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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Hi, this is me (again)! If you have time and motivation can you please write something in High school AU (i just love it so much). Maybe something with MC who is told by her mother that as a girl she doesn't have to be smart she just have to be beautiful, she shouldn't have her own opinion and should only find herself someone who will take care of her and rfa + minor duo heard that? But remember that your well-being is the most important and it's ok to take a break! We love you!

High School AU where the RFA overhears Mc‘s Mom saying to her that she doesn’t have to be intelligent but beautiful

Hey my love, thank you for sending in a Request! Just like the last Requests I will leave out the Minor Duo due to the busy time. However I will write it again if you want to, yes? Hope you like it, please give me your opinion!

Jumin

,,Sometimes I wonder how parents raise their daughters,’’ Jumin mumbled as he walked down the hallway with his best friend Jihyun.

Jihyun laughed at his friend’s words.

,,I mean, I’m not wrong, am I?’’ Jumin asked.

,,Today in music class, a girl chuckled and thought she was cute. The teacher wanted to know if she knew something about Beethoven and she simply looked at me and said, ,,Jumin-oppa, I don’t know, can you say it?’’, it was so disgusting!’’

,,Well, I think she just has a crush on you,’’ Jihyun laughed.

,,No, she doesn’t,’’ he corrected.

,,She just wants my money,’’ he said and with that they finally changed their shoes and went out, ready to go home.

Neither Jumin’s or Jihyun’s driver was there. Instead, a girl with her mother stood there.

,,No one cares about your good mark you got in math. The world doesn’t need a doctor like you! All you have to do is to find a rich man and do what he wants! Just listen to him and be pretty for him so that he always will love you. Everything else is not important,’’ the mother told the girl who was looking down.

,,See, I told you,’’ Jumin said, shaking his head.

However, at the second look he noticed that the girl who was looking down was you, the one who was always a bit better than him at school.

,,What your mother said is completely wrong,’’ Jumin said loudly.

,,Keep studying. An intelligent wife is more exciting than a dumb chicken like everyone else,’’ he said and with that Jumin finally saw his driver and dissappeared.

The next day, you saw him again.

,,Thank you,’’ you said.

,,You showed me that my feelings are important too. I will fight for my way thanks to you,’’ you smiled and walked off, making Jumin blush and keep up with you…

Zen

You and Zen were very good friends.To be honest, one of you just had to say something about a relationship and you guys would finally become a couple.

,,Okay, Hyun, my mom is here, so tomorrow at my house?’’ you asked him.

Both of you planned on studying together to start your dream of being in entertainment.

You wanted to become your boyfriend’s manager.

And of course, even though your prince was intelligent, you were the most intelligent of the two of you.

A few hours later, Zen did as he was told. The young boy already met your parents.

They were kind, much kinder than his mother. He saw your parents as second parents even through you often told him that your mom was manipulative and mean.

Zen rang at the doorbell. The loud sound was heard and a few seconds later an older woman opened the door with a smile on her lips.

,,Hyun! My favorite son-in-law!“ she joked and pulled him in, hugging him.

,,How are you? Wait, you’re here for Mc, right?“ with that she called you, her daughter, who a bit later stepped down the staircase.

You had your hair up in a messy bun, the one Zen loved so much.

You were wearing other clothes than the one you had today at school. It looked much more comfortable.

You and Zen could feel your mother tense up as you walked down.

However, you ignored her and went up, giving Zen a kiss and making him sit down.

And then you began to study, which ended with you both arguing about this one question.

,,You have to subtract this from here and add it on this side,’’ you explained.

,,No! Why are you doing it like that?!’’ Zen asked you back.

,,Gosh, Zen! Just do it your way and I will do it my way and later on we can check!’’ you told him, a bit annoyed by now.

Suddenly, your mom came in with a few snacks.

,,How do you dare?’’ she asked.

At first Zen thought that she meant him, but apparently she meant her own daughter…

,,First, you open the door like that! You look really bad! Totally messy! And then you also argue?! Don’t act as if you’re intelligent. Just do what he says and accept that! You don’t even know how to study! Just be an obedient wife!’’ your mom hissed.

At some point, Zen jumped up and grabbed your hand, storming out with you ,,I finally understand what you mean,’’ he told you before he comforted you.

Yoosung

You could almost say that Yoosung was kind of a stalker; he always followed you around, observed you, and dreamed about you, the girl of his dreams.

You were the most beautiful girl at his school, as well as the most intelligent and kind human being.

He never saw someone smile that bright, laugh that happily, or think that hard.

The young man was totally different and for you, he wanted to change.

One day, it was a cold afternoon and Yoosung could feel that it could begin to rain. He wanted to ask you if you were interested in going home with him.

And after a lot of hesitation, the boy finally approached you.

However, he was about to go again when he saw that you were talking to someone.

Yoosung didn’t mean to overhear you guys but he heard.

And his heart was crushed at the words you had to listen to.

,,I already told you that you won’t go to that school, Mc! Your studies may be good, but you should learn how to make kimchi and be a good wife! Just find someone who will take care of you and your family and both of you will be much happier,’’ the woman said.

,,I am your mother and I know what you need,’’ she nodded and opened the door.

,,However,’’ you began ,,I don’t want to live like that! I am me!’’ you said, louder, trying to fight her. However, no one helped and the situation ended with you staying back while she drove off.

Even though Yoosung said that eavesdropping shouldn't be said out loud, he did as soon as he heard you sob.

,,What she said isn’t true,’’ he called.

,,I, for example, like independent people,’’ he said and was about to go away when you suddenly pulled him back.

,,Help me, please,’’ you begged him, your red puffy eyes on him while your trembling hand tried to stop him from leaving you.

Yoosung hugged you and padded your back.

,,I will help you. I will be here for you,’’ he assured you.

And so your long journey began...

Jaehee

You and the brown haired girl were best friends.

Well, deep in your heart you knew that you may have felt a bit more than that, but this was a completely different topic.

You and Jaehee did everything together.

You two went shopping together, went to school together, and hung out together.

You and Jaehee often wore matching outfits and ate the same lunch.

Jaehee’s house was almost yours too because you stayed there so many times.

But Jaehee never really visited yours, after all these years, she couldn’t remember what your kitchen looked like, how your house smelled, and what color your walls were.

And the reason was that your mother was a quite strict one with everything else, but an open mind.

One day, it was the day of the school’s drama production. You played a big role in it because you were the one who scripted everything and helped the teacher a lot.

Jaehee never saw such an intelligent person.

Such a kind person.

And she never saw such a bad mother like yours.

Actually, it was kind of her fault, Jaehee thought.

Your mother approached her and asked her where you were staying.

And without thinking about it, Jaehee told her that you were behind the scenes.

Your mother walked there on her red high heels, the dress way too short for a theatre at a school, and her perfume almost too strong for her.

Jaehee could feel a headache coming up as she smelled the strong aromatic smell on her.

Without thinking about what she would see, Jaehee followed your mother, curious why she would search for you.

In that very minute, your mother observed how you were arguing with a boy. The older boy one class above you who actually had a crush on you, or so it was said.

And from the frozen expression on your mother’s face, Jaehee could tell that she wasn’t okay with the way you were talking to him.

,,ARE YOU CRAZY?!’’ she asked you, making Jaehee twitch at her sudden yell.

Apparently you felt the same.

,,I told you tons of times to shut your mouth!’’ she hissed.

,,The young boy was talking to you! You should have nodded and agreed with him! Don’t tell him to do it better or different! How did I raise you?!’’ she asked you.

From afar, Jaehee could see that your eyes were watery.

,,I only want the best for you, but what can I do if you ignore me? You should simply be obedient and make sure that you find someone who will just take care of you!

Get out of these dirty clothes and apologize to him! Maybe he will show mercy!’’ she said, standing on her right leg and pulling the white Gucci bag on her shoulder again.

,,No need,’’ Jaehee finally dared to say something.

,,I will take care of Mc and then she won’t need to change,’’ Jaehee said.

,,Don’t worry, I will treat her better than you,’’ she scoffed.

Saeyoung

,,You are such a tomboy!’’ Saeyoung teased you and let you run off before Saeran could find you for taking his idea of making the garden more beautiful.

He never saw a girl like you at the school he was visiting thanks to a friend of his and his fiance.

The catholic school only accepted intelligent students or students with money, but he never expected you to be there. You were a little tomboy that was super intelligent and kind of rich.

Usually the rich people there were just dumb.

,,He got her,’’ Saeyoung laughed as you stopped.

He guessed that his twin brother found her from the other side, but he was so wrong.

Approaching you to make him calm down, he suddenly realized that the high, annoyed voice wasn’t his brother, but instead, a woman’s voice.

,,Again, you look like garbage,’’ the woman said.

,,Didn’t I tell you to look like a lady like everyone else and just try to find a good person who will take care of you? Instead, what are you doing? Walking off like that in dirty clothing,’’

Saeyoung could hear that the person you were talking to was annoyed.

,,Mom,’’ you tried, making the red haired boy even more curious.

,,No, mom, you will embarrass me.

Now, please go and put something else on and try to make someone like you in class.

Like I said, studying isn’t the most important thing as long as you have a person who will give you money and a house.

Look at me, I also didn’t study a lot, but your father came to like me.

My tights helped me to have you,-’’

,,The only reason why he didn’t leave yet,’’ Saeyoung said from behind, approaching the both of you.

His uniform was dirty from the place he stayed hidden and his hair was just as messy as yours.

,,I beg you for pardon?!’’ your mother asked you and began to play with her nails on the purse.

,,I said that her father didn’t leave you yet to make sure that Mc isn’t alone with you, a manipulative old hag.

Besides he is sleeping with your friend daily by now,’’ Saeyoung said, laughing and trying to pull you away with him.

,,How dare you-’’

Saeyoung laughed. ,,What? Make you realized that there won't’ be a man forever who will just like you for being obedient like a dog?’’

With that, he pulled you along with him until he reached Rikas place with a sobbing you holding his hand.

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rita-gxrl · 3 years

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Hear me out, platonic RFA (+V and Vanderwood maybe?) headcannons?

Sure thing! This idea is just so immaculate. I hope I did a good job at this for you.

Best Of Friends!

Yoosung

Both of you love to have all nighter gaming sessions

You two met in school

You are also his wingman/wingwoman

You and Yoosung always vent to each other about anything.

You two are study buddies.

You make sure to aleays help him especially during test time.

Yoosung forces you to be his taste tester when he tries to make new dishes.

Yoosung says that he wouldn’t want to imagine what things would be like without you in his life.

Jahee

The two of you met while Jaehee was on one her breaks. She ended up dropping some paperwork on the floor while on her way to the coffee shop. You made it your duty to talk to her.

Both of you enjoyed coffee. The two of you began coming to that same shop everyday.

You both had the common interest in Zen’s career.

You would go over each other’s houses to watch Zen’s works. Having many snacks on hand.

You let Jaehee vent to you about her stress of work.

At one point, you even offered to help her with paperwork, but her being her, she politely declined saying that it was her job not yours and not to worry about it.

Jaehee says that your kindness could never be replaced and that you are a dear friend to her.

Zen

Zen and yourself met on the set of a musical that he was in.

He noticed you were looking a bit down and decided to ask you what was going on.

You vented to him about some things. It was unexpected coming from you but felt like it was alright to tell Zen about it.

When he heard what you were going through, he was angry. Not at you but the people who made you feel this way.

From that day forward he made sure to call, text, and meet up with you as often as he could. Busy schedule and all.

People of course started assuming the two of you were dating but that wasn’t the case at all.

He’d always invite you to go shopping with him. He’d let you judge his outfits and he’d do the same for you.

He’d always make sure to get all of his merchandise for you so that when he’s away you won’t feel so far away.

Zen says that you are the strongest person for going through everything that you did and still managing to be here another day.

Jumin

Jumin and you met while he was out on one of his business trips.

Jumin was alone in a part of this fancy bar and you chose to chat with him over glasses of wine.

You both owned your respective businesses.

You both were fond of cats. You ended up telling him that your business makes custom pet clothing.

Ever since that day Jumin did not let you out of his sites.

He made sure to invite you wine tastng and golfing trips.

You always manage to make Jumin laugh.

Jumin says that you are a very free spirited person and he admires you for that.

Seven

The two of you met online

Seven was taking a break from his job and just so happened to come acroos you.

After getting the boring intros out of the way, the both of you would often send memes back and forth to each other.

When Seven has his often all nighters, you would spam his messages telling him to go to sleep. He would be annoyed but happy that someone cares about his well being.

When Seven turn serious he would question why the two of you are even friends.

You would just say everyone needs at least one.

Seven would otfen prank you and even hack into some of your devices.

One time he turned on a song that you hated and you couldn’t turn it off because Seven had programmed it to stay on repeat for a specific amount of time.

He would always make you laugh.

He says that he’s thankful that you’re willing to put up with him.

Vanderwood

Vanderwood would often tease you.

At first it was a bit annoying but then you just got used to it.

You’d tell Vanderwood to calm down when it came to him yelling at Seven telling him to do his work. Vanderwood always said to stay out of his business but he would keep in miind what you said.

Overtime, Vanderwood would become a very friendly and chill peroson towards you.

You two often talked about anything that came from your minds.

One time he even dragged you into doing a prank on Seven that one time when he was acting ‘strange’

Vanderwood says that you’re a good time.

You two met in a art museum.

V bumped into you as you stared at a piece of artwork. He went on and on about how sorry he was.

You insisted that it was alright. You went as far to invite him out to grab some tea.

Over cups of tea and snacks you talked about how you liked to paint.

You then learned that he was a photographer.

Since that day, you would always invite each other on trips to go sight seeing.

You and V would share deep conversations all the time.

Before putting out a new work, V would always ask you you’re thoughts on his photo. He was always insecure about releasing new things.

You seemed to always like his photos. And if you didn’t, you made sure to remind him that everyone sees things differently and that it’s okay.

This would make V very happy.

You always tried your best to give V more confidence in himself.

V often tells you that he’s never met such a vibrant personality like yourself and that he will always cherish his time with you.

Saeran

The two of you had a very rocky friendship.

One moment you two were talking and then the next Saeran wanted nothing to do with you.

But you always were by his side.

As much as Saeran didn’t want to admit it, he cared deeply for you and wanted nothing but the best for you.

When you would have an issue with someone, Saeran took “I will kill them” to an extreme.

To the point where you just hid your problems from him until he got mad at you.

When Saeran isn’t being as protective of you, the two of you would often go to gardens and grab tea together.

Saeran says that you can be very reckless but he doesn’t mind it when it comes to you.

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saeyoungs-sunflower · 4 years

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Hello!! I like your hc so much! So i was wondering can i request the rfa+v, and saeran with an mc who is really insecure with her body so she starve herself on accident? If you’re not comfortable than you don’t have to!! Thank you tho :)

Hey there! Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoy them😊I hope it’s okay but I mainly left out the eating part/made it brief. I’m really sorry, it’s just a bit of a delicate topic for me to write about but I really hope it’s still okay for you.

Just a reminder that it’s okay to feel insecure, but remember that you are not defined by your insecurities. I also don’t believe that there is one definition of beautiful, nor do I believe that thinking you are beautiful is vain or arrogant. Please be kind to yourselves, and if you are going through a rough patch with your body image or self-love, then I sincerely hope this can be a comfort for you and, if you can, I encourage you to reach out to someone or talk to a professional. My DMs are always open, if you ever need a chat or to rant then I’m here to listen. You are welcome and loved here💛

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RFA with an insecure MC

Zen:

❤︎ now, if you’ve done his route, then you know that this man understands

❤︎ and we also know that his looks are very important to him, so he completely acknowledges your feelings and in no way invalidates them

❤︎ but that being said, this man worships your body

❤︎ if you guys weren’t together he would be the best wing man because he LOVES to praise you and lift you up, even if you aren’t feeling particularly insecure

❤︎ you got a new outfit? “YES GIRL YOU WORK IT” you do your makeup different? “YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND ARTISTIC YES” you’re in your sweats and your hair’s a mess you feel totally gross? “THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE WOW YOU ARE GLORIOUS”

❤︎ he’s very vocal about his love for you and his love for your body

❤︎ sometimes it can be a bit embarrassing and usually comments on your appearance can make you feel uncomfortable/self-conscious, but for some reason when he does it it gives you a lil confidence boost <3

❤︎ we’re no stranger to the fact that he is hot as fuck

❤︎ honestly makes a little mad like who gave you the audacity to look like that hMMM?

❤︎ so when you first started going out, your confidence plummeted

❤︎ and it didn’t help that, whilst the majority of his fans loved you and loved the relationship, there were a few that really got to you

❤︎ they would post some not very nice comments about you on the forum

❤︎ they were just jealous fanatics, but you didn’t know that and took what they said to heart

❤︎ you started working out a lot after that, probably a bit too much

❤︎ Zen picked up on this, and he was all for exercising with you but bbygirl you’re over doing it and you really don’t seem to be enjoying it

❤︎ so he decides to teach you how to dance!!!!

❤︎ that way, you still get the endorphins from exercise, but you also learn a great skill which gives you loads of confidence because guess what!!! you’re a natural and you look gorgeous when you dance!!!!

❤︎ teaches you that working out doesn’t necessarily need to be done for aesthetic purposes, and you can have loads of fun with your boo whilst you do it!

Yoosung:

★ bit like Zen, he kinda understands how you feel

★ he often expressed it in the chatroom that he was jealous of Zen’s looks, so I think this boy is also a little insecure

★ poor lil chicken nugget you’re beautiful too

★ but when you chose him over Zen?? oh boy the confidence boost

★ it was then that he got to appreciate that his looks didn’t mean everything, and he was grateful that he got to learn that from you

★ so when he found out you were insecure, it made him sad because??? you’re literally perfect????

★ he noticed that you were always second guessing yourself

★ you would always try on and so many outfits/do your hair over and over until giving up and throwing on whatever, but you always looked so defeated

★ he made a note from then on to always show you off to his friends like yeah bitch this is my hot ass girlfriend who also happens to be the most amazing person on earth what about it?

★ his social media is flooded with candid photos of you and the captions were always about how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you

★ however, he was still a little suspicious about your insecurities

★ when you were together and he asked if you want to grab something to eat, you had always “already eaten”, which started to seem unlikely especially in some situations

★ so whenever you came over, he would cook you SUPER delicious food

★ this boy is a cooking GOD

★ he also tried to make sure they were fairly healthy and balanced meals so you wouldn’t feel guilty about eating

★ little by little, your relationship with food became healthier once you discovered how good it could be when you cook properly

★ but also insecurities and bad eating habits don’t go away over night

★ so he always leaves post-it notes around reminding you to eat and take care of yourself, and also one’s that tell you how much he cares and loves everything about you

★ he’s so damn cute somebody hold me

Jaehee:

☞ GIRL SAME

☞ i know i’m repeating myself but this lady gets you

☞ we know that when she started working for Jumin, he made her cut her hair and wear fake glasses, and even though she looked HOT AS HELL (yes baehee work it) she just felt wrong and uncomfortable about her appearance

☞ so she could pick up on the fact that you were insecure from the get go

☞ she noticed how you would shy away from pictures, and you always wore clothes that would hide your body

☞ well that just won’t do

☞ something must be done

☞ you wILL FEEL THE LOVE MC YOU WILL

☞ organises a shopping trip for you to try on some hella cool outfits

☞ invites Zen along because, as stated above, he is very vocal with his praise and is just really good at hyping you up

☞ pretty sure everyone in the shop hates you because Jaehee and Zen do not hold back whenever you come out of the changing room lmao

☞ you may have been kicked out of one shop but let’s not worry about that

☞ you came home with some pretty fire outfits that were really flattering on you and just made you feel great ya know?

☞ Jaehee is usually pretty shy when asking you personal questions

☞ but she wants to help you, so one night over dinner she manages to get you to open up to her

☞ and man Jaehee is a good listener

☞ as a woman, i feel like she is able to understand where you’re coming from more than any of the others, so you’re in good hands :)

Jumin:

♚ this man…

♚ he just doesn’t get it i’m so sorry

♚ it’s not that he doesn’t care about your insecurities or thinks you are ridiculous for feeling that way, not at all actually

♚ looks were just never something he really thought about it in general

♚ he knew he was ‘good-looking’ and he knew what was considered ‘good-looking’, he just never cared about it much

♚ at first he was just like??? but you’re literally MC??? what is there to be insecure about???

