St.Valentines Day
Happy St.Valentines Day! Love yourself, love your partner, love everyone around you! ❤ I finally have some updates. Currently I have some photosets to share, but I’m not sure about their quality, so this is why I prefer staying slow about them. This shooting was all about fun. I would like to appreciate 4SKR for this work - we’ve planned it since October and the result is really adorable! Despite all the problems we’ve had during this project it has a nice outcome. Mystic Messenger means a lot to me, this game helped me to fight with some severe waves of my depression, huge thanks, Cheritz, for creating this wonderful thing.
Also I would like to say thanks to Rita and Dima, and thanks to my great Andrew. Guys, you were awesome and thank you all for your help!
4SKR as Jumin Han
Belle Baileys as Elizabeth 3rd
Me as photographer
We’ve created a little fanfic for our shooting as a present, I hope, you’ll like it!
«It must be 9 a.m.» – thought Jumin opening the curtains. He was wrong, wasn’t he?
The desperate rays of sun burned his eyes. He has never been so wrong, oh, what a blunder. It was 1 p.m., he had overslept an important meeting, no, it was THE important meeting. He casted a surreptitious glance at his phone, some missed calls from assistant Kang and the time on the screen were not counterfeiting him, the meeting had been successfully omitted and he could do nothing with that.
«But it must have worth it, huh?»
The date was the 15th of February, and it meant, that the last night was the consummate one.
***
He always thought that the 14th of February has never been a good date for him and this one wasn’t the exception. Being at office of the company today was a baffling task, everyone was making a fuss about St. Valentines Day.
After a long hard day of work he came to his flat without any gleam of will to do something when he suddenly saw Elisabeth 3rd. She was his room sunshine in this everydayness.
«There is nothing bad about being a ‘cat mom’. I have someone to meet me after a hard day» thought Jumin stroking a hand gently over her.
After a few sips of delicious pop wine and some bites of the savoury T-bone steak, he saw a chocolate heart on his coffee table.
«Did I buy it? I hope, it’s none of my bodyguards... or is it some kind of a present?» with a subtle movement of his hand he unwrapped the heart and tried it. It was wickedly good. «Is it possible that I’m not on my own here? I should be mistaken, but...» he gave a piercing glance towards his bedroom and tried his best to sneak inside with no sound.
There was nothing, but an enormous piano, he used to play before, when RFA had been functioning. Nothing has changed, it’s just the same old room full of despair and despondency. «Oh my!» another bottle of wine fixed his gaze for a minute.
He wasn’t alone, it has got obvious. Jumin removed the bottle from a stool to sit on it.
He slightly touched the ivories and started to play as he had never stopped.
All of a sudden he left the piano and closed the piano lid.
«Foolish wasting of time.»
She was lying on the bed, when he saw her.
***
His pale skin was covered with kiss-marks and lipstick, when he woke up.
The bottle of wine was opened, the piano lid was opened, and, of course, the door of his bedroom was widely opened with Elizabeth sitting and staring at him there. She was still asleep, so he didn’t want to lift the veil and tried to be really quiet while washing himself, carrying the present and a tray with the breakfast to his bed.
He was bitter, because he knew that this wouldn’t be long.
***
«It must be 9 a.m.» – thought Jumin opening the curtains. He was wrong, wasn’t he? The desperate rays of sun burned his eyes. He has never been so right, oh, what a blunder. «Was that a dream?» thought he putting on his perfect three-piece suit. He checked the RFA messenger, it was still dead, no more messages from his old friends.
«I don't need anyone else. I just need one person to understand me» bethought he, picking up Elizabeth from his piano. Today he has an important meeting, THE important meeting. The date was the 15th of February, and it meant, that the day was going to be such a casual routine, as always.
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I cannot undo
What I have done;
I can’t un-sing
A song that’s sung.
And the saddest thing
About my regret-
I cannot forgive me
And you can’t forget.
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Okay guys, this is the last one I promise.
I’ve been looking for poems that could fit this picture but actually, the one I posted with the other picture was still the most fitting.
I found this one and thought it stands for the things that V might have thought about before he died.
Cosplay: V/Jihyun Kim - Mystic Messenger
Cosplayer: Me
📸: @foxatdawnproductions
P.S. I’m sorry for hurt feelings and tears. 💕
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