#jumin fluff

[omgjumin]

firsts with han jumin <3

summary: the first time you hug and kiss jumin

tags: jumin has mommy issues (me too), he's just a man in love, gender neutral reader, canon compliant, fluff just fluff

notes: ive noticed the myms fandom is starting to get more active, so i got jumin brainrot and made this, i could make a nsfw second part for this if you guys want anyway

the first time you hug jumin is after the party. you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him close to you without letting go. jumin is so warm, the way his body immediately reacts to your touch and relaxes upon embrace. his heart is beating faster and faster with each passing minute and jumin can't help but smile at your affection. but jumin has never really liked hugs or anyone touching him in fact. his father was never really around him when he was a child and some part of him wondered why even though deep in his heart, he knew why. his birth mother only left a deeper hole in his heart after she divorced his father. jumin never received love when he was a child and he's accepted it. yes, his father gave him gifts that he only hoped were full of love when the time was necessary but jumin never felt the love that he truly craved.

he was casted away, locked behind a door that separated him and his mother for hours at a time. the basement that held no ones presence but his and toys. he wasn't a normal child, at least that's what he was told. no one has given him true affection up until now. he's almost expected that he'd hate affection whenever it was directed towards him. but when you wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his chest, he doesn't know what to do. he tries almost as naturally as possible to bring his arms up to hold you as well. yet you could feel the awkwardness behind his actions. you find it funny almost. you have a silver band that fits perfectly around your ring finger and a matching one on his yet jumin doesn't know how to hug you back.

you laugh softly as you tilt your head up to see the awkward love struck man. "you're going to have to get used to this." you say almost in a mocking way but your words hold no malice towards him. jumin could only laugh softly before nodding his head to your words. it's only been a few seconds yet jumin never wants to leave your embrace.

the first time you kiss jumin is right before you leave his penthouse for the first time. jumin kissed you on the first morning of you staying there in front of sarah, yet you had no time to react nor kiss him back. your mind was hazy, should he really be kissing you while elizabeth was still missing? should his soft lips really be on yours in front of sarah, when you could've sworn you were just a friend. yet when v comes to take you home, you stood in front of jumin, your hands reaching forward to grab his. "even when you're still standing in front of me, i miss you." jumin whispers as if he wanted no one but you to hear. "ill miss you too." you say quietly even though you were going to see each other again in less than 24 hours. 

jumin is scared that if he touches you more, he won't be able to let you go. that maybe he'll just send v away, tell him that you might as well stay here with him. jumin will excuse it as the potential of danger but he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else. his head is still tied in knots but when he feels your lips on his, there's a moment of tranquility in his brain. where peace takes over, there's only sounds of ocean waves crashing, birds chirping, the sound of your voice calming down his rushing heart. jumin can't help but close his eyes and just hope this moment never ends. he feels your lips moving against his very gently as if he was a fragile glass flower. jumin almost feels guilty, his heart is racing and he feels fragile in your touch but shouldn't he be making you feel that way? as soon as his eyes flutter open, you pull away slowly and smile up at him. if jumin didn't know any better, he would've collapsed on the floor. the dramatic fall that he saw so many times in soap operas. you were so pretty, enough to make him fall in love with you even more than he already was. his heart is beating against his chest even harder now and it only took one look from you.

[serede986]

Boyfriend Jumin HCs~

Gets you a bouquet of roses on every date. When he first saw your excitement on receiving the first bouquet, he got addicted to your happiness, although he refuses to accept it.

Speaking of dates, he arrives exactly 30 minutes before meet-up time. You're not aware of it, so shhh.

He is learning new breakfast recipes from the chef for whenever you stay over. He would wake up early, and prepare to serve you breakfast in bed.

Matching pajamas are ordered for you, him and Elizabeth the third.

Drops Elizabeth in your care, whenever he's out for a business trip and he can't take you with him. He trusts you and no one else.

Neatly folds your clothes and keep it next to his, whenever you visit him for a few days or travel with him.

Will take your advice over every new merger his company makes.

Is obsessed with your voice. He'll listen to you talk for so long, you think he's not invested in your topic of conversation. But believe me, he is. Imagine that love struck look on him.

Loves it when you put his head on your lap and play with his hair or massage his scalp. Count to 100 and he'll be out in a deep sleep.

Kisses your forehead every time one of you leave to part ways.

Will read every favorite romance book of yours, just to learn how to swoon you.

"Elizabeth the third, we need to talk about when your mother comes over. You're precious to me, and so is your mother. But your mother has taken the first place in my heart."

[elihighness]

My roman empire is Jumin han, how the heck I can't take that man out of my head??? He's living rent free with all the expenses daily and I'm just here, trying to keep up with the weight of his presence even though he was never actually there. I don't know, I'm delusional on another level.

[xelasrecords]

In the Dead of Night, You Bring Me Back Alive

Han Jumin x Reader

What if you're not insecure about attending the high society parties that being in Jumin's life entails? What if instead of floundering at a public event and waiting for a rich man to rescue you, you could stand on your own?

Featuring an after-party scene where you and Jumin share quiet meandering conversations and find peace in them. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Words: 3.8k

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Your words always wielded power. It was one of the reasons Jumin was intrigued by you. While he was a figure who commanded respect through his presence and status, you were someone with an air of quiet confidence. It was the kind of subtlety that people tended to overlook, but impossible to unsee once they saw it. Jumin might stand tall in front of everyone, his confidence formidable and magnetic, compelling the whole room to focus their attention on him, but one word from you would bring him to his knees.

Not that he minded.

He knew what kind of hold you had over him and would give in to you without a second thought. You were the person he loved. You were the person he admired. You were the person who knew the exact things to say to stimulate both the intellectual and sentimental parts of his brain that no other person could, except for Jihyun. If it weren't for social constructs, Jumin would gladly roll out a red carpet wherever you went and worship the ground you walked on.