♚ you had done pretty well at hiding your insecurities at the beginning of your relationship

♚ which was helped by the fact that Jumin would never assume that you had anything to dislike about yourself, so he never looked out for/noticed the signs

♚ it took a whole year guys damn

♚ it had been a year since you got together, so he wanted to take you out for a lovely meal

♚ but he also bought you a beautiful dress

♚ haha…

♚ this was where it went tits up lmao

♚ you were so grateful for it, it was a really stunning dress and you were actually pretty excited to try it on

♚ and so was he hehehe

♚ but when you came out of the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, he noticed that your eyes were welling up and boi your face did not look happy

♚ Jumin’s like: ??????

♚ Jumin.exe has stopped working

♚ instantly takes you in his arms, shushing and cooing you as he rubbed your back

♚ “My love, what is it?”

♚ after a few sniffles, you knew you just had be honest with him

♚ “I’m sorry, Jumin. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen but I just ruin it…it belongs on someone else, not on me.”

♚ holds you so much tighter and even starts to feel tears prick his own eyes

♚ he takes a different approach to compliments

♚ he finds a way to compliment your appearance without sounding superficial or fake

♚ instead of “you’re beautiful”, he goes for “your smile lights up the room” or “you carry so much warmth and kindness in your eyes”

♚ it’s his way of letting you know that he thinks you’re the most gorgeous thing to walk the planet, but while also telling you that you are so much more than what you look like

Saeyoung:

☀︎ hoo hoo boiiiiii

☀︎ i’m just gonna cut to the chase

☀︎ he found out during some ~sexy times~

☀︎ i’m not going into graphic detail it’s not that kind of post ;)

☀︎ things were getting hella heated like damn

☀︎ so he started to ya know like…unbutton your shirt

☀︎ why am i actually getting embarrassed while writing this i need to get a grip

☀︎ spot the virgin lmfao

☀︎ but then you stopped him and he’s like P A N I C

☀︎ terrified that he crossed a line bby chill for a sec

☀︎ but then you ask if you could turn off the light and he starts to suspect that you don’t want him to see your body

☀︎ he’s so gentle about the topic it’s very sweet

☀︎ he wants you to know that he loves every fibre of your being, but he also doesn’t want to push you if you’re uncomfortable

☀︎ “MC, I adore every part of you, including your body. If you want me to turn off the light I absolutely will, but if you let me, I want to show you just how much you mean to me.”

☀︎ you hesitated, but eventually agreed to leave the light on

☀︎ and JESUS CHRIST HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT

☀︎ Saeyoung has an incredible attention to detail, as well as patience

☀︎ and he took his sweet time with you lemme tell ya

☀︎ you’re pretty sure he kissed every inch on your body whilst also whispering his praise as he did so

☀︎ he honestly made you feel like a Goddess

☀︎ everything he said was sincere and he just treated you with so much care and love and that shit is contagious

☀︎ ever since then, he was more physically affectionate with you until eventually you didn’t even think twice when undressing in front of him

☀︎ hello yes i would like to order one Saeyoung pls thank you

☀︎ actual love of my life

V / Jihyun:

❁ he asked you to be his model for one of his paintings

❁ and you were like ummmm……okay maybe it won’t be too bad????

❁ but this man has no chill

❁ he wanted you to be semi-nude and you were like h e l l n o

❁ he was also Confused™

❁ you tried to make up some excuse but it was hopeless

❁ so you just told him that being nude in front of him was already difficult for you, but for you body to be on display for others to see was just too much

❁ this sweet man

❁ his heart broke

❁ it hurt him so much to know that someone with such a kind soul ever doubted her worth, especially because of something like your looks

❁ you were absolutely stunning to him, but he wanted you to believe that yourself

❁ he made a deal with you that if you modelled for him and were still uncomfortable with the outcome, then it would only ever be seen by you two

�� you reluctantly agreed, and he made it his mission to make you see yourself through his eyes

❁ it took him a while to complete, but when he did oh man

❁ you full on started sobbing

❁ OH SHIT HE MADE MC CRY PANIC PANIC

❁ someone help this man

❁ you managed to tell him that you weren’t crying because you were upset, but because you never thought that you would ever see yourself as beautiful

❁ but the way he painted you GOOD G R I E F

❁ he made you look ethereal, and you couldn’t believe that this was how he saw you

❁ you didn’t even focus on the parts of you that you would usually hate because he made them look so heavenly and like,,,they belonged there???

❁ “Jihyun, you made me look so lovely.”

❁ “No, my love, that’s just what I saw. Everything you see here is you, nothing else.”

❁ okay great he made you cry even more goOD jOb jIhYuN

Saeran:

☽ ha ha ha ha ha

☽ you thought Jumin was bad?? oh i am so sorry my guy

☽ he just has no clue

☽ “What do you mean? Why do you care about how you look? You’re not ugly or anything.”

☽ gee thank you Saeran

☽ but also you are not helping in the slightest

☽ he’s REALLY not good at expressing his affection okay pls give him a break

☽ but he’s not heartless come on now

☽ it took him a while to fully understand where you were coming from, and even then he struggled to find a way to help

☽ Saeran is a very quiet supporter

☽ it’s hard to spot to the naked eye, but you know when Saeran cares for you because you feel it

☽ the first thing he notices is your body language

☽ and since he doesn’t really know what to do, he kinda just...adjusts you

☽ for example, if he sees that your body language is very closed off, almost like your trying to hide your body, he’ll silently move your shoulders and fix your posture so you are more open

☽ and if he sees you bow your head or try to block your face, he’ll silently lift your chin up

☽ but the most important part is that when he does this, he always smiles at you

☽ now Saeran is very careful with expressing his emotions. so when he does show his feelings, you know he means it

☽ so you started to hold yourself with more certainty and confidence, because it made him smile to see you not hiding away

☽ ‘fake it til you make it’ is a very real thing, and eventually it became natural to embrace every part of you

☽ when he became more comfortable, he told you that he was proud of how far you’d come and how he loved to see you feel good in your own skin

***

Thank you anon for the request, I hope you’re doing okay. Once again, anyone is welcome to message me if you’re struggling and need a friend to talk to <3 x

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Iris

Pairing: Choi Saeran/Reader, 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character

Description: Was there faith in a false paradise with a savior that spilled honey sweet lies to make you agree? There is no life to be found amongst those in a rotting flowerbed, only those clinging to the roots as the world awaits your demise. Why is he still here when others had long been plucked from the dying earth? And better yet, why are you still here after everything, clinging to his roots as if he’ll bring you life? Or is he the one clinging to you?

SE Saeran x Former Believer Reader

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Chapter Four

The hymns and hums that came from the worship chamber were something that you knew very well. It went without saying that you spent a lot of time there when you weren’t tending to your other tasks as needed.

Many of the believers did the same thing, but it was one of the few places in the building where you could come to think clearly without the feeling of acid and all of the forced kindness that came from choosing to interact with other members of the cult.

Oh, Mint Eye was a haven for the begotten and broken-hearted, but not everyone was someone that you wanted to share your time with.

You had always strayed away from others if you could. It's not like you wanted to be around everyone else. If you could help it, you would try to minimize the number of people that you had to deal with. Even though they said that it was supposed to be a paradise, Paradise to you meant staying away from anyone that might make you upset.

A lot of people did that.

In the past, people had called you a variety of things but mostly overly emotional and far too reactive for your own good. It was one of the reasons why you wound up in this place. Nobody ever seemed to understand what you needed or what you needed to be told.

You didn't know what you wanted either, and because you didn't know, whenever someone tried to help, you would wind up getting more upset.

It was this seemingly endless cycle of being trapped. It truly burns to have nobody care or know what you need. At some point, you let yourself grow numb and detached from it, but if somebody pushed the wrong buttons, you were likely to explode. In doing that, it meant that you burned a lot of bridges.

You didn't have your family to turn to. But, you also didn't have friends to turn to. Maybe that was just the way that things went. The Savior always explained it to you as people who were too judgmental to ever understand your pain. There were just people out there who didn’t care and were too stuck in the reality of the outside world to ever think of what their choices do to those that are suffering

Suffering like you were.

At the end of the day, people who couldn’t adapt to the rest of the world were going to be thrown away and left behind by those that could assimilate. You didn’t want to become someone you want, you did not want to let go of the things that made you… you. You didn’t care if that made you selfish or wrong for wanting to hold onto the feelings that clung to you like a layer of dust in the attic.

Anger was a blanket that made you feel safe. It wasn’t wrong to be angry that the world kicked you while you were down and never stopped barring its ugly fangs to sink into your bruised and broken skin until you were too tired to plead for it to stop. As long as you were in Mint Eye, nobody judged you for feeling the way that you did. They always validated the hurt in your chest with a smile.

Nobody ever told you that you were allowed to be angry. People always told you to get over it and get out of your head. The Savior never told you that. The other believers never told you that. Nobody in this place would ever look at you and say to stop feeling how you felt. Granted, so many of the people in the group lost their senses if their constitution was too weak to handle the elixir, but not you.

Oh, not you…

The Savior had spoken to you once before in person and complimented you. Her honey-sweet words made you shiver and smile in return. She told you that so many people simply couldn’t handle how the path of salvation would change them and open their eyes up to paradise, but you were one of the few in her care that had understood from the first minute it was offered into your hands.

It almost made the sting of the elixir worth it to hear her tell you that you were a perfect candidate in comparison to all those that needed to fight to become their perfect selves. Nobody ever told you that you were better than everyone else. Nobody made you feel like you were special. The Savior had a way of making you feel like you were the sun at the center of the universe, if only for a moment.

How could you think of the acidity in your throat when her words were laced with kindness? Even if you gasped, rasped, and struggled to breathe… This was a place where you finally felt like you were seen and appreciated.

As crazy as it sounded, you felt like you were home.

You’d never had a home before, not one that you would consider your home, anyway. Even if it was just you feeling free to burn away, it was better than wasting away in a place that made you feel like you had to walk on eggshells all of the time. It wasn’t like you were subjected to cleansing ceremonies. Oh, no, it was for anyone that needed to learn their place after mistakes.

You kept to your program, did what was asked of you, and only had to partake of the elixir once a week in the church.

Each Sunday, without fail, drinking the glimmering liquid with everyone else as it was how you were able to cleanse yourself of the failings or mistakes you made along your path. They explained it as being no different than partaking in the wine and bread in mass, and when they waved it away like that, it was easier to bat an eye and shrug.

You were alone, now.

The way that you preferred

Sitting in the front row of the ceremony chamber in front of the pulpit allowed you to breathe without fear. Anytime that you felt doubtful about yourself or the way that you felt, you would find yourself in this place to consider why you had come to Mint Eye in the first place and why you stayed despite those small moments of acid in your gut.

At times, it did feel isolating, but at other times, it felt like it was truly liberation from the horrors of your old life. You liked that you could do things on your own and you liked that there was something you could provide back to the others instead of feeling like a pathetic leech who couldn’t do anything for those that considered you… a burden.

You never felt like a burden here. That was a first for you, and you wanted to hold onto that as long as you could. If you had any say in it… you wanted to keep this feeling of liberation. You didn’t want it to have that change when you finally settled into a place where you felt like you could finally be who you were without fears.

You never could feel that way when you would feel revitalized every week. Maybe it was dumb, but everything just made sense here. Every time you felt unsure, there were always the words of the Savior right there in front of you to make sure that you didn’t lose your newfound life and freedom to those that were cruel enough to force you to find shelter in the first place.

She was there to provide the warmth and security that you needed. You just had to have faith in that and believe in those promises she proclaimed without fear in her heart. A part of you wished for one chance to have that level of steadfast confidence, but you were simply grateful for what you had in your hands for now. Even if this was all you could be, it was better than the you that you once were.

After Unknown had caught you outside of the worship chamber, you didn’t want to deal with that again. You weren’t even sure why you hadn’t headed straight to church that day, you just got caught up in looking over the delicate handiwork that you had put into the garden.

You weren’t the only gardener that handled the landscaping but you handled so many of the delicate flowers for the Savior’s favorite place that you liked to admire it when you finished often.

You would never linger for too long, but for some reason you had been unable to look away from the cleaned patches that you’d removed all of the weeds from. For some reason, those daffodils wanted to grow away from the sunlight despite needing it properly, but the Savior had noted to many of the staff to not move flowers even if they were blooming in the darkness.

It always made you wonder why she would say such a thing when it was obvious they needed to be placed into another bed for their safety. But, she was the Savior and she knew what she wanted these following gardens to look like. Savior always knew best. You knew that. But when you saw all those flowers withering away, it did leave an unfamiliar sting in the back of your throat.

Perhaps, you were too sentimental to plant life?

Either way, your distraction allowed Unknown to find you.

You hadn’t recognized him because he had been wearing his robes instead of his everyday outfit, which in your defense, made everybody look the same. The only thing that separated the looks would be the keycard identification card that helped you gain clearance to your part of the building.

You were just a gardener so your access to the building was pretty limited to the basics.

Your only special ability was to go in and out of the gardens any time that you wanted unless it was a night with a curfew that you had to obey. If it wasn’t, you would always spend most of your time outside. It was so much better in comparison to those that were stuck handling paperwork or other menial tasks.

Not that you wouldn’t be grateful for the ability to give back after they helped you, but you were glad that they considered your skills. There were only a handful of gardeners in Mint Eye that did the job properly, and while you knew two of the three other members that helped cover the halves that you didn’t preside over, but the third was a mystery.

Much like how Unknown had been a mystery to you until he was suddenly real. He was no longer the murmured whisper that seemed to be a ghost that only came out when the Savior told him that he was free to travel to ceremonies or whatever else she let him handle as the master of security.

You had no real clue on what he did, but he made it very clear to you that he could’ve turned you in for “skipping” the ceremony.

You had last track of the time, but you knew that Unknown could hold that over your head. He said so himself that you were lucky that he caught you and not one of the guards. His hands trailed against the fabric around your shoulders to get a hold of your ID card to see your title and name, before he lowly whispered into your ears, “You’ll owe me one for this, C404. Expect me to make you pay your dues when I call for you.”

You owed him one.

Your comfortable place in Magenta was at risk now and he was dangling it over your head. He could have you sent to the basement if he wanted, all he had to do was put a word in with the Savior to make it happen because as far as you knew, he was her favorite pet project and most loyal believer. He was the one that she counted on for everything since he was the only security member.

Nobody had ever challenged you like that before, and that might have been because you were always the one that was angry and pushing others away. This was the first time that someone gave you a warning about anything. Most people never dared to try to push you around like that.

The reflection that you had seen in the window of his amused face had made you want to scream.

How dare he antagonize you without letting you explain yourself! Paradise was meant to give those that worked hard a chance. You had always followed the rules, no matter what that meant, and he’d shaken that up simply because he had power. It ruffled your feathers and made you grit your teeth in response.

No wonder most of the people that interested in Unknown always mentioned that he wasn’t that great to interact with. The Savior cared for him for whatever reason, maybe he gave her the results she craved and that’s why she let him run amuck amongst the believers whenever he had the time.

You’d no clue, and that’s why you were here today in the evening when nobody else was in the room.

You were wondering what Unknown might do if he would do anything because you liked your spot where it was. You didn’t want to lose it. This abuse of power reminded you so much of the outside that you had come here to escape from so it rubbed you the wrong way to imagine that someone could have that power here. That burning anger in your gut… that didn’t dissipate.

There was something about him… something that left you wanting to know more and wanting to know why he had the power he did. You breathed in deeply as the room squashed most of your frayed nerves but they kept lingering no matter what you did. It was going to be alright, you just needed to focus on finding peace here.

At least, that’s what you wanted to do until you felt someone sit down next to you.

You thought that it might have been another believer, but much to your surprise you found yourself looking at the last person you ever expected to join you. Her blonde curls may have been braided so that they didn’t pool around her body but you knew those curls anywhere. She wasn’t donning her robes, but the black dress she was wearing was simply elegant.

It stunned you so much that you forgot your place. You went to stand up and offer a bow to her but she raised her hand to stop from getting up. If you didn’t mind you staying here then you knew that it was alright to stay where you were. Yet, being this close to the Savior was always overwhelming. You didn’t know if you were going to make a mistake or—

Her hand stayed there as she tilted her head to the side to catch your eyes. “Hello there, follower, I see you’ve come to reflect on your place in our paradise without anyone telling you to do so. I happily welcome anyone to come for their personal needs, my child.”

“I find myself at peace when I rest here, my Savior,” you said, quietly.

You hope that your voice didn’t betray you upon saying something. Even though she had spoken a few times in the past to you, that had been when others were around and when you had work to do. This was something else and didn’t have the luxury of orders being handed out and tasks that needed to be done as soon as possible.

“I understand. When I need to find peace and contentment, I will always bring myself to this room where we have saved so many like ourselves. You understand our commitment if this is the place you choose to find yourself late at night, dear,” her smile seemed to radiate the warmth that you wanted. Her pause meant that she wanted your title. It always had that effect on people.

You supplied that information with a small nod, “C404, my Savior.”

Something seemed to sparkle in her eyes when you said that. Yet, she didn’t comment on it just yet, instead she said, “C404, have you ever wondered if there was more to your goals than staying stagnant in one place? Don’t you ever pause to wonder if there’s something better for you in the long run? My most dedicated followers deserve the chance to have better opportunities as they show their merit, and you, my dear, have always shown promise.”

“My gardens have never shined brighter, in fact. Your tending to my oasis has always been done perfectly. Your dedication is admirable, so much so that I think you were deserving of something much more fitter than someone as smart and crafty as you. If you can tend to my daffodils and give them life in the darkness, perhaps, you can help me save much more than just the gardens.”

“I’ve heard good things about you from the progress reports, C404. I’m amazed… of course, I’m not too surprised. You took your elixir well and you were strong from the first dose, it’s only our expectation that you become such a capable member in our path to enlightenment.”

You were comfortable where you were, but when she said that… you felt something in your heart start to jump. She thought that you were good at what you did. She was saying that she might have hopes for you that were larger than anything that you could have ever imagined. It was an honor to be given such a thing, even if you were content where you were.

An honor… to be praised by the Savior that only wanted what was best for you.

Praise always made the burn feel less hot… the burns of the elixir that lingered at the back of your throat whenever you found yourself thinking too hard about something that you already knew well enough. Any self-doubt was always thrown away when she managed to make sense of the thoughts that ran wild.

As the Savior spoke, you found yourself hanging on every word and grateful that she was giving you the time of day.

Your mind was racing endlessly with what she may expect of you.

“What do you think about that, dear?”

What did you think?

You didn’t want to lose the gardens but at the same time, if the Savior wanted something from you, you were in no position to say no. It would pain you if you were wrenched away from the gardens and the seas of green. It was the one thing that seemingly always made life worth living, even as you lived here in paradise amongst your kind.

No matter what you did, you would have to bow your head and accept whatever offer she gave to you. It was simply how paradise worked. You couldn’t act like a child. You were grateful to be here and you had to show it. No matter how much it stung. You half-expected her to say that you were in trouble for what Unknown said, but…

That never came, though.

So, you merely smiled, “If you wish for me to do something for you, my Savior, I will see to it that it is done with absolute perfection. For you have sheltered from harm and gave me a place to feel warm and protected in the darkness. The least I could do is always do what you ask of me. It is an honor that you thought of me.”

Pleased with your answer, the Savior smiled back at you. “Well then, C404. I have a proposition for you on this lovely night that I hope to ask of you. I know you won’t let the chance slip through your fingers since you remind me so much of myself… so willing to do what must be done for the safety we all safely live in here at Mint Eye. I think it’s time your hard work rewards you with more power.”

“Power, my Savior?”

“A position that would help you gain everything you’ve ever deserved. Of course, it will be hard work but any work that preserves our way of life is well worth the sacrifices that we all must make. You know how much we want to protect those that suffer and sometimes, we must work tirelessly to ensure that it happens.”

“Of course. I understand. What is the task?” you asked.

Her outstretched hand was offered to you and you took it as she stood and looked back in the direction of the doorway she had entered from to get to you. She had a plan and you knew that she expected to follow her. “Come with me, my child. I will show you the path through the darkness. You can trust me to guide you, right?”

“Always, my Savior.”

—

As it turned out, the Savior had a very specific plan in mind for what she expected of you. She led you to the center of the compound to a sector that you had never visited before. You had never been this far into Magenta because your keycard would never let you travel this far. These were the places that could only be unlocked by a master keycard or by the security team.

Something that you never had access to because your keycard was only available for a handful of rooms in the building. People that weren’t like you could hold those cards and go to places that you had only a faint idea of.

