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(Admin Ambrose: I feel you, Anon. Saeyoung is an absolute disaster sometimes. XD I hope that you enjoy this one and that you are having a great day! <3)

You had on several occasions come to visit Luciel to find him on his couch with his arm over his eyes or gritting his teeth. 

Of course, you had been worried but when you asked what was wrong... he only laughed, strained and high, as he responded: “Soda hangover. It’ll pass. Don’t worry, kitten!”

It was then that you really started noticing that Luciel really did only have empty soda cans around him. 

There was the odd blue or green can amongst his favorite brown-red sugary drink of choice. 

You had even spotted an empty Gatorade bottle on one memorable occasion but other than that... there was no sign of him drinking any water.

You also noted the coffee pot in the kitchen but it was too clean for Luciel to be using it regularly.

When you think about it... you couldn’t really remember seeing Luciel eating anything other than chips...

Well...

There was that day when Yoosung had stopped by to spend some with the busy hacker. Luciel had drug him to the kitchen to make all three of you an egg sandwich after prying it out of Yoosung that he hadn’t been eating because of exam stress.

You remember it clearly because both of them had teased you about disliking ketchup on eggs.

Luciel had been especially incorrigible, prodding at Yoosung with a fork until he was taking regular bites of his food. While that put a smile on your face... Luciel smearing ketchup on your cheek had you squealing but shuddering at the slimy feeling.

...but that’s okay. You got it off by wiping it on his shoulder and jacket.

You came prepared today.

 You are armed with some simple ingredients and while you know that Vanderwood kept food in Luciel’s house for both of them... you had a plan.

Luciel is leaning back in his chair when you arrive, nibbling on a chip. 

You are going to get him to eat something else if it kills you.

He doesn’t look over his shoulder at you but he greets you with a, “Hey there, cutie. I’m a bit busy right now... You got through my passwords a couple of seconds faster than usual today... Have you been practicing?”

He’s rambling and it makes your lips twitch. Your heart flutters with the knowledge that he would take note that you are getting better at getting through his security measures- even with the code running on his screen.

“That’s fine.” You make your way to him so you can run your hands through his hair. He leans into your palm but his focus doesn’t waver from his computer. “Is there a deadline coming up?” 

“Yes,” His one word answer is tight and clipped while he rubs his eyes frustratedly. “This assignment didn’t make it to me on time... Mary is very antsy.”

“You’ll get it done.” You soothe. 

His weight is against you and you have to widen your stance to keep your balace, smiling to yourself. 

He is like an anxious kitten looking for cuddles when he is stressed but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you hum a few notes of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star because you remember Luciel had said it was a pretty melody.

“Will I?” 

He sounds so tired... There’s even more chip bags than usual littered around the wheels of his seat.

“I know you will.” You chance a small kiss against his cheek and are rewarded with his wide golden eyes catching your own. “You are good at what you do.” You shift the plastic bag strangling your wrist to your other hand. “Why don’t I make you something to eat while you finish up?”

“Make...something...” Saeyoung repeats your words in a mumble before he blinks. “For me? Why? I’m fine--”

“You need to eat more than chips.” You scold him gently before you rifle through the bag- bypassing the bag of rice, spniach, and... there! You hold out the water bottle to him triumphantly. “You also need to stay hydrated. Vanderwood told me that you only drink water when you go undercover... but you should drink some at home, too.” 

“[MC]--”

“I even got these!” You move so you can drop the small triangular bottles in his lap. “If it’s the lack of taste, I figured these could help. I got lemon, strawberry, and fruit punch...you just squirt them into the water to flavor it...”

“[MC]...”

“Besides, I won’t make anything extravagant. It’s going to be kimbap. I got carrots, spinach, and some beef. I could also use egg if that is better...”

You don’t realize that you are carrying on until he grabs your hand.

Your cheeks burn as you meet his exasperated but amused gaze. “Yes?”

“Are you worried about me?” His voice is so soft and low that your heart starts pumping the blood through your veins even faster. “You don’t have to be.”

