#puffle writes

Jumin:

holy shit did you have a lot of feelings

and also,,,, a heavy, heavy feeling of guilt whenever you spilled them (mood)

so, you didn’t. You built up a habit of bottling up your feelings and keeping them in check every second of the day. (DON’T DO THAT IT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU)

Honestly, at first, Jumin found that to be incredibly helpful. Your level-headed contributions to the company as his right-hand were always welcome and you always helped to keep rowdy meetings or employees.

he was impressed that you always managed to keep a calm smile on your face. It helped relax him too.

Oh, but little did he know that you were collapsing on the inside. Stress was bottling up, stress about the company, the next party and your friends, who were also going through some rough patches. And, truth be told, the whole fiasco with the hacker (which felt like a lifetime ago but it really wasn’t) and the bomb had shaken you up so much and you hadn’t had time to deal with those emotions because then you had to go help jumin and yadda yadda yadda

Of course, you weren’t blaming him, you just wished you’d had more time to take everything in.

so it was really no surprise when you’d finally had a day off that you lay in bed, sobbing. Your whole body was wracked with tears and your cries filled the cold silence of the penthouse. And god, did you wish that Jumin was here, that he would hold you tight and tell you how much he loved you. But that was just wishful thinking. Don’t be silly MC, that wouldn’t ever-

“MC, have you seen my- MC! My love, what happened?” Jumin stopped dead in his tracks for only a moment before rushing to your side. He gathered you up in his arms, sitting gently next to you.

You froze. Oh no… No, no, no! This can’t be happening, he can’t see me like this! You snapped out of it, turning your face away from him and wiping at your tears furiously. “Jumin, ah- what a surprise! What are you doing home?” You asked, hoping your voice was less hoarse than it sounded.

“MC…” Jumin gently turned your face towards him, holding his hands to your tear-stained cheeks. He brushed the last few tears away ever-so-gently. “Oh, MC, please tell me what’s wrong..”

You blinked, vision going fuzzy as tears filled your eyes again. A choked sob forced it’s way out of your throat and you shut your eyes tight, pulling away from him. “Jumin, please, it- it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” You forced out, tucking your arms around your waist. Jumin froze.

“What…?” He whispered. “MC…” You bit your lip. Did he have to say your name like that? Seriously?!

A beat passed.

You didn’t even get a chance to speak as you felt him pull you close once more, his arms wrapping around you securely. “MC… I don’t know what’s wrong but I promise, I’m here for you. Please, I want you to know you can rely on me. That’s why I’m here, okay?”

“Aren’t I just a burden for you, Jumin? You don’t need to be weighed down by me…” You buried your face in his shirt, your response coming out muffled. You felt Jumin tense beneath you and he sweetly lifted your face to look at him again.

“You’re never a burden to me, MC. Never. I want to carry your problems with you. I want you to know that I’m always here for you, standing right by your side until the very end. We’re in this together. I love you, okay?”

You could only nod and wrap your arms around him tightly, craving his warmth as you leant up to kiss him softly. It tasted like tears and red wine and Jumin. And for now, that was the most you could ever hope for.

Zen:

ahhhh no shit shit shit this is the worst possible time

you’re backstage at one of Zen’s shows, waiting for him when you sneeze into your elbow

when you pull away, you see the familiar red liquid and promptly sigh, holding a hand t ot. he bridge of your nose and wobbling as you get to your feet

thats when Zen bursts into the dressing room, chatting excitedly. he sees you and stops short

…..

quick say something MC!

“Nice show, Zen.” (really MC?) “Thanks babe. You alright there?” “Yep. Just peachy.” “You sure?” “Uh-huh. positive.”

you take a step forward and immediately c o l l a p s e

Zen catches you in his arms (looks like you fell for him //slapped) and guides you back to the couch, laying you down

“yeah, nope. just stay there, i’ll grab a towel and some tissues” “yeah, okay, good plan. thanks zen”

he brings you some water and chocolate and distracts you by singing and talking about what he thought went well during the show and what could’ve been done better

you give your input every once in a while, half struggling to stay awake

its ok bc even if you faint (which would still suck), Zen will still take care of you

bc he loves you

many cuddles until you feel better

Jaehee:

