A Continuation Lol

Day 9 :")

Ehe-

I have mixed feeling about this, it looked better as a sketch 💧👄💧

Anyway, ugh just imagine dance and twirling and falling in victor's arms sjdhdjdufj cries in single

Btw this is my oc Isabel that I ship with vic sometimes. Maybe I should do some introduction about her and draw her with vic more often

Day thirteen/ trauma

This prompt is emotional and welp,

I don't do emotions :)))

Good idk how to do these :(

The orginal

(13/10/2020)

Day 20 :D

Victor with a bass 😳

I'm ready to like this kind of music just for him 😩

I'm not so good at words (which makes you the more amazing to be able to describe emotions so good) so I hope I don't look insincere qwq

I'M FEELING MANY THINGS RIGHT NOW QAQ

Congratulations on completing danger! I'm so honoured to read such an amazing fanfic and I'm so thankful for the mention qwq😳💖💞

I like how they both grew without relying on the other. How you are able to describe every single emotion they felt. Every single detail in the whole story.

I love subin and menji. And I also love kitae's character. They all have good hearts, but each has their own ways to express that.

I love how MC new she shouldn't stay with jumin when he was treating her like that qwq.

I JUST FRIGGIN LOVE EVERYTHING YOU WROTE AJSHSISJJAJDJ💖💓💗💖💞💖💕

Honestly, for real, danger is one of my favourite fanfictions of all time 😳💕💕💕

I've always liked how you always keep Jumin in character (like eggu, you are from a completely different planet *kneels*). There is not a single time I read something you wrote and a character was ooc uwu.

Bless you for these writings 🥺💜💜

danger ch 10 ~end~

here we go! the end of danger. it’s not quite bittersweet for me as i know there are more side chapters coming (including an epilogue of sorts, though this provides a definite ending to the series). but it’s amazing to have done this. this ended up being only 25k words (although only like 30 words under 26k) which isn’t that long for many writers but for me it is. it represents a sixth of everything i’ve written since starting this blog.

anyways. there are parts here that were left out and that particularly annoys me. i wasn’t able to resolve kitae’s story at all but it simply didn’t fit in the chapter. it likely won’t be explored in the side chapters either as that scene would have been between just kitae and mc. the other glaring part is still the aftermath of mc’s trauma but i have plans to address that in a side chapter. when i had it in there, it felt clunky and forced so i made the ultimate decision to remove it. however, as it is a central theme here i wanted to speak on it in case readers don’t read the side chapters. it contains spoilers though so i will include it under the read more at the bottom of the fic.

and i want to dedicate this chapter to @banenaz for their constant support and for providing the first instance of art for me from my writing. please go give love and enjoy young-mafia!jumin here! this actually makes me want to explore younger mafia!jumin prior to his current state in danger lol.

THANK YOU to all who joined me on this, read this, and commented or liked or kudos’d. as a short story writer, this was a huge undertaking and became a big part of me. i’m glad to be done, to be able to move on to other works that need the love. but i am so grateful to all who read this, whether they liked it or not. i’ve learned a lot since starting this and i think i’ve gained some confidence that i might not be forever shackled to short pieces. that maybe someday i can actually write a proper story that’s not a single moment, a self-contained instance in a greater world.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4  | part 5 | part 6 |   part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | chapter 10

danger: side part 1 |

this is based off an au by @potamikou in which jumin is a mafia boss (because he looks like one in his good ending lol). please go see the original comic on potamikou’s page. link: http://potamikou.tumblr.com/post/177408723273/weekend-draws-ive-always-wanted-to-draw-jumin-in

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We now have enough prompts.

I'm gonna post them soon :)

So... since october is next month I was wondering if anyone would be interested in an mlqc-tober thingy?

Like writing or drawing or anything you want.

This way we could make the fandom more lively and have more content.

If anyone is interested or has some prompts in mind feel free to dm me or drop a comment.

Day twenty/ games

Lmao someone has probably done this before

Welp, here ya go

(20/10/2020)

In Which Victor Pushes His Limits

Victor hadn't been himself lately. The girl sighed and stared at the unread message on her phone, wondering what had gotten Victor so busy that he hadn't even opened her messages in two days. Discomfort settled into the pit of her stomach. Victor, where are you this time?

By the time the work day had ended, her mind was made up. The girl gathered up her things and stepped out of the office, nearly running into Willow. "Oh hey, boss! Do you want to go out with us tonight? We thought it would be fun to celebrate how successful the last pilot was!" A loud murmur of agreement and a few cheers echoed through the office, but the girl shook her head.

