Acacia: Blessing, raising of vibration, and protection via spiritual elevation. Agrimony (cocklebur): Helps to overcome fear, dispel negative emotions, and overcome inner blockages. Allspice: Adds strength to will and gives determination and perseverance. Gives added vitality and energy. Also good for social gatherings: increases harmony, sympathy, and cooperation between people and stimulates friendly interaction and conversation. Almond: Attracts money. Promotes alertness and wakefulness. Aloe: Promotes patience, persistence, and resolve. Also inner healing and overcoming blockages. Amber: Mental clarity and focus. Protection from harm, outside influences, and psychic attack. Ambergris: Strengthens the effect of anything it is added to or used with. By itself, gives strength and vitality (substitute: cypress and patchouli mix) Anise: Psychic opening and clairvoyance. Opens third eye. Aids in perception of and connection to the Divine. Aphrodisia: Passion, sexuality, and romance. Apple or Apple Blossom: Promotes peace of mind, contentment, happiness, and success in all undertakings. Apricot: Encourages sexuality and sensual passion. An aphrodisiac. Asafoetida: Protection and banishing negativity. Azalea: Encourages light spirits, happiness, and gaiety. Banana: Helps overcome serious blockages or obstacles. Basil: Promotes sympathy, financial prosperity, peace, and understanding. Helps to avoid arguments and clashes. Bayberry: Good fortune, blessing, and money and prosperity. Bay Leaf (laurel): Protection and purification. Repels negativity. Promotes good fortune, success, and victory. Benzoin: Used for cleansing and purification. Helps to remove blockages. Promotes strength, confidence, and willpower. Strengthens the effect of anything it is added to or used with. Bergamot: Protection and prosperity. Combined with mint to work faster. Birch: Spiritual and psychic opening, connecting with spirit helpers. Promotes balance, harmony, in connection to others. Camphor: Increases one’s persuasiveness and personal influence. Adds strength to any mixture it is a part of. Also used for purification.
You sat alone on the couch, your head in your hands as you buried yourself into your knees, not caring that your footprints would become visible on the couch. The lights were dimmed and the food on the table was chilled and untouched. After Mr. Han’s sudden intrusion you had sent your sister home, apologizing and reassuring her that you would be fine. The moment she left however, so did your smile that you had set perfectly in place.
You understood that Mr.Han was just looking out for Jumin. You desperately tried to justify his actions, to stop the black feelings in your heart from growing. It was like a dark haze that loomed over you, that taunted you and filled you with resentment. Mr. Han wouldn’t even give you a chance. He saw you as a distraction, as someone who would never be…useful.
Were wealth and status really everything? Were they really enough for Mr. Han to be able to denounce his future grandchildren, his own flesh and blood? You loved Jumin with all of your being, and you were ready to withstand anything for him…but could you bring a child into a world where it would only be loathed and hated?
To top everything off, in Mr. Han’s eyes, were you really that awful?
Your heart sinks even further as your thoughts circle in your mind over and over. You want to cry, you really really do.
But you can’t.
Elizabeth the Third rubs against you lovingly, sensing your mood. You let out a sniffle and a pitiful laugh.
“I can’t cry right Elizabeth? If I do, Jumin would notice right away.”
There was no way Jumin could find out that Mr. Han had come to see you. Seeing Jumin argue with his father…you had no desire to see that. Every time they fought over the topic of you, Jumin would return with a painful look in his eyes that he often tried to mask away from you. Mr. Han was all Jumin had, and you were the one who had opened his heart. Choosing between the two of you always hurt him. You could always tell.
You hear a key turning the bolt on the front door, and you jump, startled from the sudden noise in an empty room. Elizabeth the Third leaves your arms to go greet Jumin, however, you stay seated, composing yourself and setting the same smile you had earlier onto your face.
“Welcome home~” You call out happily, the -ome part of the word raising up a few octaves. You rubbed your nose on the inside of your shirt quickly, wincing when Jumin flickered the lights on.
