Hi! First off, I want to say that I like your take on the situations and your writing. Could I perhaps request something? It has to do with the end of Jumin's 10th day. When V comes and picks us up he says that we'll be safe at the apartment. Could you perhaps write how the RFA + V would feel if MC was kidnapped by Unknown after she got to the apartment? It's very angsty, but oh well. If you can't write it then that's fine. Thanks!
This is an interesting request! I don’t think I’ve really written much angst since I got to this blog… (well. Granted, it’s only been 2 weeks.) I’d like to write more angst—send in asks, guys, haha! Let me practise and get better for you all <3
By the way, I love how you refer to MC as “us”!! Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations ^~^”
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“Thanks for bringing me back, V!” you bid him goodbye, and walked off into the apartment. Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. You hadn’t lived in this apartment very long, and you’d only been gone for a few days, but you already felt attached to this place.
The lights flickered on, and you smiled at the familiar sight of the living room. It was just as you had left i- huh?
The light switched off, and you freaked out a bit as it became pitch black.
Using your phone’s flashlight, you searched for the light switch, hoping it would work properly. Could the light bulb have gone out in the few days you’d been away?
To your relief, the lights turned back on, and you sighed. You would have had to change the light in the dark, otherwise.
But when you turned around, your relief was cut short.
A masked person with bleached hair stood in front of you, dressed in black, leather clothing. He had a tattoo on his arm, and teal eyes that stared right back at you.
“Wel – come home!” he greeted you mockingly in a creepy tone. “Too bad you’ll be leaving again. You must be tired, hm?”
No. No. V had said you would be safe.
“I need you to swear to me. Considering all the secrets you know, is MC safe?” Jumin demanded, a concerned undertone in his voice. It was clear that he was already close to giving in to V’s request, but he was still reluctant in letting you go.
“Swear…” V replied tiredly.
“I tend to believe numbers more than words, but if you are sincere, I’ll believe you.”
“Alright. I swear that MC will be absolutely safe on my life. Is that enough?” V had said.
V had promised you’d be safe. HE SWORE YOU’D BE SAFE. So why? Who was this man in your apartment? Why was he waiting for you? What did he want?
A blurry of thoughts passed through your mind. But none of these questions would be answered. You were knocked out, and soon met darkness. Betrayal was the last emotion you felt before everything faded to black.
- V had lied. Again.
- It was the second time he’d lost someone, and
both times it was because V was careless.
- You had gone missing, and even when Yoosung
begged and begged Seven, you could not be found. Seven really did try to find
you, but all traces of your disappearance had been skillfully erased
- Yoosung snapped.
- He screamed at V, pushing and shoving him to
- “WHY MUST I LOSE EVERYONE WHO BECOMES IMPORTANT
TO ME BECAUSE OF YOU? First Rika… Now MC… SHE TRUSTED US. IT WAS YOU WHO LET
HER JOIN THE RFA. IT WAS YOU WHO SAID IT WAS SAFE. YOU SAID IT WAS SAFE FOR HER
TO GO HOME! YOU SWORE WITH YOUR LIFE, V, YOU SWORE!”
- Yoosung was a mess at this point, sobbing into
his knees. He had his hands on his head, looking as betrayed as he felt.
- His voice quieted down to a whimper, “You swore
with your life, V. So why are you still here?” He laughed humourlessly, eyes
glazed over coldly.
- “You lied, V,” he choked on his tears, “You lied, again.”
- He tried to stay optimistic, he really did.
- “Seven, you can hack into anything, right?
You’ve infiltrated countries, this should be a piece of cake, right?”
- But he couldn’t hide the fact that he was only
desperately holding on.
- He’s an actor, so he should have been able to
act like he was okay. He should’ve been able to act like this didn’t affect
him. But it did.
- You had always been so supportive of his acting
career, despite hardly knowing him. He’d genuinely felt a connection with you.
And he respected you for being able to tolerate Jumin Han, the man he despised.
And now you had been kidnapped.
- Your disappearance hit him so hard, he got
drunk every night, and he was so hungover in the mornings, he couldn’t even go to rehearsals.
- He went for long, LONG rides on his motorcycle.
He couldn’t sleep.
- He hadn’t even known you for that long, but it
just hit him so hard.
- Why did good
people like you have to suffer bad experiences?
- He just couldn’t understand.
- You know, she had been working under Jumin for
so long, she had become unable to express herself and her own desires. Her
first priority had always been her work, and she was generally emotionless and
went along with her orders.