[she likes to consider herself a rather prepared person

but nothing could prepare her for this]

she wandered into the kitchen late at night, wondering why you weren’t in bed yet

she didn’t expect to see you passed out, sitting on a stool, resting against the sink and covered in blood.

actually screams in terror (she thought you were dead

rushes over to you and panics, immediately checking your pulse

you’re still alive, oh thank god

relief for a second before realising that jhghjk you’re still bleeding

she props you up and carries you to the bathroom, laying you down in the bathtub before washing you off

there goes that outfit rip

googles what she has to do from here bc does she wake you up? does she wait for you to wake up?? she is Not Prepared

settles on waking you up by gently shaking you and talking to you until you wake up

So Relieved when you begin to stir and open your eyes

you’re hella confused as to how you got into the bathroom but it all begins to make sense when you see jaehee sitting on the edge of the tub, worried as all hell

oh beb, MC didn’t mean to make you panic im sorry

stays with you and comforts you everytime it happens so she never has to go through that fear ever again

Jumin:

it had to be now, didn’t it? this very moment. of course. it just had to be during a celebratory ball.

you felt it coming as you chatted with some friends and you instantly began to panic

okay, okay, stay calm MC. You’ve done this before, it’s okay. everything’s okay.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I just need some air.” you left the conversation, ducking into a nearby hallway and leaning against a table. you stayed like that for a while, beginning to feel faint

~meanwhile~

jumin is wandering around the ballroom, looking for you. he meets up with your friends who tell him you stepped out for a little fresh air maybe 20mins ago.

oh okay

he knew you so he knew that you were most likely fine but there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him something was wrong. so, he gave it another ten minutes or so before he began to worry

excusing himself, he stepped into the same hallway that you were in before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of you

you were collapsed in a chair, almost unconscious, with your nose still fuckin bleeding

jumin.exe has stopped working

needless to say, you immediately left the ball and went straight home

he ran his fingers through your hair as you rested, helping you wash your face and just whispering sweet nothings or sitting in silence w/ you until you finally fell asleep

contacts many doctors to figure out this problem so your health doesn’t decline

helps distract you by talking about new projects or funny things he overheard at the office or wine

Saeyoung:

oof this is untimely

you were just getting out of the shower when you glanced down and noticed a steady trickle of blood making its way down your chest

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME”

you could’ve sworn it was just water like three seconds ago

asdtyjkl now you have to go back and shower agAIN aaagghhghh

you go to hop back into the shower when you’re suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness

CRASH

seven jolts at the massive bang that echoes through the house. even saeran sends him a text to ask what the hell that was

it sounds like it came from the bathroom,,, and wait, weren’t you taking a shower?

the worst case scenarios flash through his mind and in half a second saeyoung’s up and dashing to the bathroom

when he gets there his eyes widen and he starts knocking on the door frantically

he can smell that very familiar, metallic crimson scent. (lololol seven is a bloodhound now its canon bc i said so)

“MC!! MC!! It’s me, open up!”

picks the lock when you dont get the door

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you on the floor, surrounded by bright red blood

“Holy shit, MC!!!!”

panics. a lot. he doesnt even care that you’re naked, he needs you to wake up and now. he needs you not to be dead.

basically faints from relief when you groan in pain, bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light.

“seven, what are you doing in here?” “i thought you were dead MC!” “huh? ah- oh… that… i’ll explain that later… first could you, uh, hand me my towel?” “What? …!”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway, he shows you all his gadgets whenever you have a bleeding nose so you don’t have a repeat of the above incident.

he helps you clean up the blood afterwards. he’s,,,, surprisingly good at it,,,,

whoops i had a nap while rewriting this

A warped voice came through the receiver on his earpiece. “…Sev- …Ome in- …ear me?!” MC’s panicked voice crackled through, the earpiece letting out a high pitched whine that made Saeyoung’s face twist up.

“Not… so loud…” He groaned. The high ringing only made his ever-growing headache worse. His brain was fuzzy and his sight began to blur, colours melting together. In the back of his mind, he heard MC barking orders at her subordinates.

“Saey- …going to- -u out of there.” MC had never sounded so frantic. “-Ang in the- !”

If he wasn’t in so much pain, he probably would have scoffed in disbelief before making some stupid joke to lighten the mood. “Hard… to do, MC…”

“I kno- …ou have to. You have- ..ome back…”

You had never been so scared in your entire life - not even when you had had a gun held to your head as a hostage. Saeyoung had been shot. Shot by none other than fucking Mint Eye. Just the name left the most bitter taste in your mouth.