“MC? Why’re you sitting in the dark? Where’s your sister and Akari?” Jumin asked, concern lingering in every syllable.
You let out a small laugh, “ I had a slight headache, so I sent them away. I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to seeing them.”
Jumin takes a seat next to you, tipping your chin up with his fingers to examine your face. “You do seem a little pale. Are you alright my love? I’m sorry I got home so late, there was a situation at the office.”
He kisses your forehead, as if kissing your fake heachache away. Being with him was always so warm. It always made you feel so safe. As if you belonged here.
Belonging here…the thought makes tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you engulf yourself into Jumin’s arms quickly in an attempt to hide them.
Jumin jolts a little, startled. “MC?” He asks quietly, raising an eyebrow at you.
You don’t lift your head from his chest, “I just missed you…”
You feel his chuckle rumble in his chest, and his arms wrap around you and begin to rub small circles into your back.
“I missed you too love. I thought of you every second.” He says, before going on to tell you about his day.
His day. Here you are, wrapped in his arms and his love as he tells you about his day. Jumin smells like fresh lemons and oranges, and as you listen to his soothing voice wash over you, your heart begins to break. How could you ever be apart from him? From this love? From your home?
Jumin stops mid sentence.
“MC…are you crying?” He asks softly, tilting his head down to peer at the top of your head.
Your tears have soaked into his shirt and you shake your head hurriedly.
“It’s nothing! I just…my head…just really hurts.” You lie, more tears spilling from your eyes.
Jumin pulls away from you, before cupping your face in his large hands. “Is that so? Shall we go to the hospital?” He asks worriedly, already rising from the couch.
“N-no! It’s alright! I just need to rest.” You insist, pulling on his arm to stop him from moving away further.
Jumin stays silent for a moment, staring down at you with his dark eyes. The silence continues, tears still in your eyes and him still standing. Jumin’s sigh of defeat breaks the silence, and he squats down to your height on the couch, looking into your eyes.
“Are you sure?” He asks, kissing the corner of your eyes, riding them of your tears.
You give a meek nod, and instantly let out a small shriek when you’re hoisted into the air.
:J-Jumin?” You ask, wiggling in his arms as he makes his way to the bedroom.
“You’re going to rest.” He states, eyes looking straight ahead.
“But I’m not tired.” You state confused, lips slightly pouty.
Jumin halts right when he reaches the bed. His eyes look down at your pouting lips, and he leans forward, nipping them before pulling them away.
He loosens his tie in with his hand as he pulls away, “Who said anything about sleeping? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make your headache disappear.
The next morning you woke up to the sound of a suitcase rolling along the floor. You opened your eyes lazily, your body slightly sore from last night’s activities.
A kiss to your lips.
“Good morning my love.” Jumin’s voice rumbles in your ear.
You sit up, holding the sheets against your chest to clothed your naked figure underneath.
“You’re going already?” You ask.
Jumin gives a nod before kissing you again, “We’ve talked about this many times love. This business trip will be brief, I promise. I told you last week didn’t I?” He whispers against your lips.
This time you lean forward slightly, biting his lower lip gently, drawing a growl from him. “I know, doesn’t mean I like it.” You huff pulling away.
Jumin laughs, taking your hands in his own. “I have to go, my flight leaves fairly soon. I’ll call you the moment I land.” He presses a kiss to your hand, and you wave goodbye as he grabs his suitcase and departs from the room.
You fall back into the bed with a huff. Alone for a week. Urgh.
After getting over yourself, you had gone to take a shower and made breakfast. You served Elizabeth the Third her breakfast, and had even logged into the messenger for a while. You glared at the empty living room of the penthouse. How boring.
Opening your phone once more you dialed you sister, wanting to make up for the drama that had happened last night.
Your call goes straight to voicemail. Weird. Your sister almost always answered your calls. You shrug it off, perhaps she was caught up in one of Akari’s messes again.
You smile softly at that thought.
Rising from the kitchen stool you stretch your back, laughing as you see Elizabeth do the same. It’s already noon, and Jumin has yet to call you. You stifle a yawn before scooping Elizabeth into your arms. Maybe a nap would help pass the time.