Elizabeth the 3rd was treated like a princess. You, a human whom he cherished above all the fortune he possessed, should receive a treatment fit for a queen. Racking his brain for more things to give and do for you was his daily routine.

Tonight, both of you were inebriated from the numerous glasses of alcohol—champagne for you, wine for him—swiped from the corporate gala tonight, you considerably more so than him. With your red heels strewn out on the polished marble floor, the strap lacing trailing behind and stray confetti stuck on the sole of the right stiletto, you left them as they were while you slumped against the side of the white sofa. It had been a long night, and the back of your feet was throbbing. Elizabeth the 3rd was nowhere to be seen, but she was most likely asleep in her bed of posh design and hand-carved frame.

Jumin had crashed on the floor alongside you when your knees buckled from exhaustion. You had entered the penthouse together, his arm around your waist, steadying you as you snickered at things incomprehensible to anyone but you. You waved languidly at the bodyguard posted outside the door while Jumin gave him a brisk nod.

How the bodyguard didn't appear weary at this ungodly hour was beyond you. You grinned at him and threw a hearty good night! before you went in. If there was anything you knew from being with Jumin, it was that everyone could use a little bit of kindness. The irony of maintaining a stoic, emotionless mask was more taxing than living freely was not lost on you.

In your drunken haze, you registered that Jumin had put away his dress shoes and transferred your clutch onto the glass coffee table, a preventive measure to keep you from tripping over them. It wouldn't be the first time you made a fool out of yourself by having poor muscle coordination. The mistakes just had never been made public and you intended to keep it that way. For Jumin, he only wished to keep you from sustaining more injuries.

During the gala, Jumin had noticed the raw chafed skin on your ankles when you made rounds and exchanged amicable banter with the people you had learned only hours before, courtesy of the guest list Jaehee had put together. However impressed Jumin was with you, he couldn't stay still after catching glimpses of you wincing when you thought nobody was watching. Immediately, he requested Driver Kim to retrieve a medical kit.

But despite the pain you were enduring, you glimmered. Your gold sequin dress swirled around your figure as you conversed with other guests, making polite enquiries and occasionally tilting your head back in laughter when the topic entertained you. You had the talent of making your conversation partner felt important and welcomed, like everything they said was interesting and worth your time. You were an attentive listener and an even more suave speaker.

Jumin knew this easy-going character was a front you put up to support him. Although he had reminded you that you needn't play the part of a charmer to boost his image and win him more contracts, you couldn't be dissuaded. The last things you wanted were to stumble and fail spectacularly in front of a respected crowd and tarnish Jumin's reputation. If Jumin had done this his whole life, the least you could do was to understand his ways of survival.

Besides, there was a part of you that found this amusing. It was new and different, and you always welcomed a challenge. And who was to say this was not the real you? You were an amalgamation of everything you wanted to do and everything you had done, and this was one of them. As much of a charade as it was, it was also moulding your personality into something with more depth and complexity. Truthfully, you were tired of always being the same person you were before you met Jumin. You needed a change.

Even if you were not yet as well-versed as Jumin, you were determined to carry yourself with elegance and your head held high. The two of you were a sight to behold. He possessed an assertive demeanour that led him from one person to another with definitive strides, while you lured people in with the unique flair that belonged to you alone. Together, you were a force impossible to break. Everyone knew you had each other's back without making an ostentatious display about it. No one would dare to touch you.

Albeit you had spent the evening largely separated from Jumin, there were times when you would search for the one familiar face in the room that you loved, only to find him already looking at you. Stealing glances amidst the faceless crowd was a game you liked to play. Whenever he caught your eyes, his stern expression would soften, a soft, genuine smile that was exclusive to you would grace his lips, and his shoulders would lose their tension.

A few seconds would pass before he assumed the original stance with his conversation partner. But during that short time, the faces around you would blur and the mindless prattle would fade into the background. It felt as if you and Jumin had entered a peaceful bubble invisible to outsiders, and you could finally breathe. Even when you were not physically attached to his side, Jumin had brought you all that was safe and sound. That few seconds were all you needed to power through the evening. You knew it was also the case for Jumin.

Beneath the opulent crystal chandelier and melodious tune of live jazz, you weren't nervous about navigating the crowd alone. Although you were not the most outgoing person alive—it was exhausting to speak after dabbling in small talks with five people—you were glad that Jumin trusted you enough to handle your part alone. In the beginning, he used to fuss over every little thing, worrying that attending these parties would bring discomfort to you. He reassured you that if you ever needed help, you could signal him and he would come right by your side.

Of course, you knew he would stay true to his word, but you wanted to be capable. If you had to live in this corporate world that Jumin had introduced you to, you would have to adapt and hone your skills. You didn't want to hide behind his protection. Yes, it would be easier if you simply passed all the problems to Jumin and let him handle them, but you also loved yourself, and that meant fortifying yourself enough so that you could hold your own in the face of the public.

Jumin adored the fire in you.

Once he realised you were never going to relent, he offered personal tips and helped you practice as you eased into his world, all of which you gratefully received and implemented. It was unrealistic to sit back and hope for the best when it was only a matter of time before the media criticised you for being a gold digger disguised as an unfortunate damsel. Malicious rumours had begun to circulate the moment your dating news was made public, and it would continue to escalate unless you did something. You had to take control of the narrative before they could define you.

At the present moment, the ghost of the raucous chatter fell away as you felt Jumin's cold fingers wrapped around your ankle and carefully rested it on his crossed legs. "Don't move, darling," he chided. "Your feet are bleeding. Allow me to clean your wounds."

The penthouse was quiet and you were safe. You could let down your shield now.

The only light switched on was in the hallway by the front door. It poured into the living room, its yellow gleam illuminated Jumin's concerned face. The sight of him in his three-piece formal suit while gently dabbing rubbing alcohol on your injury was a pleasant thing to see. Even after a long night, he still looked put together, not a hair out of place.

