planned on learning Korean, you were still a mess. ,,Nothing, Jumin,’’ you mumbled back. ,,I feel odd and out of place. No one is talking to me. I think I need to study Korean some more,’’ you nodded. Jumin looked at you with a soft smile before he nodded and told you that he could either hire a teacher or teach you himself. And since he was your husband, you agreed to him teaching you Korean.

,,Can’t I study Hangul after I learned the language?’’ you asked him, unmotivated as you sat in front of him while he was trying to show you some signs. ,,I think, my love, learning both at once would be better for you,’’ he said and tried to teach you the basics again. You tried step by step once again, tried to stay focused on him and follow him during his ,,lessons’’ and indeed, you seemed to learn pretty quickly. ,,Hello, how are you?’’ you said in Korean to Jaehee when you saw her again, making the brown haired woman really happy.

You could keep up with basic conversations by now and no one, not even Jaehee, believed that Jumin was that much of a good teacher. ,,I’m telling you, he is very patient. He explained things to me two to three times and made sure that I could use them too in my daily use. He even prepared stickers all over the house to help me understand the names of different gadgets,’’ you tried to assure the others in your group, feeling more than proud to be able to say that your husband was the one helping and teaching it to you.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

14.05.2022 // 00:35 MEST

[kangjaehee]

you know, more confidently.

In their Christmas Eve lunch, Chaeyoung debates if she should kiss Jaehee under the msitletoe.

for @jaeheeweek22  day 1 - mistletoe.

title: you know, mroe confidently

pairing: jaehee/main character (CMC: Min Chaeyoung)

rating: general

word count: 2965

tags: christmas fluff, a little bit of internalized homophobia, the mcjaehee matching jewerly agenda

CHRISTMAS EVE WAS IN FULL SWING, and Chaeyoung had to admit, she was feeling more festive this season than she’d had in a while. 

Perhaps the ongoing Holiday promos at the café had something to do with it. She had spent her entire week huddled in the kitchen with Lily, baking order after order of cakes and cookies. At this point, she was dreaming of gingerbread and elf hats and Santa and reindeers. The movie sessions with Jaehee, she thought, were another addition. 

Perhaps Jaehee was the biggest change from last year’s Christmas to this one, she thought. Back then, it would’ve been hard for her to imagine she’d be spending her holiday season sleeping over at Jaehee’s house more than once a week, cuddling and watching their favorite Christmas movies, baking their favorite things in the morning, stealing kisses between it all. 

They had started dating recently– it’d be a month soon– and every single romantic Christmas song had acquired a new meaning. She dedicated every single one she heard to Jaehee, as well as every Christmas movie, every little moment. This was their season, their month: they had confessed to each other on a cold night the first of December, and all of their kisses tasted of peppermint and cocoa. 

Work had wrapped up for the day– only a half day before their Christmas break for people to wrap up orders– and now they were headed for lunch at one of their favorite restaurants. This would be one of their first ever actual dates, not counting the many nights they’d already spent at each other’s houses. It made Chaeyoung giddy. With enthusiasm, she closed everything on the café, even taking Jaehee’s hand as she closed the door like she was picking her up from her house, an instance that made them both giggle. 

They drove, gossiping about the chatroom and the people of the café and whatever would happen tonight when Jaehee went to dinner with Chaeyoung’s family, an instance they were both nervous for but looked forward to. Jaehee’s fingers found Chaeyoung’s in stoplights, and they laced their fingers together, and Chaeyoung would look up and smile until Jaehee dis that shy little laugh that always gave Chaeyoung butterflies. 

This was really quite the feeling. They felt like a real couple now that they were doing couple stuff, going to lunch dates after work for quality time like the grown women in their mid-twenties that they were. Chaeyoung found it hard to describe, but she quite liked it. 

The place was not too crowded– an elegant Italian restaurant in a culinary district of Seoul, and a decently popular date night spot, though Chaeyoung figured, to their luck, that most couples would choose to go out at night. This was good, they’d get their food faster. 

“I think we should try the pizzas this time around…” Jaehee mused as they approached the place. “I have heard great things about them.”

“I wanted to do that, as well,” Chaeyoung said. “How about a margarita?”

The frown Jaehee gave her was sudden and comical. “I believe it’s a little… early for such a drink, Chaeyoung.”

Chaeyoung snorted. “I mean the pizza. It is way too early to have margaritas… I was thinking something like wine would be better for now…”

Jaehee scoffed, the ghost of a smile on her lips. “I still believe it is a bit too early for any drinks at all… I’d rather not be drunk at midday.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you get drunk with half a bottle…” Chaeyoung cocked an eyebrow. 

Jaehee’s eyebrows were on her hairline. “Alright, rude.” When Chaeyoung laughed, more irritated, she said, “Okay, first of all, I am not that lightweight. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Baby,” Chaeyoung looked down at her, softening her approach. “Are you going to forget Wednesday’s events?”

“Oh, please, Chaeyoung, that was Pinot Blanc…” she scoffed, an indignant frown on her face. “I was bound to get at least tipsy.”

“You were much more than tipsy, let me tell you…”

“Alright…” she said. “I suppose I could use some wine… it’s Christmas, after all. But I will go light.”

Chaeyoung nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She wondered, silently, if tonight would be any similar to Wednesday… She figured not. Jaehee would’ve learned her lesson after that quite… revealing and eventful evening in the chatroom. She would not want to repeat it again, though Chaeyoung would be amused. 

They had finally arrived at the entrance, having parked a few blocks away. “There’s a mistletoe…” Jaehee said. 

Chaeyoung looked at the door. There was one indeed, hanging right above it. “Would you look at that, there is one…” she said, thinking of how many kisses had been shared under it this season. The waiters would surely be amused by them, just as she was with every kiss at the door of their café. 

Jaehee didn’t move, so Chaeyoung decided to, going ahead and opening the door for her girlfriend, who regarded her with a somewhat dumbfounded look. 

