“Juuuuumiiiiiin~!♡” You muse as you skip into his office happily.
The raven-haired man hears your voice, but he continues typing.
“Ah. It’s you, (Y/n). Good afternoon.” He greets you, a calmness in his ocean deep voice.
“Oí, Look at me~!” You pout.
“Hm? What is i–”
He pauses as his eyes look over to you. He sees the adorable outfit you chose to wear: a short, lacy midnight purple lolita dress decorated with white ribbon and black wedge heels with violet bows above the toe. His cheeks slightly tinge into a pink hue and he finds himself inaudibly gasping in awe.
“Wow… Is that all for me?”
“Hehe, yes!” You chirp.
“It suits you well.” He says with a little smile. “What’s the occasion?”
“You mean you don’t know?! Are you really that forgetful???”
“Forgetful about what?” He inquires, raising an eyebrow. “What’s today?”
“Oh, let’s just say it’s a special day. For a special someone~?”
“Oh?” He frowns. “And who is that ‘special someone’? Is he better than me?”
You mentally facepalm.
“No, silly! It’s YOUR special day! Jumin… Today’s your birthday!!”
Jumin blinks incredulously.
He just nods and goes back to typing up the documents.
“Eh? Don’t you wanna celebrate?” You question wonderously.
“I don’t see the point. It’s just like any normal day.”
“Let’s not discuss this any further.”
He prints the documents and puts them in a folder.
“I have an important meeting to go to, so have Assistant Kang escort you out. I’ll see you at home.”
He leaves the office, just like that.
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Jaehee is about to enter the office, but sees you’re there.
“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?”
“Jaehee… I came to see Jumin for his birthday, but he doesn’t wanna celebrate it! I just don’t understand…”
Jaehee nods and pushes up her spectacles.
“I think I see what the issue is.” She speaks. “You see, Mr. Han has had a history of birthdays not worth commemorating. The Chairman was either never around to celebrate or too caught up with women to acknowledge it…”
“So it’s understandable if he’s being rather cold about it.”
You suddenly get an idea.
“I got it!” You exclaim, pumping your fist and startling Jaehee.
“I’ll just have to make this the best birthday he’s had yet! Jaehee, send a message to the others and have them meet at my place in an hour.”
“An hour?” She asks incredulously, putting emphasis on ‘hour’. “I’m not sure if they’ll respond right away, but I’ll try.”
“Great! See you there~!”
You hum happily on your way to devise your plan to make his day. After all, you are the RFA party host.
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At night fall, Jumin dismisses himself from the office and has Driver Kim take him home in the limousine. He looks at the time on his expensive watch: 11:27 pm
I suppose (Y/n) is asleep by now. It is kind of late. I wonder… what she was up to this whole time.
“We’re here, sir.” Driver Kim says.
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Yoosung hears the sound of tires rolling across fresh gravel. He peeks out the window to see Jumin getting out of the limo.
“He’s here!” Yoosung announces.
“Really?!” You shout, your heart skipping a beat. “Places, everyone! Seven, kill the lights!”
Seven picks up Elizabeth 3rd and scampers to turn off the lights.
“AAAA-CHOO! Seven! I told you to put that damn cat down!” Zen shrieked, sniffling.
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Jumin unlocks the door with the spare key in his pocket. He opens the door.
“I’m home, (Y/n). Elizabeth 3rd.” He calls out. “Are you awake?”
He can’t see anything in the pitch dark. He tries to squint for the light switch.
He flicks on the light, and….
*noise makers* *poppers*
Jumin blinks, his eyes wide.
“Wha…. What’s all this?”
Balloons and confetti are everywhere, There’s a triple-decker fondant cake in the middle, and all of the RFA members are present.
You jump from where you are into Jumin’s arms and embrace him.
“Happy Birthday, Jumin~!”
He feels his heart flutter.
“(Y/n).” He tries to be stern, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I told you I didn’t want to make a big deal out of today.”
“But I did!” You retort, biting the inside of your cheek.
“We all did! ^^” Yoosung agrees.
“C'mon, Mr. GrumpyPants. Join the party~” Zen chuckles.
“It’s alright, Mr. Han.” Jaehee assures. “We wanted to do this for you.”
“Assistant Kang. You were in on this, too?”