You didn’t even complain about those heels during the ride home, yet he noticed. You felt love, so much love. "I feel like I am consumed by love. It's like love is coursing through my veins and exploding with fireworks inside." You let out a worn-out giggle. "If you cut me open and study my organs, I bet you could see how much I love you. I bet there would be a whole fiesta going on in my bloodstream and muscle tissues."

Jumin gave you an amused look before plastering a bandage on your ankle. "I do not have to witness you spilling your internal organs to feel your love." He put down your leg and lifted the other onto his lap. "The things you say, truly."

You relished in his tender touch, feeling its cold against your warm skin, running from your exposed calf up to your thigh where the slit of your dress fell off, a golden rumpled sea of glitter around you. "But imagine tiny cells wearing party hats running around inside me. How absurd!"

"Now, where did you get this idea from?"

"The tiny cells just announced it with trumpets and drums in my brain."

"God." Jumin shook his head, but not without good humour.

"Am I scaring you away? Do you fear my"—you let out a dramatic gasp—"unbidden thoughts?"

"I fear for the people who mean you harm. You, however, are still as mesmerising as ever," he said, his striking grey eyes studying your face. "You were captivating tonight. I had to fight off the physical urge to make you the sole focus of my attention. It is so easy to forget about everyone else when you are there." Jumin had finished bandaging your left foot and placed both your legs on top of his, running his fingers up and down across yours.

Shivers crawled up your spine. "So were you. You have the same effect on me."

"You were the highlight of the party. Have you any idea how many compliments I received on how seamlessly you fit into this society? People had been waiting for your downfall, but you put yourself above everyone instead." Jumin smiled at you. "And you didn't even have to try."

"What can I say? I'm a natural charmer."

"And very humble too."

You closed your eyes, a wan smile painted on your lips. The alcohol was catching up to you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. "No, actually, it was the opposite. I tried very hard." You sighed. "I wasn't always this polished before I took your advice."

"I must be frank with you. I don't think you need all those extra lessons. You have always been excellent at being yourself." You weren't looking at him, but his voice alone spoke of total adoration.

You had never been on the receiving end of such affection. How fortunate you were to cross paths with him, to be loved by him. He had never given you any reason to doubt him and had always treated you well from the moment you met. You were not a believer in fate, but you believed in him.

You flailed your arms at him, motioning him to sit beside you. You yearned to feel the warmth from his body. "How about you? How well do you think you are at being Han Jumin?"

He put your legs down and obliged, shifting to your side, your shoulders nudging each other. There was a stretched silence as he pondered your question. You rested your chin on your tucked knees and gazed up at him.

"There are two Han Jumins in the world—or are there three? The first one is what I present to the public. The second is a mixture of the dutiful son and the loyal friend. The third one is the man I am with you."

The wine must have also brought out the pensive side of him. You had half-expected him to bludgeon your question with his usual brand of self-assurance, listing out his achievements and strengths. You preferred this vulnerable honesty, however rare it was, over the stoic image he put on in front of people.

"I like all versions of you," you said, offering him your own honesty.

"It's unfortunate that I have to create multiple personas to meet everyone's expectations." Jumin craned his neck down to look at you. "There are times I fear that I might lose myself if I play a certain part for too long, but this fear is a paradox in itself."

"A paradox?"

"Which persona is my true self? Have I split myself into too many pieces that they've become indiscernible? If I can't tell which piece is real, then who am I masquerading as this whole time?" He took a deep breath. "Who am I, if I couldn't be put back together?"

"This vulnerable Jumin seems pretty real and whole to me." You took his hand into yours, massaging his palm. "But don't you think it's normal to don multiple masks to survive? I'm not saying we have to be fake, but that's how humans navigate life."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at."

"See, I am more reserved and polite in front of strangers. I'm careful not to offend people and filter which things to say. But with the RFA, I can be more relaxed and let go of myself. And with you, well, I have no qualms about saying anything that comes to my mind."

"I can attest to that." Jumin chuckled. "But if politeness is a charade, then can we really be genuine in treating people?" You cocked your head to one side. "You may recall that I am trying to be more considerate with my employees."

You scoffed. "I am positively drunk, Jumin. My memory is impaired." You knocked on your temple in quick succession with your knuckle and yelped. Your head instantly felt heavy and your vision spun.

At no time, Jumin was already checking and caressing your head. "Be careful, love. Are you all right?"

You waved it away. "It will pass." You let him continue to card his fingers through your hair. It was therapeutic; every touch from him was. Recalling his musing earlier, you shared your thought, "Even if the act of being polite is a faux gesture—which I don't think it is—doesn't the feelings of the receiving party matter more?"

"Do elaborate."

"When you're polite to someone, you extend your respect to them. You treat them like a decent human being. It feels good to be treated well, you know." Lowering his hand from your head, you slung his arm around your shoulders and leaned against him. "I know you are indifferent towards niceties because people tend to only be nice to you out of fear or greed, but please hear me out before you debate me on this."

"I am listening to you." Jumin rubbed your arm, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "My experience doesn't cancel out yours, and I'm interested in what you want to say."

You rested your head against his chest, vertigo already subsiding. "I remember when a salesperson tended to me with patience and smiles even when I asked a lot of questions. I felt sorry for that, but it made my experience better than if I had to face a rude person who looks down at me for my ignorance."

"And that improved your feelings."

"You know how when you're having a bad day, everything becomes a chore?" You tucked in a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Standing underneath the shower is tiring. Making your bed is almost impossible. Talking with people at work makes you feel like you're drowning further in the mess that is you. Nothing can be smoothed out. Everything is creased."

"I have my maid to tidy up my bed, but I understand the sentiment," Jumin said in all seriousness.