“Go ahead, my darling,” she said with a playful tone, and Jaehee gave her a little smile and stepped inside, without meeting her eyes. 

It was only when Chaeyoung had closed the door and they were walking to their table that Chaetoung realized her grave, grave mistake. 

Oh. Her face was suddenly as red as her hair. 

She did not talk at all once they sat down, to embarrassed with herself to even get a good look at Jaehee. Sometimes, Chaeyoung could be very stupid. She knew this. She was keenly aware of this character flaw, evidenced by the many times Jaehee had, though also without knowing it, flirted with her, and that she had not caught. “Women have to be much more careful when approaching other women…” She had attributed that quote to anything but a romantic intent– misplaced misogyny, the emotional carefulness women were known for that men usually lacked, literally whatever except attraction, until she thought about it months ago, when she was starting to realize her feelings for Jaehee. 

Well, at least now she was slightly faster at picking up the clues. A couple seconds later in comparison to a couple months was quite the development, wasn’t it…?

“We’ll be having the medium margarita with a chardonnay, please,” Jaehee said once the waitress had come to take their order. Chaeyoung ordered water for herself, and the waitress was off. 

“I didn’t know what to get your mother for Christmas…” Jaehee said after a while, and Chaeyoung understood that they were dropping the matter of earlier. “I got her a perfume… I hope she enjoys floral scents.”

“I don’t think they allow that at the hospital, but her perfumes are usually… light and sweet.” Chaeyoung said. It was funny, actually, how well Jaehee seemed to get along with her mother. She had met her when the café opened, and ever since Chuseok, they seemed to have hit it off quite well. Sometimes Jaehee and her would casually talk on the phone about matters that had nothing to do with her. 

Chaeyoung was, all in all, happy to see it, although she did find it confusing, as anyone probably would. She treated Jaehee like a friend and sometimes like her own daughter… which was probably why Jaehee leaned onto her. Chaeyoung knew of her turbulent history with older female figures after her own mother’s death and, with that in mind, was happy to see her have this. And perhaps it might make the revelation of her relationship– and of her own self– easier, when the time came to do it. 

The wine arrived, the waitress pouring it on their glasses. Although they were very much in a casual setting, neither of them bothering to dress up for the occasion, Jaehee still looked very elegant with the browns and golds of the restaurant behind them, her cream turtleneck, the red wine, her slightly pinkened cheeks. 

Chaeyoung had an idea, and raised her glass. “A toast,” she said. Jaehee, with a cute, eye-smile grin, did the same. “To us.” 

“To this… blissful and beautiful new beginning,” she said, “And to many more Christmases together.”

They clinked their glasses and Chaeyoung found herself reveling in this moment, the normalcy of it, the cliché of being a couple lunching together on Christmas, toasting their relationship over a glass of Chardonnay. She wanted to have many more of these moments: couple trips, dinner dates, strolls along the bay, shopping for an apartment and furniture for it. 

It brought her this calm, peaceful happiness to think about it. She was never the sort for clichés, never desired a romance that looked like everyone else’s. Never was the black tie date night, white dress bride sort. With Minhyuk, they had wanted to do love their own way, craft their own version of romance and see what that looked like. But with Jaehee, she was eager to do love the way everyone else had done it, because it would still be irrevocably theirs. 

Shuffling on Jaehee’s purse took her out of her thoughts. Carefully, she pulled out a small box. “I wanted to give you your present…” she said, honey eyes regarding her earnestly, and holding out the small blue box. 

“Oh my goodness…” Chaeyoung was grinning widely when she took the box. She recognized the store, and knew it was not a cheap one. “This is…” 

“Open it,” she said, playfully in a way where Chaeyoung couldn’t help but indulge her. 

With as much care as Jaehee pulled the box out, she opened it to reveal a rather dainty rose gold necklace, with a pink stone etched in a frame that looked kind of like a sun. Chaeyoung couldn’t help but gasp lightly, drawing her fingers through the stone. “Jaehee, this is gorgeous…”

She couldn’t say it fit her jewelry style, as she preferred thicker chains and bracelets, but she could not deny its beauty. Aesthetics be damned, she wanted to wear it forever, simply because Jaehee had gotten it for her.

“It’s a rose quartz,” Jaehee explained. Her cheeks were a similar shade of pink. “Associated with tenderness, comfort, and joy. I figured it was the appropriate stone to represent who you are to me.”

Chaeyoung had a giddy, lovestruck grin on her face, and if they weren’t in the middle of a restaurant, she would pull Jaehee in to kiss her right now. This woman and her attention to detail always touched a very special part of her: the way she made sure everything had a place, a meaning, an intention. She left no stone unturned, and it marveled Chaetoung, making her heart smile every time. 

“And.. lift it up,” Jaehee said, so Chaeyoung lifted the little foam piece. There was another necklace identical to it. “It’s a set of two…” Jaehee said. “I don’t know if I should have consulted you about this, but I wanted to–” She huffed, the way she always did when she was flustered. “I wanted us to have something… that– bonded us, if you will, and I’ve always liked the idea of matching pieces.”

Chaeoung’s smile wasn’t going away anytime soon, and now she was closer and closer every second to damning the restaurant and just going over to Jaehee and kissing her. “No, I love it,” she said. “That way, I’ll always carry you with me… it’s adorable.”

Jaehee was now smiling like a fool as well, turning away just slightly, as if she didn’t want Chaeyoung to see. This woman was too cute in every single way a person could be cute. She was going to make Chaeyoung melt one day. 

“Will you help me put it on?” she asked, having taken out the necklace. “I’ll help you with yours.” It only felt right. 

Jaehee nodded and got up, and Chaeyoung did as well. She turned, pulled up her hair, and Jaehee very carefully placed the necklace around her neck and clasped it. “There you go,” was her cue for her to turn around, as well as Jaehee’s hands ghosting over her hair. Only then did she realize how heavily her heart was drumming.

