#bat-yo-us

(angst child why)

When MC wasn’t home in time for dinner, Jumin began to feel concerned. They’d gotten into an argument earlier that day when Jumin had told her that Rika would be staying with them for a few days. He could immediately tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t pleased.

“She’s my friend, and she’d going to stay with us.” Jumin said firmly. MC glared up at him.

“I understand that. I just.... don’t get the best feeling about it. Something just feels wrong.” She said with a frown. Jumin had rolled his eyes, brushing off her concerns  She frowned deeper, and turned away from him. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

That had been this morning, and normally MC was home far before he was. Instead he had just found Rika, washing out a cloth in the sink. At the red tinge in the water, Jumin had raised an eyebrow.

“I was slicing apples and cut my finger. Got blood on it and wanted to pre-treat it.” Rika said with a gentle smile. Jumin nodded. Accidents happen.

He fidgeted with his phone, checking again to see if MC had sent him anything. A hand suddenly touched him on the arm.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Rika said, smile soft. “She’s probably just cooling off from this morning. We can go ahead and eat. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

What she said made sense, but something bothered him. He hadn’t told her that they had fought earlier, and he was positive that MC wouldn’t have told her.  He pursed his lips slightly, and stood up from the table.

“I’m gonna... go look for her.” Jumin said shakily. The hand on his arm tightened. 

“I’m sure you don’t have to do that.” Rika said, and in that moment, Jumin could see that her smile was forced. He wanted to believe her. They had so much history between each other, that he should be able to.

But he couldn’t. He shook her hand off. “I need to go.”

As he left, he sent a message out to the rest of the RFA, asking them to let him know if they saw MC. It didn’t take long for Seven to respond.

She’s at the bunker 

It took him a lot less time than he thought it would for him to get to the bunker. He arrived to find Seven crouched next to the couch. Seven glanced up briefly, whispered something to MC, before walking over to Jumin.

“You need to be aware of what you’re about to see.” Seven said, tone uncharacteristically serious. “She’s kinda beat to hell, and she won’t tell me why.”

“Why not?” Jumin asked, and Seven shrugged. 

“She said we wouldn’t believe her.” Jumin nodded slightly, before walking over to where she was laying. 

“MC?” He asked slightly, taking in the sight of her. Using Seven’s words, she was beat to hell. Her face was swollen, she was shaking horribly, and her leg was wrapped tightly, and Jumin had no doubt that is was broken. Her swollen eye barely peeked open, before immediately sliding back shut. Jumin gently touched her hand, trying to ignore her flinch. “What happened?”

“You won’t believe me.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Love, you need to let me know what happened.” Jumin insisted.

“When I got home, Rika was there. She told me that I wasn’t needed, and then these men showed up out of no where. She stood there, and did nothing as they dragged me away. They tried to make me drink this green... elixir? I think that’s what they called it.... Anyway, I fought back, they broke my leg, and then I somehow managed to get away. Sent a message to the person I knew could find me quickest.” She got out. It struck him that the person she trusted to find her was not him, and he could feel his chest squeeze. 

“Rika?” Jumin managed to ask. The way her eyes squeezed tightly shut made him regret it.

“I told you you wouldn’t believe me.” She whispered, tears beginning to pour. 

“I do.” Jumin said, his own tears beginning to pour. The hand under his own finally turning to clench his back, the best she could manage. 

Jumin had no idea where to go from here. She was the love of his life, and Rika was one of his closest people. How could this have happened? And why?

But the proof was in front of him. How could he deny it? He wanted to hate her, to cut her out of their lives entirely and protect his love. But there was that small part of him that wanted to ask Rika what happened, that hoped this was all a misunderstanding. It made him hate himself.

“I love you.” He whispered to her, praying to whoever would listen that he would know how to move forward as he listened to her cry.

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because I’ve seen lots of hanahaki disease fics before, I decided to draw instead of writing! I hope you don’t mind! 🧡

by my rules I’m not doing full x MC illustrations for free, so I hope this is alright and I hope you like it

Hello my dear! I have heard of this disease! I’m actually super excited to write this let’s goooooooooo

Hello. That’s a nice prompt, but I’m afraid I don’t write Nobunaga nor I’m truly interested in starting doing so. 

Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! Aside from my characterization problems, I am not all too confident in my angst, but I will try my best!  (ง'̀-‘́)ง I also decided to do it in a Reader perspective as I feel more comfortable with that at the moment, hope that’s alright!

Taking deep breaths as you speed through the hallways, you tried to remain calm and collected. Inside you were worried sick, your hands shaking and your mind buzzing from processing all the thoughts you had after witnessing that. You were gone only for a few moments, withdrawing to the bathroom, and leaving Soryu behind at the party.

You didn’t expect to stumble over a few men, standing around the corner next to the bathroom, talking about poisoning food and especially ‘dealing with the leader of the leader of the Ice Dragons’. Of course, you weren’t as dumb as to brush it off as nothing, especially not at a place like this where so many dangerous and brutal people were assembled in one place.

The men sounded quite serious as they were explaining their plan, luckily loud enough to hear. All you had to do was return to Soryu’s side and make sure to tell him about what was going on. You knew he’d listen to you. He had to. And yet, you had such a bad feeling, questioning what was about to happen yourself.

Thanking the guard at the door for holding it open for you, you stepped back into the full room, people laughing and chatting as if this was a charity event and not a mafia-meetup. You yourself had troubles with understanding all the things that these people talked about, instead smiling and nodding as expected of the wife of a leader.

You stood there, stretching on the tip of your toes to make out Soryu throughout the masses. You would have recognized him everywhere, even with his back turned and everyone attending in a suit, so it was no wonder when you found his slick back, black hair in the masses. At his sight, your heart gave off a sting, your feelings right now worrying you sick.

As quick as possible, you tried to get through the masses, apologizing left and right. Even though you were used to walking in heels now, you couldn’t do anything as you got caught up in a wrinkle in the carpet, tripping and spraining your ankle painfully. Even with some people staring you smiled through your pain, brushing off your incident as best as you can and approaching your husband with a limb.

When he noticed you, he excused himself from the person he was talking to, hurridly approaching you and offering you an arm to hold on as he noticed the pain in your expression. “Soryu, we have to get-” You were harshly interrupted by the chilling sound of a microphone echoing through the room and one of the operators speaking up. “Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may invite you to the dining room now. Food will be served there and we hope every one of you enjoys it!”

Biting your lip you turned around again, wanting to warn him once more, though it was Soryu himself who interrupted you. “Can you walk?” He gave a worried glance down at your ankle and you could feel that it was starting to swell, the strap of your shoe cutting into your flesh.

“Y-Yeah… But more importantly: We really need to lea-” There was another harsh interruption by a man approaching the two of you. You recognized him as one of the ones that had talked about the poisoning before and even though both you and Soryu stood up straight, you couldn’t help but glare at him. “Mister and Misses Oh, please this way, we are sure you will be satisfied with what we have to offer to our honorable guests.”

The two of you were practically shoved into the dining hall and seated before you could protest. Around you, people were already clinking their glasses and drinking, laughing merrily. Turning towards Soryu, you tugged at his sleeves without any response as he was conversing with the person to his right. You could see that it was wearing him out to be this present and always having to keep up his professional act, but right now you wished more than anything he’d listen to you.

The first course was brought out faster than you could ensure his safety and you stared at Soryu’s plate in horror. You still hadn’t been able to bring it up and slowly panic started to spread inside of you. He noticed your worried look at his food, asking, “What’s wrong?” while cutting down a biteable piece of it and picking it up with his fork.

You had to do watch him slowly raise it to his mouth and suddenly the panic overcame you, taking away all your reasonable actions for the situation. With a loud “Don’t!” you grabbed for his hand, basically feeding yourself with the fork. Immediately you regretted this action, as you felt your stomach retract itself as the inside of your mouth touched the ruined food and started to burn.

“It’s poisoned…” you managed to wheeze before ending up in a coughing fit, the tears filling your eyes from the pain you felt shooting through your body and little black and white frizzles appeared in your line of sight. You heard him shout your name before breaking down in your chair, a loud commotion arising around you.