"Well, I was having a bad day, but those three minutes of friendly exchange, even when they were out of obligation, had lifted my mood for three minutes. I had this thought, 'Ah, that wasn't too bad. Maybe I shouldn't shun this life just yet.' Then, my day became a little more bearable."

Jumin placed a kiss on your forehead and murmured, "I would like to meet this person and thank them."

"It was a long time ago, so I can't remember who it was. I remember how it made me feel though, so I reckon politeness has more worth than being a superficial act."

Jumin squeezed your hand three times. You had shown him an article about the gesture, informing him that it meant I love you. Since then, the two of you had made it into a habit to do so. "Your observations never cease to amaze me. I love this about you." He was also in the habit of proclaiming his love for you every now and then. "You bring your thoughtfulness wherever you go, that even if you wear thousands of masks, you wouldn't be in danger of losing yourself."

"I didn't know that's how you see me."

"It is. You are so grounded in you that it unnerves me to realise what it says about me."

"What does it say about you?" you asked softly.

"That I am not as connected to myself as I had thought." From the way you were practically lying on him, you could feel his chest rise and fall. "I know who I am. I know my likes and dislikes, my strengths and weaknesses. But knowing things aren't the same as owning them."

"Because they don't feel like they are part of you?"

"I don't know if they are true to my character. I slip on new faces quite easily," Jumin went on. "You know how I used to deal with contracts."

You remembered what Jaehee said aeons ago when you just joined the association. Jumin was a businessman who used his good looks to hook potential business partners into signing contracts with him, especially women who clambered onto him without the slightest shred of dignity, only to quit cold turkey on them once the contract was over.

It wasn't the most morally correct thing to do, but you also thought it was an apt response to people who merely wanted to take advantage of his wealth. "It's a necessity for you. If you have the leverage, why not use it?"

"You seem to contradict yourself," Jumin said. "This competitive edge had left many women heartbroken, as I recall."

"Maybe I just feel inclined to defend you and put your happiness first." You shrugged. "And once again, I am drunk."

"You are running out of chances to use the drunk card."

You hummed while tracing the buttons on his white dress shirt. "How many chances do I have left?"

"One."

At this, you straightened up and swivelled your body to face him. "What kind of rule is that?"

"My rule. I can do anything I want if it contributes to my happiness, as you very kindly declared." Jumin smirked.

Your brain was too muddled to come up with a counter-argument, so you merely huffed and sat back in silence. Jumin picked up the skirt of your dress that had bunched up between you two, rolling the sequins from one finger to another. The only sound wafting through this nearly dark penthouse was the crinkle of the gold coins embedded on your dress.

You wished every night was like this. Being together in peace, talking about things you would barely remember the next day. The dim yellow light cast long shadows beneath the outline of your figures, and you knew that this moment would stay forever bursting technicolour in your mind.

"You're judging yourself too harshly," you said after a while. "You just started discovering your emotions and learning how to dissect these layers that you had long buried. It's not fair to yourself if you expect an immediate result by using my progress as your benchmark. Not when I've been in touch with my inner self for longer than you have."

"Except I'm usually a fast learner."

"Usually." You bumped his leg with your toes. "It's about time you're not the best at something."

To your surprise, Jumin laughed at your statement. It was a crisp, freeing laugh that you had never heard before. You jumped at the sound, but it only made him laugh harder. His voice sent tremors down the hollow of your bones. Then suddenly, you also cackled, imagining all the bones in your body quivering because of him. What a ridiculous thought! But how funny!

Soon enough, none of you could stop the fits of laughter. You, doubling over with a hand on your stomach, the curtain of your hair streaking over your already blurred eyesight. Jumin, shoulders shaking from trying and failing to stop, one arm rounding your body, the other straightened out, hand clenching at his thigh.

Nothing made sense, but nothing had to.

Years later, after you and Jumin had moved out of the penthouse for a place that you owned together, this was what you would remember: in the dead of night, two souls were alive with giddy lightness, as bubbly as the champagne you had downed, as intimate as the mutual understanding you had shared. In your long span of life to come, this was the memory you liked to come back to. This one evening with him might be brief, but it made your life more bearable.

That was the only thing that mattered.

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Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

[fishsticksloser]

More Than Words

Jumin x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, kissing, fluff, sappy

A/N: Jumin would spoil the fuck out of you during Valentine's Day.

Jumin was working hard, too hard in your opinion. He worked until late hours, claiming he had too much work to do. You understood, but you felt lonely, set aside. Your fingers were crossed that he would be home during Valentine's Day.

"Darling," Jumin whispered, kissing you awake. "I have to go to work."

"Okay..." You sigh. You were disappointed. Would you tell him that? No, at least not yet, you didn't want him to worry too much.

"I love you." He smiles, kissing your forehead.

You got up not too long after he left. You made breakfast and started your plan for the evening when Jumin would come home. You planned on making dinner together, so you had to get groceries.

^•-•^<

"Darling?" Jumin called.

He was home a lot earlier than you anticipated. A lot earlier. Instead of coming home in the evening, he was back shortly after noon.

"Jumin," You smiled. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon."

"I didn't want to miss our first married Valentine's Day." He chuckled, taking your hand and kissing it softly.

^•-•^<

You made and ate dinner together, you were happy. He made up for time he had been gone. Complimenting you, kissing you, constantly having his hands on you.

"Everyday I fall for you all over again and I find that to be pretty neat." Jumin mumbles, kissing you tenderly, not really letting you return his sweet words. "I never thought I'd be capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, flip my world upside down, and prove me so incredibly wrong."

"Jumin..." You laugh. He doesn't let you continue, kissing you again.

"I love you." Jumin's lips brushing yours. "I am lucky to have you in my life... To have married you. Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

[hecalledme-jagi]

Hello there! Hope your day/afternoon/night has been good so far! Could I request the Rfa with a who is a short and cute-looking woman but when she talks for the first time, her voice is actually super deep and mature?