"Not this time, guys. But you all go and have fun, okay? I've got plans tonight." She waved off the boos and complaints, a chuckle on her lips. "Now don't be like that! I'll celebrate with everyone next time." She slipped out of the office, dodging the playfully thrown wadded up scratch paper and complaints tossed her way.

Outside she wrapped her coat more tightly around her and turned her collar up against the wind. Leaves fluttered by, pulled from the trees by the mischievous breeze. The sun was setting and cast pastels across the sky while lengthening the shadows on the ground. She pulled her phone from her pocket, frowning at the lack of messages before opening the app to summon a taxi. Deep in her heart she hoped to see Victor's car waiting at the curb, but there was no sign of the familiar black Royce.

One quick cab ride later, the girl stood outside Victor's door. The familiarity of it filled her soul with light as she tapped softly at the door. "Victor?" she called out, knocking a little more firmly. The door swung inwardly under her hand and she paused for a moment, knowing in her heart that Victor wouldn't leave his door hanging open.

Of course her creative mind immediately began churning out scenarios. Had his home been broken into? Had he been robbed? Was he… She didn't want her mind to finish that sentence, though a large stone dropped into her stomach as she imagined (against her will) finding Victor in a puddle of his own blood.

Such thoughts caused her to creep carefully inside, calling on all her powers of sneakiness to enter without alerting any residual "bad guys." The well-oiled door made no sound as she closed it behind her and slipped out of her shoes, not bothering to put on the slippers he specifically kept for her at the entryway.

Her stocking feet also produced no noise. The girl ducked down and peeked cautiously around each corner, somehow expecting a spray of red to greet her. However, only marble and meticulously white furniture greeted her coming.

So where was Victor? With the living room completely and thoroughly examined, the girl turned to Victor's bedroom. Her cheeks flushed a little at the thought of sneaking into his private chambers where he might be sleeping (or worse,) but the nagging feeling in the back of her mind drove her through the doorway.

The dark form of a man sat on the bed facing the window, the light filtering in making him little more than a dark shadow. The girl froze, her head tilted slightly as she tried to figure out if the person was Victor or an intruder. The form moved slightly back and forth as if panting, completely unaware of the presence of the girl.

Gathering her courage, the girl crept into the bedroom as silently and low to the ground as she could get. She reached out across the bed, eyebrows narrowed. "Victor?" she asked as her hand grabbed his shoulder.

The moment her hand touched the form, she found the world going completely black around her. Dizziness overcame her and her eyes closed, her senses dulling until she completely lost consciousness.

~~

"Dummy, what have you done?! How did you-"

Victor's concerned voice brought the girl back to consciousness and a smile to her face. "You're safe," she muttered, sitting up and finding herself on Victor's bed. Her cheeks lit crimson and she jumped to her feet with a soft squeak.

His delicate hand brushed the hair from her eyes and pulled her close to him. "Thank everything you're alright," he whispered, his face buried in her hair. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist and for a moment she was incredibly confused.

"Victor, why are you being all weird? Is it because I fainted? I probably just need to eat or something. I really am fine." The girl pushed back a little and leaned away from Victor, caught off guard to see glistening beads of sweat gathered on his face. Though his expression was as sharp as ever, his eyes hinted at an agony only he could understand. "Are you alright?"

Victor brushed off the question, releasing his death grip and taking her hand instead. "I'm fine. We just-"

"Dad!"

The shout from the other room stopped Victor in his tracks. His eyes widened and he stared at the door, concern encompassing his features. He and the girl didn't have any time to discuss the situation; within moments of hearing the voice, a small and oddly familiar dark-haired boy burst into the room. He flung himself at the girl and wrapped his little arms around her legs, burying his sweet face in her knees. "Mom!" he cried, looking up with tears running down his face. "Chloe ate the rest of the pudding in the fridge that Dad said I could have!!"

Another small voice from the doorway called out, "No I didn't!! Little Vic is lying!! I bet mommy ate it!" A little girl with light brown hair and chubby baby cheeks barrelled into the room, climbing up into the bed. She was quite short and her little legs kicked frantically in the air as her little arms pulled her body onto the duvet. Upon managing to get herself situated, Chloe crossed her arms and glared at her brother. "He's just trying to get me in trouble again!"

So filled with confusion was the girl that she simply stood like a statue, staring into the little eyes that resembled the ones she knew so well. Could it be?...