“Of course. But (Y/n) planned all of this. We joined in because we want you to have a great birthday.”
He looks at you.
“You deserve the best, Jumin.” You say with a smile. “Because we care about you. RFA loves you. I love you.”
“… No homo from me.” Zen whispers, followed by Yoosung elbowing his arm.
Jumin’s eyes become glassy and a small smile forms on his face. He embraces you and kisses your lips.
“(Y/n)… Thank you.”
He looks at the other smiling members.
“… Thank you all.”
Jaehee blinks and looks around.
“Hm? Where did Luciel go?”
“Yeah…” Yoosung says. “Seven was just here…”
“DA DADADA DA DA DA DAAAAAA!!” Seven makes an imaginary fanfare with his voice. “Introducing the Guest of Honor… Elizabeth Nyan~!”
He appears from the other room with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms. She seems to be wearing a Nyan Cat cosplay costume, and the look on her furry face is not pleased.
“What have you done to my Elizabeth?” Jumin inquires, his tone laced in venom. “And why is she wearing a ridiculous PopTart costume?”
“Hehe, isn’t Elly cute~?”
Jumin lunges forward and Seven screams, making a run for it with the now frightened cat in his arms.
“When I’m through with you I’m filing a restraining order!”
After Jumin kicks Seven’s ass, you all enjoy the party and everyone, including Jumin, has a great time.
She was done. She couldn’t take it anymore. In the
brightness of sunlight, Ballora could make out foggy shapes, figures, and where
to move and not move to avoid bumping into things. She was scared of what may happen
if she were caught but… she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t wait on Baby’s
‘plan’, even if she did trust the giant doll. She danced for the show, near the
edge of the stage, getting applause for the balance she had right on the
corner. With a pause, she looked for a
gap in the crowd, and twiled back some, using the gap in the people as her
spot. She paused, taking a graceful bow, before doings some tip-toe steps and
leaping from the stage, landing gracefully amongst the crowd. There was
applause as she continued to dance to the music,
weaving among people without even letting her jutting out tutu touch anyone. At
the edge of the crowd she spun, then bowed. Everyone clapped, while her world
stopped spinning, she stayed low, a smile upon her face.
That had been quite a performance, even for
her and all the alterations she’d been through to make her beyond good in her
art. Even with what it had been turned into, Ballora refused to let them take
her art away, to take away the dance that kept her sane. As the applause died,
the song fading, she stood up straight, naturally still on her toes. With a
casual glance around, she suddenly turned and… ran. For a while she seemed to
be dancing still, her toes bent down as she moved, but as she moved on, her
feet flattened out and she ran. She avoided running into anything, but she had
no idea where she was going.
She could barely see. She topped a hill,
risking a glance back. She saw shapes coming towards her, and with a jolt kept
moving. She was thankful for the alterations she had- they gave her speed and
stamina she’d never have known before. At the same time, she wouldn’t be in this
situations without them. Up ahead she saw a change in color, and her ears
picked up voices. Perhaps she could lose her pursuers there- it wasn’t eh same
voices she’d fled from. She couldn’t hear any music, or Baby’s voice. Even as
she came towards the town, her heart shrank in fear.
Did she even look normal enough to blend
in? she was in costume, and wasn’t much shorter then Baby anymore…
It was better chance then nothing. She was
unaware of the stares, of the odd dress everyone had, as she weaved through the
crowd without touching a soul. There was a colorful building she made her way
to, and without hardly a thought she tried the door, opening it and ducking
inside the building. She kept a hand on the wall as she slid to the side of the
door, looking around confusedly.
It was much darker in here, she couldn’t
make out any shapes. Her eyes couldn’t adjust fast enough, so she just hoped
there weren’t many people here. She closed
her eyes, the purple eyelids covering her bright green, nearly yellow, eyes as
she slowly scooted herself towards a corner. After a moment of standing there,
her eyes opened again, having adjusted to the darker area enough to make out the
vague colors that confused her fuzzy vision. Her bluish brows creased confused
and worried, and she didn’t dare move from where she was. Her breath was rapid
and she tried to calm down.
Wishing the Finale’s were still like this tbh. It’s now the same every single year: Lead out in two spirit lines, turn to face the crowd, dance, look happy, move to the back of the catwalk, performers come out and bow, everyone exits toe catwalk.