You saw how his eyes were filled with immense pain and worry, a grim grimace playing around the features on his face before you blacked out completely.

bat-yo-us said to empty-aesthetic-princess: I'm feeling angsty today so can I request a scenario where eisuke and mc are having an argument . The argument didn't end well and they both went to work with bitterness.But on that day, eisuke was being targeted and at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him and took the bullet instead. I'll leave the ending to you. Can you make this angsty please

Angst, indeed! Coming right up (:

I woke up in an empty bed for the 4th day in a row. I got changed into my work uniform somewhat reluctantly. I knew today was going to be a busy day, especially with the IVC later and I wasn’t looking forward. Plus, Eisuke had been waking up early and getting to bed late the entire week and my worry for his well-being was taking a toll on my mood as well. I walked out of our bedroom and found Eisuke already awake and fully dressed, sitting at the table and typing away on his laptop. He didn’t look up as I came in and his mouth was set in a hard line. 

I had noticed Eisuke being distant and a little cold towards me lately, but I knew how busy he was so I tried not to take it personally. However, the next words out of his mouth stopped me dead in my tracks as I went to start his morning coffee.

“I don’t want you coming to the IVC tonight”, he said matter-of-factly and without breaking eye contact from his screen.

“Why?”, I asked him, confused. It’s not as if I looked forward to the IVC or the auctions anyways, but something about the sudden retraction of my invitation bothered me. He hadn’t said “you don't need to come anymore” or anything along those lines. He had said “I don’t want you there”, and the rejection that came with that statement made my stomach drop. 

“Because I don’t want you there”. Eisuke’s eyes never met mine and it was starting to get on my nerves.

“Why?”, I asked again, letting the irritation I was starting to feel seep through in my tone. There had to be a reason. He doesn’t do anything impulsive and unexpected like this without a good reason. 

“Because I don’t, ________. Don't make me repeat myself again”, he stated flatly. His tone was mirroring mine and his jaw tensed, but he still refused to look up from that damn laptop. 

“Why can’t you look at me, Eisuke?” My voice was barely over a whisper but I know he heard me. He sighed harshly and finally looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes gave nothing away and I tried to figure why he was acting this way. His mouth had his signature scowl plastered on it and he regarded me with an agitated expression. Had I done something? I thought back over the past few days and I couldn’t think of anything, especially since we’d hardly interacted at all.

“I’m looking at you. Anything else?” He sounded bored and detached, and my heart felt heavy. I took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears that were forming in my eyes from falling. 

“Tell me why you don’t want me there”, I said, emphasizing the word that I was the most worried about. Did he just not want me at the IVC, or did he not want me at all? This was the most he had talked to me all week and even though he was seated two feet away from me, I had never felt so far away from him. He returned his gaze back to his laptop and resumed typing, muttering one single word to me.

“Coffee”. 

I felt my blood start to boil and I finally snapped. That was it? I ask for an explanation and I get an order, a command? All the loneliness and sadness I had been feeling lately quickly turned to anger as I stormed towards him and slammed his laptop shut. He looked up at me and I registered surprise on his face for a split second before his bored expression returned. 

“Are you kidding me, Eisuke?! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being like this? You’ve been ignoring me for days and you’re a jerk every time you do decide to give me the time of day. And now you can’t even be bothered to give me a reason? I’m tired of you treating me like I’m your property and not your girlfriend!”, I shouted, finally letting go of the suppressed emotions I’d been feeling as of late. It was a cathartic release and the tears from earlier finally spilled over, but Eisuke’s face never changed throughout my outburst. 

“If you don't like it, then leave.” 

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Was this a joke? It felt like my heart had been ripped straight out of my chest. I let out an incredulous breath and took a step backward, away from the man that I loved. As if we needed any more distance right now. 

I quickly turned on my heel and headed out of the room, not once looking back at Eisuke. We had been together for over a year, and now I felt like I didn't even know who he was. And now I had to go downstairs to work and pretend like my world wasn’t turning over on its head. 

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My shift was as busy as I figured it would be, but it did little to distract me from what had happened between Eisuke and I this morning. He hadn’t paged me all day, but I didn’t really expect him to. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d paged me up to the penthouse. I guess the shitty coffee he makes for himself is better than being in the same room as me, I thought bitterly. Ugh, I had to stop fixating on this. It was taking me twice as long as usual to finish cleaning these rooms than usual, and just because I was feeling awful didn’t mean that my co-workers deserved to have to pick up my slack. I pushed all thoughts of Eisuke to the back of my mind and tried to power through the remainder of my shift.