People had more ability to move around without anyone questioning their movements with those cards in their hands. People that had to protect paradise held those cards. People that did more than you did. You weren’t like any of them, you were comfortable being a small piece that gave back to the Savior… So why? Why was she taking you here?

It wasn’t the way to the basement.

It was growing closer and closer to her chambers.

But, you couldn’t be heading there.

Why was she giving you an offer of any kind? You were by no means good enough for that. You never did anything but your small tasks. It was nothing compared to the guards or security unit. You were just one of her trusted staff for the gardens. You weren’t a higher member of salvation. It just did not make sense.

You didn’t know what to think when she opened a door that had 2 key locks.

You didn’t expect the door to open and reveal Unknown sitting in wait for you. He was there, except this time he was not wearing his robes. He was wearing a jacket that was too big for him and a red shirt that clung to his chest. It was the only thing that popped out at you as the blue light flickered behind him.

There was a cocky look on his face as the Savior pressed her hand against your shoulders with a friendly smile, she had brought you back to him for some reason and he knew he had you—

Hook, line, and sinker.

A part of you wanted to growl at him for this dirty trick but you weren’t going to prove anything that he thought in front of the Savior. He wanted you to act out and cause a scene. He wanted you to make his point for him, didn’t he? Well, you weren’t going to let that happen. You already had enough to go deal with in paradise, this wasn’t ideal.

Who did he think he was?

Did he think you wouldn’t try to get back at him?

You knew that you couldn’t bite back and lash out, but the burning feeling inside of your chest was something that you couldn’t disregard. You needed to figure out why she brought you to this room that he resided in.

Why would she bring you here other than to scold you in front of Unknown? Why would she put you in his path? Why would she want you to see him? As far as she meant to know, you and he had never once interacted before. He probably told her his little concocted lie and she would have tried to help guide you back to the path if you seemingly strayed.

But, you hadn’t strayed!

You hadn’t!

You weren’t like those failed believers!

So, why were you scared?

Unknown’s haunting eyes were still staring back into yours as you stood there in the light. His malice wasn’t there but his dry amusement was. It seemed like he knew that he was getting underneath your skin and you were doing everything you could to not look like a fool in front of the Savior. Cocky, he was very cocky. The darkness that shrouded him kept him safe.

Even as the elixir helped you to feel your anger burning bright, you didn’t want to succumb in front of her like this. He was taunting you to let go of your earthly control. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, you thought as you dug your nails into the palm of your hand. Everyone had to fight to be able to stay where they wanted to be.

Paradise was always hard work to sustain.

So, you couldn’t let yourself fall down the cracks because he wanted to test you.

Did he tell the Savior or was he doing something else to spite you? No amount of mental gymnastics gave you any sense of security. It was just you, him, and the Savior. It went without saying that every one of you understood the limits being pressed here.

“C404,” her voice broke the trance you were under as the light of the hallway poured into the darkroom. “Unknown has expressed interest in needing an assistant to get his tasks done faster. After he checked through the history of many loyal believers, he landed on your file. Given natural talents, it makes sense that you fill that position. You follow orders, you always deliver, and I think given your devotion… you deserve a position that creates change.”

Unknown’s expression never wavered as you kept gazing at each other in that moment. He knew that you couldn’t refuse. He was keeping his promise. He told you that you would pay for your actions as he saw fit and now he was making good on it by forcing you into a position where you would have to work with him directly.

You hadn’t even done anything to him.

You had merely lost track of time and he decided to treat it as if you were going against the grain. Was it how he tormented the other believers? You had heard whispers of that from the past but it didn’t seem to happen as much these days because he was always locked away… making him more and more like the identity he claimed to hold.

“It’s better than wasting your talent away in the sun,” Unknown waved his hand as if to say that your care out there meant nothing to him… as if this was the Savior’s doing and not his own. He would have been able to pick anyone. “Your work history far exceeds any of the other believers. You’ll be… useful, as the Savior has said.”

There was no way to back out of it.

He had caught you and there was no way to remove the fangs that dug into your flesh.

The Savior was correct. She was always right and if she wanted you to do this, then you would have no choice. It didn’t make you happy to think that you were going to lose your safe place, but she had done so much for you, and the thought of turning around and not giving back made you feel guilty. You did not want to take and take from her offerings without giving back.

It would make you no more than the person that you were before you came here. This was an offer that you had to take. It meant more work and it meant that you would be involved in things that you never even considered before this moment, but it had to be an honor.

Even if Unknown asked for you, the Savior would only offer people in this sector if they were good enough.

She was saying you were good enough… right?

When you framed it that way, you felt better about it. You never earned praise often so to hear it from someone you admired meant something great, even if Unknown was looming in the background and just waiting for you to make a mistake. Would he hold that over your head? Was this a game to play to see how long it would take before you admitted why he truly wanted you?

Was this a trap?

Or did the Savior truly want you to be special? Her reassuring hand kept you steady but those uneasy thoughts kept biting at the back of your head. You wished for some elixir to scrub your head clean but that burn likely wouldn’t fix the dread that was brewing. Why this? Why now? What were you meant to do in this situation?

You could imagine her smile as she looked between you and Unknown, “So, what do you say, C404? How does this offer sound to you?”

Knowing that you had no other choice, you said, “I accept.”

—

Another night, another nightmare that woke you up before you knew what hit you. It was becoming overwhelming. You have grown accustomed to it happening over and over again, however, it had been so frequent as of late that it felt like you couldn't sleep at all.

It felt like there was this lingering feeling crawling down your spine that you couldn’t shake for the last week or so. You didn’t know what to do as those feelings lingered in the space where your heart would meet with your mind. The part of you that hurts at night when you close your eyes and remember you are alone is what hurt the most as the emptiness grew.

You were no stranger to these feelings of isolation and abandonment. It was common for you to feel like this as you woke up alone in the space that you habited. Jumin Han might’ve been paying for the place but you didn’t like to stick around for very long. It was small, quiet, and it got enough sunlight to make it feel like you weren’t trapped anymore.

That helped, but in a way, you were trapped. You were trapped by the generosity and you weren’t in a place where you could return any of it. You were just living on the kindness of others. How was it any kind of change from Mint Eye? In that place, you got by because you were useful and people let you have all of what you needed purely on that basis. It wasn’t about anything else.

It made your stomach twist to be gifted things and not be able to give back. It felt like they were saying you were too weak and scared to return to a “normal” life. You didn’t even have one to begin within this life. Why would you ever be someone who would be able to do what the other believers who’d been tricked by a shiny offer?

You walked right into it, knowing in your gut that something was wrong and yet, you walked ahead because you were desperate for a place to stay and someone to finally listen to you. It went without a word that you knew you were to blame in some aspects, no matter what your therapist said.

You blamed a lot of what happened to you on yourself.

Why wouldn’t you?

Even with the elixir burning through your veins… there had always been a part of you that felt like you were conscious and aware of what you were doing… different from many people who lost themselves to the acid and began hollow, sullen, and too pliable to ever fight back or speak a thought that wasn’t one that they could parrot back at someone.

When you woke up from nightmares that burned you to the core, you started to wonder if you were the one that chose to do all of those things that happened to you. You wondered if you had any feasible excuse when you did a lot of those things without a second thought. You had done so many things without doubting what it could do to anyone.

You just did it.

The person that you were in Mint Eye was constantly changing to survive and adapt, but were you any different than you were months ago? Were you truly different when you still masked all of your pain and suffering the way that you did?

Was it any different for you when you were barely able to see past your own outstretched hand? Were you different?

Were you?

How could you be different when you were still trying to run away? How could you be different when you never had any control in the first place? How could you be different when you still shuddered and wished for him to be by your side again? How could you be different when you longed for just another moment to hold him?

When Jumin Han looked at you and expected answers, you couldn’t tell him what was truly lying in the recess of your mind. You couldn’t tell him that your heart was suffering and still trapped in the tiny closet they found you locked in. You couldn’t say that you wished that you would have fought more, that you could’ve done more, and that you could’ve tried harder to make Unknown see—

He was the only person that ever gave a damn about you and you were seemingly the only one that gave a damn about him, and the closer you grew to him over those months, the more time you only wanted to spend with him. It was a cycle that was doomed from the start but you clung to him, and your heart still clung to him despite everything that happened.

You tried so hard to ball up the memory of Unknown.

There was no escaping the memory of him, of Unknown… and no matter what you did and no matter how much you tried to ignore it and those memories were burned into your skin like the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. It singed your soul with his very essence… burning you to a crisp until you were forever left with the scars of his touch.

Just the image of his face brought you to tears. Before you knew him, you never would’ve gotten close to anyone. You never gave anyone a chance because everyone who you started with burned you and left you to rot. Why would you trust anyone after a lifetime of being kicked like a stray dog that people tormented for fun?

Unknown had meant everything to you despite how you’d met. Your perception of him was always changing and adapting to things that you learned. He kept you guessing and you kept him close as things changed. He was still bitter and sullen about the rest of the world but you saw things that no other person had ever seen before.

He said so himself… in the middle of the night when secretes would be whispered and nobody else could hear those words spoken. Time and time again around you, things spiraled out of control but he was a constant. He was the one that kept you level, and in many ways, you couldn’t help but wonder if your presence was keeping him from losing control of the hours and his senses.

To be isolated to the degree that he was would change the way that you felt… you knew that pain, but you couldn’t even imagine the extent that he suffered. You wondered if he clung to you so tightly those nights because he too, lived with these night terrors of his demons that haunted him because you knew that you could envision him waking up slumped over at his desk again.

Eyes fraught with tears and agony that he tried to throw away by lashing out and destroying everything that he could get his hands on. That anger was something you could understand but these days, you’d been so tired… so lost, and so afraid of everything around you that you were paralyzed. You almost did wish that you could break something and feel better.

It wouldn’t change anything.

Ripping up papers and overturning furniture wouldn’t bring him back.

It wouldn’t change anything that happened.

There was no way you were ever going to find what happened to him and no way anyone was going to tell you where he had gone. The only reason people were humoring you now was because Jihyun had to put your name in his things as someone that would be of interest to them, and you had the former gardener you once knew to blame for that.

Unknown was gone now. You didn’t know what happened to him. The memory of that final day kept trying to flood back to the surface. You needed to suppress these feelings for your own good because. If you didn’t bury it away, it would forever haunt your mind.

If you thought about him again, you would only hurt yourself knowing it’d be only a matter of time until someone told you that he was either dead or locked away like the rest of them. You wanted to see what happened to him but at the same time, you feared the answer that you may wind up receiving. It wasn’t fair and your heart was breaking into pieces that were too small to mend.

There was so much that you didn’t know about him and there was not much that you might never know… about everything. You had been kept in the dark by everyone from day one. Even the small things that you figured out on your own meant nothing in the scheme of things. You could only see what they wanted you to see.

This was only happening to you because of Jihyun, right?

Was this a sick joke?

The man was dead and he had spoken such… God. You didn’t want to think about him, either. You didn’t want to think about how everything started to change the closer it got to the end of those days. You didn’t want to think about Jihyun because he had been what felt like the catalyst to everything ending the way that it did.

He started trying to change everything… the status quo the Savior had tried to make you believe in started to crumble and shatter into pieces as she too, began to change what you thought you knew. If you got used to something, that something was changed and ripped out of your arms because you’d even gotten a chance to appreciate it properly.

As if you never deserved to know anything.

And when you had these nightmares… these memories of that day when he looked at you so lost, so hurt, and so confused about whatever happened to him after he had been gone for nearly a week to God knows where. Where you lived in fear for his life and safety while the Savior was breathing down your neck for hours and demanding you find him and figure out where he was.

The memory was so vivid.

You could feel her hands as they wrenched around your throat once again. You could hear the hatred and vitriol in her voice. The sugary sweet Savior steadily became a monster right in front of you all at once and nothing you could do would stop it. Nobody would save you. The person who promised to save you instead was trying to kill you.

Your breath started to quicken once again as you swallowed back another sob. What was wrong with you? Why wouldn’t you stop this? You dug your nails into the sheets and just wept. You never allowed yourself the chance to breakdown nearly enough and when this happened, it was your fault for letting it get so bad. Your thought stopped making sense and started to blur together as you bounced between memories and coincidences over and over again.

The nightmare was burning in your guts and making you feel sick. You couldn’t even remember what it was exactly during this dream apart from the misery, yet you could only remember the sensations of darkness and choking until you felt like you’d lose your breath. The feeling of acidic juice burning you until you wasted away to nothing but a pile of ash.

No longer taunted by a saccharine sugar that beckoned you forward… you could see the poison hidden underneath the candy.

Was this the price of your guilt and desires? Was this why you still felt lost and scared despite trying to hide it from everything? Was this why you couldn’t do what everyone else could? Is that why your skin crawled when you woke up gasping from a nightmare where the elixir was forced down your throat over and over again?

Is that why you felt guilt and shame whenever your nightmares told you how close you had come to hurting innocent people alongside Unknown for the sake of the plan that the Savior wanted you to believe in without question? Is that why you woke up screaming until it felt like your voice was hoarse all over again?

Why would you want to be back in that place knowing what it did to you? The worst part about all of it was: you knew the answer to that question.

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Mystic Messenger - Wedding Headcanons (Bride! MC)

--- Zen ---

Zen's a surprisingly down-to-earth man, and he wanted the wedding to be a modest, but gorgeous affair. It’s a rooftop wedding, where everyone gets to see the two most beautiful people in the world get married amidst a bright, morning cityscape. Zen creates an amazing set of custom vows that make him cry, and it ruins his makeup but he doesn’t care.

It’s all paid with his and your own money, which isn’t a whole lot but enough to afford a very put-together package. Zen insisted on catering from a famous brewery, and there’s a very nice open beer-on-tap bar.

There’s also a very important scheduled evening dance, of course. Your new husband asks for your hand like you’re royalty, and the two of you begin a very romantic slow-dance with a specific playlist in the background. When that ends, the music picks up and everybody starts getting a little wild. That delicious beer must have kicked in.

Zen’s arm rarely ever leaves your waist for the rest of the evening. He begins to refer to you as ‘my SPOUSE’ to everyone you have a conversation with. His face is literally glowing with pride.

By the time the two of you get married, Zen’s a very established actor, so its a celebrity wedding that attracts reporters and curious starwatchers. The two of you graciously (you more than Zen) accept Jumin’s gift of security guards to keep them off the venue.

The honeymoon is a beautiful week spent in the Maldives, enjoying the therapeutic beach life. Paparazzi end up hounding the two of you a little bit, but nothing can truly ruin this bliss. This perfect love.

--- Yoosung ---

He’s been dreaming of this day and its finally here!! He almost can’t believe it, and spends a lot of the planning just kinda fanboying himself. He can’t decide between themes and packages ‘cause it all seems wonderful to him. His parents end up helping quite a bit, especially on the parts he finds particularly confusing, like booking a venue and managing costs.

The two of you eventually settle on a garden-like wedding, taking place in a beautiful park. He loves the vintage lace look of your dress, and matches with an old-hollywood-style suit. Thanks to the advice from his family, the two of you avoided purchasing entire wedding packages and instead sourced everything from different retailers, which required a lot more research but saved money.

The two of you said your vows underneath a gazebo lined with flowers, and then walked back down the park to the reception area while everyone tossed bucketfuls of petals upon the two of you. Yoosung was tearing up pretty badly from happiness, and almost tripped twice. By the time you guys made it to the dining tables, Yoosung’s glasses were fogged and he couldn’t stop smiling.

The reception lasted longer than planned ‘cause everyone was having so much fun. You two had hired a pizza truck that carted their wood-burning oven on-site, along with a massive snack table and colorful cocktail dispensers. Yoosung asked to dance once, twice, and maybe five more times. You had to take off your heels to keep up with him, which just made the moment that much more beautiful.

The honeymoon had to be short, but it was a peaceful five days spent in Shanghai.

--- Jaehee ---

One of the first things planned was going to local fashion shows and shopping for dresses, since according to Jaehee, it was this season that designers begin to shell out the good stuff. Jaehee settled on a cream-colored silk trumpet dress with an embroidered veil. You chose a dress embroidered with gold-colored thread to match hers.

And that set the tone for rest of the wedding. Gold decor, pearly-white chiffon, and dots of warm red embellishing the tablecloths, bouquets, and plate settings. Jaehee was always the one on the phone with the planners, since she had That Business Voice which made everything go so much more smoothly.

You married in a temple, an hour away from the city. Jaehee and you met at the altar simultaneously, and held hands over vows. You could see her tearing up for the first time ever.

The reception was held in a small park nearby, where a light catering was offered underneath a large tent, along with several chocolate fountains and bottles of expensive champagne. Jaehee really wanted to avoid a huge social event, since her past job at C&R required a lot of boring business events. So after speeches were delivered and everyone had their fill of chocolate and wine, you all barreled into your cars and zoomed back home for the afterparty, which was a lot more casual and involved blaring Zen’s musicals on the flatscreen while everyone played drinking games.

The two of you had a long and indulgent honeymoon spent traveling between Greece and Italy, doing everything from spa hotels to skydiving. You ended up with two album’s worth of pictures to remember it by.

--- Jumin ---

You might have thought he’d be pulling out all stops when it comes to the wedding, but the man’s a devoted Christian - even if he doesn’t show his religious side often, it was important to him that his holy union wasn’t too ostentatious.

But he’s still Jumin, so everything’s designer. The outfits, the catering, the decorations, the transportation, even the invitations sent out were on luxury emboss paper lined with real gold leaf. So your wedding actually begins a few days before it even starts, with a visit to a celebrity spa for a red-carpet all-over treatment, and then you spend hours getting your hair, makeup, and nails done.

Both the ceremony and the reception are held in a large, lavish hall. There’s a huge crowd of guests for business reasons, along with reporters and other representatives from the press, plus even some politicians. When Jumin takes your hand at the altar, there’s a literal spotlight shining on the two of you while the room grows dramatically dark.

So your wedding is kinda a publicized business event, which isn’t super ideal but Jumin tried his best to keep it as special as possible. He deferred to you when it came to almost all the decisions, such as the color scheme of the decor, and what kind of menu you wanted. Almost everything was based off of your preferences, which is what Jumin wanted. He desired nothing but you as his spouse, and that’s what he was getting.

Jumin rarely ever gets overly emotional, including at his own wedding, but for the rest of the evening he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and whenever you turned your head your new husband was smiling, absolute adoration in his eyes.

The honeymoon is a worldwide tour, of course. With cruises, five-star hotels, attending operas, and dining at the most famous places.

--- Saeyoung ---

He’s free from the agency and Mint Eye both, and he has you with him. He never been be happier, or feel more free than he ever did. So the wedding reflects it; it’s held outside, by the sea, lightly managed so there’s almost no schedule to adhere to.

It’s super important that he makes his vows to you under god. So it takes some digging until he finds an actual church that’s within a short distance from a gorgeous beach. The two of you marry under brightly lit stained glass windows before hopping into one of his sports cars and race to the reception area. The other guests have to catch up.

He cries at the ceremony, of course. He eventually leaves his glasses off because his eyes keep welling up. He recites from the bible. You can feel his hands shaking.

And at the reception, it’s p a r ty time. There’s music playing and a very important playlist is playing that the two of you made beforehand. The catering is seafood and barbecue. There’s very little alcohol, and lots of dessert.

It’s a smaller crowd of guests, but that’s what made it so special. You all played at the beach with spontaneous games of badminton, or dunked yourselves into the beach then running off laughing, and joked amongst yourselves for hours, long after night came around and the area was lit up with Saeyoung’s jacked lighting system.

The honeymoon is spent in South Korea, in Jeju-do where the two of you go on sunny car rides along the cliffs, go spelunking in gorgeous caves that light up like the universe, and stay in a traditional bathhouse.

--- Saeran ---

Saeran will always and forever adore the ‘princess’ aesthetic on you. When you two first met, his Ray alter embodied and obsessed over it, but nowadays he simply enjoys the magical romance of a fairytale love story. It reminds him of his longing daydreams when he was younger, and how it all eventually came true.

It’s an evening wedding, held in a hotel banquet hall, planned and catered by an expensive company he and his brother both shelled enthusiastically to purchase. He didn’t really know anybody aside from the RFA and you, and only made like one or two other friends since beginning recovery. So you invited all your friends and family you knew would support the two of you, and it turned out to be an intimate but loving crowd.

SOOO many flowers. Bouquets dot the walls, sit at every table, and line the isle. And Saeran beforehand prepared your bridal bouquet himself. It was a very carefully crafted arrangement that masterfully relayed a thorough message of love, commitment, and family.