“Seven! Come in Seven! Can you hear me?!” Your voice rose as you grew more and more terrified. He couldn’t be dead yet. No, he couldn’t - the medical team were on their way, he wasn’t allowed to die.

“Not… so loud…” Came a feeble response. Your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the main control panel.

“Houston, we have a problem with Zero Seven’s earpiece - get on it! Oh Four, I don’t care if the police show up - get the medical team there as fast as you can! Lucinda, find the nearest possible exits!” You snapped at the nearest subordinates. 404 was driving the medical team there as quickly as they could. They would make it. They had to. “Saeyoung, we’re going to get you out of there. Hang in there! Please!”

A repressed whine came through your earpiece. “Hard… to do, MC…”

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. The bitter, crimson liquid filled your mouth as you spoke, trying your hardest to keep him awake. “I know, I know love. You have to. You have to come back to me.”

Saeyoung had accepted his fate.

A bit laughable, really. He’d spent his whole life trying to die but the moment he meets the brightest star in the universe, the Universe (seemingly collectively) turns on him. He’d remembered the name of that stupid agency too - Mint Eye. What a joke.

He’d made his way (somehow) to a wall, propping himself up against it. How long had he been bleeding? Five minutes? Ten? Twenty? He didn’t know anymore. Swarming colours and dots had completely taken over his vision so he shut his eyes. Block out the world, Saeyoung. You’re good at that.

The ringing in his ears was almost unbearable but he kept the earpiece in. He wanted to hear MC’s voice one last time. His throat was dry but he spoke anyway - pain was only temporary.

“MC…”

“…es? Saeyoung, wha- … it?” Although breaking, he knew she was attempting to keep it together. For his sake.

“I’m dying…”

He heard a sharp intake of breath. “What? No, n- ..ot Saeyoung. You’re n- …owed to die. You- You ow- …edding at the space- …member?” He already could hear the unshed tears in her voice. It was heartbreaking.

“Yeah… I… remember…” His body wracked with a violent cough. He tentatively pulled away his hand. There was far more blood than before.

“..ou- ..die! Y-You can’t!” The signal was perfectly clear as her voice broke fully, loud gasping sobs coming through the receiver.

His heart shattered. This was pure torture. “I’m… sorry… MC…”

“…Saeyoung…? Saeyoung. Saeyoung! Saeyoung! N-No! You’re not- you’re not allowed to apologise! You’re not allowed to- you’re not allowed to die! Don’t- don’t- don’t- no- no- no, no, nonono-Saeyoung- no-! No! SAEYOUNG!”

You couldn’t do anything. Not from headquarters. Your subordinates only worked in frantic terror. He won’t die. He won’t. Saeyoung won’t-

“MC…” Your heart rate jumped to a million miles an hour. No, no, no, you knew that tone. No- he couldn’t-

“Yes? Saeyoung what is it?” You held your breath. No, if you crack now, he’ll know. Keep it together MC.

“I’m dying…”

Every single blood cell in your body turned to ice. You could barely breathe. “What? No, no, no, you’re not Saeyoung. You’re not. You’re not allowed to die.” You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you could hardly trust yourself to wipe them away. “You- You owe me a wedding at the space station, remember?”

No, this couldn’t be happening! The medical team were on their way, this couldn’t-

“Yeah… I… remember…” A harsh cough sounded over the receiver.

“So you can’t die! Y-You can’t!” All of your resolve shattered in an instant, your entire body quaking with your cries. No- no, no, nononononono, this is a mistake- this has to be-

“I’m… sorry… MC…”

You physically felt your body temperature drop. Oh god-

“…Saeyoung…? Saeyoung. Saeyoung! Saeyoung! N-No! You’re not- you’re not allowed to apologise! You’re not allowed to- you’re not allowed to die! Don’t- don’t- don’t- no- no- no, no, nonono-Saeyoung- no-! No! SAEYOUNG!”

wow i made myself sad again. look at that, it’s like a talent

have some bubbline to make things better.

The red LEDs of your alarm clock read 4:41 am as you startled awake. It’s too cold. Slipping out of your bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and unlocked it, opening the RFA chat. No one’s online.