"Stop squabbling! I will make a new pudding, just go play. Your mother and I are busy at the moment." Victor's authoritative voice snapped the children to sharp attention, bright smiles adorning their rosy cheeks. With a chorus of "okay!" And "I get a bigger piece this time!" the youngsters scampered back out the door, slamming it behind them.

Victor scowled and turned to the girl, opening his mouth to speak but instead taking in a small gasp of air. He doubled over and leaned on the bed for support. The girl panicked and cupped his cheek with her hand. "Victor, are you alright? What is going on?"

It took a few deep, slow breaths before Victor straightened, the beads of sweat on his forehead gathering and running down his face. The girl snatched a handkerchief from their place in the drawer and tenderly dabbed away the sweat, her eyes focused intently on his.

Those dark eyes swirled with anger and frustration, though a tinge of tenderness softened them around the edges. “You dummy, I’m fine. And I have no idea how you managed to follow me through time, but we have to be incredibly careful. There’s no way to tell how this affects the timeline…what a mess you’ve made.”

“A mess I’ve made?! You are the one who disappeared for days and then scared me half to death lurking in the dark like a burglar!”

The outburst was so completely unexpected that Victor couldn’t help a soft laugh from escaping his lips. “You thought I was a burglar? When we get home, you need to get your eyes checked. Come on, let’s get back.” Victor grabbed the girl’s hand and activated his Evol.

Or at least, he tried to. After a moment of standing completely still, Victor frowned and looked around the room. Nothing had visibly changed, but the biggest tell was the searing, ripping pain in his chest that threatened to rend him in two. The girl turned her bright eyes on him and Victor shrugged, letting go of her hand. “I just need to rest for a while. Apparently dragging you with me exhausted my Evol.

“So what are we going to do?” The girl sat down on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at the doorway. “What happens if…if we come home? Where are we, anyway?”

Victor sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know where we are in this timeline. But for now, all we can do is act normally. Just…go play with our children and I’ll make the pudding I promised them while I recover. If we start getting closer to one another, I’ll know it.” He gestured toward the door, but the girl was completely lost in his words. Our children. Somehow this managed to be simultaneously the strangest and most natural phrase that Victor had ever uttered.

Though it took a moment, the girl eventually pulled herself together and a wide grin crossed her face. Our children. Her heart burst with joy and pulled her toward the door, eager to see those little cherub faces again. No sooner had it opened than Little Vic fell against the girl’s leg. “Were you listening at the door, you naughty little thing?” she teased, picking him up and cuddling him in her arms. The small boy squirmed and kicked, trying to push his mother away. “Come on, let’s go get Chloe and play a game while your daddy makes dessert.”

She set him down and Little Vic disappeared into the depths of the house. Cheerful laughter bubbled up from the depths of her belly like a spring and she followed him, eyes wide with wonder at the small changes to Victor’s home. Photographs of their wedding, the births of their children, and various other milestones graced the usually-empty fireplace. Little socks, toys, and brightly colored dishes hid in corners and cabinets like pockets of sunshine.

Alone for a moment, Victor again leaned against the bed and breathed through another round of searing, white-hot pain as it ripped like lightning through his veins. “How did this happen,” he muttered, eyes squinted closed and his breath coming raggedly. “I didn’t even know I could do that…” When the wave passed, Victor wiped his forehead with the handkerchief and straightened his clothing before walking out into the living room and turning toward the kitchen.

The girl had already set up some sort of brightly colored board game on the table by the time Victor emerged. The children were pressed against her sides, eyes glittering and their soprano voices filling the room with warmth and light. Victor’s own eyes lit up and his lips curled up into a smile as he watched his little family interact. Someday, this will be real. I swear it.

Soon the sweet scent of caramel floated through the air and Victor emerged from the kitchen to join the others. “We have to wait for it to cool,” he warned, spurring whines and cries of disappointment from the littles. “Don’t complain or I won’t let you have any until tomorrow!”

The frowns and murmuring abruptly ceased as Victor sat on the couch, looking at the board game. Little Chloe tugged on his pant leg and looked up at him with sticky cheeks. “Up, papa,” she requested, lifting her arms up into the air. That look on her face…it was the same one that her mother used which always melted his heart. He had no choice, obviously, but to pick up the little girl and set him on her lap. She cuddled right in, wrapping her tiny arms around his bicep and rubbing her face on his shirt. “I love you, papa.”