Saeran’s quiet but surprisingly calm. It’s just ... pure happiness. He’s every bit a prince when he takes your hand at the altar. This wedding marked more than the beginning of your union, it was evidence that his life was good.

He wasn’t super enthused about traveling anywhere for the honeymoon, and wanted to spend the time alone with you at home, where its safe and familiar. But you convinced him that an extreme change of scenery can do wonders for his depression and anxiety. So the two of you spent an amazing twelve days in Canada, where he got to experience a world he’d never seen before. He took really well to hiking, which turned out to be a great low impact exercise option for his frail physical health.

--- Jihyun ---

The reception’s held outside, by the Suncheon Bay area - a beautiful national wetland park with amazingly unique scenery and wildlife. The ceremony beforehand is held inside, and its short and sweet with custom vows.

He’d want a Catholic wedding if it’s okay with you, or if not, a fusion wedding where the vows aren’t religious but its overseen by a pastor, or something like that.

As a photographer, he’s surprisingly anal about the timing of the event. There has to be the perfect amount of natural sunlight during the wedding. So the ceremony is held in the late morning, then he quickly urges you outside where beautiful pictures are taken of the two of you standing amidst gorgeous nature.

There’s a surprisingly big crowd. Jihyun is a popular man, so aside from the RFA there’s his various art friends, his other friends, his older friends, not to mention your own friends and family. His father does show up, but it’s sadly stilted.

He’s worldly and artsy, so the banquet is multicultural, with lots of his personal favorites he’s experienced from around the world. You notice a lot of french bread.

And don’t forget, he’s a rich boy! So everything’s quality stuff. You don’t have to worry about expenses with him. He’s not ostentatious to the level of Jumin, but he’s still got a packing wallet.

The honeymoon is spent touring Central America, which he particularly loves for its blazing sun and colorful culture. You split the trip between luxury all-inclusive resorts, and countryside roughing it.

#mystic messenger imagines #mysme imagines #mystic messenger #mysme #zen mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyong choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim

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lindalevanimamm · 3 years

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Reality- Chapter 9

I spent most of my days the same. I would talk with some RFA members, watch anime, and slowly explore this new universe. Saeyoung was right, most everything was the same. It’s a bit disappointing, but also nice that it’s not a huge adjustment. Today I woke up excited, but also nervous. It’s Sunday, the day I’m going to meet all of the RFA members. Everyone is going to be there. I checked the time, I had about an hour and a half to get ready. I sat in front of my closet. I really should have gone and bought something, I don’t have anything cute. I destroyed my room looking for something to wear. I finally settled on a simple outfit. I also decided to put some makeup on. I rarely wear it so I’m not very good, but I want to make a good first impression. I sat down in front of my mirror and began. I hope today goes well. Actually, I hope I don’t get too anxious and awkward. I don’t really know any of them, but they all know each other. I want to fit in with them. This is my chance to finally make some friends. They won’t care about you, no one does. I sighed. There’s that stupid little voice. It’ll be fine. I’ll act like everything is normal. I’ll act like I am happy and excited for everything. Not how incredibly scared I am about living in this new universe. I need to figure out what I’m doing. I can’t stay here and mooch off of Saeyoung forever. I need to either get a job, or work on a way to go to school. I can’t depend on him forever, he’ll leave eventually too. No. He wouldn’t. Why am I acting as if we’re together? I barely know him, he can’t leave me when we’re nothing. I hope I at least make one friend out of today. What do friends even do? Will they even want to be friends with me? I heard my doorbell ring, startling me a bit. I looked at my phone and didn’t realize how much time had passed. I quickly got up to answer the door. Saeyoung had offered to pick me up and take me to Jaehee’s coffee shop. Probably for multiple reasons. Reason one, I don’t have a car here and I refuse to let Saeyoung just give me one. Reason two, it’s a long walk from here and there isn’t a bus stop close. Reason three, I don't think Saeyoung would trust me to drive after the whole ticket incident a few days ago. I opened up the door and smiled. “Hey Saeyoung! Give me just one more minute and I’ll be ready to go, you can come in!” I moved back inside, letting him in.

“Hey (Y/N)! And take your time, I got here a bit early,” Saeyoung replied.

“Is Saeran coming today?” I yelled across my apartment. Where did I put those shoes?

“He is. He’s waiting in the car right now,” he yelled back. Seriously where in the world?

“I’m glad!” I continued to tear apart my room to find the shoes I wanted to wear. Ah, there they are. I grabbed the shoes from off the floor and stood up, of course hitting my head on the shelf on the way up. When I hit it, it also knocked off a few books that landed on the floor making a lot of noise. “Ow,” I mumbled, rubbing my head.

“Everything okay (Y/N)?” I heard Saeyoung yell.

“Everything’s great!” I answered. I guess I get a little clumsy when I’m nervous. I put the shoes on and walked back to my living room. I smiled. “Okay I’m ready!” Saeyoung looked at me concerned. “(Y/N), what did you do I thought you said you were fine!”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. He ran over to me, reaching for my head.

“Your head is bleeding! Go sit down, I'll grab the first aid kit.” He dropped his hands and I laughed. “Why are you laughing?” he asked me.

“I don’t know! I guess I’m just a mess right now!” He shook his head and laughed. Saeyoung then went into my kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit. He was adamant that I should get one, and now I was glad he convinced me. I sat down on my couch. Wow I am so dumb. Seriously, who in the world hits their head on a shelf so hard that it bleeds?! Saeyoung came back and sat next to me with the kit. He opened it up, grabbing an alcohol wipe and band-aid. I giggled. So much for a first impression, everyone is going to notice a band aid on my head. I’m going to have to explain this to everyone. ‘Hi I’m (Y/N), and I was so excited and nervous to come that I hit my head on a shelf’. Saeyoung looked at me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just thinking about how it’s the first time I’m meeting everyone and I’m going to have to explain how much of a clutz I am,” I replied. Saeyoung smiled. He then brought the wipe to the nice sized cut I had gotten to clean it. I jumped when it hit the cut, it burned a bit. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He then got the band aid and put it on top. I saluted him. “Thanks doc!” He saluted back.

“Make sure you’re more careful out on the field soldier.” I giggled.

“Can we go now?” I asked. Saeyoung nodded. We made our way out of my apartment and to his car. We got in the car. “Hi Saeran!” I said after I got in. He replied with a polite hello, and we were on our way. We made small talk, or I tried to, I was more busy thinking about how this would all go. I was definitely excited, but also really worried. The three of us finally made it to the cafe. I smiled. It was such a cute looking shop. We all got out of the car and headed inside. Unfortunately for me, everyone was already there, so when we walked in I was overwhelmed by everyone. I just smiled through it. They each came up introducing themselves, and honestly I don’t remember what exactly each said to me, so I’m very glad I know their names already. I know I reluctantly explained why I had a nice sized band aid on my head and they all just laughed. Jaehee asked everyone for what they wanted, as if she were still working. They all told her, I offered to help her since there were a lot of drinks to make. We went to the counter and began. “It’s weird seeing you in person.” Jaehee stated.

“I feel that, but it’s nice as well.”

“I agree. By the way, you seem to know your way around the machinery, is there a reason why? Most people aren’t able to make these so easily,” she asked.

“Oh I actually worked as a barista for a few months in between school sessions,” I answered.

“Really? That’s so cool! I know this might be too much to think about right now with you adjusting, but if you need a place to work, or can’t find anywhere your welcome to start working here.”

“Seriously? Jaehee that would be amazing! I’ve been thinking that I needed to start working. Saeyoung is paying for the majority of my rent right now since the currencies between universes aren’t the same. I don’t want him paying it forever you know!”

“That sounds like Saeyoung. He’s changed a lot thanks to you. We all have. I would be honored to have you work here. We can talk more about it later.” Once we were done making the drinks, we went to the table everyone sat at and handed out the drinks. I took a seat in between Saeran and Saeyoung. Yoosung was next to Saeyoung, with Zen across from him and then Jaehee and Jumin. Conversation flowed easily between most of them. I felt really out of place. I didn’t know when to speak or what to say. I started to get wrapped up into my thoughts, getting a bit overstimulated from meeting everyone all at once. I’m being too awkward. They’re going to think I’m weird. They won’t want to be friends with me. Just say something, anything. Maybe this was a bad idea, this is a lot. I hadn’t noticed that I was looking down in my lap, until I noticed a hand make it’s way over mine. I looked up, surprised to see that it was Saeran’s. He smiled.

“It was hard and awkward for me at first too. Don’t think too much about it, they’re all nice. Do you need to get some air or anything?” he asked quietly, so that I would be the only one to hear him.

“Thanks, but I think I’m fine. I’m just overwhelmed you know?” I answered softly.

“Yeah. It took me a long time to be comfortable around this many people, but you got this.”

“Thanks.” Saeran moved his hand back into his lap, probably not wanting to make anything awkward. I felt better after our short conversation, like I wasn’t really alone. Someone else at least knew what it was like. My confidence rose and I began to talk more with the members. I became more of myself. It was nerve wracking, but I did it. I grew more comfortable as time went on. Soon we were all laughing and arguing.

“No. You are not going to bring that animal anywhere near me!” Zen yelled.

“Elizabeth the 3rd is not just an animal,” Jumin argued.

“Yeah! Elly is too cute to be called an animal, and (Y/N) wants to meet her so Jumin should bring her!” Saeyoung jumped in. I laughed.

“Well can’t she just go over to Jumin’s and meet her herself? Wait no. Nevermind don’t ever go there alone (Y/N),” Zen made his point.

“You really think Jumin would try anything?” I retorted.

“Unlike you, I am civilized,” Jumin stated.

“Nope. All men are beats.” Everyone laughed at that. Eventually the conversation made its way to RFA parties.

“What are we doing about them? Do you think we could have them outside of the game? Or would it be too hard?” Yoosung asked.

“I think we could.” Jaehee stated.

“Yeah, if everyone does the same thing we did before, it should be fine. My funds aren’t what they were, but it should still be feasible to hold a party,” Jumin added.

“Wouldn’t it be a lot more work for (Y/N) though? They’re still adjusting too,” Saeyoung asked, concerned. I thought about it for a moment.

“I think I can handle it if it’s not too soon. I might be a lot worse at it than what you want, but I can try!” I answered. So we all agreed to try having a fundraising party. We talked for a long time. We didn’t notice that we’d spent all afternoon at Jaehee’s shop. Jumin suggested that we all go out for dinner and drinks, which we all accepted. We all headed over to the restaurant. I rode with Saeyoung and Saeran again, the ride was mostly silent, until Saeyoung broke it. “Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)? We don’t have to go to dinner.” I smiled.

“I think I’m good, thank you though. It was a little overwhelming at first, but I feel a lot more comfortable now. I thought I’d feel more anxious than I do. It’s kinda weird actually,” I laughed.

“Well I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I know everyone was really excited to meet you, but we all wanted to make sure we didn’t push you too much.”

“Mmm, for once in my life, I’m actually having fun. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun with anyone in a really long time, maybe ever honestly.”

“Well, let’s hope the fun doesn’t stop here.”

“Gross” Saeran interrupted.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Get your mind out of the gutter geez!” Saeyoung retorted. I laughed at them. We all arrived at the restaurant and ate, continuing our conversations. Then we had the great idea to start drinking, maybe a bit too much. Saeyoung and Saeran both refused to drink for their reasons, but some of us were the opposite. I’m going to be honest, I’ve never drank so much in my life. I have no idea why I just kept drinking, but I did. Yoosung was just as bad. The two of us together was a bad idea, we were so loud. Jumin, Jaehee, and Zen were adults and drank a normal amount. “Shh!” Saeyoung chided Yoosung and I. The two of us broke out into laughter. I turned to Yoosung and whispered in his ear. “We, me and you, should ignore Saeyoung completely and just have fun. Who does he think he is? My mom? Nope nope nope.” Yoosung started laughing and I joined in. Then we both thought singing sounded like a lot of fun, so we sang our hearts out. “Alright, I think these two have had more than enough to drink. I’m going to take them home, before we all get kicked out,” Saeyoung had told the others. Saeran agreed. “While I’m at it I’m calling you three cabs.”

“Thank you Saeyoung,” Jaehee told him.

“Well I don’t wanna go!” I yelled at him, then pouted.

“Me either!” Yoosung agreed.

“Too bad, come on. Saeran can you grab one?” Saeyoung got a hold of Yoosung and started dragging him to the car, apologizing to the people around them on the way out.

“Don’t listen to him Yoosung! Don’t give in!” I yelled, pushing Saeran away from me.

“(Y/N) come on we need to go,” Saeran tried. I shook my head. “What if I make Saeyoung stop and get us all ice cream?” he tried. I thought about it. Ice cream did sound good…. “Promise?” I asked. He nodded. I agreed to go with him and stood up, or tried to. Saeran caught me and helped me walk out, saying goodbye to the other three, who wished them good luck handling myself and Yoosung.

I got into the back seat with Yoosung and smiled. “Guess what?” I giggled.

“What?” he asked. I took both of his hands in mine and smiled.

“Saeran said he would make Saeyoung get us ice cream!” I yelled. Yoosung’s eyes grew wide.

“Really? Saeyoung really?! We get ice cream now? Ooh I really want some! Please?” he whined. I joined in, the both of us whining for ice cream. Saeyoung turned and glared at Saeran. Saeran smiled and shrugged. “She wouldn’t come,” he defended himself. Saeyoung sighed. “Fine.”

“YES!” Yoosung and I screamed in unison. Saeyoung started the car and started driving to a nearby shop. I stared at Yoosung. More specifically his hair. “Let me braid your hair Yoosungiee!” I whined.

“Only if it’s done really well (Y/N), I can’t look like Saeyoung did it!” he protested. I laughed.

“Can Saeyoung not braid hair?” I giggled. Yoosung shook his head.

“No. He tried braiding his hair and mine and it looked like a two year old did it!”

“HAHAH Saeyoung can’t braid hair!” I yelled. The two of us laughed. Then Yoosung moved so I could braid his hair. I took a section and divided it into three, before beginning to braid. “Your hair is so soft!” I murmured. “What do you use? Tell me tell me tell me!” I begged.

“I don’t even know (Y/N)! I just get what’s cheap!”

“No way! That’s not fair! Why isn’t mine that soft then?” I pouted. He shrugged. I sighed and finished the braid. “Done!” I yelled.

“I wanna see!” I took out my phone and took a blurry picture of the braid and showed Yoosung.

“Ooh so much better than Saeyoung! My turn! I wanna try!” I giggled and moved so he could braid my hair. Before he could finish, Saeyoung pulled into a drive through.

“What kind do you two want?” he asked.

“Mmmm, strawberry like your hair Saeyoung!” I yelled.

“I want chocolate!” Yoosung yelled.

“Got it, now please be quiet so I can order,” Saeyoung begged. I giggled and looked at Yoosung. Time to sing. The two of us broke out into song again. Well half singing, there were a lot of laughs and giggles in the song. Saeyoung sighed and ordered. The poor worker barely got the order and brought it out. “Thank you, sorry about them,” Saeyoung told the worker. She smiled and took us to have a good night. “You too! You're doing God’s work, miss!” I yelled to her. Yoosung and I began to quietly eat our ice cream, until I noticed Yoosung crying. I gasped. “Oh no! Yoosung what’s wrong? Is your ice cream not good? Do you wanna trade?” I asked. He shook his head.

“No it’s just,” he sighed. “I should have done more to help her!” Yoosung went on to talk about Rika and how he felt he should have been a better cousin to her. By the end of his rant, both of us were sobbing. I told him all about how I always wanted someone like him and the RFA in my life and that I know he was good to Rika. The two of us were hugging each other and sobbing, meanwhile Saeyoung and Saeran were trying to decide what to do with us. “I don’t know if we should just leave these two alone,” Saeyoung stated.

“Then let’s just bring them to the bunker, there’s enough space,” Saeran offered.

“Would that be too much?”

“No, look at them.” They both looked back to see us sobbing in each other's arms. “I don’t think we could trust them to just go to bed if we brought them to their apartments.” Saeyoung nodded.

“Bunker it is then.” The rest of the drive was filled with Yoosung and I’s sobbs and words of comfort, or how we felt, I don’t remember. When we arrived at the bunker, Saeyoung and Saeran worked together to get us inside. Saeran brought Yoosung to a guest room to attempt to get him to go to sleep, while Saeyoung guided me to a room. I whined to Saeyoung that I didn’t want to be separated from Yoosung. “He’ll be fine (Y/N), he’s with Saeran. Now let’s get you ready for bed.” I frowned. Saeyoung went and grabbed one of his shirts for me to wear. He came back and handed it to me. “Go change?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Make me,” I challenged.

“I’m not going to make you change (Y/N), just please go.”

“What if I want help?”

“I’m not helping, that wouldn’t be appropriate. There’s a bathroom next door you can use.”

“Nooo, I don’t want to go alone.”

“I can wait next to the door?” he offered. I thought about it and sighed before agreeing. I went into the bathroom and changed. I came out of the bathroom, dressed just in his shirt and underwear. Saeyoung blushed and looked away.

“Ta-da!” I yelled and spun around.

“Thank you, now get in bed please,” he asked. I frowned again.

“I don’t wanna sleep, I’m not tired.”

“Yes, but believe me if you don’t go to sleep now you’re going to feel a lot worse in the morning.”

“You’re bossy,” I told him. He smiled.

“I only want you safe and healthy.”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” I waved him off and got into the bed, pulling the sheet over me.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” Saeyoung said before turning off the lights.

“Goodnight,” I replied, but I knew I was not about to go to sleep. I would pretend to sleep until Saeyoung went to sleep, then I’d have my way. Saeyoung and Saeran met up and confirmed that both Yoosung and myself had gone to sleep, so the two parted ways and went to sleep. The two were exhausted from my and Yoosung’s antics, little did they know we weren’t done. I waited until I heard both rooms close before I got up. I peeked out of the guest bedroom I was in. Coast clear. I tiptoed my way to the other guest bedroom I assumed Yoosung was in. I opened the door and peeked my head in. “Pssssst, Yoosung?” I whispered.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah!” I replied and walked in. I jumped onto the bed and flopped down next to him. “I don’t wanna sleep,” I told him. He sat up.

“Me either. Let’s see if they have anything to do here,” Yoosung proposed. I nodded. We found our way into the living room. I quietly turned on a gaming console, making sure the volume was down, meanwhile Yoosung had found a bottle of wine. He came back and giggled. “(Y/N)! Look what I found! I thought these two didn’t drink but it looks like we’re not done!” We sat down on the couch to play some games, while passing the bottle back and forth to drink. We tried to keep quiet, which was quite easy because one round into the game we both got sleepy. I took another sip of the wine before rambling out my feelings to Yoosung. And I mean all of them, I don’t know why. I talked about my anxiety, how depressed I felt, how I was questioning my sexuality, even my feelings for a certain redhead. After my sleepy ramble, Yoosung told his about how school was slowly killing him and how he’s not over everything that happened with Rika. Both of us were crying once again, in each other’s arms. Eventually we cried all the tears we had and fell asleep on Saeyoung’s couch. The game console was still on, the half empty wine bottle on the table, and snuggled up in each other’s arms.

Saeyoung’s POV (A/N: hehe)

I went to bed exhausted. Who knew the combination of (Y/N) and Yoosung would be like that? I didn’t expect (Y/N) to be so much like Yoosung. Just as I was about to be fully asleep, I thought I heard a noise. I quickly sat up in my bed and listened. It almost sounded as if....oh no, please tell me those two are not in my living room. I sighed and got up. I opened my door and saw a dim light coming from my living room. Ugh, those two are going to regret not going to sleep. I don’t want to act like their parent, but my gosh these two are like children when they’re drunk. I peeked my head around the corner, and sure enough (Y/N) and Yoosung were up and on the couch. I watched for a moment, and then realized what was happening. Some sort of heart to heart was going on. (Y/N) was pouring out their soul. I knew I shouldn’t have listened and I should have just walked away, but I couldn’t. It hurt when they started to cry about her depression. It hurt more when they were afraid people wouldn’t accept them if they came out. I wanted to walk over and give them a hug, but Yoosung was there. I honestly was a little jealous. I wanted to be the shoulder they cries on. I froze when I heard them begin to talk about me. My mind yelled at me to not listen, this is all private, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t believe my ears, they really like me like that? Yoosung then began sharing his feelings. I didn’t know he was struggling with all of that. I sat and listened to them cry for a while, felling complicated. I shouldn’t be jealous, (Y/N) even said that they have feelings for me, but their hurt and crying to Yoosung. I noticed that there was no longer any noise coming from the living room. I looked and saw the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms asleep. It hurt a bit. I hate myself for feeling this way, we’re all just friends. (Y/N) and I are just friends. I walked in and decided to get over myself. I grabbed a blanket and put it over the two. I found the wine I was saving for something special half empty. I sighed, but put the lid back on and brought it to the kitchen. I walked back and turned off the game console. Before walking back to my room, I looked over at (Y/N) in Yoosungs arms. I wish I were him, but at least they’re finding comfort in someone. While I’d love for them to be with me, as long as (Y/N) is happy, I can be happy.