“I am always worried about you.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them and you can see the melancholy starting to darken the honey depths you love. “I’m happy to worry- you’re important to me.”

You touch your knuckle to his forehead, smacking him without any force- one and then twice. “You really do need to take better care of yourself but you have this assignment, so I’ll do it this time.”

He doesn’t say anything, just tightens his hold on your hand before he lets it go completely to turn back to his work.

“It’ll be ready in a bit, Luciel.” You tell his back before you go to the kitchen to start the rice.

Once the kimbap has been rolled (and you ended up using eggs instead of the beef... not because it reminded you of that day, his blush, his smile- oh, no.), you bring it to him on a plate. 

It was a little misshapen- and you might have put too much sesame seeds- but it would do.

He flicked his gaze to you and you thought he would ignore it for a moment but he paused to pick the kimbap up carefully, studying it. 

His laughter was light and airy- unexpected and brief. “It’s... beautiful.”

“Shut up. I know it’s a bit wonky, and I made it fat but you need to eat-”

“Thank you.” He interrupts and takes a bite. “How did you know I like sesame seeds?”

You beam.

It becomes routine. When you visit, you’ll make something for him and it evolves from simple snack to meals and sometimes, sometimes... you’ll find him in the kitchen with a concentrated expression and sauce, sugar, or cheese splattered on his clothes or skin.

“It’s my turn to cook for us.”

(Hello, there Anon. Ask and you shall receive because we are both weak for our girl. It is a crime that there isn’t more Baehee content- she deserves some love! We also apologize for the lateness on this. <3 We hope it was worth the wait!)

It is pretty well known that Jaehee likes coffee and baking... but what many don’t know is that the reason she has such a sweet tooth as an adult is because she very rarely got sugary things once her mother passed away.

It is canon that Jaehee is has a black belt in judo but she also has a weakness for ballet as well. She is mesmerized by the movements of the dancers and the way in which their bodies seem to flow but she can’t seem to relax enough to be able to do those herself. However, she isn’t a bad dancer- she just prefers to do more stop-and-go styles like hip-hop or break dancing.

That jersey that Jaehee owns? The one with the big zero and four? That jersey is actually Zen’s and it was given to her after...an incident at the RFA party before you joined. It involved a vase and a frazzled Yoosung...and her top had been ruined but Zen had brought extra gym clothes from his rehearsal so he gave it to her. She adores it- it is comfortable and her inner fan girl is so ecstatic about having it

She wouldn’t be one for public displays of affection but she does like to be near you. She would stand close enough so that when you walk, your hands or elbows or shoulders will brush/bump against each other when you walk. She would want to hold your hand but she would wait for you to grab it. She really wants to hold your hand because you are so beautiful.

Jaehee has a tattoo but it is on her lower back, hidden by her shirts and the hem of her pants but if you’re lucky, you might get to see it in all it’s glory. It’s a roaring tiger with black tribal accents... She got it in secret when she turned nineteen and she hasn’t looked back. It was one of the things she had done against her aunt’s wishes.

Jaehee is a sucker for trashy romance novels. It is a guilty pleasure but she can’t help it... they are so bad, they’re good. The more respectable genre she is also fond of is mystery.

Jaehee has a hard time remembering to eat. This is partly because of the habit she developed while working for Jumin and partly because her stress manifests in stomach upset and sore necks. It isn’t until you come along with some alternatives (smoothies, small snacks like grapes or kimbap- something that is easily consumed while on the go) that she starts to eat a bit better. 

She would never admit it but she lives for the days you give her a kiss and there’s still sweetness of your lips from your own drink and how you sometimes press your fingertips into the back of her neck gently as if reminding her to relax.

Jaehee is actually fond of Saeyoung. She is a bit wary because she knows his occupation is dangerous and that his jokey front could be (and most) likely is hiding something but she also knows that, in the end, he would go above and beyond for everyone, especially to ensure their safety. She admires his skill and resolve in that so while she may snark at him, he has her trust.