She parted Jaehee’s hair softly away from the nape of her neck, although her layered haircut made the task a bit more challenging. But, with all the tenderness the stone symbolized, she managed to do it after one failed attempt that resulted in giggles, and when Jaehee turned around, the necklace fitting her like a glove, the pink stone shining bright and that same brightness reflected in her eyes, Chaeyoung felt her breath stop. 

She wanted to kiss her– do something, her lips were aching for a part of her body. Her lips, her hands, her forehead that was so easily accessible. But Chaeyoung stayed frozen in place. She didn’t know how Jaehee felt about public displays of affection, she got nervous even when Chaeyoung stole cheek kisses from her at the bakery. But there was this burning fire of expectancy, and oh, she wanted to… 

She eyed the mistletoe, where a couple had just shared a quick, chaste kiss. Perhaps she would kiss her there once they left. Perhaps then she’d be brave enough. 

“Let’s sit back down,” Jaehee said, and with that, the moment was gone. Chaeyoung meekly went back to her seat and took a sip of her wine. 

The pizza came not long after that, and it was delicious. Thin and with pools of mozzarella that made a delightful combination with the green leaves characteristic of this flavor. She would admit, though, that it would’ve been better with a rosé or sparkling white, the Chardonnay a bit too… punchy for the meal.

For dessert, they had tiramisu, one of Jaehee’s favorites, with espresso. The one this place made in particular was creamy and sweet, which made Jaehee, between pink cheeks and laughter, wipe cream from Chaeyoung’s tinted lips. Yes… Chaeyoung was going to kiss her later. 

The wine was left half-drunk, the bill was split, and they both left the place, breath tasting like coffee and cream and grapes, spirits high for the rest of the holiday– the fact it was their first as a couple just added to the giddy mood– and new matching pendants on their necks. 

Chaeyoung found herself freezing when she got to the door, movements suddenly jittery and heart suddenly racing. She remembered everything that had happened in the past hour and a half: the indirect, her obliviousness, Jaehee’s disappointment, the necklace, her hands, her eyes, her breath as she was close to her. She craved her, the brutal softness of her ministrations, and the mistletoe was right there and so was Jaehee, she could literally just pull her by the lapel of her coat and kiss her, but…

Still, something stopped her in place. The great monster that was insecurity, that sometimes precaution could be. As much as she wanted to wrap Jaehee in her arms and take her as hers in this very place, at this very moment… it would be selfish. She didn’t know if Jaehee wanted this, if she was or was not going to be made uncomfortable by her moves, by a display of them where anyone could see. 

For now, until they were sure, until they were comfortable… it would be better if these moments remained only between them, in the corners of their spaces where few people could see. This thing with Jaehee was something precious and sacred, something that could not, by any measure of the imagination, be ruined, and if she had to swallow her desires at times, she would. 

So, with heavy regret that was exposed in her steps, she began to move away from the door, leaving this moment and its many doubts behind, there would be another one, it just wasn’t meant to happen now, it was fine. 

But then, “Wait…” she heard Jaehee say, brightly. 

Chaeyoung turned to see her, still under the door, a wide, closed-lip smile on her face. 

“What…” she said, frozen, expectant. 

“...Come here for a second.” Jaehee’s words were an open-armed invitation, exuding a sort of calm confidence that pulled Chaeyoung in like a magnet. 

Slowly and very nervously, with her heart drumming in her chest, she approached the door, never breaking Jaehee’s gaze. She had always loved her eyes. Big and honey-colored, they sparkled from within with wonder and glee, like there were sparks dancing behind them. 

She was now standing face-to-face with Jaehee, close enough to feel her coffee-and-cream breath, aware of the plant right above them. 

And then, very carefully but without a smidget of hesitance, she brought her hand to cup her cheek, got on her tiptoes, and kissed her on the lips. It was perfect, sweet, as tender as the stone that had come to now symbolize their love prescribed. 

And Chaeyoung was beaming.

Rushing with an adrenaline that to her was not very well-known, euphoric, powerful, she could swallow the world entire. She cupped Jaehee’s face with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her back. Really kissed her, making sure to taste the tangy sweetness of her mouth that by now she knew so well. And she did not care at all about the holiday or the restaurant or who was looking. Whoever looked would look. 

“Merry Christmas,” she said after she pulled away, a few seconds later, still holding Jaehee close to her. 

With her thumb, Jaehee caressed Chaeyoung’s cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning into her touch completely, pressing her forehead to hers. She wondered, for the millionth time perhaps, how she had gotten so lucky to trip upon this woman. 

Jaehee whispered against her lips, voice made of marshmallow fluff: “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

[afterreign]

relationship status fandom: mystic messenger a/n: takes place years after jaehee’s valentine story summary: An acrostic poem about how the unchanging status of Jaehee and the main character's "friendship" takes a toll. text preview:

Just to be clear: I love you

[nicoinfusedvamp]

Time to re-put this gem out there, for those who have played Mystic Messenger, but were left high and dry from Jaehee's route ^^;; (yes, I'm the author, but had a tumblr name change lol)

[torotauri]

Paddock Pass (E1 Bahrain) - New Kid On The Block [18+] | Lee Jaehee [WEEEKLY]

Warning Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

2778 Words

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You were a young and upcoming racing driver. Despite coming 2nd in the Formula 3 Championship in 2021, you somehow landed a drive with Hitech Grand Prix for the 2022 Formula 2 season. You were surprised at the opportunity given, but nevertheless you had to take it. It was a great opportunity to get yourself into Formula 1, especially when you were not linked with an F1 affiliate at all.

Heading to Bahrain with your girlfriend Jaehee, you both were greeted by the warm air of the Formula 1 paddock. Jaehee, your girlfriend, has been supporting you throughout your whole career so far and you were happy that she was here for you on your Formula 2 debut in Bahrain.

Entering the paddock you were holding hands with your girlfriend Lee Jaehee, you weren’t afraid of getting caught with her given that your relationship was out in public anyways. Despite Formula 2 having less media attention than Formula 1, it still didn’t stop the paparazzi from taking photos of you and Jaehee.