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Sunrise - Jihyun/V x Fem!Reader Pt 2

I’m kinda iffy on this chapter; introducing things/people is always kind of strange.

Part 2: Light After Darkness

I don’t know why I even bother smoothing out my mint dress presentably when my date is literally a blind date. Mentally, I smack myself for making such remarks but pull into the driveway. My jaw drops. His house is much larger than I expected and definitely fancier than someone like me would ever be seen at. As I head for the front door, I begin to wonder how I ended up in this high-class world for a night.

My date answers the door. “Hello?”

“Hey Jihyun,” I greet. “You got a haircut.”

He gives a sheepish smile. “Yeah. Is it alright?”

“Yeah. It looks good.”

“Good. Now my outfit. Does it work? I kinda had to guess on what I’m actually wearing…” He’s got on a white tux jacket with a green shirt underneath and black slacks.

“You look great.” I step forward, tugging at the pink fabric around his neck. “But you didn’t even tie your tie.”

“Oops.” He seems a bit taken aback but lets me fix it.

“There. You ready to go then?”

“All set.”

And we’re on our way into the art exhibit. Stepping inside, we let the people know that the photographer is here and begin wandering about ourselves.

I awe at the starry print colored with purples and blues. “You really took all these?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he chuckles. “Not that I could actually confirm it. Why don’t you tell me what you see?”

“Like…What I actually see or what I think about it?”

“Either’s fine.”

“Well, it’s a picture of the sky over snowy mountains. You caught the Milky Way so clearly.”

He hums, “Ah, yes. I remember that one. That was a very cold weekend in Alaska.”

The words slip from my mouth before I can really think about it. “It looks like hope.”

“What?”

“Oh, uh.” I’d thought on this subject before, but never really shared my views of the symbolism before. To someone as artistic and in-depth as Jihyun, I’m kind of worried I might sound silly. “The sun is bright and warm and brings life, but only the sky is the limit when it shines. But in the darkness, when the sun rests, you can see beyond our sky into space, where there are endless possibilities, if only we were brave enough to go.”

“So you think the sun holds us back?” There’s a note of something uncomfortable in his question.

“Not necessarily. The sun is comfort and stability; everyone needs it sometimes. But that doesn’t mean the darkness and the unknown are bad. And just because the sun disappears doesn’t mean it’s the end; it’ll come back. People endure moments of light and dark in their lives. We take moments of light to enjoy life and sort things out, but moments of darkness teach us lessons and give us opportunities to change, if that makes sense. There’s beauty in light and dark.” I press a hand to my mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m spouting nonsense.”

“No, that was insightful,” Jihyun disagrees. He sighs. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for when taking this picture. It was pretty to look at, but I felt like I was supposed to capture it for a reason that I didn’t understand.” He gives me a soft smile. “I hope that was the reason I took it, to inspire that hope.”

I nervously brush the hair from my face, but before I can say anything, I hear shouting.

“Yo, V!” I glance back to see a pair of red-heads and another man with silver hair, two of whom I already know.

“Luciel? Zen?”

“_____!” Luciel pulls me into a hug.

“Hey! ______! What are you doing here?”

Released, I wave to my date. “I was invited. And who’s this?”

Luciel slaps a hand against the awkward man’s back. “This is my brother, Saeran.”

I offer my hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m _____.”

He’s a bit suspicious but takes my hand. “Nice to meet you too.” He seems rather curmudgeon-y.

Luciel goes on. “And I should probably tell you, my name’s actually Saeyoung.”

“What?”

“Long story. And V! Good to see you out and about,” Luciel cheers.

He smiles. “Thank you for coming. So how do you know _____?”

“The production company I’m with hires her frequently for costumes,” Zen explains. “Her costumes are my favorite to wear. She made that one I was wearing when I was a pirate. You know, with the big hat.”

Jihyun rests a hand against my back. “You made that costume?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s also the one I was working on when I cut my hand open and then ran around my house like an idiot because I’d rather bleed out than dirty a commission,” I reply both sheepishly and proud.

Zen’s happiness fades to concern. “Oh yeah…You did have a lot of bandages on when you gave me that…”Jihyun looks extremely concerned.

“As for me, I found her on the internet and had to throw my money at her!”

“Luc-Saeyoung! Stop telling people that! You make me sound like a hooker!” I hiss, glancing around to see which people I’d have to avoid the rest of the night.

He snickers. “I trust no one else to patch my lucky jacket,” Saeyoung says.

“You mean the black and yellow one you wear all the time?” asks Jihyun.

“That’s the one!”

I laugh. “Pretty sure I’ve completely remade that jacket. So how do you know these miscreants?” I question Jihyun.

“Hey!” Zen objects. Saeyoung does not.

“They’re members of the R…Of a charity organization I’m part of.”

I brush off the hesitation. “Charity? I’m sorry but Zen’s broke and Lu-I mean Saeyoung’s always trying to find easy money,” I tease.

Zen does not object to that one. “Well you got us there.” Saeyoung shrugs.

“You’d be surprised how much effort they put into the charity parties,” Jihyun replies on their behalf before addressing the two. “Should I be expecting the others to show up as well?”

Saeyoung glances to his phone. “Jumin and Jaehee were coming after work. They should be here soon.”

Jihyun pauses. “And Yoosung?”

Zen shakes his head. “Yoosung’s not coming.”

I think I notice a hint of darkness cross Jihyun’s face, but change the subject. Only moments later, I notice another pair of people approaching: both very business looking. My heart stops; I know who the man is.

“Your photos are as impressive as always,” says the woman.

The man adds, “It’s nice to see you promoting your work again.”

“Thank you.” Subconsciously, I rest my hand on Jihyun’s arm. “This is _____ _____. _____, this is Jumin Han and Jaehee Kang.”

His silver eyes turn on me. “So you’re the woman who stole away my friend a few days ago. Are you alright?”

As a bundle of nerves, I shake Jihyun’s arm. “You let me take you away from JUMIN HAN! His time is worth more than everything I own!”

Jihyun rests his free hand on mine, a ‘don’t worry’ smile on his lips. “Relax. Jumin was able to rearrange his schedule and everything turned out fine.”

“She is right about my time being valuable,” Jumin deadpans.

“And yet you seemed all too eager to postpone your meeting and agree to me wasting it,” Jihyun replies. “I promise, _____, it’s fine. Also, sorry, Jaehee.”

The exhibit goes on and his friends eventually move on, but only after I thoroughly nag Saeyoung about lying about his name. I sit as moral support while Jihyun endures artsy chat and questions from visitors admiring his work. In between, we chat nonsense and eventually the exhibit ends.

“Thank you again for coming with me. It made the whole thing far more bearable,” Jihyun tells me as we amble down the sidewalk.

“It was fun. Except learning that I wasted Jumin Han’s time.”

He simply chuckles at me. There’s a jingle from my phone and I pull it from my purse to see if it’s important. Seeing an email, I quickly open it and scan the words. I’ve been waiting for this email for a week and it’s finally here. I stop walking and reread the message again to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

“Is something wrong?” He turns back to me.

“I got it,” I breathe.

“What’s that?”

Unable to contain my glee, I leap forward and squeeze him in a hug. “I got my loan! I can open a shop!” I reply. I’m so happy, I’m rubbing my face against his chest.

“O-Oh. That’s good.”

I pause and peer up at his face. There’s a blush working across his nose and he seems kind of uncomfortable. I immediately pull back. “Sorry! I should’ve asked before hugging you! I was just really excited!”

His chuckle eases some of my anxiety. “I can tell. And I don’t really mind the hugging, I just...That was the first time anyone’s ever hugged me.”

I frown. “What? No way. What about your parents or your friends?Though I can’t say I see Jumin Han as a hugger.”

He shrugs. “It’s true. I wasn’t exactly…friendly when I was younger, so I never let my mother hug me before she passed. And you’re right about Jumin. I’ve given them, but no one’s ever hugged me.”

“Oh...” I have no idea where to go from here.

Jihyun, on the other hand, is blushing again. “_____?”

“Yeah?”

He opens his arms to me. “Congratulations.”

I’m so glad he can’t see the blush nor the excessive giddiness on my face. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around his waist again, holding him tightly. His arms drape over my shoulders and all the tension in his body is released with his exhale. It feels like he’s desperate for this, as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life. “Thanks.”

“Shall we go celebrate with dinner? My treat.” I huff. “What?”

“You can’t pay for my stuff! I’m a big girl! I have a job! And a store now!”

His laugh rumbles through his chest and sends my heart soaring. I could stay here forever, listening to his ever-steady heart. “That’s right. A job playing dress up.”

“Excuse you, my clients are playing dress up. I’m an enabler. So rude,” I mock being insulted.

It could just be my imagination, but I swear his arms tighten and his face burrows a little deeper in my hair. “My apologies. Let’s celebrate.”

I resent the celebration as it means Jihyun’s arms leave me and I have to let him go. My only consolation is that I get to hold his arm as we head out in search of something to eat.

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waitingformessages · 4 years

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The RFA finds out that MC has decided not to attend the party and wants to leave the RFA (and them).

Before you read - I like to use references to the games in my writing, so SPOILER warnings, especially as this, is referencing the end of the game for each route. (Based on the Good Endings but with an obvious twist). I prefer to use the name `Seven’ instead of `Saeyoung’ unless he is being spoken to in his section. I hope that isn’t too confusing. I try my best to keep the characters in character, but I’m new to this, so I’m sorry if anything seems OOC. I take the nicknames the characters call you from the MC page of the wiki. Apologises as these are quite long, and Seven plays a semi-important role in each section(He goes into overly-protective friend mode which I love.) (expect in Jumin’s)

As Seven’s Ending does not involve the couple going to the RFA party, I have decided to make an alternative scenario for him:-

Seven’s reaction to MC who has decided to return to attend the party instead of helping him with the hacker (MC also leaves Seven)

I hope you enjoy reading, and any feedback is appreciated.

Jumin - The day was finally here, you turn in the bed and look up at the dress you had hung up when you returned to Rika’s apartment the night before. The dress was gorgeous, and the colour was sure to compliment you, just as Jumin had hoped. He had a team of designers to ensure that the dress was going to be perfect for you. You pulled yourself up from the bed and walked towards the dress. You knew that it was to be matching to Jumin’s suit, the main reason he had got the designer team to work on it, instead of allowing you to wear one of your own dresses. Your chest tightens at the thought of walking into the party and being noticed instantly as a part of a couple. You have just had a few hours to yourself, and you are not emotionally capable of dealing with the Jumin’s possessiveness and obsession of you, again. You could feel your head spinning, and a notification from your phone brings you back to your senses. A chatroom had opened, and everyone was there, chatting about how excited they were about the party. Your chest tightens again from the words Jumin was saying to you, you couldn’t understand why you were feeling this way. You thought you had feelings for him, but now your mind was rethinking your relationship with him. You continue to act excited along with the other members, but you felt uneasy when Jumin spoke directly to you. You quickly say goodbye and exit the chatroom, you take deep breaths of air to try to calm yourself down. You glance at the dress once more then make a decision. ; Jumin spoke with V and Seven about his plan to expose the Choi sisters, and his love for you. His constant glances towards the doorway of the party venue were obvious to the duo he was speaking with. Seven followed Jumin’s eyes and noticed Jaehee, with a clipboard with the guest list, he turns to Jumin “I’ll go check with Jaehee if (Y/N) has arrived yet, she might have snuck in.” Jumin gives Seven a nod before discussing with V his recent photographs. Jaehee flicks through the list looking for your name, after Seven’s request to do so. “I’m sorry, Luciel. She hasn’t arrived yet.” Seven glanced over at his shoulder, to see Jumin distracted by V, he slid his phone out of his pocket and looked at Jaehee. “I’m just going to check that she is ok, I don’t know how long that bossy woman will last, and Jumin’s plan really needs (Y/N) to work.” Seven gestures towards Glam Choi who was fixing Sarah’s hair, as he puts his phone to his ear. The phone rings out and reaches your voicemail, Seven tuts. “Is she not here yet?” Jumin had snuck behind Jaehee and Seven, his voice was different than his usual tone, hints of worry and hurt coming through as he spoke. The party was now chaos, as Jumin ordered Jaehee to try to contact you through the chatroom, Seven to track you to see what has happened and for ZEN and Yoosung to take turns in calling you. Jumin paced the area, trying to avoid eye contact with his father or his unwanted soon to be in-laws. V places a hand on Jumin’s shoulder which sets him off, yelling in a hushed voice that it’s V fault, and that you could have been taken by the hacker, that he should have not let you leave. Jumin tried to calm himself, to keep a respected reputation in front of the numerous paparazzi he had invited. ; You could hear your phone buzzing nonstop and you were getting sick of it, the notifications of someone in a chatroom desperately trying to get your attention and someone else calling you nonstop. You groan and decide to pick your phone, Yoosung’s name popped up “What is it, Yoosung?” A gasp could be heard down the phone “WHERE ARE YOU, WE ARE SO WORRIED. WE THOUGHT THE HACKER GOT YOU! JUMIN IS FREAKING OUT!” yelled the youngest member. You knew this was going to happen, Jumin would freak out about your lack of presence at the party, you couldn’t think of a response. What were you going to say? You have actually decided that the RFA is not for you? That you have fallen out of love with Jumin? It would be too much to expect Yoosung to explain to your ex-lover. You could hear a commotion from the phone, and another voice took over “My Love? Where are you, are you ok?” Your heart sinks as you hear the man you have spent the last couple days with, start talking. You feel awful that you couldn’t stay in love with him, you could tell how much he cared for you. “I’m so sorry…” you whisper into the phone, “I can’t do this anymore Jumin, I’m sorry, but I’m not coming. I want to leave the RFA, please let the others know.” You say before hanging up, not wanting to hear his response. You pull your legs to your chest and cry about the end of your short relationship with Jumin and the short time you had with the RFA.; Jumin keeps the phone to his ear, hearing the dial tone ring out, he was unsure what to do or say. The other RFA members were now looking at him, expecting him to say that you were running late or something. Jumin tries to speak, but no words could come out, he could feel a pain in his chest. Why was this happening, why did you say those things? “Hey, Trust-Fund Kid, tell us! Is everything ok?” Jumin swallowed hard, feeling his throat dry, “She’s not coming.” The members start to panic, asking if you were ok, were you sick, were you hurt? Jumin had grabbed a drink from a nearby waiter and finished it in one go. “She has quit, she decides that we… I am not enough for her anymore.” The RFA’s faces all drop in disbelief. “Ha, ha this must be another one of your jokes that no one understands right?” asks Seven, hoping that it was. “Unfortunately, that is not the case.” explains Jumin, he catches the eye of his father from the crowd of guests. “If you excuse me, I would like to return home. Assistant Kang, please apologise to my father, his guests and the paparazzi. I have suddenly become unavailable to stay at the party.” Jumin turns and leaves the venue without another word, heartbroken at your confession.

Seven - You glance out the car window as Seven drives towards a quiet area, to stop. He told you in passing that you needed to stop so that he could try to contact the agency and Vanderwood to ensure they knew they had the wrong twin and that his brother would be safe. The drive was silent, and you were alone with your thoughts, you were thinking about the party and how you were desperate to not miss it. You had spent a long time, emailing all the guests, chatting with the other members, you had even picked out your outfit! But now you were in a car driving further and further away from the party’s venue. You sigh loudly as you think about all that you will miss. The sigh gains the attention from Seven, he leans over to squeeze your hand, which makes you jump. You smile weakly then glance at your lap, where your phone was laying. Your phone had lit up, highlighting a notification, a quick unlock of the phone shows that a chat room has opened up and the other RFA members were talking. You hesitated to join as you knew they would be eagerly discussing the party, the one you could not attend. “Don’t worry” you hear from a voice beside you, “If you enter it, they won’t know you are there. I had to disable some things on your app and phone. To make sure no one can track us.” You shrug your shoulders, what else were you expecting from him? You open the messenger, and as you expected, they were discussing the party. You felt uneasy as you were able to spy on their conversation and that none of them could acknowledge your presence. You had shaken off Seven’s hand to move your phone closer to your face. He seemed confused by your action but didn’t say anything about it. You look at him at the corner of your eye as you pretend to read the chatroom. He seems so different, Seven in the chatroom was so bubbly and talkative, and now he is serious and silent, it’s weird and not in a good way. The last member leaves the chatroom, and you quickly leave as well. You lay the phone back onto your lap and throw your head back into the seat, closing your eyes. “Angel, are you ok?” you hear your `boyfriend’ ask. You nod, keeping your eyes closed, you imagined yourself at the party. Greeting all the guests and talking away to the other members, you have been desperate to meet for the last eleven days. However, the red-haired boy was not in your fantasy, you were by yourself, enjoying the party. You smile at your thoughts, you imagine yourself chatting about video games with Yoosung, musicals with Jaehee and ZEN, and Elizabeth with Jumin. You try to imagine the person next to you, at your make do party as well but it was useless, you just couldn’t picture him there. The car suddenly stops, waking you from your dream, you look over to Seven who had his head on the car wheel. “I… I better try to contact the agency. I hope they haven’t done anything to Saeran.” he mumbled, you try not to groan at the situation. You really did not want to be chasing after his long lost brother, the drama of the whole thing was too much for you. You give a faint smile to Seven as he turns to face you, obviously bothered by your silence. “Are you sure you are ok? Did something in the chatroom upset you?” He asked worriedly. Were you going to confess to him? That you want to go to the party? That you didn’t really care about reuniting his family, that you were having a hard time talking to him without regretting your choices? You shake your head, he sighs and leans over to kiss your cheek. “I won’t be long, please stay inside. I can’t let you hear the conversation, classified, you know?” he smiles at you. You reply to his `joke’ with a half-assed laugh, which you could feel him looking through. Seven picks up a bag containing a laptop and exits the car. You lay back and wiped your cheek, you look through the window at him. You fell for the Seven in the chatrooms, the one who made jokes and liked to prank everyone. The person standing outside the car was not the same man. You look at your phone, you knew everyone else was preparing for the party so would be unavailable to talk to. Still, you try anyways, the last member’s voicemail hits your ear as the car door opens. The phone is quickly turned off, and you look at Seven as he sits down. “Well, it’s done. I’ve warned the agency that they don’t have me and if they don’t be careful with him, I’ll expose their secrets.” You stare at him, you had to tell him. You just had to explain where your mind is at. “Saeyoung…” He quickly turns and smiles at you “I love it when I hear you same my real name.” Crap, you look at the floor. The courage you once had was fading. “Um… I was just wondering, what do you think is happening at the party?” You could hear him shuffle about and play around with the radio. “A broadcast should be playing about the party any time now.” You stare at the radio, and you could feel yourself start to cry. You quickly try to wipe your tears away. “Oh, no. What’s wrong?” Seven asks before placing his hand on your back and rubbing it, in a way to comfort you. You start mumbling nonsense to him about how much you want to be there and that you don’t want to be here in the car with him, and that you don’t have feelings for this `version’ of him. You mumbled in an attempt to make your words unrecognisable to him to hear. But as the hand stopped rubbing your back, you could tell he could understand what you said. You squeezed your eyes shut, awaiting a response. You could hear the car starting up and the car speeding away. The two of you sat in silence during the drive, you open your eyes and notice that you were entering the city again. “What… why are we here, Saeyoung?” you asked confused that you were not in the mountains anymore. Seven sighs “You said you didn’t want to help me, remember? You want to attend the party. The least I could do is drive you there.” You turn to him, as the car stops, seeing that he had tears running down his face. “I’m sorry, that this is how it ends.” you say before opening the car door. Seven nods in response. He quickly leaves as soon as he sees you run into the party venue. The radio announcing Jumin’s speech “...they gathered the courage to go after the truth, Saeyoung Choi and….” Seven quickly turned off the radio, wiping away his tears as he drove back to where he could find his brother.