Jaehee strokes your hair and face before she goes to sleep. She doesn’t tell you why she does it but... it helps to keep her grounded and remind herself that she doesn’t have to handle everything on her own and she is so, so thankful for that fact.

Jaehee obviously isn't a cat person (or a dog person) because she doesn't like any kind of animal that would get fur on her belongings... But that doesn't mean she could never own a pet. She might actually enjoy owning a reptile of some sort, like a leopard gecko or a ball python.

You love to give Jaehee back massages, because often her back and neck ache after a long day of being hunched over her desk (or over the counter at the bakery, depending on where you are). She can also give pretty great massages herself, since she has such strong arms and is skilled with her hands.

This poor girl is secretly a huge disaster. While she is organized and put together because her job at C&R requires her to be, she is secretly very shy and awkward, not cool and collected as most would believe. Flirting with Jaehee will reduce her to a blushy, stammer-y mess, but it's okay because she really is cute when she's flustered.

She and Jumin actually have the potential to be friendlier with each other when not in an employer/employee relationship. Once she starts her own coffee shop, they exchange tips about running businesses while sharing wine or coffee.

In fact, she really starts to open up more in general after she stops working at C&R. This is because she feels as if she can finally see the RFA as her friends and not just as her colleagues.

Admin Ambrose: I had a bout of Jumin and Jihyun feels so I decided to write a thing so here we are. It is pretty short but I hope y’all enjoy it, nonetheless. This is crossposted to my main blog as well.

Pairing: Jumin/V 

Tags/warnings: Angst, alcohol use, childhood moments, friendship, rejected and reciprocated love

-Requiem: What Could Have Been-

“It has been a while since you have called.”

Jumin couldn’t help it...

How else was he supposed to answer when the shrill cry of his phone ripped away the quiet and the pleasant fog covering his thoughts?

How else was he supposed to greet the man who had been his friend for so long, who had stolen—

Jumin raised the glass to his lips once more, letting the wine coat his tongue and slide down his throat as Jihyun paused for a moment.

He remembered when Jihyun lacked that careful consideration and how he would speak his mind, words darting past his teeth with same speed at which his finger would hoover over the button of his camera before he would snap a photo.

“It has been a while.” Jihyun answered him softly and Jumin’s throat constricted at the pained sigh that followed. “I’m sorry, but there have been positions opening up...” There was a short delay and the dull thud of what Jumin could only assume was Jihyun’s walking stick. Jihyun cleared his throat and continued.  “…and if I am to get some work in before I lose my sight completely, I have to accept them as they come.”

There was only the sound of popping from the wind and both of their breathing over the line and that weighted silence was another sign that something was wrong, wrong, wrong. It reminded him of just how helpless he really was- struggling to reach that part of Jihyun he had always had access to and how he wished he could go back in time.

“Is there something wrong?” He whispered to Jihyun’s turned back, tracking the little, nearly unnoticeable jumps of his shoulders. “Jihyun? You know you can tell me.”

He wasn’t prepared for Jihyun to turn to him or how he silently extended his arms for Jumin as choked sobs bubbled up from his chest. He could barely make out the tears in the muted moonlight streaming in from his window.

“I was wrong,” Jihyun murmured, shuffling to meet Jumin as they drifted closer. “I was horrible to her, Ju. I was so horrible…”

Jumin sucked in a breath as Elizabeth’s cheek brushed his wrist, meowing pitifully at the phone clutched in his hand. Jumin stared into her unblinking blue eyes for a long heartbeat before he closed his eyes and leaned back against the cushion supporting his back.

“I understand.” Jumin forced out. The words left the tender muscles of his esophagus and heart jagged and bloody. “You know that I will pay for the surgery if you ever change your mind, Jihyun.”

His lips taste like salt and the snot clinging to them but that’s okay, Jumin had thought to himself… because Jihyun was open in ways he could never be in that moment, changing in ways he could only dream of as a smooth palm caressed his cheek.