Simple walk later, you reached the Hitech Grand Prix motorhome. This is where you will be spending most of you weekend in. Obviously, it wasn’t the most glamorous motorhome like the Formula 1 people have, but it was still enough for you to have your own driver room where you could rest in between sessions. The room itself was simple, there weren’t much stuff inside. There was a desk, a chair massaging bed, and an en-suite.

“Well, this is it. Welcome to my new home away from home” you introduced the room to Jaehee who didn’t really seemed impressed with the facilities inside the room.

“Meh, it’s not that good. I don’t like it” Jaehee replied.

“Baby, once I get into Formula 1 you would be chilling in those big hospitality motorhomes but until then this is what we get. Come on be happy that I’ve made it this far, just one more step to go” you said.

“Anyways, when’s the first thing on your schedule for today?” Jaehee asked changing the topic.

"Press conference is now so I’ll have to go, should be back in 30 minutes though” you said.

“Hmmmm, maybe we could make use of whatever facilities are here once you’re back from your press conference” Jaehee said with a smirk.

“Sure, whatever you want. I’ll see you then” you said as you left Jaehee alone in the motorhome.

You hated the press conferences, it was something that you never wanted to do, but when you are one step away from the pinnacle of motorsport everyone wanted to know more about you. Plus it was part of your mandatory schedule so you had no choice to go.

The press conference was boring, nothing useful has been conducted during that time. People only asked you how it felt to be the new kid in Formula 2. It was getting repetitive. Thankfully, it ended on time and you could get back to your motorhome and see your girlfriend Jaehee.

Once you opened the door to your motorhome, you saw Jaehee sat there, waiting for you already. Different outfit from what she was wearing this morning, she was currently wearing a crop top, giving you a full view of her midriff and the outline of her round breasts.

“Come on, where have you been babe. I’ve been waiting for you” Jaehee said as she greeted you.

“Press conference was shit” you said.

“Well let’s make your shitty day better then” Jaehee replied with a smirk as you leaned in to kiss your girlfriend.

Kissing Jaehee was nothing special to you as you do it almost every time you see her. However, her lips were soft and you just can’t help yourself but want more of her kiss. Wanting more from her you started to make out with her and the atmosphere of the room was heating up.

Suddenly you pulled out of the kiss which caused Jahee to pout. However, her pouty look quickly turned into a shock look as you pinned her against the wall of your motorhome and continued to make out with her. Moments later, you were making out with Jaehee your hands roaming into her pants and started to rub her clothed pussy causing Jaehee to moan.

“Mmmmhhhmmm” Jaehee moaned into your mouth as you continued to kiss her.

The more you rubbed, the more you feel Jaehee getting wetter and wetter. You could feel the damp spot that was starting to form in her panties showing that she was enjoying the make out session.

Suddenly Jahee pushed you away from the make out session which came as a bit surprising for you.

“Fuck, I need you now babe” Jaehee said.

Jaehee took the initiative this time as she went down on her knees, face levelled with your crotch area. You immediately knew what was going to happen as Jaehee slowly pulled your pants down exposing your cock into the fresh air of the motorhome.

Jaehee then decided to give your cock some teasing by blowing air onto the tip causing you to flinch a little bit at the cool air hitting the tip of your cock. After blowing cool air, she gave your cocks a few kisses before starting the blowjob.

Jaehee started the blowjob by licking all over your cock leaving traces of saliva especially on the bottom of your shaft before taking your whole cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down your cock.

“Ff-f-fuck” you moaned out as you threw your head back to enjoy Jaehee’s blowjob.

You have always loved Jaehee’s blowjobs, the way she bobs her head up and down your cock, using her tongue and swirling her tongue around your cock to give you extra pleasure. Occasionally, she would suck on your balls and use her hand to play with your cock making sure that every part of your cock was pleasured to the maximum when she was giving out her blowjobs. However, what Jaehee wouldn’t do is make you cum with her powerful blowjobs, she would only tease you and edge you.

It was frustrating when Jaehee does this, sucking and licking your cock making you want to cum but then denying the opportunity for your to blow your load down her throat.

If you were being honest, Jaehee was like a pro in cock sucking, she is a girl that definitely knows how to pleasure a man and you were lucky to be the man that she chosen to pleasure. 

As you were enjoying the blowjob Jaehee was giving you, Jaehee suddenly pulled out and stopped her sucking. You looked down, your cock wrapped with glistening drool and saliva from Jaehee’s sucking and licking.

You definitely wanted Jaehee to continue sucking, but you didn’t have time to complain as Jaehee grabbed your wrists and guide you towards the tiny sofa in the room.

Jaehee plopped herself down onto the sofa and spread her legs showing you what you refer to as “paradise”. Taking the idea, you dived into her pussy and immediately planted your face on her pussy, sucking and licking on her lips.

“Ahhhhhhh” Jaehee moaned out at the sudden assault on her pussy.

With Jaehee voicing her pleasure, you continued returning the favour to your girlfriend, pleasuring her with your mouth. You licked and sucked on Jaehee’s pussy like your life depended on it. Wanting to give Jaehee more pleasure, you roamed your hands up to her tits and played with her nipples to stimulate more pleasure from Jaehee.

Jaehee could only respond with more moans. The more you licked and sucked on her pussy, the wetter she got. You were giving Jaehee so much pleasure that she started squirming as you ate her out. She was getting close, you could tell by the way she was acting and how wet she was.

“Ooooohhhhhh baby I’m closeeeeeee” Jaehee screamed out.

Suddenly, you stopped your assault on her. Jaehee’s moans turned into a whine as she was not happy that you denied her an opportunity of an orgasm.

“Hey, what the fuck. I was going to cum” Jaehee whined and gave a pout.

You didn’t reply to her, all you did was straddle her on the sofa and aligned your cock to the entrance of her slick wet pussy. Rubbing your cock onto her pussy lips to tease her a little bit more, you felt the wetness of Jaehee’s pussy, knowing that she was ready for a good fuck.