[Guys, something’s off.]

You had just hit send when a voice rang out.

“A stranger has been located.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Scared for your life, you frantically texted the chat, your thoughts as chaotic as your messages.

[SVENE]

[HLEP]

[ETHERES SOMETHING HRRIBLY WRONOG]

[SOEMONES HERW]

“Sensed location of stranger… adjusting target…”

[THE SYSDYEMS BEEN AC TIVATESD]

You desperately tried to phone Seven- anyone. No one was picking up. Your chest heaved. I can’t breathe. Panic spread like wildfire and you sprinted out of your room to try and escape the apartment-

Your heart stopped beating and your feet froze in fear. A shining, silver barrel was pointed straight at your heart.

It’s freezing.

“Don’t. Move. A muscle.” Whoever was behind responsible for breaking into your apartment, well, he clearly had a death wish. “What is that?!” 

“Backing up all information… After the back up is complete, the bomb will be activated. 20 seconds backup remaining.”

“What is going on?!” He screamed, lowering his gun for just a second. He had a weak point, in your range. You had to make a decision; would you let him steal not only the information but your life or would you save something?

…I can’t let him get his hands on that information.

“15 seconds backup remaining…”

You took your chance. Adrenaline rushed through you as you hit the gun out of his hand. “Wh- HEY!” You punched his side with all your strength. Then, bringing your knee up, you kicked him in the groin as hard as you could, sending him crumpling to the floor. “You bitch!”

No one will come.

“10 seconds backup remaining…”

You lunged for the abandoned gun, your fingers, slick with sweat, failing to pick it up. “Oh no, you don’t!” The intruder seized your ankle, pulling you down to the floor. You yelped in shock.

“Let me go!” I’m scared.

“5 seconds backup remaining…”

Your tears overflowed as he began to stand. With the remainder of your energy, you kicked him off you, finally picking up the gun. Pushing yourself off the floor, you rushed into your room, slamming the door behind you.

I can’t think straight.

“Backup complete. Relocating target.”

You fumbled with your phone, texting whoever you could. Your family, your friends, and of course, the RFA. Three simple words; usually said to fiances, parents or children. Never in your life would you have believed they’d be said in this circumstance - especially not by you.

“Bomb will detonate in T minus 5…”

Outside your room, you heard the robber curse. Your heartbeat crushed your chest and your tears streamed down your face.

The information is safe. Ĭ̶̗ ̴̢͌͂ä̶͖́m̷̠͒ ̶̜͠g̴̛̜̯̐̓ồ̷̱̽i̶̯̤̮͐n̵̬̝̑g̸̦̺̈̂͂ ̷̘͈̻̒̅̉t̴̛͔̖̣͆̆ọ̵͝ ̸̘̆̿d̴̺͗͜i̶̖͐e̶̬͇̦͑.

“4…”

Your lungs were on fire.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you. E̵͈̒̃̾v̸͎̗̠̍̓̉e̵̡͖͗r̵͍̗̼͝͝y̷̜͓͍͗͌̒t̵̙̪͕͝h̸̥͆͜͝i̵͕̱͚͊̃͂n̸̜͈̥̏g̸̮͐̐̿'̸̛̰̖͎͌̽s̶̪̦̉̋ ̶̯̋̔ẉ̷̦͌r̷̦̜̉o̴̼̔̚n̸̝̒͌ǵ̴̖͇͌.

“3…”

Your head was light.

Please don’t blame yourselves.I̵͉̹̎̀ ̷͓̈́a̸̢͎͒m̴̭̋̏ ̷̤͕̾̓̅s̷͚͔͚̔ǫ̷̖͖̎͆̇ ̷̼̂â̷̘̜̝̎l̸̦̦͚̉o̸͔̒̅n̸͇̑̔̃e̴͚̒͋.

“2…”

You braced for impact.

I love you all. I̵̥͙̺̓̉t̶͓̣͒͠'̷̥͐̃͒s̷͙̺̉̂ ̵̩͔̀̌͋s̷̨̲̙̃o̵̧̗̗͛ ̵͒͜c̵͓̥̍ỏ̵͙͓̪͂̉l̸͎̖̱̾͝d̵̡͇̉.