A loud blaring sound jolts you awake. When had you dozed off? You groan and turn to the source of the noise. Your cell phone. Your sister’s name flashes brightly across the screen.
You sit, flickering on the lamp by the bedside and looking at the clock. 5:45PM.
You swipe your finger across the screen, bringing it to your ear as you clear your throat.
“Hello?” Your voice comes out groggy.
There’s a cough on the other line. You can hear hecticness on the other line, shouting voices and frantic calls.
“Hello miss? Is this a MC, sister of (Insert name here)” (Names are hard okay)
You freeze. A male voice? Calling from your sister’s number? You feel unease rise to your chest, and you stand from the bed, Elizabeth the Third jumping off with you.
“Yes…I’m her sister. May I ask who’s calling?” You respond. The voice hesitates for a moment.
“Miss…I’m sorry to tell you this, but your sister has passed away.” (I’m sorry it’s cliche but it needs to happen)
Your heart stops cold. Passed away? That…that was impossible. She and Akari had just been here yesterday. There was no way.
“H-how?” You manage to choke out.
There’s sympathy in the man’s voice. “She was involved in an automobile accident. She was killed instantly. I’m sorry for your loss miss.”
Your world comes crashing down. All you had left…gone. Tears began to stream down your face, and your sob into the phone, not caring if the man hears you. Your sister…you had promised to look after her. Promised to take care of her. And yet here you were.
The man is silent for a moment, before continuing, “Miss…your sister’s child, your niece. She’s still alive. We need you to come down to the hospital quickly.”
Those words stop your sobs instantly. Akari. Akari needed you!
“O-of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hang up the phone, rushing to the closet to tug on a coat.
Within moments you’re out the door, hair wild and cell phone pressed against your ear.
“Come on. Pick up Jumin!” You whisper as you bolt down the stairs.
The dial tone blasts into your ears.
You scramble to the front desk of the hospital.
“I’m MC, I got a call regarding my niece. Akari (insert last name here)!”
The nurse stares at you wide eyed, before nodding and picking up the phone sitting on her desk. She says some things you don’t quite understand before her eyes return back to your face.
“Miss I’ve told the doctor that you’ve arrived. Please, have a seat while you wait for him.” She tells you calmly.
With a defeated nod you return to the waiting room, settling down in a chair. You pull your cell phone out from your pocket. No missed calls. Not even a text message.
You dial Jumin’s number again once more, but instead of even ringing, it goes right to voicemail. What was he doing? Frantically you dial him again and again, tears budding at the corners of your eyes before falling onto your phone screen in large thick droplets. Where was he when you needed him?
“Miss MC?” A voice calls out to you.
Your head lifts immediately from your phone screen. A man in a lab coat looks down at you.
“Doctor?” You ask softly, and he gives you a nod.
“Your niece…her condition is not good.” He says calmly to you.
Your heart drops. No. This wasn’t possible. You couldn’t lose Akari too.
You hear him go over the injuries she sustained. But what he says next, stuns you.
“MC. As her mother has passed away, you are her legal guardian now. Akari will need an open heart surgery, but before we can proceed we need to go over some paperwork…as well as cost.”
You stare up at him. “How..how much?”
He looks down at you pitifully. “$800,000 dollars.”
800,000. Where were you going to come up with that much money? You could…you could ask Jumin. But then wouldn’t you be like every other woman that had entered his life?
What were you going to do? Akari’s life was in your hands! How were you going to get that much money in time? Your mind was working into overdrive as tried desperately to come up with an answer.
You could get a loan. But how would you be able to pay it off? You shook your head roughly. No. That didn’t matter right now. You could get a loan, work the rest of your life if you had to, as long as you could save Akari everything would-
“Perhaps I could offer you something.”
You snap your head up at the voice. What? Lifting your eyes from the floor, your heart stopped dead in its tracks.
I feel like this is a little off character??? I dunno, I like it anyway:)))) Enjoy!