Teasing her for a little bit more, you both can’t wait. You decided that was enough teasing and you had to enter Jaehee as soon as possible. With one swift motion you stick your cock inside Jaehee’s pussy, and you swear it was the best feeling you have ever felt. Probably better than driving an F1 car or winning an F1 race, not that you would know how that felt like. However, current F1 winners doesn’t get to feel the pleasure of Jaehee’s pussy.

“Ahhhhh” you both moaned out.

Jaehee’s pussy was tight, but wet from all the horniness that went through her body and also from you eating her pussy. With her pussy being wet enough and your cock covered in Jaehee’s saliva from the blowjob earlier, you have enough lubrication to generate friction to fuck Jaehee.

Firstly, you started off with slow thrusts in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was tight, really tight. It was so tight that your cock almost got squeezed out. However, that was not a reason to stop as you continued to fuck Jaehee.

“Ahhhh, fuck ahhh, me ahhh, faster...... babe” Jaehee complained.

That was an offer that you were not going to deny. Following Jaehee’s order, you thrusted your hips at a quicker pace. Increasing the pace only increased the pleasure for you both as you could tell with the moans that Jaehee was producing. She was a moaning mess. The quicker you thrusted the wetter Jaehee’s pussy got. You know she was close, especially when you edged her earlier. 

Jaehee’s pussy got tighter and wetter but you had no intention of stopping your thrusts. This only gave you motivation to bring Jaehee to her peak. You were surprised that you didn’t make her cum immediately when you started fucking her given how you denied her orgasm earlier.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh fffff-ffffffffff-fuckkkkkkkkk I’m cuminggggggg” Jaehee screamed out as she finally reached her peak.

Her pussy contracted around your cock as she finally orgasmed with your cock still inside her. Her orgasm was messy as Jaehee shook and shivered coating your cock with her juices. You tried your best to help her ride out her orgasm by giving her pussy shallow thrusts but that only made her orgasm more intense as Jaehee continued to moan throughout her orgasm.

After what felt like hours of orgasm to Jaehee, her orgasm finally subside as she came down from her high. With Jaehee achieving her orgasm, it was now time for you to achieve yours. And Jaehee was more than happy to return the favour.

“Let me ride you baby” Jaehee offered.

Once again, this was an offer you couldn’t reject. You reluctantly pulled out of Jaehee’s pussy and sat on the sofa. Jaehee then faced you as she lowered her body towards your cock. You could feel the wetness even without touching her pussy, all because of the orgasm she had just been through.

Without warning, Jaehee completely lowered her body onto your cock and sat on your lap in one quick motion. You were a bit surprised at the sudden entry into her pussy, but you weren’t complaining as the tight warm and wet feeling was back wrapping your cock giving you pleasure.

Jaehee didn’t need time to start off as she rode your cock furiously right at the beginning, desperately trying to bring you to the your climax. As Jaehee continued to ride you, the motorhome was filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping as every time Jaehee came down your balls would slap onto her petite butt cheeks.

“Oh fuck, yesssss. Baby work that cock, ride me like that, just like that” you moaned out, clearly enjoying what Jaehee was doing.

“Hmmmmm, aaaahhhhhh, yesss, fuck meeee” Jaehee moaned out in reply.

You were really enjoying this, Jaehee riding you with yourself not needing to do any work. All you did was just sit on the sofa and enjoyed Jaehee’s warm wet and tight pussy wrapped around your cock. Occasionally you would meet Jaehee’s thrusts to give yourself more pleasure which caused Jaehee to moan out every time you did that.

Jaehee’s riding was driving you close to your own climax. You were very close, as you felt a tingling sensation around your crotch area. You could feel the end, you could see the finish line. With that, you decided to also put in some effort hoping to chase that orgasm sensation quicker. You thrusted up and down matching Jaehee’s rhythm.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m close. Get off me” you told Jaehee. But Jaehee ignored you as she continued to ride you.

Obviously, you didn’t want to cum inside Jaehee, even though it would be heaven if you do so. As much as you loved her, you both have a long career to go and having a baby at this stage of your life was so wrong. But from what Jaehee was doing, she was playing a very dangerous game here. You could literally bust a nut inside her any single moment.

“Baby, I’m going to cum soon. Get off me” you repeated.

“Ccc-cc-cum in ahhh mee, I’m I’m ss-safe” Jaehee said in between moans.

You were shocked at what she said. She never let you cum inside her before, no matter how much you asked or begged. This was the first time she was letting you do this and you weren’t going to waste this chance. You continued to thrust up and down to chase your orgasm. And soon it was too much, with Jaehee’s riding and your thrusting, you were right on the limit and the verge of your orgasm.

“Fff-fuck I’m gonna cum, cumming” you moaned out as you finally reached your peak.

The moment your orgasm arrived, your mind went blank. You hugged Jaehee tightly, hips bucked as you fire ropes of warm thick white cum inside Jaehee’s pussy for the first time ever. Jaehee moaned at the feeling of your cum entering her pussy. This was truly heaven for both of you as Jaehee felt you unload what feels like litres of cum into her pussy.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally finish unloading all your cum inside Jaehee. You started to release her from the hug gradually as you looked into her beautiful eyes, still can’t believe what you have just done.

“That was...... Wow...... Fuck” you said as you looked into your girlfriend’s eyes.

“Hehe, thank you” Jaehee said as she got off you.

As Jaehee got off you, you both were able to see the aftermath of what you created. Strings of cum leaked out of Jaehee’s freshly fucked pussy causing a big mess. Some drops landed on the floor, but most of it landed on the sofa. Jaehee used her fingers to scoop up a string of cum that landed on your crotch area and brought her finger towards her mouth to taste your cum. It was a very hot sight to watch but you were too tired to give her an appreciation.

“Mmmmmm tasty” Jaehee said licking her fingers.