I completed the last of the guests rooms on the floor I was assigned and realized with dread that the penthouse lounge was next. I just have to get it over with, rip it off like a bandaid.

The lounge was empty when I arrived, thankfully. I didn’t want to have to explain to Baba and Ota why I was feeling so upset. I know they both mean well, but sometimes I swear those two are too nosy for their own good. I tried to take my time as much as I could because I really didn’t want to have to go upstairs, but I dragged myself up there anyways.

I slowly opened the door to our room but Eisuke wasn’t there. That was probably for the best but I couldn’t help the fact that I was disappointed about it. I still love that asshole. I sighed and began cleaning, trying to hold myself together the best I could.

I saved his office for last, just because it was the one room that reminded me of him the most. I dusted his bookshelves and vacuumed the carpet, and then went to straighten up his desk. It wasn’t unorganized by any means, but honestly I just liked looking at his documents. It was amazing how much work Eisuke had to do, and I admired his ability to multi-task. If only my feelings were mergers or acquisitions, maybe he’d pay more attention to them. 

I sighed as I opened his desk drawer and saw a picture of the two of us laying on top of some paperwork. It was taken about six months ago, on a spontaneous trip to Hawaii. I had never been and couldn’t stop talking about it, so Eisuke arranged for us to spend a weekend there. It was the happiest I’d ever felt and I knew Eisuke felt the same way because this was the first photo, probably the only photo in existence, where Eisuke had a genuine smile on his face. Not his fake business smile or his cold vindictive smile, his special smile that only I got to see. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the photo and felt the tears I had been denying all day slowly start to fall down my cheeks. Where the hell had this Eisuke gone?

I didn’t want to linger on it any longer, so I placed the photo back where I found it, but a crumpled letter towards the back of the drawer caught my attention. I straightened it out and couldn’t help read a few lines of it, and that’s when my heart dropped straight through the floor and landed in the lobby 52 floors down.

Not all of it made sense to me, but I did recognize the name of a business owner that Eisuke had been trying to make a deal with. Whoever wrote this apparently didn’t want him to go through with it and wanted to make the deal themselves instead. The end of the letter, I unfortunately understood completely. 

“I’d think about this carefully, Mr. Ichinomiya. You have 72 hours to call off the deal or it will be the last thing you do. Choose wisely. I wouldn’t want to leave your pretty little girlfriend without a body to hold her at night.”

Oh, God. Is this why he pushed me away, to keep me safe? The last few days flashed through my mind with a new clarity, and suddenly I felt terrible about storming out on him this morning. 

72 hours...when had he received this? Ugh, why did he do this every time a new threat popped up? Why am I always left out of the loop to try to figure out everything on my own? Why did he have to constantly shut me out? Did he not trust me enough?

I don't have time to be thinking about this! I needed to find Eisuke. I needed to make sure he was okay. He had to be. I couldn't bear to think about the alternative. 

I ran out of the penthouse and immediately called Eisuke. I tried my best to calm my nerves but with every ring I heard, the knot in my stomach got bigger. I said a silent prayer as the penthouse elevator slowly but surely brought me back down to the lobby. 

“What is it?”, Eisuke’s sounded annoyed on the other end, and I had honestly never been happier to hear his grumpy voice in my life.

“Eisuke, where are you?”, I asked frantically. The elevator had finally reached the first floor and my eyes quickly scanned everywhere for a sign of him. 

“I’m leaving”, he said and I finally spotted him outside the hotel. I ran out of the glass doors at the entrance and right up to where Eisuke was standing in front of his limo, placing his suitcase in the backseat.

“What are you doing?”, he scolded me as I wrapped my arms around him but I didn’t care. He can be an ass to me all he wants, he’s not shutting me out this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the letter, Eisuke?”, I asked breathlessly, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. He sighed heavily and was about to speak, but then I noticed a red dot appear on his forehead. 

Oh God, no. Please, no. 

It all happened in such a blur. I ran forward, pushing Eisuke out of the way but then I felt a sharp pain hit my back. I stumbled a bit and braced for the inevitable crash of my body on the concrete but instead I was quickly wrapped up in a tight embrace. I guess Eisuke caught me, was my last thought but before my vision blurred. 

