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[brighteststar707]

15 FOR V I'm going to cry if I'm too late for this

Thank you for the request Xela! It's about time I wrote something nice and fluffy for V, it's been far too long. I hope I've done him justice here for you and you enjoy the fic <3

Finding excuses to be alone with each other

✦ V x fem!MC

✦ Words: 1198

Jihyun had spent a lot of time in that quiet cabin in the mountains trying to picture what his return to the RFA would look like. He had so many hopes and twice as many fears. Would his friends take him back, or are the things he did in the past unforgivable? Part of his growth in his time away was learning that he had to be okay with both answers, and that he couldn’t force forgiveness out of anyone.

When he was planning his and Saeran’s return, he had only allowed himself to hope for a warm welcome from Jumin and for forgiveness from the person he left waiting. She had filled his dreams nearly every night since he left, there was so much he wanted to tell her about his time away, he had so much to prove to her.

From the rest of the RFA, he only hoped to not be hated.

Imagine his surprise when they all surrounded him in surprise and excitement upon his return. He was the centre of attention, with two years’ worth of pent up curiosity and anticipation coming to a head all at once. There seemed to be no talk of hatred or resentment, even from her.

He hadn’t expected to only get a few minutes alone with her at that RFA party to say all that he had wanted to. She had started at him like he wasn’t quite real and he clasped her hands in his and tried to say things that could never express what he had been through in the past few years. All the growing he had done, the things he had learned, all the reasons he thinks he can actually be good for her now.

Then, everyone else descended upon them again, pressing glasses of champagne into his hand and asking him so many questions. Never mind, there would be more time later for them to talk properly.

He spent the rest of the night surrounded by more people than he had been around in years, accepting drinks and exchanging stories. Always craning his neck to make sure she was close by, pulling her into conversation at times. Everyone’s smiles had brightened somewhat, and the party was a stunning success for more reasons than one. 

The only thing that was bothering him was that he hadn’t gotten another moment to talk to her alone since their initial reunion. Everything he had wanted to say to her still sat on the tip of his tongue, desperate to spill out, only encouraged by the drinks he had been given. He wanted to explain himself, say everything his letters couldn’t possibly express. He wanted to hold her close for every warm memory of her that kept him going when he was away. He wanted to feel her breath on his skin and hear his name from her mouth so he’d know that it was all real.

He caught her eye as they were watching an animated discussion between Jumin and Zen unfold, and he was thrilled to find a glint of mischief there. He might have only returned a few hours ago, but he could read the frustration in her body language all too well. Every time someone new interrupted their conversations, she shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Now, she raised an eyebrow and her eyes darted quickly to the storeroom and back to him. It was all he needed to get the message.

A few seconds later, she slipped away from the conversation (which was quickly growing into an argument, with Yoosung and Saeyoung egging them both on) and disappeared behind the storeroom door. Nobody seemed any the wiser. Jihyun stuck around for a few more minutes before making a quick excuse (that fell on deaf ears) and joining her.

“Hi,” she says once the door is closed again. Here, her voice sounds smaller than it did out in the hall. She keeps looking at his face as if she’s internally adjusting a mental image. He supposes he looks quite different than he did a few years ago. So does she, after all.

“Hi.”

The space they occupy is a strange one. They are practically strangers who also happen to know each other better than anyone else. She may not know the way his smile is sort of crooked but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. She has lived in his house for the past two years and he sees her face every time he closes his eyes.

She’s standing with her back resting against the wall. He joins her, leaning against his arm and angling himself towards her. They fall into a soft conversation, their faces angled close to each other so they barely have to raise their voices above a whisper. They had gone over the pleasantries earlier, and now he wants to make steps to fill in the most urgent gaps that had formed during their separation.

Up close, she admires just how well their time apart had treated him. His skin has a healthy glow and his cheeks are fuller. His hair is shorter than it was when she last saw him, but it has the look of a haircut that’s on its way to being grown out. The sides flip over his ears and make him look a little scruffy, fitting for the trip he just returned from. The front is styled in a graceful swoop that falls into his eyes every time he leans towards her.

He's beautiful.