“1…”

Thank you for everything. H̵͍̙͉͐e̴͉͖̔̔͂l̵̬̥̰͐̚p̴͔̣̓̎͆ ̶̨̍̐̈́m̶̙̤͕͊̍̋e̷̡̪̺͐̂.̸̱̟̈́̓

“Detonating.”

You screamed.

They didn’t learn about it until the morning. The whole country knew. Soon, the whole world.

The apartment building had exploded in a fiery haze, collapsing one half of the building into the inferno. It was attended by every fire station in the city. There were four dead, twelve injured and two in critical condition, at that moment. The source of the blast was floor fourteen. Your apartment. That’s what they knew. That’s what was reported by every news broadcaster in the city.

You were dead.

That’s what they knew.

Seven found out first. The alarms rang out during the countdowns. His fingers flew across the keys at a speed he didn’t know he could reach. It was too late. The continuous clicking came to an abrupt halt. He wasn’t fast enough. His heart pounded in his ears and he felt faint. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Pain welled up in his throat and tears drenched his skin. Seven couldn’t do anything. He had made that bomb. He wasn’t skilled enough to turn it off. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save- he couldn’t- he- save- you…

V was there. Seven had called him as the first countdown began. V, in the area at the time, rushed there only to arrive and watch everything collapse. He watched the fire erupt from the rubble, felt the heat on his entire body. He suffered the shockwave in his chest. The blaze of failure rivalled that of the flames before him. His heart clenched. He had failed yet another person he held dear. V froze in front of the mayhem.

The police asked him many questions; Where was he before the explosion? Did he know how it happened? Did he know anyone in the building? Did he live there? Did he have anywhere to go, anyone to call? V let them check his emergency contacts. Jumin was called.

Jumin arrived on the scene not even twenty minutes later to pick up V. He stepped out of the car, emotionless. The police filled him in. There was no body to be found, however, earwitnesses had overheard a scuffle and shouting moments prior, indicating there was someone else in the apartment. That’s what they knew. Jumin couldn’t feel anything. He comforted V regardless of the growing ache in his chest. He stepped to the side to call Jaehee. He could only manage the address and the words: “It’s MC, come immediately.” In too much shock, Jumin only found himself hugging V tighter.

She pulled up very soon after. “Mr Han…” She didn’t even have to ask. The flames had subsided and were replaced by a heavy sorrow hung which in the air. The sun peaked over the buildings, covered substantially by smoke. Above that, the pink sky glittered with the last remaining stars. Jaehee glanced up. She didn’t know what came over her but she found herself scowling at the sky. You’d loved it. You’d loved the feeling of freedom it gave. You’d loved the colours, how they spread across the sky as though it was a canvas and the sun was the artist. Now it glimmered with a hope that she didn’t know if she would ever get to experience again. Jaehee shook her head and looked back down. She had to make you proud. She had so much work to do.

Zen overheard it only after he’d left his house. It was in shop TVs, the people in the park were whispering about it, even his fellow actors. People he passed gave him pitiful looks and he hated it. Zen couldn’t bear to log into the messenger. He didn’t want to know that he could’ve helped you; that he could’ve made sure you weren’t alone. He didn’t want to think about it. It was too quiet during his rehearsals. His director sent him home early. As he rode home, the wind tore at his jacket and tugged on his hair. It was too cold. Yoosung called him soon after he made it home, in hysterics. Zen agreed to meet up.

They met at Yoosung’s place. Zen knew Yoosung wouldn’t be able to go anywhere else. He was distraught. His tears stained through his shirt. His friends were telling the school that he wouldn’t be in. Yoosung felt so, so, so very alone. You two were close for the fleeting moments you knew each other. First Rika, now you? His heart couldn’t take it. His mind was racing. Was it him? Was he a bad-luck charm? Was it his fault? Why did you have to leave him? Why now? Why? Why?! His thoughts cluttered, his emotions in pandemonium. He could do nothing but cry and hold onto Zen. Yoosung didn’t want to be alone. You made him feel less lonely. 

You made them all feel cherished. Feel wanted, feel heard, feel loved. But you were gone.

That’s what they knew.

Whoo boy did i make myself sad or what

I promise I’ll write more. And I’m not just saying that this time. I promise.

anyway, hope this is what you want! Just tell me if you’re unsatisfied and ill rewrite! <3