If Victor thought he had felt love before, in that moment he was convinced that it had all been a sham. His heart threatened to burst through his rib cage and his eyes mysteriously misted over. “I love you too, little terror,” he replied, his voice barely managing to come out as a whisper. A little louder he cleared his throat and gestured to the board. “Is no one going to explain what we’re playing?”

“Chutes and ladders, papa,” Little Vic replied, waving a game piece at Victor. “You get to be the pink one!” The young boy placed the marker on the board and handed him the dice, his expression so incredibly familiar in its solemnity. “You should take five turns so you’ll be caught up with the rest of us.”

“Very generous of you,” Victor teased, ruffling his son’s hair and rolling the dice. Little Vic carefully counted out the turns and moved the game piece, happy to be in charge of the operation. That’s definitely my son, he chuckled inwardly as his final roll was completed. “Alright, now whose turn is it?”

The evening absolutely flew by, and before everyone knew it the clock was striking eight. Chloe had long since fallen asleep in Victor’s lap, her tiny hand grasping the buttons of his shirt. Little Vic wasn’t far behind; he sat on the couch next to the girl, leaning on her arm and staring blankly at the movie playing on the television. “I think the pudding should be done. Should we have a little before bed?”

Little Vic perked up immediately and nodded, hurrying to sit in one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter. Victor shifted Chloe to hold her against him with one arm and stood, taking a moment to steady himself before following his son to the kitchen. Back on the couch, the girl watched the receding back of the man she loved more than life itself and couldn’t help a tear from sliding down her cheek. Someday. Someday this will be real.

Soon the littles were enjoying their servings of pudding, while Victor returned to the couch with a bowl for the girl. “Eat up. We’ll go after we put the kids to bed. We are pushing our luck staying this long.” He handed her the little yellow bowl and spoon, kissed her on the top of the head, and returned to the kitchen with the children.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Victor,” the girl whispered as she scooped the cold, fragrant dessert onto her spoon. “You’re the softest father who ever lived.” She giggled and enjoyed her pudding, finishing just as Victor wiped the last of the stickiness from Chloe’s cheeks. She dropped her bowl into the sink and shooed the children down the hallway to the bathroom to brush their teeth, changed them into their pajamas, and tucked them gently into bed. “Goodnight, my precious angels,” she whispered, kissing each of them on the forehead before turning out their lights. Victor lingered in the doorway, his face softer than she had ever seen before. She brushed a lock of hair out of Chloe’s face and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her. “Well…I guess it’s time to go, huh?”

Victor nodded, a soft sigh drifting up from his lungs to linger on his lips. He took the girl’s hand firmly in his own just as an even more intense wave of pain swept over his body. This reality had finally rejected them and they both found themselves knocked into a swift and merciless blackness.

~~

The girl’s eyes were blurry and her consciousness was groggy as she started to wake. She found herself sprawled across Victor’s large and familiar bed with his scent all around her. “What an odd dream,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head softly. Victor lay next to her, still completely unconscious. “What did we even do before bed last night?”

It seemed that the girl’s voice pulled Victor back to his body. He pulled in a deep breath and sat up, leaving a soggy imprint where he had been lying. “Ugh,” he grumbled, hazily unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his chest. It was soaked and clammy from sweat. He dropped it to the floor before turning and finding himself face-to-face with the girl. “Oh good, you’re alright,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his dripping hair into her shirt.

“Of course I am, other than having an incredibly odd but wonderful dream. I dreamed that somehow I traveled to another world with you and got to meet our children! And we played board games and ate pudding. It was beautiful. You’re so sweaty though, Victor. Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve had a terrible fever break.” The girl ran her fingers through his sticky hair and grimaced before wiping the salty dampness left on them across his pillow. “Come on, let’s get you into the shower and I’ll wash the bedding.”

Victor made no move to struggle as the girl slipped her head under his arm and helped him stand up. “I’ll be fine. Must have just caught some sort of bug. You might have to, to have had such a ridiculous dream.” He took a moment to steady himself and slid out of her grip. “I can get in the shower on my own, thank you very much.”

The girl giggled and turned back to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets. “If that’s the way you want it,” she teased, bringing a light pink flush to both of their cheeks. Victor merely grumbled in response and retreated to the bathroom, hurriedly turning on the water to get the salt off his body. As he stood with the warm water rolling down his well-defined muscles, he couldn’t help but contemplate the events he had just experienced.