As they talk, the pieces start to fall into place. Despite everything that has changed, things still feel the same way they did two years ago. Something sparks between them, something that could grow into something more substantial, if they allow it to.

As he talks, she reaches out a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. He freezes, momentarily surprised, but then he chuckles gleefully. The whole scenario feels ridiculous, the two of them sneaking to a back room, slowly putting the pieces of their relationship back together while hiding away like teenagers. It’s not the grand reunion he had pictured, it’s much more mundane than that, but it’s somehow so much better.

He leans back a little to shift his balance, but she playfully tugs at his collar, keeping him from getting too far. He follows, leaning in closer than he has dared to yet, until their foreheads are touching. His hand rests on the wall by her waist so he can support himself against the wall and still keep himself close.

Everything is so new but this closeness feels familiar, as if everything before was simply building up to this moment. Their faces angle to slot together perfectly without a second’s hesitation. He can smell her perfume and feel her breath on his skin and can almost taste her. Almost.

One of them – he isn’t sure who – closes the gap and they kiss.

It's better than forgiveness, it's better than redemption. It's a promise of something new, something better. It is as familiar as a song learned by heart and it's entirely theirs.

The party carries on without them outside, and they are none the wiser.

[kymera-casterwill]

MY PRECIOUS ARE FINALLY HERE!!!! 🥳

[little-butterfly-writes]

What Candy Flavor The RFA Would Give You

A/N - I liked writing the last one so I made this

Warnings - I put Rika under bonus (Vanderwood, Saeran, and V will be with everyone else.) Don't read it or attack me for it as there is a clear warning.

Yoosung

Grape

Green Apple

Strawberry-Kiwi

Cotton Candy

Zen

Tea

Pomegranate

Rose

Ginger

Jaehee

Coffee

Chocolate

Caramel

Maple

Saeyoung/707

Phd. Pepper

Honey

Pickle

Guava

Jumin

Bourbon

Cherry

Butterscotch

Red Licorice

Jihyun/V

Vanilla

Mulled Wine

Coconut

Blueberry

Saeran

Strawberry

Mint

Peach

Raspberry

Vanderwood

Spicy Cinnamon

Rootbeer

Cloves

Rum

Bonus!

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Rika

Mint

Melon

Apple Pie

Lychee

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Happy Birthday

Jihyun Kim/V (9th September)

Mystic Messenger Jihyun

[shizukais]

[sapphireicecream]

“Trauma, Obsession, Conflict and Reunion” 🌙☀️

[amanemisagf]

[libra-kirishima]

Mystic Messenger Characters + Their Toxic Traits ✨

Feat. Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Seven, and V

Short headcanons inspired by this post I've made about My Hero Academia characters and their toxic traits x

! fem reader, brief mentions of sex !

Zen

Insanely jealous. He's barely able to restrain himself from barking like a dog when he sees you talking to another man

- and he will come up to you mid-conversation and embarrass you in front of this man because Zen wants him to know who you belong to.

Has some mildly sexist views on women

- Speaks for you even if you're right next to him. Will order for you at restaurants without being asked. If someone asks you a question and Zen thinks he knows the answer he'll answer it for you as if you aren't capable of answering for yourself.

- Tends to believe that you're fragile and vulnerable and that he needs to protect you because you're a woman

- Will help you with chores but he believes it's your job to cook

- Doesn't ever let you take control during sex. He thinks that, as the man, he is supposed to be the one on top and in control. He's a pleasure dom but sex is always done his way because he never lets you take the lead.

Canonically homophobic

Lacks self awareness

Yoosung

King of putting things off. Ignores problems in the relationship for as long as he possibly can until one day it all comes to the surface and he bursts into tears

Avoids conflict to the point of concern. He'd rather lie to himself that everything is fine between the two of you than address an issue in your relationship because he doesn't want to start a fight.

Struggles to make time for you. A lot of your dates are hanging out together while he studies in his room or at the library.

Shamelessly codependent

Jaehee

Also terrible at making time for you

Always working. If she's not working under Jumin then she's always working on improving the coffee shop. She doesn't know how to function when she's not working 24/7 and under constant stress

She takes things so personally. She'll never tell you she took something you said personally but you can tell.