School was your nemesis, and if it were alive, you’d be its nemesis. You were on your 3rd year of college and tonight you were struggling to not throw your laptop out the window while writing this god forsaken essay. You would of just given up if you weren’t deathly afraid of getting a horrible grade, so more writing for you!
Sitting up in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, who was currently still at work, you tried to think of a good topic sentence for your last paragraph.You typed slowly, your fingers grazing over each key, as you tried to think of words. Any words. It was already 2 am, and fatigue had been looming over your head like a moth drawn to a flame. You groaned and pressed random letters on the keyboard out of frustration and quickly deleted the mess of letters left in your wake.
The door to your room opened and walked in your boyfriend, Jumin Han. He looked exhausted, a full day at the office will do that. You momentarily look up at him, not wanting to lose the focus you worked so hard to keep.
“Hey.” You mumbled, erasing the sentence you wrote with a groan following.
“Hello, Princess,” He said taking off how tie and placing it on the dresser near the door.
He makes his way to the side of the bed you’re on, puts a finger under your chin and makes you look at him in the eyes.
“What are you writing?” He asks and brushes a lock of hair out of your face.
“An essay on um..” You turn your attention back to the screen quickly,“Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve been working on it all day. It’s such a complex thing and it’s exhausting to explain in detail.” You look at him again. He’s just staring at you.
“You still look absolutely gorgeous when you’re tired.” He whispers and kisses your lips again, pushing you back slightly. You two part and he plants another kiss on your forehead. You turn back to the laptop and resume writing as Jumin takes a pile of clothes to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Jumin emerges from the bathroom wearing…sweatpants? And a t-shirt? The ‘commoner’ ones you got him last month…
You look at him, amazed. Normally, he’d wear some expensive ‘designer’ pajama set that he swore would make him sleep better.
“What’s with the get-up?” You giggle, “Getting tired of being so fancy?” He glances at you with a smirk before tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry basket.
“I was just thinking about how you said they’re comfortable, and I decided to give them a chance.” He said throwing a small smile in your direction.
“And I must admit,” he said as he climbed on the bed, “They are exceptionally comfortable.“ You hum in agreement.
His weight shifts from next to you to behind you and his fingers softly glide up and down your back, sending shivers down your spine. He moved closer to you, his chest flat against your back and his legs wrap around your hips. You can’t help but giggle.
"What is so amusing, kitten?” His head is perched on your shoulder, watching you type.
“You’re wrapped around me like a sloth.” You stifle another giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck, down to your shoulder and back up again.
“Has any sloth you’ve met been as affectionate?” He mumbles into your neck.
“Let me think…” You look around as if you were trying to remember something, “actually, this one sloth-”
His lips are pressed against yours again. Sweet. Soft. Lush.
Hello guys!! Sorry I forgot yoosung in my previous HC so I decided to do a post JUST FOR HIM CAUSE HE IS A PRECIOUS BABY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD
-> MC has a younger better looking sister and that sister (she isn’t a sister anymore :) ) tried hitting on Yoosung <-
• it’s been six months since your first RFA party.
• You and yoosung were “couple goals” because YALL did everything together.
• you played games together, cooked together, -exercise if you know what I mean ;) - because lord Jesus Christ
• this boy was gaining muscle from having you pinned against a certain wall c:
*ANYWAYS THIS ISNT A NSFW POST JESUS MOD SAERAN GET IT TOGETHER*
• so you and Yoosung were finishing battling a certain tribe that took FOREVER to beat
• beat with your team and his team joining forces
• you FINALLY DESTORYED AGENT 707 TRIBE BWUAHAHHAHHA
• this bean was happy
• HE WAS CRYING HE PICKED YOU UP AND KISSED YOU AND THANKED YOU GOR EVERYTHING
• he put you back down and just blurted out
• I want you to meet my family
• I kid you not he was like
• (/.O) me ?