- Until you
had come along.
- You had really talked to her. Not formal
business talk, or careless small talk, but you had REALLY talked to her. You had listened to her.
- Jaehee had always had to listen to Jumin,
listen to her boss, listen to orders, listen to her colleagues making fun of
her for being so busy, listen to Seven’s bullshit… It had always been her who
listened to others. But not you.
- YOU asked for her opinions, and you would agree
with her at times. You really took an interest in her interests and hobbies,
like her coffee and watching Zen’s plays. You… you had been her friend.
- And she’d already lost you.
- She still had to go to work, and she was just
as efficient, but if someone really paid attention, one would find a tired
Jaehee burying her face into her hands in stress every now and then. Aha. Not
that anyone would pay attention now. You had been the only person who seemed to
care, and you were already gone.
(I wasn’t sure how to write this, since I didn’t know if he should be aware of Mint Eye or not… I decided against it. It can be requested though..)
- He blamed himself more than anyone else could.
- You had trusted him and his words, and he had completely
betrayed your trust.
- He had never wanted you to be in danger. God,
no. You were innocent in the entire situation. You had been dragged into this
all because of him. All because he had agreed to let you join the RFA.
- You could’ve been safe at Jumin’s apartment. So
what if Jumin was a little possessive? Your safety would’ve been guaranteed.
There were bodyguards to protect you there, and there would definitely be more
evidence to work with.
- V had been the last person to see you, as he
had been the one to drop you off at the apartment. He should’ve walked inside
with you. He should’ve checked the apartment before he left.
- Instead, he’d pushed all responsibility to
Seven, foolishly believing that Seven would be able to watch after her from the
- V hated himself for letting you down. For letting everyone down.
- He had trusted V.
- V had never, ever lied to him, and he was fully
aware that V was a kind man, and had no bad intentions.
- So when V had sworn that you would be safe at
the apartment, Jumin let you go.
- … He should’ve trusted his own instincts.
- But he didn’t blame V.
- All these years, V had remained by his side,
through thick and thin. V had always been more considerate of others than
himself, and Jumin felt that he was a good friend. His best friend, even.
- On one hand, he knew that it wasn’t V’s fault.
How could it have been predicted that you would be kidnapped? On the other
hand, shouldn’t V have checked more carefully that it was safe for you to
return to the apartment?
- Jumin buried himself in work, silently taking
on difficult tasks in a large quantity. He didn’t want to think about it. He
didn’t want to doubt V. He didn’t want to worry about you. He just didn’t want
to feel, and he didn’t want to think.
- But every day he got home, he was reminded of
- The clothes he had bought for you that you left
behind… the laundry that you forgot to wash… the dishes you had used… the way
you had played with Elizabeth the 3rd… the way you had laid down
comfortably on the couch…
- He kept your bedroom the way you had left it,
locking it shut. When he’d seen a maid trying to open the door one morning, he
ended up snapping at her, “DON’T TOUCH IT. Don’t even taint the doorknob with
your filthy hands, goddammit! Get away from the door. GET OUT!”
- Some nights, he gave into his emotions,
drunkenly calling RFA members and
begging them to return you to him. To stop hiding you. To stop pretending
you were missing.
- He wished it was pretend.
- Even Zen felt tears brim in his eyes when he
heard the broken tone and tears in Jumin’s voice.
- He missed you.
- They all missed you.
- He couldn’t even be bothered to continue his
cheery, annoying act after you disappeared.
- He turned away all of Vanderwood’s missions,
ignoring it completely.
- Instead, Seven spent hours upon hours, days
upon days locked up in his room, searching every tenth of a millisecond of the
security camera’s feed. He kept trying to find clues of your kidnapping. He
hacked into the city’s cameras to find the car you were in, but to no avail, there was nothing.
- Seven lost his appetite for even Honey Buddha
Chips, throwing it up when he tried to force them in his mouth. He was living
on purely Dr. Pepper now, and god knows when he’ll get tired of that, too.
- Seven was simply devastated.
- He felt responsible for your disappearance. He
should’ve been more careful.
- He could’ve attached a GPS to your body, not
just your phone. He could’ve installed more security cameras, even if it
invaded your privacy. Security > privacy. He could’ve gone to your apartment
to protect you, instead of cowardly hiding behind the screens.
- But didn’t.
- It was too late.
- He could never protect anyone. Not his mother,
not his twin brother, not you.
- He was useless. Absolutely useless.