Lowkey a grudge holder. If you two get into an argument she'll bring up something you said to hurt her feelings two years ago.

Jumin

Wants to take care of you but "taking care of you" can mean doing things that are very controlling sometimes

- extremely resistant at first to the idea of you having a job or going to college since he can provide for both of you

- hates taking "no" for an answer if he thinks he knows better than you. If you're sick with a cold he'll go against your wishes and call a doctor no matter how many times you insist that you're fine.

- Never learned how to let someone else be in charge of something so he also never lets you take control during sex.

Resistant to change

Makes important decisions without you based on what he thinks you would want

Can come across as very apathetic at times. He thinks he's offering an objective point of view that will help soothe your emotions but instead it can feel like he doesn't care about them because you're being unreasonable.

707

Has gotten into the habit of lying about the dumbest shit, so it can be difficult to tell whether he's being serious or messing with you

Doesn't help with household chores because he doesn't find them mentally stimulating

Gets really bad depressive episodes. He doesn't want Saeran to see him like that so he bottles everything up until he can't anymore and will take all his emotions out on you sometimes.

Has never had to communicate how he feels before meeting you, so he never learned how. A lot of the time you're relying on your intuition because he doesn't talk to you about it. Part of him still believes nobody cares about how he's feeling.

V

Incredibly passive. Getting him to voice what he wants is like pulling teeth.

Codependent and in denial about it. Thinks he's just really in love with his wife.

Has a tendency to completely ignore how he's feeling because part of him is desperate to please you.

Tends to think in absolutes. Has a very black and white view on most things

Struggles to believe that he deserves you and that makes him crave validation, but he never wants to voice to you that he needs validation.

[2021back-to-aph]

I want to see V go to jail……

[intr0verted-weird0]

Happy April Fool's Day 😝 2024

[imuyumiii]

please, sir. marry me. I'll do the house cleaning, cooking, driving, putting you to sleep, taking care of our kids, everything you wish—

on a side note, I didn't realise until I finished the sketch that his hand is big 😳 h-he can do anything to me and I'd say thank you

[brighteststar707]

Telepathy

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about V and Jumin’s friendship in the context of Seven’s route and the Secret Endings. I really enjoyed writing this and I’m excited to finally share it.

✦ Words:  2.19k

✦ Genre: angst

✦  Warnings: alcohol, death, vague mention of drug use

Throughout Jumin and Jihyun’s friendship, they always shared a mutual fascination for magic. Their young childhood was spent discussing the supernatural, making potions out of the contents of fancy bottles borrowed from home and singing chants they had memorized on the way home from choir.

Jumin can’t say where this fascination started from, only that it became an intrinsic part of the way they viewed the world.

They didn’t lose this fascination as they grew older. Instead, it grew alongside them. They started seeking out new experiences in the hope of experiencing ‘true magic’. Drinking for the first time, staying out all night to watch the sun rise (none of the books they read could agree on a definitive ‘witching hour’) and consuming strange herbs that promised a mind altering state. They’d stay out late in the garden, under the same trees they played under as children and watch the stars, and that in itself was a form of magic. 

As adults, they like to reminisce about their childhood. Memories of old notebooks filled with runes and candlewax, stained fingertips still smelling of perfume, doodles in the margins of textbooks. It’s like a language of their own. Then, over drinks later in the night, their conversations become reverent. Jihyun talks about the things he has seen while travelling, beauty beyond any rational explanation. He speaks so passionately that his cheeks turn pink, and Jumin can’t help but smile.

Even though they talk about it all in the past tense, Jumin is not convinced that they weren’t touched by magic somehow. He doesn’t ever share this, either out of self-consciousness or just because it feels too personal to explain.

It was Jihyun who had come up with the idea of telepathy. It was after they were both let off their punishments for stealing expensive perfumes from home, and they decided it was better if they gave up potion-making for the time being. He had found it somewhere in a book, and Jumin was intrigued by the idea of being able to communicate even when they were apart (he would never admit it, but being alone in his house could get quite lonely).