After that, you both slumped onto the couch tired and panting. It was one hell of an exercise for both of you. You both looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly you leaned towards Jaehee and gave her a kiss on the cheek, satisfied with how she has pleasured you.

“We should clean the mess up” Jaehee said as you were snapped back into reality.

“Yeah and then I need to strap myself in the car” you said as you got up the sofa.

After a while of cleaning up, you both were done wiping the cum off the floor and the sweat off the sofa. Spraying air fresheners around the motorhome to make the place smell less like sex.

Now that the cleaning up was done, you got up and changed into your Hitech Grand Prix overalls prepared for your first ever qualifying in Formula 2. Before leaving Jaehee gave you a kiss.

“Go show the paddock what you are made of new kid” Jaehee said as she gave you the signature heart gesture as a type of support.

[myesno]

You know, it kinda kills me to know that there are literal TONS of fanfiction from the korean fanbase I couldn't read because of a language barrier. The analyses and ideas people talk about regarding Yoosung, Jumin, Zen, V, Jaehee, Rika, Seven, and Saeran.

I'm dying for more content is what I'm saying. Informative and fictional. I'll grab just about anything now.

[nowayimdie]

Mystic Hotel Messenger ( Mystic Messenger x Hazbin Hotel) - Origin (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1427656666-mystic-hotel-messenger-mystic-messenger-x-hazbin?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=335kokosan In the fiery depths of Hell, where the cacophony of tortured souls echoes through the abyss, our protagonist, a resilient denizen of damnation, emerges as an unlikely heroine. Amidst the seething population of sinners condemned to eternal torment, our protagonist navigates the grim reality, year after year, braving the harrowing Annual Extermination-an ominous event orchestrated by the heavenly forces to maintain order in the nether realms. In this infernal tapestry of despair, our protagonist's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with V, enigmatic owner of the Mystic Hotel Messenger-an establishment that transcends the ordinary realms of infernal suffering. V, harboring a vision to redeem the souls ensnared in sin and grant them passage to the elusive haven of Heaven, extends an invitation to our protagonist. However, the protagonist, hardened by the relentless trials of Hell, harbors a profound skepticism toward redemption. A soul resilient to the notion of salvation, she stands firm in her belief that the stained fabric of her existence cannot be cleansed. Despite her skepticism, a flicker of hope surfaces within her as V extends an offer not of absolution but of sanctuary. In the enigmatic refuge of the Mystic Hotel, our protagonist finds an unexpected haven-a respite from the ceaseless torment and the looming threat of the Annual Extermination. As she treads the corridors of Mystic Hotel, each step becomes a journey of self-discovery and reluctant acceptance. The dichotomy between her steadfast skepticism and the allure of sanctuary weaves a compelling narrative, one that unfolds against the backdrop of V's mission to redeem and the protagonist's silent yearning for solace. In this tale of infernal survival and unexpected encounters, our protagonist's journey becomes a nuanced exploration of redemption, sanctuary, and the resilience of the human spirit-even in the darkest corners of Hell."

[caveeisnot-here]

INTRO POST !!

Hi :3 call me Cavee! (Ka vi) I had Tumblr before but like, I used it for publishing fanfiction and I kinda just wanted to have my own personal blog to just do whatever. So, I'm looking for moots!

Things about me:

She/her (cis girl)

I'm in highschool, I'm a minor, so please ADULTS DNI (or interact but don't be weird or dm me please 😔)

I think, I'm a lesbian, but idk I am girl, I like girls and other people ig? So I mostly just say I'm sapphic. I have kinda sorta been dating my partner (Nb spec) for around 2 years so.

I am bilingual! My first language is actually Spanish so I'm sorry if I have bad English at times :(

I sometimes write but I don't usually finish any of my projects 😕

I like to program! I mostly code in c++ and python. I mostly use c++ for schoolish related stuff but all my personal projects are coded in python (renpy)

I play videogames such as:

The sims 4 (haven't played in a while because I definitely didn't try pirating the game with all expansion packs but later didn't know how to add mods so I panicked and tried playing with my official game but it didn't work and now I don't know how to launch the sims)

Stardew Valley (similar situation, the game updated, for some reason I couldn't update my portrait mod and since I didn't want to play without it I haven't played in several months)

Genshin Impact (haven't played in like two weeks because of school)

Our Life Beginnings and Always

Doki Doki literature club (I have like 50 hours on MAS send help)

Class of '09

Mystic Messager (I have had the game for years and the only good ending I have is Jaehee's)

The Arcana

Obey me! Shall we date?

Colorful stage / project sekai

My Candy Love

Memories - Red White Cinderella (IF YOU KNOW THIS GAME AT ALL BE MY MOOT PLIS PLIS PLIS)

As you can tell I am a big fan of visual novels, and I have been slowly working on making my own! I have other games like Cult of the lamb, FNAF, omori, hollow knight, Undertale, Roblox, and Minecraft but I either haven't played that much if them or haven't played them in a very very very very long time.

I am also in other fandoms such as:

Sanrio

My little pony

Monster high

Demon slayer

Pokemon

Hamilton

Heathers

I would also say I am an artist, although I don't really post much of my art online.

Soo... Moots? Anyone??

[sentinelpri]

My Funny Valentine

The sounds of clinking glasses and classical music echo from the other room as Jumin stands alone in the kitchen of the venue the RFA rented for today’s party. All of the horderves and drinks have already been served, so he’s alone, catching a break. After you were catapulted into the RFA and befriended him in the midst of organizing the party and dealing with Sarah and Glam Choi, Luciel and Jaehee helped him with organizing an expose to show his father and the rest of the country who the actresses really were. He delivered it just minutes ago, and after being hounded by reporters and paparazzi, he fled to the kitchen- RFA and kitchen staff only- for a break from it all.

Knowing that his father and Glam are over and that Sarah and Glam have both been escorted out of the venue by security has him letting out a sigh of relief while he shakes with the force of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He managed to keep his composure out there, but now that he’s alone, he allows himself to catch his breath- at least until Luciel walks in, which makes his breath catch all over again. His lungs are suddenly on fire. 