Aw, I hope you’re doing well too! Thank you for the request, this is one of the cutest ideas I’ve received, and I love you for requesting it! Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy ^^

I'm not 100% satisfied with Seven's, but I can't delay this any longer.

A Short MC With A Deep Voice

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Zen

- Zen has loved your voice from the moment he heard it, and he made sure you knew it.

- Talking on the phone with you was addictive because of that enchanting voice.

- It eased his troubles and blew away his fatigue.

- When he found out that the larger-than-life voice he came to love belonged to a cute little lady, he was blown away.

- He wasn’t expecting that chocolatey smooth voice coming out of such a tiny frame, and he absolutely loved it.

- He thinks it suits your personality, and he finds the difference between your appearance and voice to be the cutest thing.

- Your voice gives him goosebumps, it always has and it always will.

- You’ve also caught him holding his breath in awe of your voice a few times.

- For him, your voice is intoxicating and makes his heart pound, especially when you get flirty or when you first wake up in the morning because it becomes this slightly raspy Dionysian drug.

- He could listen to you endlessly, and if you can sing, you better believe he’s asking you to sing to him every chance he gets.

- Your voice is his weakness, like a siren to a sailor.

Jumin

- Your voice made a clear impression on Jumin the moment he heard it over the phone.

- The feminine yet mature sound gave him an idea of what type of person you were, and its pleasant sound made him wish he could talk with you more.

- (Don’t even get me started on how his heart skipped a few beats when you said his name for the first time)

- He found it a bit strange, in a lovely way, how your voice played on loop in his head for the rest of the day, which he had never experienced before.

- He found it even more bazaar that your voice could calm his nerves and ease his mind, giving him the energy to make it through the day.

- The richness of your voice reminded him of his favorite bottle of wine, and whenever he drinks it, he thinks of you.

- And he was pleasantly surprised by the fact that such a bold voice belonged to this adorably small woman when he met you.

- His new image of you was a kitten with the roar of a lion, and he was smitten.

- Your voice never fails to help him relax and soothe his messy mind.

Yoosung

- When he called you for the first time, he wasn’t expecting to hear such a mellow and resonate voice on the other side of his phone.

- It surprised him, but it's honestly the most attractive voice he’s ever heard, and he felt a little bashful just listening to it.

- He tried to imagine what you looked like based off your voice.

- Seven had said you were cute, but Yoosung figured that maybe he meant that you had a mature cuteness.

- When he met you at the party and saw that you were this short and sweet cutie, it didn’t come close to how he imagined you, but that didn’t change the fact that he thought you were everything and more.

- For Yoosung, something about your voice makes him feel secure, and the night he was injured by Unknown definitely has something to do with that.

- He had called you on his way to the hospital, and the overwhelming relief he felt when he heard your voice nearly made him cry.

- Hearing your voice assures him that everything will be okay.

Seven

- Seven was the first one to see you before hearing your voice, and he thought you were adorable from the get-go, but when he heard your voice, dang, you sent him through a loop.

- At first, he thought you were just good at doing a deep voice, but the second he realized it was your actual voice, he was two parts nervous and two parts excited.

- He was charmed and ready to cause some chaotic mischief.

- After you guys started dating, you better believe he’s having you help him with prank calls.

- You guys have such great vocal range that together, you are unstoppable.

- Aside from the mischief, he simply loves listening to you talk.

- He especially loves that when you two are alone, you quiet down, and your gentleness takes front and center stage through your voice.

- The way your voice becomes a sweet whisper filled with the purest affection undoubtedly makes him feel loved, and the depth of its tone never ceases to warm him.

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[screamingberries]

HC that Jumin would own a cat hoodie with a pouch in the front ik he tends to wear more restricted clothing than something loose and casual but this is the exception I love this man I adore soft jumin yall >•<

[yourdarkestdestiny]

Been workin on a Mystic messenger oneshot 💜🖤 finally completed it today ^^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38975253

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — A LITTLE LITTLE MORE LOVE.

#. synopsis! — sweet gestures from them to you .

#. characters! — hyun (zen), jumin, saeyoung (707), yoosung, jaehee .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — back in the mm pit because it's summer and it's time for my annual redownload <3 i've also been thinking about opening a discord, so if anyone has thoughts on that, i'd love to hear them! PLUS, i played the free demo for this indie otome-esque game on steam called homicipher, and i am begging for the release of the first chapter, idk if any of you have played it, but i am way too addicted for having only played like half an hour of it. anyway lolol, enjoy!!

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.

＃ JAEHEE !! ♡

Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.

[stormflypirateskin]

Summary: Jumin tries laying his head on your lap for the first time.

"Like.. this?" Jumin asked with the most blank face but he didn't seem uncomfortable.

He had wanted to try laying on your lap, but since he was so tall, he decided to just lay his head there instead. It was a funny idea but he wanted to see what it was like to be a cat.

"Yeah, you got it." You just smiled and let out a small giggle as Jumin stared up at you, a small blush on his cheeks.

Well, as long as you were smiling and laughing, he was happy to do anything for you. A grin made its way to his face as he felt very warm inside.

You reached out and gently ran your fingers through his hair. It made Jumin surprised but he started to feel very relaxed quickly.

Any form of your touching was always enough for him to rest back and enjoy as the smile on his face widened. You could feel him being more comfortable in this position.

It was like he just straight up became a cat, literally. You, sitting up on the couch staring down at your man while he, was laying his back on the couch with his head on your lap. Like he was your little cat.

"This feels really good. So this is how it feels like to be a cat. Having someone you adore stroke your hair." Jumin had already closed his eyes as he felt his blush slowly widening. How are you this good at making him feel this nice..?

He could just lay there forever. No, he wished he could stay there forever in this moment with you. Such a comforting feeling he shares with you, no matter the situation, Jumin feels like you complete him, you make him feel warm, you make him feel so good.