Jaehee - You look at yourself in the mirror once before, playing with your hair thinking what to do with it. Your mind races to the night before, the argument between Jumin and Jaehee got to you. You remember that V, Seven and ZEN were worried as well, something about the hacker, which made your nerves heighten. Your head lay against the mirror, desperate for your mind to be at ease. The whole situation with the RFA was getting too much, you had to have time to yourself, time to deal with your issues. You tried to be there for Jaehee, you knew that she was stressed from work Jumin was putting her through, but you were hoping that she would be there for you as well. You could hear your phone notify you of a chatroom, a sigh escapes your lips as you go towards your phone to attend the chatroom. Yoosung and ZEN start chatting with you about how excited they were about the party and the drama that occurred the night before. You try to reassure the members that everything was ok, your heart drops when Seven jokes about Jaehee, now being unemployed. You couldn’t believe that this happened that you had encouraged it. You act excited and quickly leave the messenger, your head spinning even more. You just need a couple minutes, hours, days even to reflect on your actions, to take a breather and focus on yourself. Your outfit hangs at the wardrobe in front of you, haunting you of the event to come. You stand and remove the outfit from its place. ; Yoosung looked around the room, trying to find a name tag that had your name on it, he came up blank and approached ZEN in the hope that he has seen you. “Hyung, have you seen (Y/N) yet?” ZEN shook his head to Yoosung’s disappointment. Yoosung had seen Jaehee earlier who had mentioned how excited she was to meet you, this was going to crush her. The duo decided to split up and try to find you once more before notifying Jaehee about your lack of presence. They had bumped into Jumin during their search, who also was determined to meet you. The members start to panic, hoping that you were safe. ; You sigh as you move the last of your items into a bag, you were prepared to leave Rika’s apartment, return to your home and put this whole thing behind you. Yes, you were going to miss the RFA and your new friendships with them, especially Jaehee, but you couldn’t handle taking on their stressful worries. It was negatively affecting you, and you needed to be selfish. You could feel your phone buzz in your pocket, you had changed the app settings to vibrate, so the noise of notifications did not distract you or change your mind. You contemplate if you should answer the phone or not, you could feel your face become wet from tears. You pulled the phone out and answered. ; Jaehee frantically looked around the hall, ignoring the other member’s telling her that you haven’t arrived yet. She spots Seven chatting to a small group of guests and bolts towards him, if anyone could find where you were, it would be him. “Luciel!” she hissed in his ear, gaining his attention. “Jaehee! Let me introduce you to…” Seven says ready to gesture to the people in front of him “I apologise, but I need to speak to you urgently. In private!” Jaehee says, pulling at his arm away from the noisy party scene. Seven smiles at her, ready to make a joke at her eagerness to get him alone, but stops as he looks at the worried expression on her face. “What’s wrong, Jaehee?” he places a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Jaehee sighs before explaining that you haven’t arrived yet and it’s been at least two hours since the party has started. Seven rubbed Jaehee’s shoulder as he pulled his phone out of his pocket so that he could track where you were. “I’m on it, don’t worry. I’ll find her. It might take a while, so go out and mingle.” He gestures with his phone towards the crowded hall containing the guests and RFA members. “Look, I can see ZEN talking to Jumin. You might need to save him, we don’t want any drama.” Jaehee faintly nodded and walked into the hall, leaving Seven to try to find your location. ; “Hi Seven, what’s up?” you ask, after seeing his picture appear on your phone. “Care to explain why you are still at Rika’s apartment and not here at the party?” His voice was serious, which brought chills down your spine. “Um…” you try to think of the right words to say. How can you explain that you decided to not attend the party, you have actually decided to leave the RFA and Jaehee behind. Seven grew impatient on the other end of the call. “Why are you not here! We are all waiting for you! Jaehee is waiting for you! Can you not understand how worried they are about you!” His harsh tone makes you jump, and you can feel yourself start to cry even more. “I’m so sorry…” you hear a commotion from the phone and another person speak down the phone. ; “Oh my! You are ok, oh thank god, What’s happened, has there been an issue?” Jaehee asks after taking the phone from Seven despite his protests. She paces back and forth, awaiting a response from you, she nibbles at her lip in worry that something serious has happened. “Jaehee…” she hears from the phone which snaps her out of her thoughts. “Yes, I’m here! Are you ok?” Jaehee replies in a rushed voice, she looked at the crowd, the place felt empty without you and Jaehee could feel the glares from Jumin burning into her soul. “I’m not coming. I’m sorry.” Jaehee held a breath unsure what to do with the news “It’s ok, I hope you are safe. I have something important to ask you. I would have preferred to ask face to face…” she says ready to tell you about her plan for the future with you. “Jaehee…I’ve always decided to not stay in the RFA. This is just not for me. I’m sorry, but I need to go.” The phone disconnects and Jaehee stares at it in disbelief. Seven stood awkwardly beside her, “What happened?” Jaehee handed the phone back to Seven, ignoring his question. She looked at the key in her hand, the one that was for the new coffee shop that you both were going to own. Jaehee’s hand trembles at the thought of her confidence and dream fading away, she glances at the crowd and spots Jumin. She prepares herself to beg for her job back and leaves Seven in the hallway.

Yoosung - You hear your phone on the table next to the bed, wake you from your slumber. The sound of a chatroom notification hits your ear, and you groan. Today was the day of the party, and you felt awful, you were worried about Yoosung from the night before. He sounded strange during phone calls and his lack of presence in the chatrooms the day before worried you. You hoped that he would be in the new chatroom to put your mind at ease, but you were wrong. You chatted with the other members, but the back of your mind kept worrying about Yoosung and your current `relationship’ if you could call it that. You thought he was stupid for running off with Seven to try to expose the hacker, but he wanted to prove himself. “How reckless” you mutter as you continue to converse with the other members, now wishing the conversation would end so you could return back to sleep. You glance up at the dress you had chosen to wear to the party when you excited a couple of days ago. But now it was a reminder of the dreadful night to come, another groan escapes your lips as you return to your phone and said goodbye to the RFA. You were prepared to put your phone back down and fall back to sleep when you noticed a phone call from Yoosung coming through. Your fingers having a mind of their own answer the call which you originally wanted to ring out. You leave the phone in your hand for a moment, as you hear Yoosung talking down the phone trying to get your attention. `Fake it’ you thought, you wanted to get the call over quickly and taking your time to answer him will not achieve that. During the phone call, you act excited about the party and listen to him talking about how much he loves you. You grimace in response and quickly end the call. You sigh and put your head in your hands, the first couple of days of the RFA was amazing. You were enjoying the attention you were receiving from all members, especially Yoosung, who seemed to have fallen head over heels for you. But now you wished you never helped that stranger, that you ignored the messages and continued on with your normal life. Emailing the guests was stressful, the mention of Rika burdened you and having to keep up with Yoosung was exhausting. You needed a holiday from it all. Yes, you wanted to attend the party and marvel in all your hard work, but then you would have to encounter all of the RFA members and hear stories about past parties with Rika. You hated the comparison, they all acted like they knew you weren’t her but still compared you to her. It drove you crazy. You felt like screaming; instead, you stood up from the bed and stormed over the dress. ; Jaehee was standing at the entrance of the party, waiting for the newest member to arrive. It has been about half an hour since the party began and almost all the guests have arrived. She flicked through the guest list once more, just in case she missed you before handing the list to a staff member so she can join the party. Seven was acting strangely and was keeping eyes on the entrance, only nodding along to Jumin and ZEN’s conversation, much to the actor’s disappointment. Your lack of presence was noticeable to all of the members and the guests were asking about the `kind person who emailed them’. It wasn’t until V came up to the trio of members that the panic sank in. “Is (Y/N) here yet?” V said nonchalantly. Questions about V’s eyesight and where was Yoosung were thrown back and forth, but V just repeated his question. “Um… no, she hasn’t arrived yet.” answered ZEN, which gained the response of a sigh from V. “I better notify Yoosung. He wanted to make a romantic gesture, but there is no point in starting it now if she hasn’t arrived.” V was about to turn around as Seven catches his arm “Wait, Yoosung is here? What about his eye?” the first words Seven spoke all night, came out shaky. V ignored the question as the other members started to ask Seven what he meant by that statement. V had suddenly started walking back to Yoosung which triggered the other members to follow, including Jaehee who had listened in to the conversation. ; Yoosung sat at a table furthest away from the party’s entrance, his hands slightly shaking from his nerves. Every now and then he would touch this bandages to make them they haven’t moved and would wince at the pain. He could see from the corner of his eye that V was returning, Yoosung prepared to hear the news that you had arrived and rose from the table. “Oh my god. Yoosung!” he heard, he gazed behind V to see the RFA members. He smiled weakly and tried to hide his bandages with his hand, hissing to V “This wasn’t the plan! (Y/N) wasn’t supposed to see me yet!” The RFA glanced at each other, unsure how to tell Yoosung that you were not here yet. “Yoosung, (Y/N) hasn’t arrived yet.” replied Jumin, as the other members nodded. Yoosung chuckled assuming it was a joke until he glanced at the group in front of him. He noticed their sad faces and that you were not with them. He was sure that they wouldn’t have left you behind yourself, so it had to be true. Yoosung stumbled back into the chair he was previously sitting at, the other members worried that he had hurt himself. “Why… Why isn’t she here yet? She said she was coming. She was so excited.” He mumbled to himself, before looking up at the other members “Why is she not here?” His eyes snapped shut as he spoke, which gained another wince coming from his mouth. V instantly turned to the RFA members and decided to find out where you were. Seven was instructed to track you down, Jaehee and ZEN were instructed to try to call your phone while Jumin was in charge of checking if you were online in the chatroom. V sat next to Yoosung as the chaotic scene played out before them. He hesitated to place a hand on Yoosung’s back, but as he saw Yoosung soften under his touch, he started to rub it, to try to comfort him. Yoosung placed his head in his hands, his mind going crazy at thoughts of why you were not at the party. ; You were sitting in the back of a taxi when you could hear your phone going crazy in your pocket, the driver made a noise of annoyance. You apologise as you pull the phone out, embarrassed by the noises it was making. ZEN’s name popped up on the phone, you quickly hit ignore but as soon as you did that Jaehee’s name popped up. You continue to reject the calls that were coming in until you see another name join the callees. The option to reject was suddenly unavailable which you gasped at, you were forced to answer this person. “Hello?” you say, you could sense the fear in your voice which gains a raise of the eyebrow from your driver, you turn away from him. If you were going to get yelled at, you didn’t want this stranger to see you cry. “How dare you!” replies the voice, it was rough and penetrating to hear. You wanted to challenge the person on the phone, but you knew better to start arguing with them. “Nothing to say, huh? Figures. Explain this to me (Y/N), I can see that you are nowhere near the party. You are not even near the apartment. Where are running away to?” Seven’s voice pierced through you, and you wince at his words. “Oh, no! Did I hurt you? Boohoo. You’ve done the same to all of us!” You couldn’t just sit there, you had to defend yourself, but how? “Seven, just shut up! You have no idea what I’m going through right now! I didn’t want to be in the stupid RFA, I didn’t want to take on Rika’s futile job, and I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Yoosung! I didn’t want any of this!” You take deep breaths and wait for a response from the hacker, ready to continue this fight. ; Unknown to you, Seven had the whole conversation from the start on speakerphone, and the rest of the RFA had heard your whole conversation. After you rejecting Jaehee’s and ZEN’s calls, they decided that when you did answer, they would put it on speaker to ensure you were ok. They were not expecting your outburst. Gasps from all the members could be heard on the phone, and they all looked at Yoosung who was now distraught. Yoosung, who had tears rolling round his face, picked up the phone. He walked away from the other members and took you off of speaker “Sweetie? I’m sorry you feel this way.” His voice cracking as he spoke. “I’m sorry you were forced to join us…We didn’t realise how draining this was for you... We… I’m sorry.” Yoosung brushed his hair out of face as he looked back at the other members who all had worried looks on their faces. “You know that I love you. I hate for you to leave like this…” Yoosung was going to continue until he heard the dial tone ring out from the phone. His face fell as he realised you had hung up on him, his lips now trembling to try to keep any sobs from escaping. He turned back to the other members and requested to be taken back to the hospital.

ZEN - You lean against the bathroom sink, hoping to calm your nerves for the event that was going to start soon. You had convinced ZEN that you should return to the apartment before the party so you could get ready, but honestly, it was because you needed to rethink things. ZEN seemed a little hesitant to let you go back, especially as he was nervous that the hacker could return. You splashed cold water in your face, in an attempt to calm yourself. You enjoyed ZEN’s company when you were at his apartment, but now that you have returned, you had realised how dramatic his situation was. The social media thinks he’s this awful person because of Echo Girl and you didn’t want to be involved with that. : ZEN had entered the venue without you, narrowly missing the mixed crowd outside. A large crowd of Echo Girl fans, paparazzi and his own fans had gathered and made it slightly difficult to get inside. He was glad that you had decided to arrive by yourself after seeing the chaos he had created, other guests had their pictures taken of but did not receive the same verbal treatment that ZEN had. Awful thoughts of what they could have said about you entered ZEN’s mind, which he quickly tried to ignore. He searches the hall looking for you, wanting to meet up with you to ensure that you were ok, you seemed a bit strange the night before, especially as you suggested doing back to the apartment. ZEN spots Jaehee talking to staff members for the event, so he decides to check in with her about where you were. “Jaehee!” ZEN said as he approached her, she turned quickly and smiled at him “ZEN, you have arrived! You look handsome as always. I’m sure (Y/N) looks gorgeous too.” ZEN could see the twinkle in Jaehee’s eyes as she examines his outfit. “Ha-ha, thank you. Speaking of (Y/N). Has she arrived yet?” Jaehee stared up at him, confused, “What do you mean? She told me she was coming with you?” ZEN assumed that you forgot to tell Jaehee about your decision last night so started to clear up the mistake and explain that you were arriving by yourself. “Huh…” Jaehee began, flicking through the guest list in front of her. “She didn’t mention this, this morning. She actually confirmed that you were attending together.” ZEN’s eyes widen, why would you tell Jaehee that? His mind races, thinking that something happened the night before that you disliked making you say that. “She hasn’t arrived yet, I’m sorry ZEN. I need to return to my post. I’ll notify you as soon as she arrives.” Jaehee says, pulling him out of his thoughts. ZEN frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket and calls your number, praying that you will answer. The phone goes to voicemail which makes him panic, ZEN starts to phone someone else to get advice. A ring could be heard behind him, “Huh. Zenny, don’t you think it’s rude to call someone who is attending an important event? Especially if they are right behind you?” Seven’s voice says both through the phone and from behind ZEN. ZEN turned quickly to face Seven. The desperation on his face becoming evident to the hacker. “Woah… are you ok?” ZEN ignores Seven’s question as he stumbles for words. “I… I need your help.” ; You could hear your phone making noises from the next room, you place the plate you were washing on the drying rack and leave to find your phone. You were preparing to leave Rika’s apartment but didn’t want to leave it a mess, you weren’t sure when the next time someone would enter it, and you didn’t want the place looking disgusting. Your phone lay on the coffee table, and it was going crazy. Suddenly a high pitch squeal escapes it, you scream and cover your ears. What the hell was wrong with it? You grab it to see a notification of someone calling you, you hesitate to answer it but prayed it would stop the awful squealing noise. “Hello?” You sigh as you hear the noise disappear, that was a weird glitch, you had to be sure to get that fixed once you leave. “Oh, it’s so nice of you to pick up.” The voice on the other end of the call was recognisable but seemed so cold you couldn’t pinpoint who it was. “My phone was in another room, I apologise.” You reply, sure that you knew this person. “That’s strange. Shouldn’t you be on the way to the party?” You suddenly figure out the voice, it was one of the RFA members, scratch that, it was Seven. You wanted to hang up the phone and turn it off so that you didn’t need to hear the discipline you will receive. “Seven, I told you to hand the phone over if you could connect the call. Don’t be so harsh with her!” You could hear another voice talk and take the phone off of Seven, oh thank god… “Princess, has something happened? Are you still coming.” You start shaking as you hear the last person you wanted to talk to on the phone, speak. You could deal with telling Seven the situation and him getting mad at you, but could you really break the news to ZEN? It would crush him. “Yeah… I’m fine” You lie, trying to buy yourself time to think of the proper way to tell ZEN why you weren’t attending. You hear him sigh on the other end of the call. “Oh thank god, I thought the hacker got to you or something. Are you on your way?�� You had little time to think, but you couldn’t lie anymore to him, you whisper out a response of “No”. You could feel yourself shake even more, and tears fall from your face. You didn’t want to tell him, not now when he should be enjoying the party. ; ZEN’s mind was racing, he was thankful that you were safe, but now you were acting strange. “Are you sick? Do you need me to come to take care of you?” He said, getting ready to leave the party to come to support you. “No… I’m fine. I’m not coming to the party.” ZEN looked over at the hall as you said that, catches the other RFA members mingling. “Can I ask why?” he said, unsure if he wanted to know the answer now. “I’ve decided to leave the RFA…” ZEN turns his back on the crowd so no one could see his tears which were forming “You… you can’t do that!” ZEN breathed down the phone, trying to calm his voice to not show any signs of sadness. “I’ve made my mind up. Please apologise to everyone for me, and please don’t try to track me down.” ZEN sobs down the phone instead of replying to your comment, unable to speak. “Goodbye, Hyun. I’ll miss you.” He hears you say before the dial tone rings out. ZEN stands in place confused about the scene that just played out, tears rolling down his face as he can feel his heartbreaking.

#mystic messenger #mysme #my writing #mysme fanfic #it took me forever to finish this cause i didn't want to write Yoosung's #I didn't want to hurt Yoosung like that :(#His is also the longest cause favouritism

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cinnbar-bun · 5 years

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RFA + V+ Saeran Acting As a Guardian to Teenage! MC

A/n: Have some headcanons to soothe the pain I just caused

Under the cut since it’s a long one! MC is about 16 in this one!

Also: might include some spoilers!!!

Yoosung

Finally, he wasn’t the youngest anymore!

He was so excited to meet you and honestly he was all sunshine and rainbows as he talked about how you were like a little sibling to him

So gushing and doting, he’s more of an older sibling than a parental figure, but he still does it so well

Always brags to his guildmates he has the best sibling ever, and he will fight (and lose horribly) to anyone who tries to say otherwise

Very concerned over you since you’re so young and caught up in the RFA’s mishaps.

So proud of anything you do, even getting out of bed makes him cheer for you

Always cooks for you, anything you want, he’ll make for you.

He won’t admit it until he’s at his worst- when the depression and the grief from losing Rika really gets to him- but he looks up to you. He kinda gets jealous of how young and talented you are (even if you don’t think so), and wishes to become better so you have someone actually worthwhile to look up to (in his mind).

He doesn’t seem to think that you like him, he still assumes he’s a bit of a nuisance and someone else could be better. You however, love him a lot and value his presence in your life. You don’t think you would’ve been as motivated without his help!

Sometimes he can get a bit irresponsible and you need to drag his butt to bed so he doesn’t game so much.

Taking care of you has been a roller coaster for both of you, but he still feels a lot better since you’re here. He has cut down on his bad habits and has slowly grown from his past issues.

If you talk about how you’re going on a date, he’ll cry.

“Waaaaaahhhhhh!!! How are you going on dates before I am????”

He’s supportive though, and makes sure your date actually cares for you. Probably the only one on this list you don’t have to worry about when saying you’re seeing someone

Zen

Okay so the first moment you met him on the messenger, you flipped out.

“ZEN??? AS IN THE ZEN???? JDSFJNAJGNLSJN OH MY GOD CAN YOU STEP ON ME?????”

Jaehee also feels you but outwardly tells you to relax

He goes full on dad mode. He immediately checks himself and everyone else, anything above a ‘g’ rating and he’s flipping out. No more flirting, no more swearing, no more smoking, he’s gotta be a father figure somehow.

Once he cools down, he finds that his paternal instincts come naturally. He is very easy to talk to and is easily your biggest supporter. He wants you to feel confident in yourself and see that he’s got your back no matter what happens, something he didn’t have growing up.

If you say you wanna act or join theater (especially if it’s because of him) he’ll just cry. He’ll sob about how his ‘child’ is the most precious thing in the world.

He’s a straight up PTA dad afterwards, always going to your school when he can and checking up on you.

All the mothers and teachers try to hit on him but he ignores them because his shining little star is there

He goes to all of your shows, all of your concerts, ANYTHING that involves potentially watching you do something, he is there in a second.

After anything, whether you give a speech or a finished a performance, he’s there with a large bouquet of flowers. He’s so proud of you and he feels so enthusiastic about you.