“________! Look at me, ________! Please!”, Eisuke’s panicked voice became farther and farther and no matter how hard I desperately I tried to hold onto my consciousness, the pain was way too intense and I faded into the darkness.

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I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar white ceiling. I was hoping that it was all a dream, more like a nightmare honestly, but as I took in the sight of the IV stuck in my arm and the hospital bed I was lying in, I knew the horrible truth. 

Eisuke was sitting next to me in armchair, his head in his hands. I could see the stubble growing on his cheeks and his clothes looked disheveled. His suit jacket was flung unceremoniously over the back of the chair and he had his lavender button-up rolled up at his sleeves. I could practically feel the tension emanating from his body and he took a deep breath in through his nose, but it caught in his throat. 

Oh my God, is he crying?

As if he felt my eyes on him, Eisuke slowly looked up and the state of him shocked me. His hair was unruly and sticking up every which way and the dark circles around his eyes were prominent, but the tears pooling from them was the most striking thing about his appearance.

“______”, he breathed and his body visibly relaxed. Eisuke quickly closed the distance between us as he took my face in both his hands and crushed his lips against mine. He kissed me over and over and all of his emotions were spilling out with each one. I felt his fear, his guilt, his regret...his love. 

I tried to lean further into his kiss, but a sharp pain in my back caused me to cry out. Eisuke’s expression turned to panic as he put a hand on my shoulder to press my body back onto the bed.

“Don’t make sudden movements. The doctors said you need to rest. After the surgery, they said any farther to the right and the bullet would have hit your spine and paralyzed you.” Eisuke’s voice wavered towards the end of his sentence and I reached up to caress his cheek. The rough stubble on his face was a foreign feeling. I definitely preferred him clean-shaved, I thought as he leaned into my touch.

“I’m sorry about our fight”, I murmured to him. He sighed, rolling his eyes and I smiled. I didn’t think I’d miss that expression as much as I had.

“You have nothing to apologize for, silly girl”, he said softly and kissed the back of my hand. “I’m the one who needs to.” My eyebrows raised and he shot me a glare, and I giggled even though it hurt a little.

“You keep those snarky thoughts to yourself,” he muttered as his lips pressed against my hand again. 

“I’m sorry”, he continued. “I was trying to figure out a way to seal the deal, outsmart my blackmailer and keep you safe at the same time. But I did a pretty shitty job on that last part, didn’t I?” Eisuke’s voice cracked and saw the tears re-forming in his eyes. I reached out and tilted his head up to look at me, meeting his entrancing hazel eyes head on. We stared at each other for a while, trying to gauge what the other was feeling, and then Eisuke broke the silence with a small sigh.

“I thought keeping you away from me was the best thing to do to keep you safe. I had bodyguards tailing you and Soryu’s men keeping an eye out the entire time. I didn’t care what happened to me, honestly. I just didn’t that son of a bitch coming anywhere near you. But if you stayed with me, you'd be even more of a target. So I tried to be as distant as I could to get you to leave. I knew once you stormed out of the penthouse, you wouldn’t come back. That’s when I packed my things. I couldn't do it while you were still there. I wouldn’t have ever left. I’d have made some excuse in my head just to stay with you, but I couldn’t let you get hurt because of me. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“But then you come running out of the hotel at me, like a bat out of hell, openly putting yourself in danger just to check on me, and I realized that I should have just taken you with me while I figured this shit out. I should have told you what was going on. I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I could have lost you and you’d have died thinking that I didn’t care about you, that I didn’t love you...” Eisuke’s resolve crumbled at those words and hung his head in his hands again, quiet sobs wracking his entire body. 

I had never seen him break down like that and I sat there stunned, gently placing a hand on his back to console him. I knew how awful it had been for me, but I never considered how hard it must have been for Eisuke to have to make decisions like this every time there’s a new threat to our safety. He’s always so confident and self-assured, as if he always knows what to do. But then there’s times like these where I see straight to his heart and see exactly how much pushing me away had hurt him too. 

Eisuke’s tears finally ceased and he lifted his head to look at me. I brushed his bangs back off his forehead and smiled at him gently.

“I know that you love me, Eisuke. I’m sorry I ever doubted that.” Eisuke leaned forward and kissed me, much less forceful than usual but with the same intense passion as he always does.

“I’ll never let you doubt that again”, he whispered as his lips returned to mine.