• yes!! YOU
•(O.\) BUT WHY
• idiot cause I love you and I want you to meet them
• BUT MEETING FAMILY MC IS LIKE THE BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT A MEMBER I MEAN PERSON CAN EVER REACHED
• you smiled and hugged him and kissed him gently
• I know and they will love you
• HE TURNED RED
• HE PUT THE COLOR RED TO SHAME
• you went to the other room and saw the chat room blowing up
• you logged on and saw yoosung asking for advice for meeting parents
• -Seven: MY BOY IS NOW A MAN YAAHOOOOO
• -Zen: Just act professionally like Trust Fund Kid Does
•-Jumin: At least I am a better actor than Zen would ever be
•- Jaehee: Mr. Han I don’t appreciate you putting down Zen acting career
•- Jumin: he has a career ? Then why he isn’t receiving checks like I am Assistant Kang. Oh right, he only gets letters.
• - Jaehee Kang has left the Chatroom-
• -Zen: WHY YOU YOU YOUUU
•-Yoosung: GUUUYYYYYSSSSSS *crying emoji* I NEED HELPPPPPP I DONT WANNA LOOK BAD
•- Jumin: that is what zen says before he enters an audition
•-Seven: HAHAAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAH LOLOLOLOLOL what is my elly doing
• - MC joined the Chatroom-
• LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING CHATROOM AT ONCE
• MC DID YOU eat
•-MC: no i didnt because me and Yoosung are going over to my parents TODAY
•- Yoosung has left the Chatroom-
• MC: I have to go you guys :) make sure everyone stays safe! And remember to eat!
• - MC has left the Chatroom -
• Yoosung why did you leave !?
• MC TODAY. WHY TODAY. I AM NOT READY TO FACE THEM I CANT. THEY WILL SEE IT IN MY FACE THAT IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. THEY WILL SEE THAT I HAD SEX WITH YOU WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT MC IM SORRY. IM SORRY IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU
• you just ran to him and hugged him and told him to relax
• you kissed and reassured him that everything was going to be and that your parents are not gonna know if they had sex
• he turned red
• you guys got in the car and went on your way
• you guys arrived and he was a mess
• he was sweating everywhere
• doing breathing exercises like a pregnant woman
• you grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze and looked at him with your eyes
• he relax and was ready
• you heard him sigh “ I am a man”
• you knocked on the door and your father opened it and gave you a TIGHT HUG
• yoosung was thinking
- REMEMBER TIGHT GRIP HERE COMES THE TEST OF BEING A MAN. YOU MUST HAVE A TIGHT GRIP
• he extended his arm out and your father just got his arm and pulled it to bring him into a hug
• HUG. YAAAAASSSSSSSSS he was thinking mentally
• he met your mom and she instantly called him son
• he felt right at home
• they told him that this was the first time MC brought anyone home
• he cried on the spot
• you hugged him
• your mother hugged you hugging him
• your father did the big group him
• then you heard your sister sighing
• YALL need to get over yourself-> said Ashley
* yup this bitch name is Ashley* ( if I used your name here you are a wonderful person C: I’m just thinking of whatever name comes into my head )
• but then she saw yoosung
• she lived for innocent men
• she loved the power of making them blush and flustered
• she found a new prey
• she walked up to yoosung and looked him up and down
• RIGHT INFRONT OF YOU
* ON THE RED CORNER IS MC ON THE LEFT IS ASHLEY LETS GET READY TO RRUUUMMBLLLLLEEWWWWWWWW*
• yoosung POOR BABY YOOSUNG
• MC DO I HAVE something on my shirt do I have something on me
• Ashley: yeah you are gonna have me all over you soon
•MC: Ashley i SWEAR leave him alone. He is mine. Now. Back. Off.
* HERE COMES THE GLOVES YALL*
•Ashley: awwwwww MC are you sccaaarreeed ~~
Scared that he will chose me over you
• Yoosung: there THERE is No competition
I LOVE MC
SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME
YOU MAY BE HER SISTER
BUT MC IS MY GIRLFRIEND
AND SHE WILL BE MY FUTURE WIFE SO DONT YOU DARE
TEASE HER ABOUT ME GOING WITH YOU