His narcissism drops about 200% because now he’s focused on you. His phone is full of pictures of you and your accomplishments, and after anything he makes sure to say it in the RFA messenger.

He’s really easy to have a heart to heart with because you’re his precious little angel and he’s just as (if not more) emotional as you.

HOWEVER!!! DO NOT!! I REPEAT!!! DO NOT MENTION DATING!!! THIS MAN WILL GO WALK UP TO WHOEVER YOU LIKE/DATING AND WILL GO INTO A FISTFIGHT WITH THEM.

He screams when you mention guys- ‘MEN ARE WOLVES!! THEY ARE HORRIBLE!! THEY ARE DISGUSTING DO NOT EVER DATE!! YOU ARENT ALLOWED TO DATE UNTIL IM DEAD AND YOURE 80!!’

Jumin

So, let’s cut to the chase, you REEALLy liked the fact Jumin was rich.

“Wow, so I DON’T have to starve everyday???”

Jumin is...not the most emotional at first. He is just getting used to having to take care of you so it will be a while before he opens up.

Jumin is great for when you want to rant or need to blow off steam. He doesn’t say anything and just listens to you. However, it’s horrible when you want emotional/physical comfort.

He tries, he really does, but since he grew up so detached with his emotions he immediately thinks you’re dramatic. It isn’t until Jaehee (and perhaps Zen too) step in and say how he can’t keep brushing off your feelings

So, he decides to try even harder and understand the enigma that is a teenage mind.

It’s difficult as shit

After a while, he begins to learn all your cues and patterns, and understands what you want when you need it. He can read you like an open book now and knows when he should give you space or step in and comfort you.

He’s actually really good at it

He is always pampering you to the extreme. You watch tv and muse, “cool... there’s a new video game out.” and forget moments later, he immediately walks in with over a hundred games and pre-ordered, deluxe gold editions of them.

He is the prime example of a father figure at this point, and all your friends get jealous.

He only gives you the best and will settle for nothing less. You are practically his own child at this point and like HELL is he gonna give you anything he discerns as not worthy.

He likes taking you out for nice strolls after you beg ask for you two to hang out. You always get excited at seeing a simple cafe or mannequin with a cute outfit, and he wonders at how nice it must be to be so innocent

Plenty of outlets had contacted him about you, but he makes sure your privacy is secure. He doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of you or getting too personal

But they do manage to capture snippets of you two walking, and some misunderstandings have occurred due to it

“Jumin Han is dating a minor!”

“Jumin Han has child after affair with mistress!”

He gets fed up with the rumors and explains right away that you are NOT his lover, and you are NOT his actual child. He lies and says you were the child of a good friend of his, because explaining what actually happened would be weird

He is one of the worst when you say you’re dating someone. He will hound his security guards to watch EVERYTHING you to do, and he WILL have 707 do a background check on whoever you are going out with.

“What are they doing?” “Uhhh...they’re eating.” “What about now?” “Still eating sir.” “Are his hands visible?” “Yes sir, he’s using them to eat a burger.” “B-burger? Where are they at?!” “McDonald’s sir...” “What kind of lousy date is this, why did (Y/n) accept this, does he think he’s good enough for my child with his peasant lifestyle???” “Sir...they’re 16????”

All in all, he’s trying to be a good father figure and guardian that he never really had growing up. But he’s so prideful at seeing how much you mature, and even though he’s blunt sometimes, he hopes you understand he loves you a lot.

He also tries dad jokes, but they’re so weird because obviously he rehearsed it and he says it so stoically that it makes it even funnies.

Jaehee

Jaehee is a sweet woman, and she is like your best friend and mother rolled into one.

She is so caring and considerate of your feelings, and is your number one supporter.

She may seem kinda stand-offish, and kind of annoyed because she’s already incredibly busy now she has to take care of someone else and-

Whoops now she’s in the PTA and runs it like a damn boss. She is all over your studies and fights the faculty if she feels the school is not running in tip top shape.

She gets exhausted a lot, as Jumin isn’t exactly the easiest boss to work for.

It was kind of hard at first, sometimes she wouldn’t come home until way after midnight, and she’d see your body passed out on the couch with a note on the table about how you tried to make her dinner.

Even though it wasn’t the best, knowing you tried so hard to stay up for her as well as cooking for her made the food taste even better than anything a five star restaurant could have made.

So she tries to make it up to you in any way she can. She’ll pick you up your favorite movie or snack on her way home, or even little cute gifts that reminded her of you.

She writes down any information she knows about you, and makes sure to write about your friends and teachers so she can keep up with you.

She gushes about Zen a lot, and you were a fan too, so you both would binge watch his movies and clips of him. ANY piece of media involving Zen was devoured by you two.

You two were constantly picking each other up and giving gifts, and when it was Jaehee’s birthday, you wrote her a letter about how much she meant to you and even got Zen to sign a poster for her!

It was also the first time you called her ‘mom’, and even though the Zen poster is proudly hung up in her office, she can’t help but smile at how you called her that.

She is a huge advocate of following your dreams. She does complain about how awful it is to work for Jumin sometimes, so she hopes to god you do something you love.

You also convinced her to start her own cafe! You helped her as much as you could, and she was just...so ecstatic.

Jaehee is easy to talk to, she is always prepared with good advice and comforting words.

Probably the second easiest to talk to about dating. She is hesitant at first because one, you’re young and stupid, and two, she just doesn’t trust people.

707/ Saeyoung

Okay, everyone in the RFA was hesitant to allow him to take care of you. They trusted him when it came to his work, but this was an actual human being. He could hardly take care of himself, how would he even take care of you???

Surprisingly, he’s an awesome guardian

A lot of them didn’t believe it at first and they were like ‘blink twice if he isn’t feeding you’ but you shrug and insist he’s great

He’s very nurturing and protective of you, and he sort of sees this as a second chance to make up for when he couldn’t help his brother.

He’s really good in the fact that he’ll allow you your space to grow, but he will step in if you’re out of line or in trouble

Will NOT hesitate to ruin someone’s life if they dare hurt you. He’s got connections and the prowess and like hell is someone gonna make his child cry.

Saeyoung is still as corny and crazy as he is in the chatroom, but in these instances with you, he means it a lot. He does anything he can to make you smile, even if it means he’d get hurt.

He is a lot calmer though with you, and his parental instincts kick in a lot more. The RFA was shocked to see him actually change some of his poor quality of life skills as a means to be a better guardian to you.

When he needs to go on a mission, he entrusts Jumin or Vanderwood to take care of you.

He never tells you about those dangerous missions, he only says he’s going to be at a conference out of the country.

He always makes sure to get you a souvenir or gift when he comes back from those trips.

Joy rides in his cars!! He loves to take you to the beach or sightseeing whenever he can.

He stills eats poorly, but it really makes him melt when you offer him some dinner you cooked for him. He started screaming and Yoosung (who was on the other end of the phone call) felt his ears bleed.

He gets so excited for your cooking, like he stops his work just to take a bite of your grub.

He hacks to get movies that weren’t even released to the public yet so you both could watch it on your downtime. He’s a hardcore softie though and you still have yet to see him shut up or not sob all over you as you two watch.

“You’re getting snot on me!!!” “I’M sorry it’s just....oh my god how could this even happen??????”

You accidentally called him ‘dad’ one time and he lost it. He was jumping for joy and hugging you in a death grip, screaming, “IM A FATHER!!!!!”

Oh and he will definitely not pass up the opportunity to make some Star Wars references.

You can’t hide anything from him. He tries to not be snoopy but holy shit you did not know just how far he’d go when it came to keeping tabs on you.

By the time he was done he knew the name of your first grade crush, an incident where you kicked your own self, and how old you were when you got your first cavity.

Likewise, he will already know if you’re crushing/dating someone. He’ll pretend he doesn’t know, but secretly do a background check.

OKay so this definitely happened on your first date out with your crush, you two went out for milkshakes when your phone started sounding like Saeyoung’s voice.

“HEY YOUNG MAN BOTH HANDS ON THE TABLE NOW!!!”

You both started SCREAMING and had to be told to shut up by the staff because what the hell, your phone was talking!

You screamed at him later on to mind his damn business

And god help whoever you were dating if they hurt you.

This man will go ballistic and start hacking their things like a crazy psycho

“DONT WORRY, GOD SEVEN WILL FIX THIS!!!!”

But seriously, this man adores you to the bottom of his heart. He’s made many mistakes in the past, but you will sure as hell not be another one of them. Anything you ask of him, he’ll gladly do!

V is a great guardian for those who don’t like pressure or stress. He’s so soothing and relaxing.

Hardly will ever raise his voice at you, and he practically never gets angry at you

He can’t see that well, but he seems to have a sixth sense that just makes him know where you are and when you are in danger.

He likes taking you out to more scenic ventures, maybe even get you into photography as well!!

He has so many pictures of you, you are like his favorite subject

He even made an exhibit just based on you, and after that, he got a lot of calls about who you were. He made sure they know that you are basically his child

He feels incredibly guilty you had to go through this whole mess. He really wishes nothing bad would happen and you just didn’t have to get involved, but you always encourage him and say you don’t mind, you met him because of it!

He melts and cries a bit later on

If you call him ‘dad’ he gets so happy, like he finally feels like he actually did something right for once

But occasionally he doubts himself and can get kinda stand-offish in fear of how he might hurt you later on

He doesn’t make the same mistakes this time, and he makes sure you can get the help you need. He’s not gonna allow you to hurt yourself or others, and he won’t enable negative behaviors.

He doesn’t talk about Rika to you. That was one of the worst moments in his life, and he thinks you’ll hate him because of it.

You don’t- and he wonders what he did to deserve you

V is not an idiot. He may be partially blind but oh honey, he WILL know if you are dating someone. Don’t ask how, he does.

He’s chill about it, but makes sure you understand what you are getting into. He’ll sit you down and start questioning you or your date’s intentions

It’s a side effect from his past with Rika, he doesn’t want you hurt, nor does he want you to hurt someone else.

He makes you have clear and concise boundaries

He’ll let you do as you please, just please, for everything holy in this world, let him know where you are and be back before 10.

If you get into a bad breakup he’s there to comfort you but also calls 707 to use his special skillset

I feel like V would use a lot of dad jokes. Like he doesn’t even know where it comes from and he’ll just say one, and 707 flips out.

Overall, just a calm dude who really loves you a lot. You’re allowed to grow and be your own person, but within some boundaries. He’ll stop at nothing to keep your smile.

Unknown/ Saeran

Okay so... he feels weird. You’re a child. A damn child.

He gets very conflicted because he gets flashbacks of how he was taken at a young age

He starts off as incredibly scary, staring you down to make you fear for your life, but you notice right away he’s become...softer

If anything, now he feels guilty. You were nice to him, even though he did all these things to you...

Saeran becomes a guard dog to you, watching over you like a hawk.

As thanks, sometimes you would make him sweets

He loves them a lot, they’re now his favorite things

Pretty soon, a friendship begins to form, and then a feeling of guardianship over you.

He’s noticeably a lot nicer and softer to you, he’ll be cussing out his brother in one moment but then if you ask him for something, he’ll stop and bend down to your level and answer you.

Saeyoung finds this incredibly hilarious and nice

Saeran feels a lot better having you around. He feels a lot safer and happier, and knowing that you are safe and happy makes him even more excited.

He likes gardens, so he takes you to them a lot, and he even decided to start one with you

On special days, or days when you are feeling down, he’ll get you a special bouquet of flowers with different meanings to cheer you up!

Baking is also a special hobby between you two. Sweets in general are where you two bond, so occasionally you two go out and try different sweet shops, cafes, or parlors.

You two always rank your fave desserts and places

Do not, I repeat, do NOT tell him about/mention/ or even THINK of dating. He’ll probably beat the crap out of whoever you’re dating because, ‘they are not worth it’

Very strict and will throw hands with anyone checking you out- he’s like an angry dog

Oh dear, if your date makes you sad or upset they will be dead. Saeran will take no shit if they made you frown, and they better start praying for their safety.

You and Saeyoung have to hold him back before he murders your date

He still has his anxious moments where his past may catch up and he’ll freak out, but you are one of the few that can easily coax him out of it. He’d never hurt you at all

If you refer to him as ‘dad’ I think he might feel his heart flutter but also feel nervous...what if he becomes like his dad? What if he hurts you or can’t protect you?

He’ll definitely teach you self-defense but Saeyoung will step in when he tries to teach you how to use a pistol because ‘SAERAN THEY’RE 16, DO NOT DO THAT!!!!’

He has his days when he’s more lax about you, but also has days when he’s breathing down your neck

It’ll take him a long time to be considered a ‘good’ guardian, please be patient, and gently let him know how he should improve.

He’s not good at dealing with your emotions. All he knows how to do is punch whatever made you feel sad, but he quickly learns he can’t do that, and takes advice from all the RFA to help you.

You can fight me but he probably has bought some guidebooks or pamphlets to try and learn to take care of you, and he’s LOST.

“So to comfort them, I hug them...then ask how they’re feeling? Okay, but then it says they might want space? So how do I know? IT DOESN’T EVEN SAY WHEN! WHAT THE HELL? WHAT A WASTE OF MY DAMN MONEY!” He chucks it across the room before promptly picking it up and trying to read it again

He sees a lot of shows and tries to do stereotypical ‘family’ things, but quickly realizes that neither of you are enjoying it and he breathes a sigh of relief because holy hell that made him so uncomfortable.

You both are pretty blunt with what you feel so you’re both on the same page, and try to work it accordingly.

Okay on occasion he’s got you outfits that are similar to his so you both can match and he loves it so much

The most awkward dad jokes. EVER. You’ll be like, ‘hey I’m hungry’, and he’ll remember that he read on a parenting website that dad jokes make your connection stronger or something, so he’ll murmur, ‘hi hungry, I’m dad’. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because he was in physical pain after saying that.

You both got a lot to work on, but he tries. Really. And he’s so happy he met you, and he’ll make sure you grow up with a better childhood than he did. Nothing is too big or too small for him to do.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger imagines #platonic #707 #yoosung #jumin han #kim yoosung #luciel choi #jumin #zen #jaehee #saeran #ray #v #writing #headcanons #long post

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honey-buddha-kiss · 6 years

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Florist Saeran HC’s

he got a job working at an ice cream parlor and saved up some money, so he could one day open his own flower shop

he was able to buy an old house to fix up, with the help of saeyoung and he intends to pay his brother back every penny later on

some walls were knocked down, new floors were put in, everything was re-painted and polished

aurora and korean spice viburnum shrubs decorate the front lawn, along with a redbud tree ready for spring blooming

star jasmine vines trickle down the outside walls, white violets line the stone mosaic walkway

the flower shop is so so so soooooo cute and little

it’s actually a flower shop/café

he grows the flowers in a little greenhouse in the backyard and displays them in what used to be the living room and bedroom

the dining room and kitchen is the café section where customers are served finger foods and fresh tea made with the petals from saeran’s home-grown flowers

the menu’s made of chalkboard and all the menu items had been hand-written by mc

the front patios also serves as extra seating

there’s a flower patterned welcome mat outside the front door gifted by jaehee

zen enjoys stopping by because of the fresh and healthy food and once in a while has a tea detox

after a busy day at the pet hospital, yoosung comes by to relax with a warm cup of tea

even though he’s a bit busy with his own business after leaving C&R, jumin likes to help brew tea when saeran and mc are busy with looking after the flowers

he gave them a few tea sets as presents, too

one time saeyoung suggested they should all wear maid outfits as uniforms when working in the café, but was immediately rejected

saeran wonders who’s watching over the toy store when saeyoung’s goofing around here

poor vanderwood… well he did ask saeyoung to give him a job in the secret ends lmao he thinks he probably shouldn’t have

v often takes pictures there because of the great scenery and they use them for auctions at the rfa parties

the place gains attention from all of the posts from couples and friends taking pictures of the scenery, food, and flowers on their sns

it gets really busy during the holidays and saeran reluctantly let’s his twin take care of some orders

707’s Speedy Delivery!

“Drive carefully and within the laws of the country. Don’t ruin any of the bouquets, got it?”

“Aye aye sir!”

later on, he and mc research about making new products for the business and they have fun creating soaps, oils, and essences with the flowers together

#marshmallow boi loves flowers ice cream and cooking #how much more precious can someone get?#mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mysme hcs #mystic messenger hcs #mystic messenger #mysme #choi saeran #saeran choi #saeran

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hi i love your scenarios so much keep it up!! can i request wherein rfa+saeran get into a fight with mc and it comes to the point that they raise their hand to scratch their neck or something and mc flinches thinking they were gonna hit her?? just angst and bonus points if it ends with fluff!!

Awww, I’m so glad you like my headcanons! Thank you, dear

To make this clear now, you are not being abused in this headcanon, so there is no trigger warning. These guys would never, ever dream of hurting you, remember that guys! And also remember to never accept abusive behavior from your significant other, or anyone for that matter. If you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship, seek help with a trusted adult, go to the police, or call an hotline. There are people to help you.

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC flinching during an argument

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★ Yoosung ★

You guys rarely have arguments.

And when you do have arguments, it’s usually over who’s doing the laundry or who won the match in mario kart.

But you guys were screaming at each other at the top of your lungs over the fact you came home late.

How dare he have the audacity to suggest you were hanging out with Zen when you were at work all day, working to provide for the small family they’ve created with just them and Lisa, just like he was doing!

You were livid, and so was he.

He was relentless and wouldn’t give up on his argument, and you were just plain furious and finding yourself at a loss for words.

“You know what, you really aren’t like Rika. Rika wouldn’t lie to me!”

That was it. He crossed the line. But maybe you did too with your next comment?

“Oh really? Because last time I check she lied about being dead. Not V, her, she convinced everyone she was dead so she could create a cult, and you were just too vulnerable to realize that because you are such a baby.”

Yoosung was frustrated, and from all the yelling and shouting, his hair had gotten in his face.

So he moved his hand up to brush it out of his eyes, but the fast motion of his hand scared you and you were certain for a moment he was going to hit you.

You screeched, stepping backwards and quickly hiding your face, your body shaking slightly.

Yoosung froze, his hand lingering over his head where he brushed his hair. The two of you were standing in place, not a muscle moving in either of you. The only sound that could be heard was your sudden cries and Yoosungs panting.

The argument was forgotten.

Yoosung burst into tears, running over to you and pulling you into a hug.

“No, I would never, ever dare lay a hand on you. I swear, MC. I never would, I love you. Please, don’t think I would ever hurt you. Please.”

He continued to plead for your forgiveness even though you had already forgiven him. You wrapped your arms around him and softly cried into his shoulder.

“I know, Yoosung. I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said. I love you so much.”

♪ Zen ♪

You hated to hear Zen yell.

It was terrifying to you.

His voice is normally sweet, compassionate, a little chirpy, but when he yells his voice becomes deep and it’s booming, practically rattling the room.

You were trying your damnedest not to yell back. You didn’t believe in fighting fire with fire.

But he was making it so damn hard with how stubborn he was being.

It was so stupid how the argument started. All you said was how you were a tad jealous of Zen hanging out with a female co-star.

He completely twisted your words in to you accusing him of cheating!

“Am I not aloud to hang out with other girls who are just friends? I let you see Jumin and you know how much I can’t stand that guy.”

“Zen, please, just listen to me.”

Boy was not listening.

Zen please.

He was so angry and obstinate, believing he was right even though he was dead wrong.

That goddamn long hair of his was getting in his face. As he was yelling at you he found himself chomping on bits of his silver hair.

He went to move the hair out of his way, his hand moving quickly towards his face, but to you, it looked as if his palm was going right for your face.

You flinched.

You shut your eyes, your breath hitched and your whole body jolted.

Zen stopped yelling, his eyes softening slightly as he slowly moved the last bit of hair out of his face. His jaw dropped a little bit at the sight of your clenched eyes and tightened jaw.

“Did… did you just flinch?” he asked, his voice having turned back to normal.

He felt his heart break as you opened your eyes and he could see they were red, brimming with tears.

You shook your head and mumbled for him to forget it as you made a bee-line for the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Oh no. No, no, no. Zen wouldn’t let you shut yourself out like that. He made a mistake in yelling at you, and he knew it. He was realizing just how wrong he was in this whole stupid argument. And though he would never, ever dream of hitting you, he clearly scared you and he needed to fix this.

He knocked on the door and twisted the handle. It wasn’t locked, so he went in, and he frowned when he saw you curled on the bed, your body shaking.

He sat on the edge and carefully, not to startle you, placed his hand on your shoulder. His other arm taking a gentle grip around your waist.