Luciel is a little funny, a little odd. In the past, Jumin didn’t imagine falling in love, let alone with someone like the redhead in front of him. Rather, he imagined a ‘perfect’ partner; quiet, conventionally attractive, agreeable, the same age as him, and plain. Maybe they’d have a nice smile, or maybe they’d like cats. Perhaps, they’d even like some of the same books as Jumin.

Luciel Choi is not the perfect partner he imagined- in fact, he’s the opposite, youthful, energetic, with a peculiar sense of style and a goofy sort of grin with a couple crooked teeth and multiple caps and fillings from lack of dental hygiene in his earlier years. He’s out of shape from his bad diet and years spent rotating between his bed and a computer chair. His glasses are always a little too dirty and a little too big for his small face, and though he has gorgeous golden eyes and a perfectly shaped nose that pair perfectly with his soft jawline and high set cheekbones, he tends to look awkward in pictures and in crowds. While he likes cats, it’s debatable that he likes them a little too much, and he certainly doesn’t read. He’s far from agreeable, far from plain, far from conventional… 

And honestly, that plays a big part in why Jumin likes him in the first place, because while Seven may be goofy and awkward and unconventional, he’s also funny and genuine and kind. He doesn’t spend time talking to Jumin for his money or for his fame. Rather, he seems to enjoy it. He doesn’t hide boredom with a fake, too-perfect smile like all of the women his father tries to set him up with. Instead, he always looks at Jumin with an excitement the corporate heir has never seen from anyone else, honey-hued eyes beaming and that same goofy, crooked grin on his face. 

Seven is standing there, back leaning against the door. It’s weird to see him dressed up with his hair neatly parted and a suit adorning his soft body, but Jumin doesn’t mind it. He watches with intent as Seven eyes him up and down with a mischievous grin. 

“I heard one of those journalists out there say that you must like brunettes since you’ve had Jaehee as your assistant for so long now,” Luciel muses with one of his feet propped back against the door, looking down at his fingernails. “Should I dye my hair to prove that rumor true?”

“Don’t change your hair,” Jumin shakes his head. He knows that this is just one of Seven’s many elaborate bits, and honestly, he finds it ironic. They flirt, they banter, they joke, but he’s sure that that’s all it is for Seven; a giant joke. “Don’t change a hair for me.”

“Jeez, why so serious? I was just kidding!” Luciel laughs, albeit a little too hard. “I’d look terrible with brown hair!”

“Well. I’m glad you’re aware of that fact,” Jumin shakes his head, eyes falling shut for just a moment. 

“Are you saying I’m not pretty?” Seven gasps and feigns offense, though Jumin can tell that there’s a nervous air to him as he speaks, mouth a little shaky; a little weak, lips trembling and grin noticeable forced. He doesn’t think of it- probably just the stress of the party, he figures. Seven isn’t used to being in public. “I’m offended! Do I need to bring Zen into this? At least he thinks I’m pretty, though I guess that only applies when I’m wearing the maid cosplay.”

“Oh, please,” Jumin scoffs and leans his head back against the wall. “If you bring him over here to discuss this with me, he may have an allergic reaction.”

“Heh, since when did you get so funny?”

“You’ve merely looked over it the whole time. I’ve always found that I have a good sense of humor.”

Seven leans into Jumin’s space, close enough that the ravenette can count the lashes framing his golden eyes through the lenses of his glasses, so close that Jumin can smell his shampoo and cologne; something like teakwood and honey. He’s drawn into it immediately, addicted, and he leans in to match Seven’s energy, only for the redhead to break away from the trance he himself created and start pacing around the small room. The scent of baked mini desserts still permeates the room in a way that’s sickeningly sweet.

Minus the sound of music coming in from the ballroom and Luciel’s footsteps on the kitchen floor, it’s quiet, not a word spoken between the two of them until the hacker suddenly stops in his tracks and turns to him.

“You haven’t danced with anyone yet at all! Guess you don’t want the paparazzi taking pictures and making weird articles out of it, huh? Sucks that you always have to be so careful at these sorts of things- I’m sure there’s gonna be enough talk about that speech you gave out there.”

“While that’s a fair assumption, I’m not necessarily avoiding it to steer clear of the media outlets that are here,” Jumin confesses with a light pink dusting his cheeks, tucking a strand of loose hair behind one of his ears. “I have a different reason.”

“Just not interested?” Seven asks with a quirked eyebrow. “Oh, don’t tell me! There’s someone here you have your eye on but you’re too scared to confess your undying love to her?”

“It’s not undying love, it’s simply… Ah, what do you commoners call it… A crush?” He starts, hoping that Luciel will just figure it out and put him out of his misery already. “And for your information, it’s not a her, either.”

“Oh,” Luciel says it plainly at first, only to gasp and gawk at him a second later “Oh!”

“I’m surprised you aren’t shouting it from the rooftops,” Jumin chuckles as Seven stands there in shock, his face burning as red as his hair. “Didn’t you say you were going to sell that information to journalists the second you got your hands on it?”

“It was a bit,” Seven laughs, and Jumin thinks back to all the jokes the other man has made about him possibly not being interested in women. Jumin’s had the thought that, perhaps, Seven is interested too and was wanting to gauge his chances. But that’s too good to be true, he tells himself. “And even if I were a bad enough person to want to out you like that, I know about C&R’s legal team! You’d win that defamation lawsuit for sure!”

“Fair point,” Jumin shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, I don’t know who it is you were wanting to dance with tonight, but I hope you get to talk to them!”

“I already have,” Jumin smiles.

“That’s good then, I… Uh, well,” Luciel pauses, flustered, then offers a shaky hand to him. The song playing out in the ballroom ends as the hacker continues. “You can always dance with me, if you’d like? If it’s not too weird for you, that is-!”