They spent the next few weeks reading up on the art of telepathy. They sat outside in the garden opposite each other and tried to sending telepathic messages (and more often than not Jihyun would burst into a fit of giggles).

They tried rituals, chanting, drawing matching patterns over their hands, but their heads remained silent. They eventually gave up and decided to move onto magical creatures (their hours sitting on the grass had made them curious about what secrets nature could hold).

It’s easy to write that time off as childhood games, them just playing pretend for a few weeks. Jumin definitely saw it that way for a long time. However, a string of coincidences throughout his life have made him question just how legitimate their rituals were.

Each one of these events went the same way: Jumin feeling a strange sense of anticipation, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, a bubble of excitement in his chest. All feelings that he was certain weren’t natural reactions to his environment.

Then, he would talk to Jihyun some time later and find out that something had happened (he had broken his leg while out taking photos, he had proposed to Rika, he had gotten into a car crash).

Call it a best friend’s intuition. Call it a sixth sense.

He calls it telepathy.

Over the years, he has grown accustomed to this sequence of events. Strange, unexplained feelings accompanied by a call from Jihyun detailing something that had happened in his life. He just accepts it as something they share, another aspect that makes their friendship unique.

At least, that’s how it used to be. He cannot pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, but there is one event that he considers the turning point.

It went the same way it always did. He was sitting in on a very boring meeting, trying his best to look immersed instead of bored, and already anticipating lunch with his father. Out of nowhere, he was hit with a strong wave of fear. His heart started pounding like he had just been running for the past half hour instead of sitting in the conference room. His stomach started doing backflips, and he suddenly lost his appetite.

The feeling had disturbed him so much that he left the meeting early to go and phone Jihyun. He knew with absolute certainty that something bad had happened, and he needed to know how to make it better.

All his calls went to voicemail, and when he finally got through, it was Rika who picked up.  He couldn’t get a clear response from her as to what happened, just empty words meant to pacify him. 

It was a week later when he found out about V’s eyes.

Despite how many times Jumin asked, he refused to speak about the incident and insisted that he was fine. It frustrated Jumin to no end that his friend couldn’t see just now not fine everything was. Despite all his resources and power, he had never felt so useless in his life.

V started to become more secretive, disappearing for long periods of time without any concrete explanation. Jumin’s questions were dodged, and their conversations rarely went beyond surface-level pleasantries.

Despite the growing distance between them, Jumin was still hit with the occasional flashes of telepathy. These days, he considered them more of a nuisance than a gift. They served as nothing more than a disruption to his day, and no matter how many times he tried to reach out, V refused to admit that anything was wrong.

He filled in the space V left in his life by returning to his love for the supernatural. He met strange new contacts through C&R who claimed to partake in the occult. He talked to Elizabeth (and he looked into her eyes and believed she understood him better than anybody else). He sourced rare books from questionable second-hand dealers.

The nostalgia that came with uncovering new information was almost enough to distract from the fear that he was losing his best friend.

It was uncomfortably quiet when Rika died. He had just settled down to enjoy his evening when V called him with the news. He felt his whole body freeze up and go cold as the realization hit him. It only took him a few hours to realize that he hadn’t felt anything at the time he was told she died. His telepathy had failed him when he needed it most.

His grief was compounded by the fear that he and Jihyun had drifted so far apart that he had lost his telepathy all together. He couldn’t handle the idea of losing them both at once.

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The next two years slip by in a blur of mourning and monotony. Work goes on, and the world keeps turning. Sometimes, he gets goosebumps on a warm day or feels himself growing anxious over dinner, but he writes them off as freak occurrences (and ignores the voice in the back of his head telling him that something’s wrong).

Then, the monotony is disturbed. A stranger appears in the chatroom, causing it to dissolve into chaos. If it wasn’t such a worrying security breach, Jumin would find it amusing.

As if that wasn’t enough, he is hit with a second disturbance, this one more jarring than the last. Like a dulled sense coming back to life, he feels a spark of hope flaring up in his chest. A warmth towards this stranger that is completely foreign to him.

A message.

This is the first real thing V (and by extension Jumin) has felt in a while, and he refuses to let it slip away unnoticed. He knows that this person is important somehow, and so, against his better judgement, he decides to trust them.