“It’s worth the pain if every moment could be that beautiful,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the bar of soap from the shelf. “But someday…it won’t have to be painful to have the beauty. Someday…”

Day 6 ùwú

So... they are playing with vic's money, so lucien tried his best cheated to win and now vic has a mental break down cause he is no longer the king of finance uwu

YESS ANGST 😩👌🏻. Reading this in the morning made my day better AAHHSHAAHA >:D

I'm obsessed with juju angst and you did it so well dbdjdjeldvcx

@saeyoungs606 sent a request: "requesting really bad argument hcs for the rfa (aka chaos and pain) ✌"

author's response: oops, accidentally made this between jumin and zen. But I'll probably still make the headcanons just because, feeling quite angsty lately

FANDOM: Mystic Messenger

CHARACTERS: Jumin Han, Zen (Hyun Ryu)

MENTIONS OF: fighting, missing person, built in anger

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: Jaehee Kang, V (Jihyun Kim)

PROOFREAD: negative

WORD COUNT: 1,584

..

"are you being serious right now?!" 

disbelief, that was the only thing that geared his thoughts into oblivion. "Is some ANIMAL really worth more than looking for a MISSING PERSON?!" blood boiling more and more under his skin, he hadn't been more irritated in his actions than today, especially when he could be so careless in a situation like this. Did he really even care for the safety of the ones he's grown up to, the ones he's close with?! Because HELL he chose a damn cat over him

"I have to make sure Elizabeth doesn't run away again. A problem will break loose if I leave that untreated" he sounded stern, he didn't look like he was gonna change his decision either. He sounded like he never cared for him.

"WHO CARES?" The words fell out of zen's mouth without any further thought. He felt malice-- hatred towards him, his anger felt like boiling hot lava melting through his sense of thought, removing any possible thought of staying sane. How could he when the presence of the man he least expected to see first was standing right before him? Eyes glued onto him with no sign or form of emotion? How could his blood not boil when the one he somehow 'cared' for the most out of the entire group was suddenly reported missing? How could he when he CHOSE HIS DAMN CAT OVER A LIVING HUMAN? What was so important about her that made him choose her over him?!

Jaehee's pleads came through one ear and out the other, he didn't give a fuck if he got hundreds of complaints, he didn't care if jumin hated him for the rest of his life, he dealt with the situation with no care whatsoever. A selfish bitch. hell, jumin didn't even answer him, he just stared at him in pure silence. That was enough to give him the answer he seeked for, the answer he wasn't surprised himself.

"you just never cared, did you?"

"excuse m-" 

"YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT JIHYUN, YOU NEVER CARED FOR ANYONE!"

"you're spitting nonsense, you don't even know me" he chuckled at that, why would he even ought to get to know him? Is there even anything to know about him? "You've shown ZERO sympathy over anyone, over rika, over jaehee, over everyone in the RFA, over JIHYUN" jaehee took a step back to this, her front turning around to stare at the modern door in front of her, she didn't protest, she didn't disagree. "ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THAT DAMN CAT, THE CAT THAT'LL ONLY DISAPPEAR" Jumin wanted to step in, he wanted it to stop, he wanted him to shut up--

"DID V REALLY MEAN EVERYTHING TO YOU?"

…

"DID YOUR YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?"

……...

"THE YEARS YOU HAD WITH THE ORGANIZATION! THE YEARS YOU'VE WORKED ALONGSIDE JAEHEE. THE YEARS YOU ARGUED WITH ME"

Secretary Kang..

both of them

..crying

".h..how much of a BITCH ARE YOU GONNA BE TOWARDS EVERYONE?!" the pained laugh he let out after felt like a deep stab onto an open wound, the tension of the room was indescribable, unbearable.

"YOU NEVER SHOWED ANY DECENCY, ANY SYMPATHY! EVERYONE HAS BEEN PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT AND YOU DON'T GET ANY COMPLAINTS AFTERWARDS"

…………..

really?...

"you get away with anything SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU'RE RICH. SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU HAVE A HIGHER RANK TOWARDS EVERYONE!"

…………………..

"YOU...Y-YOU THINK YOU CAN ABUSE YOUR POWER BECAUSE YOU THINK EVERYTHING CAN BE SOLVED WITH MONEY! YOU THINK EVERYONE LOVES YOU ONLY FOR YOUR MONEY!"

shut up..

"JIHYUN SPENT HIS TIME WITH YOU!! A-AND AND ACTUALLY MADE AN EFFORT FOR YOU! H-..HOW DO YOU THINK HE'D FEEL?!"

shut up..

"HOW DO YOU THINK RIKA WOULD FEEL?!"

....please..