And just like that, Elizabeth the 3rd jumped next to you on the couch and observed the scene. First time she saw Jumin like this. She was hooked, pretty much. Letting out a small meow, she climbed over your lap.

"Elizabeth the 3r-" Jumin got cut off by his cat walking over his face. Elizabeth's foot accidentally stepping on his eye which made him sit up immediately.

Elizabeth the 3rd stared back at Jumin as she sat on his lap casually, not seeing that she did that to her owner. "You are.. really bold, Elizabeth the 3rd." Jumin chuckled with a smile as the white creature meowed at him.

Seems like she wanted to join in as well. How cute.

You couldn't help but laugh along with Jumin. A lot of moments like these made you two feel warm and be able to have fun in anything you do.

You always feel safe and happy when you are around him and you couldn't be happier. Elizabeth the 3rd was also very adorable and it was so cute to live with her, she was super fluffy as well.

And Jumin, couldn't be happier that you are his and he is yours. Every single day he feels so happy when he wakes up and he sees you by his side. Every single day with you feels so amazing and he always wishes to be near you and hold you close to him.

You were both happy and you two will do and go through anything while being next to each other. Because Jumin loves you so much and will do anything for you.

[omgjumin]

☆ 10:27 pm ! han jumin

you sat on the couch with your phone in your hand, aimlessly scrolling through social media. most nights since last week, jumin has been coming home later. your husband has been constantly reminding you that it is okay to go to sleep instead of waiting for him. however you don't miss the surprised love struck expression on his face each time you greet him at the door.

however, this time your body seems to be falling into the couch's trap. the trap of tying your body down to the cushions and not letting you go. slowly, you subconsciously lean your body down, letting it lie flat on the couch. if you didn't know any better, by now you would've been a goner. the soft and plush pillow resting beneath your head plus the blanket draped around your waist aided your body to fall asleep. "no, i have to stay up." you said to yourself though your body did not care for your concerns. "maybe just a small nap?" you laid down your phone onto the coffee table in front of you before pulling the blanket up above your shoulders. and just like that, you fell asleep.

jumin, who snuck inside the penthouse quietly, five minutes prior to you falling asleep, was watching you fight yourself to indulge in the sweet comfiness of the couch. deciding not to move an inch in order to not wake you, jumin gazed at you from where he stood in the living room. it is often that jumin adored elizabeth the 3rd while she was sleeping, however when it came to you… it felt all the more calming. to see you, so beautifully sleep in the same spot elizabeth once did, brought some sort of deja vu to the love struck man. jumin, who from a year ago would only scoff if he heard that he would ever find tranquility in another person. jumin, who unknowingly longed for a lover. jumin, who hated the idea of someone abandoning him just like his father's ex companions. jumin, who closed off anyone from getting too close to him. now became the jumin, who found serenity in your presence. "i love you." jumin whispered.

"i love.. you too.." you slurred in your sleep. not even daring to open your eyes to be met with blinding overhead lights, you reached out your hands for jumin. "my love, you should be in our bed sleeping, not the couch." jumin walked closer to you before taking hold of your hand. "i wanted to wait for you but i fell asleep. im sorry." jumin chuckled as he shook his head, as if you were looking at him. "it's okay, let's get you to bed." before letting yourself get picked up from your spot on the couch, you pulled on jumin's arm, making him fall on top of you. happily, you wrapped your arms around the surprised man, trapping him down with you. "darling, we could've cuddled on the bed."

"didn't want to." jumin sighed as he quickly made arrangements to be able to hold you in his arms. though, jumin from a year ago would never have imagined it, he knows now that tranquillity and love can exist in the same room. wherever you are, he is loved.

[serede986]

"Aren't you tired of playing these little games? It is more than a pleasure to stare into your eyes, darling. If you allow me, we can do this for a lifetime..."

[juminsmysticmc]

so I have been thinking of this for a while- imagine the story of Jumin being in an arranged marriage with Sarah, but reversed. Like MC having to marry someone else and Jumin stopping the wedding and all cause he loves MC. I think you haven’t done this before, but if you did (im quite blind), you can ignore this. Thank you!

Jumin saving Mc from an arranged marriage

Hey there! This is something you could like, it's quite similar except that Mc is the one ending the relationship and she isn't in an arranged marriage -> Stay with me

But now, please enjoy this writing and make sure to tell me afterward how you liked it!

Jumin let out a deep sigh as he turned around in his bed with the bedsheets made out of the best silk in the world.