V decides to hold a new party, and it feels like the whole RFA has come alive again at the mere thought of holding a party again.

Jumin can’t help but get caught up in the excitement too. His mind is already running through all the possibilities this party will bring. A chance to honour Rika’s memory and to bring everyone together again. An opportunity to see V in person, and for them to patch up the cracks in their friendship. It’s a chance to set everything right again.

The warmth that floods his chest this time is entirely his own. He will do anything possible to make this party a success. For the RFA’s sake. For V’s sake.

It’s a pleasant surprise when V starts appearing in the chatrooms more frequently, another indicator that things are slowly healing. They talk comfortably in the chatrooms without any uncomfortable formality. They poke fun at each other and they even talk about the past. He never realized how much he has missed these moments.

However, his happiness is disturbed by uncomfortable revelations over the next few days. The bomb, the documents, the secrets that still follow V wherever he goes. He hates to admit it, but he feels like he is out of his depth.

He continues to trust V. All they need to do is make it to the party, and then he’ll explain everything. Why can’t anyone else see that? He needs to believe that there is a rational explanation for all of this.

Even when everybody else has lost faith, he will not.

V’s last string of messages in the chat shouldn’t surprise him as much as they do. He should have known better.

There has been a dull pain thumping in his chest since the last message was sent. He’s not sure if it’s V’s or his own. Their pain has become one combined entity, and it’s threatening to consume him completely.

He ignores all of Jaehee’s calls, turns off his phone and digs out a bottle of wine he had been saving to share. 

When he has drunk enough to dull his senses, he lets his mind wander back to his childhood (he always ends up here somehow). He squeezes his eyes shut and conjures up the memory of the garden at his childhood home. Jihyun sitting opposite him, his face still round and boyish. He can almost hear his laugh.

He remembers that feeling of concentration, his entire being focused on sending a message from his mind to Jihyun’s.

It’s a last-ditch, childish attempt, but he tries it anyway.

Can you hear me? I am trying to reach you. Where are you?

Of course, just like all those times before, he is greeted only by silence. He falls into a fitful sleep that night and dreams of sunny back gardens, strong perfume and childhood giggles. 

He loses himself in party planning in the next few days. He only checks the chatroom for updates from Luciel. He is still hopeful that they’ll be able to bring V home, and that he’ll get the chance to make it all right again.

Until it turns to silence.

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A string of coordinates. Unfinished. No matter, Jumin will find them, one way or another.

*

A message from V (?!). The rest of the coordinates. SOS.

He has never needed a clearer call for help.

*

He remembers ordering Jaehee to call for flight permits. He remembers pacing around his house until it was finally time to leave. He remembers snatches of conversation on the helicopter, only parts of the bumpy flight through the mountains before-

The rest, he cannot (will not) remember.

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It haunts him in quiet moments. How painless the cut was. One moment he was listening to the security team’s plans, and the next he was aware of a gaping hole in his chest. Like some vital organ had not just shut down, but disappeared all together, leaving an uncomfortable gap in its place.

Even before the helicopter landed, he knew it was all over.

It was cruel, just how quietly V left him. He wishes that it hurt. He doesn’t know what to do with all this emptiness.

He still finds himself searching for that feeling. That part of him that was subconsciously aware of what Jihyun was up to. He brushes against the emptiness expecting to find that familiar feeling and instead finds himself falling, falling...

He doesn’t speak much unless it’s about work. He mostly just drinks instead.

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Jumin and Jihyun’s friendship was always rooted in a mutual fascination for magic.

He used to value his gift over everything else. Even when it did nothing but frustrate him, he was still thankful for the connection.

He has started giving away the occultist books that used to sit on his desk. He can’t bear to look at the covers and the spells that promise a wide array of powers.

What was the use of him being given this touch of magic just for it to fail him when he needed it most?

[kymera-casterwill]

He is so cute 😭 💙

@deermori thank you for creating this lovely standee :3 💙

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I don't want, I NEED a wedding dlc. Please. I'll give you my life savings. 🙏 JUST LOOK AT THEM <33

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