“Sure. We can do it here if you’d like… I know how you are about being around cameras,” Jumin remarks. He hasn’t seen Luciel in too many pictures, and all the one’s he’s in are incredibly awkward looking. Better yet, the redhead tends to freak out at the idea of being recorded or staying in public spaces for too long, which is probably why he retreated to the kitchen in the first place. Before the next song begins, Jumin takes a bold step forward and takes Luciel by the hands to position him; two of their hands interlaced with the connected arms stretched out, his spare hand on Luciel’s lower back, and Luciel’s spare hand on his shoulder. Then, right as the waltz starts up again, he starts to dance along to it, guiding Luciel through the simple steps. “Your face is rather red. Should we stop?”

“No, no! I’m fine, really! I just- I’ve never been this close to you before, ha,” Seven laughs and looks off to the side, refusing to make eye contact. Jumin notices just how sweaty the other man’s hands are as he holds them, and now he’s wondering how he didn’t see it prior to today; Seven is most definitely interested. “It’s different than what I’m used to!”

“Is that a bad thing?” Jumin leans in to affectionately bump his nose against Luciel’s, only for the younger man to immediately jerk back and trip over his feet.

“Of course not!”

“Do you know how to dance like this? You’re stumbling a lot.”

“I got training when I first entered the agency for spy missions, so yeah, I do,” Seven pouts and stares at the walls behind Jumin like they’re the most interesting things to exist.

“Then you’re just nervous,” Towards the end of the song, Jumin twirls the smaller man, only to then use his hand on the smaller man’s back to drag him back in so their chests are pushed up together. He rests his forehead against Luciel’s, their noses brushing and eyes making contact. It’s only then that Luciel finally looks him in the eye. Both of their hearts are racing now, an ethereal sensation only felt from the other because of how close they are. are. At that thought, Jumin smiles. “Am I making you nervous, Luciel?”

The song ends, but Seven doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stops, stands a little taller, and puts his chin on Jumin’s shoulder.

“Saeyoung,” Seven- Luciel- Saeyoung whispers his name into his ear like it’s a secret, chapped lips brushing against the reddened lobe. After it’s done, he pulls away and continues in a low tone, Jumin’s hands grasping his. “My name is Saeyoung… Don’t go around telling that to anyone, though! You know what they say-”

“Yes, yes, about the pasts of cats and hackers. I won’t tell a soul,” The next song starts, a simpler one that they can simply sway to whilst holding hands. Their fingers interlock perfectly, and though the kitchen is rather hot and stuffy, Jumin feels comfortable for the first time in a long time. The two men connect perfectly, in sync as golden eyes pour into obsidian. “Saeyoung…”

“What’s up? You’re staring at me, y’know!”

“Saeyoung is a beautiful name. It suits you wonderfully.”

“Is- Is that so?” Saeyoung asks and trips over his own feet. Luckily, Jumin holds him up, so he doesn’t fall. “Ah, shit, sorry! This really isn’t my thing.”

“You’re stumbling a lot even though this is considerably less complicated than the waltz. Should we stop?”

“No.”

“You seem too nervous to be enjoying yourself.”

“I- I don’t want you to let go of me is the thing,” Saeyoung confesses, clearly without meaning to since it’s immediately followed by wide eyes and a frantic apology. They stop dancing, but Saeyoung doesn’t let go of his hands- rather, he holds onto them even tighter. Jumin notices that Saeyoung’s palms and fingertips are much more calloused than his own, and the redhead’s knuckles are bruised and littered with scrapes. “Ah, sorry! That slipped out- I mean, I was joking, or… Agh!”

“You weren’t joking at all, were you?” The corporate heir asks with a knowing smirk and releases Saeyoung’s hands, only to then wrap his arms around his curved figure to drag him back in against his chest.

“And? If I wasn’t?”

“If you weren’t, then I don’t ever want to let go of you either,” Jumin laughs and rests his chin on top of Saeyoung’s head. Fluffy, wavy red locks tickle his chin as Saeyoung rests his forehead against Jumin’s chest.  “And if you were, then… I’m joking as well.”

“There’s no windows or anything in here, right? No openings for the paparazzi?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Good.”

In the blink of an eye, Saeyoung is grabbing Jumin by the suit collar of his jacket and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Jumin reminds himself to ask Saeyoung just how long he’s been waiting for this at a later date. For now, he simply leans into it and enjoys the chapped lips, fervent tongue, and taste of honey and champagne. Saeyoung’s hands are skillfully roaming his body, and to be honest, while it’s more than Jumin is used to, he finds himself quickly reciprocating. His own hands trail over pale skin and expensive cloth, squeezing soft hips and settling on narrow shoulders. 

Saeyoung Choi is so intoxicating that Jumin can’t so much as break to breathe. 

But then, the sound of the handle to the kitchen door turning clicks in Jumin’s ears, and Saeyoung is jerking away. The two men try their best to act casual and like they totally weren’t up to anything that the paparazzi would demand pictures of with Saeyoung going as far as to lean on one of the many counters and check his phone. Both of their faces are beet red when the door is opened to reveal two members of the RFA and a plethora of the party guests.

“Uh, did I interrupt something?” Zen asks and pulls at the collar of his shirt. Both an innocent-looking Yoosung and a crowd of journalists are piled up behind the actor, clearly waiting for Saeyoung and Jumin to exit the kitchen.

“Not at all! Just taking a breather,” Saeyoung answers, surprisingly smooth now compared to the mess he was just a few moments ago. “What’s up?”

“Well, the media was hounding me, so I thought I’d bring the trust fund kid back to distract them,” Zen explains with a baffled look on his face. It’s clear that he knows something up, but he doesn’t dare speak of it. “But it seems like you were already on it, Seven.”

A woman’s voice calls for Zen from the crowd, so without another word, Zen goes off to find her with Yoosung following. With their shared solitude interrupted, Saeyoung and Jumin start to exit the kitchen, but not without Jumin first leaning into the hacker’s ear and whispering;

“We can finish this later, Saeyoung.”