His body moved from the right side to the left, making his eyes go towards the big door of his bedroom. Behind that very door, another woman other than his fiancé was sleeping in his bedsheets. Honestly, not that he felt any negative feelings towards his own fiancé, he didn’t even love the woman he had to marry. He didn’t want to marry her ever, but the fact that you were sleeping there made him nervous. And even more because after he kissed you, you confessed that you too were in an arranged marriage and couldn’t accept his feelings, despite perhaps feeling the same. ,,Why? What’s the reason for your arranged marriage? I could support you and your family with everything,’’ he said, almost begging you. ,,Jumin,’’ you smiled, taking his hand ,,I am in an arranged marriage with a royal family from overseas. I can’t marry you,’’ you told him and then left. And of course, there was someone he couldn’t compete with - a king. Despite Jumin thinking that he would take much better care of you, you couldn’t leave and say no to the marriage your father planned, even though you knew that you were literally sold out to a bad, old, perverted man who already had more than one person to spend the night with. You were promised to him and you wanted to keep that promise to protect your family. Everyone except your father, at least. Jumin sighed again. His hands were now over his face as he tried to stay calm and think about his next steps. But first of all, the RFA party was to be held. With yours and the help of the members of the RFA, Jumin could make clear to his father that he loved someone else and wouldn’t marry the woman his father wanted him to marry. It was a big thing, the media was going berserk to know who Jumin loved, and the drama the two women made was even better. Jumin planned to propose to you, but knowing that you had an arranged marriage with a royal person made him realize that he could put you in danger, so he didn’t take the step. It was the end of the RFA Party when you talked to the remaining members, explaining that you couldn’t be part of their group. ,,I will move overseas anyway. I will marry a King in another country. The wedding is already planned. But, I enjoyed the party very much and I know that I will miss you. I got to know you for only ten days through the group chat, but I already like you all,’’ you said. Your eyes were shining because of the tears you had in your eyes. Everyone looked down, apologetic. No one guessed that you had to leave them after everything you went through with them. ,,I even thought, you and Jumin would…I thought…’’ Yoosung didn’t end his sentence due to the looks of the other members and you too were feeling even worse. Everyone noticed, you thought. You took a deep breath and looked at each member, saying the things you wished them and thought of. ,,Zen, you are such a hardworking man. Keep it up and you will achieve your dreams,’’ you said, and these words were really words of a ,,see-off’’. Jumin didn’t want to hear them, it was painful to see you hug the others and the sniffles. ,,Jumin,’’ you said, holding his hand, ,,am I allowed to meet you one last time in your home?’’ you asked, shocking everyone, even Jumin. But if he declined, he would have been the stupidest man and so he gladly agreed. Once you arrived at his penthouse, things led to something Jumin was strictly against, but with you, he had the feeling that rules were non-existent, that rules were meant to break, to rebel. ,,I want to sleep with you, feel your skin on mine and love you. I want you to take me to the stars, make love to me for the first and last time before the old man in that other country will…’’ you couldn’t end your sentence, as Jumin’s lips were once again pressed on yours, his hands on yours before the two of you had a night he would never forget. But the night ended as quickly as it began and when Jumin woke up in his bed sheets made out of silk, your body was nowhere to be found. You only left a message which told him how much you loved him and that you would miss him. Jumin was devastated and everyone could see it. ,,I think we should find out who she has to get married to. I mean, she did confess, didn’t she?’’ Zen asked in the group chat. This was the first time Zen was actually feeling bad for Jumin who looked as if he could die any day. ,,I can. I am the super-intelligent 707 after all, the hero of the heroes, the one who will bring back Mc to her Jumin. Who needs a king with a kingdom when we have a black-haired man with a cat?!’’ Seven said, making everyone in the chatroom desperate. But he indeed found out a lot. After all, you had been gone for three months now. To everyone’s surprise, there was something you didn’t share… As soon as Jaehee saw the files the hacker illegally sent her, she knocked on the door to the room where Jumin Han had a conference. Ever since you left his eyes were colder and for the first time in her life, Jaehee wished she had waited. Nevertheless, she approached him, went down a bit, and said that it was something concerning you, making Jumin’s eyes immediately soften. He was crazy for you. If anything could change your fate, he would accept everything that was needed. He excused himself before he left the room and together with Jaehee, he opened the file. ,,A princess? She was a royal herself?’’ Jumin asked, noticing that her father was Korean and that her birth mother, a royal, died after you were born. Your father, in order to be seen as a royal, married you off. Jumin felt sick, disgusted by your father. But whatever news came afterward made him feel even worse. ,,A medical file?’’ he wondered, making Jaehee fumble with her fingers. That’s when Jumin and Jaehee found out that they had to take you away from that place as fast as possible. You were pregnant and Jumin knew perfectly well that he was the father. The whole RFA was ready to travel to the country none of them ever saw, just to break off a royal engagement. It was dangerous, it was something between life and death, but Jumin needed to save you, no matter what it was, and the RFA totally supported him.

,,We look like a gang,’’ Yoosung chuckled as the group approached the guards in front of the cathedral. ,,Your names!’’ the guard yelled and the RFA hoped to come in, hoping you put their names on the list, even though they weren’t invited. Indeed, Yoosung Kim, Hyun Ryu, Jaehee Kang, Luciel Choi, and Jumin Han were on the list, among all those that were invited. But apparently, you didn’t think they would come because as soon as the doors were opened, you turned your head around and made big eyes seeing them. Your heart was beating like crazy as your eyes met Jumin’s. Your hand was holding your other, just to hide the trembling. The king looked annoyed ,,SIT OR GO OUT!’’ he hissed. With a smirk, Jumin answered that he would go out immediately, ,,But I first need to take my fiancé and my unborn child with me,’’ he said, making everyone gasp, even yourself. Jumin approached you. He walked up the aisle alone, the black smoke made him look so handsome that you thought the air would miss breathing. ,,You look so wonderful,’’ he whispered as soon as he arrived. He took your hand and then in a bridal style in his arms, the white dress made you even heavier, but he had to hurry and since he didn’t want you to run, this was the best idea. ,,START THE MOTOR!’’ Zen hissed to Seven, and quickly afterwards everyone was settled in the car. The guards were behind you, but no one could stop you anymore. After all, who would have wanted a woman with another man’s baby anyway? Jumin at least was happy now that he had you and you were just as happy.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

06.09.2022 // 21:27 MEST

[elihighness]

I GOT THE MOST HEADCANON THING EVER, IMAGINE YOU AND JUMIN FIGHT FOR WHATEVER STUPID REASON AND YOU'RE GOING TO UR MOMS OR DADS OR GRANDPAS WHATEVER JUST TO TALK TO HER, Y'KNOW TO GET IT OUT OF UR CHEST OR SMT IDK, TO NOT SEE HIM, AND THEN YOU ENTER THE HOUSE AND HE'S THERE. TALKING WITH UR MOM. AND THEN UR MOM GOES "what did you do?" LIKE???? MOM????? YOU ARE MY MOM?????? And then you started to do the same thing but with his father.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Can i please request some headcanons for jumin, seven and Jaehee when they see their s!o being flirted with (tho they are kinda oblivious). Thank you 💕

THANK YOU- OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE HAD SOMEONE ASKED FOR MYSTIC MESSENGER- DID YOU SEE THEIR MASQUARADE BALL EVENT????