"you think everything's about BUSINESS. you think everything's about you you YOU because you're the famous JUMIN HAN, SON OF ONE OF THE MOST SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSMAN IN KOREA. YOU THINK EVERYONE HAS TO BRING EVERYTHING TO YOU ON A SILVER PLATTER!"

"stop"

….

"now you're telling me to stop? Hah... Did you even understand anything I said?!" Zen's voice was hoarse, out of breath. Every word that came out of his mouth were filled with disbelief, the anger he lashed out felt.. relieving. He finally felt the burning flame get smaller, at least for now he can keep himself stable

Jumin..he was stiff, like a tree with no leaves. He stood there like a royal guard in a king's palace, expression unreadable

A part of himself told him to lash out at businessman all over again, not give a fuck if his throat would hurt. But a part of him refuses to believe that his only words for him would be to 'stop'. He wanted to break through the tears that kept pouring from his stinging glare onto the marble flooring they stood upon. He suddenly felt the lump on his throat that had formed during his sudden outburst, the choking feeling left unseen as he tried to balance his vision through the glowing light that made him lightheaded. He wanted his answer, and he wanted him to say it to his face.

"I tried"

..what?

"..I've been trying for months, zen. Months. Months that even LUCIEL is close to giving up on him"

months…

"everywhere. I travelled, hired employees around the world just to find him"

"and till this day I still can't find him"

he didn't know what to say, the next words that he had built up on went crumbling down, stuck in the back of his throat. He wanted to feel sympathy, but his pride was far too much for him to break, he wanted reasons. Reasons for all his careless acts and--

Jumin grabbed onto either side of his shoulders, holding him onto a tight grip that's enough to keep him still "why do you think I barely go active on the messenger? Why do you think secretary kang gets more hours of rest?" his stern voice held a bit of annoyance and frustration onto it, the grip on his shoulders tightening. It felt unbearably painful. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to lash out how he's invading his personal space, how he's hurt enough, how-- "I never indulged myself to express myself freely. That's how I am raised" Zen felt the grip on his shoulders start to shake, get tighter, it hurts--

"In comparison to how he lived his life, no one raised me to be the person you desire. I'm raised through the satisfaction under my father's will to continue the family's business"

his grip got weaker, more bearable. His shock got him frozen to his feet, he didn't know he was breaking a part of him inside. The shell that he had worked so hard in managing. "Jihyun made stupid decisions, his antics led him to where he's at now. Missing.."

"I care for him, I care about the RFA. I care about you"

"I just never knew how to show it"

tears. His glossy eyes giving out and finally letting the faucet loose, only using his grasp on the other's shoulders for leverage. Zen watched the stone cold businessman in front of him completely crumble in silence, the shock and sudden guilt built up inside him as seconds turned into minutes of watching the older finally break his shell

he felt the sudden urge to comfort him. His hand mindlessly travelling to his back, rubbing repetitive circles on his back for comfort, He made no choice in stopping himself, trying to form words on how to lighten the burning atmosphere he caused and escalated

"you know, it's gonna progressively get worse if you continue to bottle it up" he spoke in a more gentle but stern tone, no bark and neither no bite. "replacing all of those with a businessman persona is only gonna make things more toxic, especially to the ones you are closer to"

"I.." Jumin paused before letting out a small sob, zen almost didn't hear it. "I-I've tried.." he paused again. Though zen understood what he was really going through, his impatience was slowly building up. "You don't know how" he continued on for him, ushering the older man onto the modern white sofa that was neatly placed in the center, following a glass coffee table in front of it. Zen contemplated if the decision he was gonna make was a good idea before thinking 'fuck it, he needs it'. "opening up to someone..is…"

He was trying to form words to continue his sentence, noticing Jumin was already recovering from his silent breakdown. "it's letting your mind ramble onto what you're currently thinking of. The things that bothered or hurts you the most"

"it feels like sudden heaviness making you feel like there's extra gravity.. or...something" Jumin hums, indicating that he's listening "and usually just talking it out to someone feels way greater than having to cope with it yourself. Though it does take a lot of trust to open up to someone" Zen let his inner pride crumble, he doubted far too much on jumin, let his anger get the best of him. He was about to apologize when--

"I'm sorry. For acting careless" Jumin apologized.

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you.." Zen apologized, guilt finally seeping through him in a millisecond. He'll learn to never get his doubts get the best of him

as long as jumin learns not to go through things alone

This one is messed a bit because I used a different brand of pens :)

Rip his left eye