“I don’t want to lose you, Jumin, because I am horrible.”

“You’re not going to.” Jumin whispered, eyelashes tickling his skin as he stared into frightened, adoring blue eyes. “You’re my best friend, Ji.”

Jihyun’s breathy laugh was music to his ears. “Of course, you will. You’ve always been a good friend, Jumin.”

Hello, hello! Admin Ambrose here- I just wanted to answer this as quickly as possible so that everyone has an idea of what has been going on. We will type out a more in-depth explanation later (since I will be going to lecture soon and I believe Peach is too) but we are resuming this blog. We have been working on the ask we received about MC singing and each of us have our parts in progress.

We have been struggling emotionally and this month, we got to see each other again for the second time. There has been some medical issues on my end as well as worrying about academics and helping take care of my family.

We are aiming to answer the asks as soon as possible and I apologize for it being slow going but we are working on it.

Perhaps, we could post them in parts versus completed? Or maybe by character? What do y'all think? It would be different from other imagine blogs but it would give y'all content and we could compile it together when it is all complete.

We are always open to suggestions!

But! These times do pass and cycle through and when the snow melts, it becomes spring! (I’m sorry the opportunity for that reference was too good to pass up but in all seriousness-)

However, it takes time to nourish that and with that in mind... there has been some asks that have sat in our ask box. For the one I was in charge of, I was working on it and outlining but unfortunately, I got stuck both in my writing and in a very stressful situation regarding my housing (No worries! I’m okayish now.) but I feel like perhaps a new start would do both Peach and me some good.

So, I apologize but we are deleting those asks from our inbox and starting fresh. There was a prompt sent in December about the gang stumbling upon MC singing and that will be the first Imagine coming (we are currently working out the logistics). So, look forward to that!

I, myself, will probably be participating in the 31 Days of Polyamaury so if you have any poly ships that do or do not include MC, feel free to send them in! Also, don’t be shy in sending in new asks! All we ask for is patience and we thank everyone for the support and patience we have received thus far.

Thank you, sincerely and I hope everyone is having a wonderful start to their year or a good day if New Year’s isn’t you thing! <3

-Admin Ambrose

Alright. Now that I have had a nice meal and a bit of break... Let’s get into this, shall we?

Each character- yes, including Jumin- has had homoerotic subtext with other characters. Male characters. This isn’t something that is uncommon in the game... and while there are some problematic executions- they can be attributed to Cheritz keeping their main audience in mind. 

Mystic Messenger is a female centric game. Both Peach and I are aware of this but there are MCs who fall outside that binary, including myself- a nonbinary person. Including Peach, who is male. Including many other MCs/players out there, I am betting.

Default MC with her long brown hair... is a placeholder for the true person playing the game: a projection, an avatar, or a character for those who give her a backstory and her own motivations outside of their own.

Not to mention the fact... That “not gay” does not mean straight. Bisexual, pansexual, and the other identities that are attracted to more than one gender exist. Saeyoung is already canonically bisexual, so why can’t Jumin be?

Why can’t any one of the main four boys?

This is an (partly) imagines blog, partly a shippy blog, and an occasional semi-RP blog (We haven’t done anything with our Time Travelers, just yet.), Anon, so while Peach and I try to take into account canon events and timelines... Ultimately, in this space, we are the captains of the ship. If we want to provide alternate pronouns, or if people send us an MC with a different gender identity than default MC, a poly preference, or on the ace spectrum... we are going to do our best to be inclusive.

(We may not be perfect, but we will try.)

So, in conclusion, Anon, if a male or nonbinary MC read that imagine... Jumin is definitely gay, or definitely attracted to other genders that include his own and others.

*Admin Peach: False. Jumin Han rawed me in a Red Lobster bathroom and there’s nothing you can do about it.

*Admin Ambrose: Thank you very much! <3 Peach and I are very happy that everyone seems to be liking our writings! We hope to continue to spread some happiness and tears (because we are angsty af, let’s be real). Thank you again and I hope you are having a good day, Nonnie!