Mystic Messenger Oblivious s/o being flirted with

Han Jumin

He's already known for being quite possessive of you, so him getting jealous is no surprise.

However, Jumin keeps a very professional front when he sees one of the guests trying their shots at you, and while he trusts that you wouldn't try to betray him... he still feels a bit insecure.

For the most part, you being absolutely oblivious to every one of their attempts chiseled a snort from him, before he decides to step in and greet you politely, smirking discreetly at the flirter when you place a sweet kiss on Jumin's cheek.

If he notices that you, as per usual, don't seem to pick up on the act of the flirter, and become visibly uncomfortable, he'll swoop in and save the day, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you slightly back against his chest, firmly greeting this creep with a stiff and slightly forced smile with a dark glint in his eyes, enough to scare off the flirter.

Kiss him at the end of the day to make him feel better. <3

Choi Saeyoung (707)

He visibly gets pouty and whiny, clinging near you more than usual. However, he's more lighthearted than Jumin's possessiveness.

As insecure as he may be about himself, he trusts you more that you'll choose him over that flirter any day, and that he knows you got his back as he got yours.

"S/o~ That guy was flirting with you, ya know? Don't make me jealous!" he jokes, as he smirks at your visible confusion. Heh, you only know when he's flirting with you unlike the other guy, his ego's boost just a tad bit with this fact. Obviously the "Space Station" pick-up lines always work! (Jk jk, I love you Seven, even without the cheesy pick-up lines and puns<33)

On the other hand, is Saeyoung sees you getting visibly uncomfortable with the flirter disrupting your personal space, clearly not buying any of their attempts, you'll find storming through to your way is a rare, serious Saeyoung who grasps your hand gently but firmly, bowing his head politely in contrary to his prominent glare before striding you out of the way, far from them.

"Are you okay?" he would ask worriedly. You smiled, "Of course I am, now that you're here." He smiles back. <3

Kang Jaehee

OOHH JAEHEE PROTECTING S/O HEHEHEHEHE- I'M SIMPINGGGGDHFGFDS

Jaehee doesn't get jealous easily simply because she has a lot of trust in you and doubts you would cheat on her for some random flirter.

Even then, she can be a bit protective over you, and she would visibly frown a little when she sees them trying to flirt with you from across the room. Of course, all their attempts failed, and you still remain polite and professional with the vivacious guest. She smiles reassuringly as she caters to all the other guests.

Unlike the other two men, when Jaehee sees that you get uncomfortable with the flirter, she'll walk over with a stern expression, before holding your hand and looking towards that guest with a firm look on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help that see that one of my members were starting to get a bit uneased with your behavior. Please do not make our staff uncomfortable."

She walks away with you, giving one last glare at the flirter before she pulls you two to a secluded area. "S/o? Did they do anything weird to you? Are you okay?" "It's okay Jaehee, I'm fine now. You were really like Zen in those movies where he acted as the knight and shining armor."

She smiles bashfully. "Oh stop..." <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[hecalledme-jagi]

Hi are you accepting requests if not feel free to ignore this but is it ok to request mystic messenger males with an mc that's very random like they speak stuff out of their mind and they say the most bizzare things kinda like cat valentine from Sam and cat and victorious kinda like:

"one time I had a cat named thusly"

"oh you did?"

"nah I made that up"

btw I'm new here and I love your blog already

Thank you for reading and taking the time to make a request! ^^ I’m glad to see others enjoy it so much.

I love this idea, and yet it was oddly difficult to write lol so I took inspiration from my friends discord server and now we’re here. I hope it’s to your liking!

An MC That Says Bizarre Things At Random Ft. low res photos for a high res request

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Zen

- “I found out what Tokyo translates to in English,” you said, after hours of useless internet browsing.

- “Oh yeah?”

- Zen was always interested in what you had to say, so of course he puts all his attention on you.

- “It translates to eastern capital, and I have to say, the eastern capital is teeming with jazzy crabs.”

- Thrown off by the turn of conversation, he just looks at you with this confused yet oddly supportive(??) look.

- “What?” He chuckles.

- “The eastern capital is teeming with jazzy crabs,” you repeated, as you struggled to stifle a laugh.

Jumin

- Elizabeth the 3rd was being particularly affectionate and was rubbing herself against Jumin’s leg as she sat at his feet.

- “She wants your socks and sandal style,” you said as you crouched down to pet Elizabeth.

- Jumin was confused on multiple levels over your comment.

- For one, he wasn't wearing sandals, so there was that, but he only spiraled from there.

- What’s “socks and sandal style”?

- Why does Elizabeth the 3rd want it?

- And where can he get it?

- Jaehee was later contacted to figure it out, and have a report ready for him by morning.

- Thankfully you saved her work schedule by explaining it to Jumin, trying your hardest not to laugh.

Yoosung

- You and Yoosung hang out on a LOLOL discord server a lot, but sometimes the energy of chaos in the server follows you into the real world.

- “Opinionated pre-dad is a band name,” you said, giving a thousand yard stare, as Yoosung sat beside you studying.

- He looked at you, without a word, and just as he was about to confusedly respond, you changed the subject.

- “Oh!” You looked at him. “Yesterday me and the group were playing Broforce, and we used Tank Girl to cheese Satan.”

- He just have you this look that had you busting out laughing.

Seven

- “Fixing labor shortage with one Tower of Bable at a time,” you said, unprompted per usual.

- “Sounds like a smart plan,” Seven agreed, “should we put out an add for it?”

- “Hm, yeah, that seems like the most logical step forward.”

- Thus the internet was swarmed with "Help Wanted" ads and Yoosung's phone number attached to it.

- And that’s how most of your random comments with Seven go.

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!