“Jags?. Baby, please look at me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for scaring you. And I’m sorry about this whole stupid argument. I shouldn’t have twisted your words. I would never hurt you. I would never dream of it. I love you so much.”

You slowly lifted yourself off the bed, whipping at your tears and giving your boyfriend a small smile.

“I know you wouldn’t. I’m sorry about today. This is my fault.”

“No,” Zen said shaking his head. No, no, you are not taking the blame for this. “This was not your fault, ok? This is my fault. And I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course, Zen.”

He spent the rest of the day making it up to you, cooking you dinner, cuddling you, singing for you, and giving you as many kisses as you want.

❀ Jaehee ❀

You two had been going at each other for hours,

You thought the argument would never end.

It started over you telling Jaehee to cut back on work, but she took it the wrong way,

Think you were telling her to lighten up.

Clearly, Jaehee was incredibly frustrated with all her work, and wasn’t really in her right state of mind. She was spurting things at you she was surely to regret in the morning.

She accused you of not doing enough work, told you maybe she wouldn’t be so stressed if you did more to provide for them.

Rationally you were upset. Because of course you work hard to help provide for you guys. You might not do as much as Jaehee does, but that doesn’t make what you do mean any less.

But besides the fact you were upset, you were also terrified.

You had never seen Jaehee so angry before. You two have had arguments before which usually consists of a bit of yelling and then quickly ending with you both apologizing. But this one was completely different.

It didn’t even feel like an argument anymore, it felt like a fight.

You just wanted it to end.

So you tried. You tried to go and give Jaehee a hug and apologize, but Jaehee had a terrible itch on her neck.

Just as you were coming in to hug her, her hand went up quickly to scratch at her neck, startling you and making you think she was about to slap you.

You recoiled back, turning away from her and slightly guarding your face.

It took Jaehee a moment to reflect on what just happened.

Did you flinch? Did she see that right?

She instantly calmed down. It was kinda miraculous in fact, how someone so angry could turn so calm in moments.

She slowly approached you, carefully wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your back against her chest. She rested her chin on your shoulder and nuzzled her face into your neck. You were crying softly, but you weren’t scare anymore. You felt safe in Jaehee’s embrace.

“I’m so sorry. For all of this. But I promise you, I would never hurt you. I want you to feel safe with me, even when we are arguing.”

“I do feel safe. I’m sorry I overreacting.”

Jaehee shook her head, giving you a tight and loving squeeze. “Don’t apologize. Let’s just try and forget this for now. How about a movie and some cuddles?”

☂ Jumin ☂

Jumin knows about your past with being in an abusive relationship,

So he was absolutely furious with himself, though his stone, cold face might not show it. He was kicking himself over and over again.

He should have known better.

He wasn’t going to hit you, he’d never dream of it! He was swiping at bits of dust that was falling before him.

But he should have known how much it would scare you.

Jumin was angry you wouldn’t attend a party being thrown by his father.

He didn’t like your excuses, though they were legitimate and related to your anxiety. You didn’t want to go where there would be thousands of people, you felt uncomfortable in the outfit Jumin had chosen for you. You were scared to go and you expressed that.

Jumin wanted to show you off, with good intentions in his heart,

But he seemed to completely forget your own concerns and fears. He was so focused on what he wanted that he wasn’t even considering how you felt.

When Jumin is angry, he doesn’t yell. But he shoots daggers at you with those gray eyes of his. His voice gets gradually deeper. His face becomes red and there’s wrinkles on his face.

“I am trying to work with you here but you continue to be unreasonable. I do so much for you, the least you can do is attend this party.”

You were crying, he was a little blinded by his rage to see it at first.

But then there was that damn bit of dust that had to flutter down from the ceiling, and he was quick to swipe it away with his hand. His palm had come dangerously close to your face though it had no intentions in making contact with you.

Jumin finally realized just what he had done when you screeched and started pleading with him; “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll go. Please, don’t hit me.”

Everything he was angry about was forgotten. His face softened and he reached his arms out for you.

You were really hesitant to go into his embrace. Deep down you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you, but there was still some lingering fear.

You slowly melted into his embrace, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, your own arms tangling around him, your fingers gripping onto his shirt. Your body shook with sobs and it broke Jumins heart.

“My love. I’m so sorry. I was inconsiderate, and I did not consider how you felt and I let my anger get the better of me. Know I would never hurt you. You are my wife and I will always treat you with the utmost respect. I’m sorry for scaring you. You’ll never be harmed again. I love you.”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

You two hardly fight, but when you do, it’s incredibly heated.

It’s enough to make Saeran and Vanderwood hide away from you guys, both kinda terrified to interfere.

Seven is normally the one to be yelling due to the fact he bottles up all of his emotions until the cap is taken off and everything comes spiralling out.

You’ll get really frustrated with how he’s acting and may say things you don’t mean.

When arguments end, they normally end with you two kissing and hugging it out, cuddling on the couch before turning cuddles into something much more intimate.

You wanted more than anything for that to happen.

The fight had started over scratching one of his cars by accident. You wish he could just forget it and accept your apology, accept your proposal for getting it fix, and just go to the making up part.

You had went to try and console Seven, stepping closer to him, but at that same moment he decided to move the hair that had fallen in front of his face out of his eyes.

The motion was so quick that you thought he was moving to hit you, so you flinched, cowering a little and hiding your face.

Seven was unaware of the fact you even flinched. When you left and locked yourself in the bathroom, he was pretty certain you were just doing that to cry.

He was gonna leave you be, let himself calm down, then he’d try to make things better.

But Saeran, who watched everything through CCTV because those cameras are everywhere in the house, started yelling at his brother.

“Are you really that stupid? You scared her!”

“What do you mean I scared her? We were just having an argument. That happens in relationships.”

The twin rolled his eyes before shoving his brother a little bit.

“I know that, dummy. I’m saying you startled her. Just watch the CCTV footage and you’ll know what I mean.”

Seven did, and then he saw how you flinched. He felt absolutely terrible and he started looking for you, but then he remembered how you locked yourself in the bathroom, and oh god, he realized you’d been in there for about an hour now.

He picks the lock and finds you curled up on the ground. You’re kinda embarrassed with your reaction because you knew he’d never do something like hurting you.

Really.

But… you were scared.

Seven sat besides you, gently pulling you against his chest.

His steady heartbeat helped to calm you down, and you felt yourself relax in his arms.

“MC? I’m really sorry for scaring you. And I’m sorry for yelling about the car. Can you let me fix this? How about I take you out for dinner, or we go for a nice ride?”

You shake your head in his chest, sniffling a tad.

“No, I just want to cuddle on the couch.”

He nodded, carefully lifting you up and bringing you to the couch. The normal ‘make-up’ tradition commenced, but this time Seven took extra care into making you feel good. His administration’s to your body were gentle, and his kisses were soft and lingering. He wanted to make up for the scare he gave you. He wanted to assure you you would always be safe with him. He wanted to assure you that he loved you.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

It started over the smallest thing, like how most of your fights with Saeran start.

He forgot to clean the dishes like you asked, and you were upset.

But it had never gotten this bad before.

Saeran was screaming at you, and you were trying to remain calm and keep the situation under control, but you were beginning to lose your patience,

And the more he yelled and spurted insults at you, the closer you became to finally snapping.

“You can never do anything right, you stupid cow. You just sit there and do nothing.”

Just like that you snapped, and said a few things you really regretted.

“I wonder why I’m with you sometimes when all you do is make me feel bad and criticize everything you do.”

A fly was buzzing around the room due to the wrench of the unclean dishes.

Saeran went to slap away the fly with his palm, but the harsh movement of his hand startled you, and you hadn’t seen the fly, so you thought he was going to hit you.

He froze as you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut and recoiling back,

But it was your next words that would haunt him for the next two days:

“I’m sorry! You were right, I was wrong, just please… don’t.”

Saeran was speechless.

His entire brain just went blank.

He couldn’t think, he could speak, he couldn’t breathe, oh god, you though he was going to hit you.

He’d never.

But he could see how to motion of his hand could have scared you, especially with all the yelling he was doing.

Oh god, he hated himself at that moment. He felt like the whole world was falling apart.

You were his world.

He fell to his knees and sobbed into his hand, repeating the same words over and over again: “I’d never hurt you, I’m not like her!”

He couldn’t believe he scared you like that. He couldn’t believe how he treated you. He felt terrible.

When you saw how distraught Saeran was, you fell to the ground to him, reaching your arms out and pulling him into your embrace.

You were scared, upset, mad, tired, but this crying man in front of you was the one you loved with all of your heart, and you couldn’t let him suffer. Especially over something like this, a complete misunderstanding.

“Baby, I know, I know you would never hurt me. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I love you,” you cried into his red hair, kissing his cheek lightly.

Saeran shook his head into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. “No.

“I’m sorry, MC. I’m… so mean to you. No wonder you’re scared of me. I don’t deserve you. You should leave me.”

“No. No, I will never leave you. And I’m not scared of you. I love you. We can get through this. Together. We’re going to be ok. I love you.”

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#Yoosung Kim #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Jaehee Kang #Jumin Han #Seven #Luciel Choi #Saeyoung Choi #Saeran Choi #Ray Choi #Mystic Messenger #Mystic Messenger Headcanon #Mysme #Mysme Headcanon #mystic messenger angst #mysme angst

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monotonemanday · 6 years

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Our Days Divided - Mystic Messenger University AU - Chapter 1 The Untouchables

So I decided to go ahead and make it a series! I will still be working on Star Crossed Entertainers (A separate mystic messenger fic series) and will still work on requests and other miscellaneous works!

Enjoy the official first chapter of this series! You can find the Prologue here.

Cypress University had a rather small student body but the campus was exceptionally large. With huge lecture halls, prominent dorm buildings, state of the art athletic facilities, a thriving tech building and multiple theatres and studios, it was not too hard to lose your way. The grounds were extremely well kept and walking through campus during any season was breath taking.

It was late in the afternoon and campus was fairly quiet. Many students retreating to their jobs and internships of campus. Late afternoons were when the scholarship students took over the campus. It was when most clubs and performing arts groups met for activities and rehearsals.

Chairs were in stacks against the far wall. A grand piano sat in the room, not quite centered but not exactly hugging the wall. The hard wood floor was freshly waxed and reflected the sun that was beaming into the small performance room. The windows were nearly 12 feet high and covered the entire back wall. The windowsills were large enough to rest on, and someone was taking full advantage of that.

His arms were behind his head with his fingers interlocking. The sleeves of his jacket pushed to the middle of his forearms. Long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. The sun felt warm on his face and made his white hair glisten and really accented his pink highlights. His consciousness was drifting in and out and just at the peak of drowsiness he felt a pressure on his lap and then a gentle kiss on his forehead. He opened his left eye and was met with a pair of deep blue eyes. He closed his eye and let out a soft sigh.

“Why are your lips so dry? Get off me, Sam.”

“Wow, Saeran! You’re no fun.” The girl big blue eyes was straddling the edgy and reluctant boy with the mint eyes. Her beach waved brass hair falling past her shoulders, one side tucked behind an ear. “I figured I would venture from my normal way of waking you up from your afternoon nap, but if you’re just gonna be rude, I’ll go back to my old ways.” The girl grabbed an area of fabric from the boys t-shirt in both fists and began to shake him up and down, then side to side. “WAKE YOUR ASS UP REBEL BOY!!!”

Saeran grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her off of his lap, off of the windowsill, and onto the floor. The two were laughing playfully. Both had gotten to their feet and were straightening out their clothes.

“It amazes me that you always manage to find me at the exact moment I’m about to fall asleep. There’s a special place in hell for people like you, Samantha.”

“Oh let it go, you grump. If I didn’t catch you before you dozed off, you would never be at any practices, any rehearsals, any meetings and you would most definitely would lose your job.” Saeran was collecting his notebooks and cramming them into his backpack while Samantha had made her way over to the piano.

“Good. I’d much rather sleep all day than spend time with you and my irritating brother.”

Samantha was standing at the piano and her fingers began to gracefully dance across the keys. A soft yet bright melody rang through the room and she turned her head to the boy for only a second, then back straight away and closed her eyes. “Say what you will Mr. Choi, but your brother is your best friend.” She paused her speech but the piano played on. Saeran stood with his backpack hanging loosely on his shoulder watching Samantha until the melody slowed down. “Also, you couldn’t stop spending time with me even if you wanted to.” She met his eye line and abruptly stopped playing “Since you’re in love with me.” She winked at him and stuck her tongue out, abruptly turning on her heel and marching out of the room. Saeran clicked his tongue, rolled his eyes and followed after her. She wasn’t wrong, but she also wasn’t right. He had thought about it before. Samantha would easily be someone he could fall in love with. In the past. Now that he knew her as well as he did and as close as they were, he cherished her to much to feel anything romantic for her and would be happy for her whenever she did fall in love. The two walked down an empty corridor in comfortable silence until Saeran spoke up.

“You’re wrong, ya know.”

“Hmmmm?” Sam tilted her head in curiosity.

“Saeyoung is my brother and always will be, but you’re my best friend.” A slight pink tinted Samantha’s cheeks.

“Gross. Put all that away!”

“You’re right. I have a reputation to protect.” The two quickened their pace and continued their journey to campus concert hall.

“Seven!! I tried to turn this bull shit on and it’s sparking! Come fix it!”

“Don’t call it Bullshit, pretty boy! It’s obviously operator error!”

Saeran and Samantha entered the concert hall and could hear the usual chaos but they couldn’t see it.

“I’ll never understand why you insist we all walk to the diner together. If we didn’t have to pick up these idiots, I could be enjoying my milkshake already.” Saeran plopped himself down in and auditorium seat and pulled his hood up over his eyes.

‘Whine, whine, whine. Why don’t you try something else for a change. Anyway, where’s Liz?”

Without a verbal response Saeran pointed up towards the ceiling.

“HEY GUYS! I’LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE.” The girl was shouting from her spot, upside down, hanging from a metal ring, gripping it with the backs of her knees.

Sam sat next to Saeran and pulled his hoodie down which he immediately pulled back up. They played this game back and forth until they were smacking each others hands away, then just plain smacking each other, until the playing was anger and they were actually fighting each other off.

“Saeran, you’re lucky she pulls her punches.” The girl who was just dangling 10 feet above them was now standing next to them in the auditorium aisle. Liz Paradise. Her hair reached the small of her lower back. It fell in long strands of ringlet curls that she let air dry. If she brushed out her rich dark coffee hair it would poof out like you wouldn't believe. Her and Sam were like night and day. Liz was average height and had a small waist with wide hips and wide thighs, she had a pair shape but it was strangely toned. She had flawless tanned skin, with dark freckles widely spread across her cheeks. She was soft spoken, but was the kindest soul to anyone she was near. Samantha was rather tall and had a very subtle hourglass shape that usually was hidden by her clothes. She was a ghostly pale, and had light red freckles speckled just beneath her eyes and on top of her cheeks. Both had beautiful eyes. Samantha’s deep pools of blue and Liz’s a light purple, almost pink. Magenta really, that changed in different lighting.

“Sam, uh, don’t get mad but this morning Zen asked what you were wearing when you left the apartment, again. I didn’t answer him but...”

“Oh about that, I saw my brother checking the hallway CCTV camera for our apartment building this morning...”

“ZEN! SAEYOUNG!!” Samantha stood up in the aisle and her arms stiffened at her sides, her hands balled into fists. From the wings of the stage walked two ‘children‘ as same would call them, now standing center stage. Samantha first shot a glare at the red head with the odd colored glasses. His unique hair color and honey eyes were different from his twin brother but they both had the same strong jaw and extremely handsome face. The level of handsome couldn’t compare to the next suspect that caught her icy stare. With shining white hair tied in a long ponytail, and crimson eyes the man stood, beaming at the rest of the group. The most beautiful man that had ever graced the Cypress University campus. Samantha looked herself up and down and then studied the gorgeous man effortlessly posing on stage.

“Zen! Stop asking people what I am wearing in the mornings so that you can match outfits with me!”

“But Sammy! Look at how cute we look!” Zen had jumped down from the stage and had jogged his way over to her. He pulled out his phone. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in to him in a tight grip. He pressed his cheek against hers, squishing her face into a fish like state, he took a selfie. “We need to convince the world we are a couple in order to get into our new roles. It’s called method acting!”

“No, it’s called ‘people think I’m creepy’! You are the best looking human being on this campus and people think that I’m stalking you because WE’RE SOMEHOW ALWAYS DRESSED THE SAME.”

“Sam, with all due respect, you’re wrong. They think we’re in love!”

“I can’t handle this...” Sam closed her eyes and slowly rubbed her temples.

The red head began to laugh out loud and wiped a tear from beneath his glasses.

“And Saeyoung! Stop TELLING him what I’m wearing after spying on me through CCTV!”

“S-s-s-s-sorry, Sam. I was just doing my duty as 707 Defender of Justice, to help out a friend!” The red head struck a heroic pose and was met by the harsh tone of his twin brother.

“That is so stupid. Can we get going?” Saeran was already heading towards the door.

“Fine by me! We need to get some French fries in Sam before she flips her lid.” Liz was lightly patting Sam on the back.

“And I need some PHD Pepper, pronto!” Saeyoung slammed his right fist into his left palm.

“Then onward God Seven!.” Liz had jumped onto Saeyoung’s back, wrapping her legs around his waist, one arm gripping his shoulder, and the other in the air point forward. The two dashed out of the concert hall.

“Samantha, should we hold hands?” Zen extended his hand and gracefully winked at the angered woman before him.

“It pains me to know that this actually works on the ladies.” She turned away from him and began walking towards the door. “Saeran.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Saeran took of his jacket it and tossed it to Sam. Without looking back she put on the jacket and zipped it up. She wasn’t as skinny as Saeran but his sweatshirts were always baggy because he bought them that way.

“She’s going to snap one day.” Saeran told Zen, seemingly indifferent feeling about it.

“Eh, she knows I’m joking. Besides, I have my eye on someone else.”

And with that the two followed the others out of the concert hall.

The small group sat at their normal booth in their favorite theme diner. They usually spent time laughing and throwing food at each other. Complaining about their heavy workload, packed schedules and hectic lives. They had already spent hours in the diner that evening but before they were all to head back to the student apartments, Saeyoung brought up something weighing on his mind.

“So student counsel seems to have taken an interest in us.”

Samantha and Saeran each raised an eyebrow and shrugged at each other indicating this was the first they heard of this. Seven continued.

“Our dear student body VP brought me an invitation for some kind of meeting on Friday.”

“Yoosung, did?” Samantha questioned the red head and himself, Liz and Zen nodded their heads.

“Zen and I got one too.” Liz chimed in somberly.

“Well the twerp didn’t give me one, and I don’t think Sam got one either.” Saeran took a short break from his milkshake to spit out remarks.

“That’s because he was probably too scared to deliver one to you, little brother. Your always tormenting him. And Samantha’s is probably going to come from Kaeli.”

There was a long pause and Samantha finally spoke up.

“Why do you guys seem so suspicious and upset by simple invitations?”

The three looked at each other and Zen cleared his throat to offer an explanation. “Sam, For two years now we’ve never been offered anything from student counsel and now we are getting exclusive invitations? Us as a group specifically? We’re ‘The Untouchables’...scholarship kids. We just don’t think that we’re being invited to a harmless meeting. We feel like it’s a set up.”

Again the group fell into silence. Sitting in the middle of the booth Samantha was trapped between the others. She pulled herself onto the back of the booth, flung her legs over the side making her way to stand in front of the group at the table.

“Scholarship kids or tuition kids. It’s all bullshit. Kaeli has been my best friend since diapers. And incase you’ve forgotten, Yoosung isn’t scholarship or tuition, he won the applicant lottery.”

“It doesn’t matter, Sam. He got elected student counsel and now it’s like he’s too good for us. He only ever spends time with Saeran and I like once a month in the internet café outside of town to play LOLOL.” Seven hung his head and took a sip of his PHD Pepper.

“He’s still the same person. And it pains me to think you guys think he would set you up. Yoosung is our friend.” Samantha made sure to make eye contact with each of them.

“She’s right you guys. As much as I am skeptical, Yoosung is a great guy! I love that little cutie!” Liz was clearly trying to brighten the mood but it wasn’t working.

“We worked our asses off to get into this university and now you guys are going to act scared. I don’t think this is a set up and even if it was, are you saying whatever the high society brats throw at us would be enough to break our spirits? I’m disappointed. And if Kaeli invites me, I’m going.”

With her thoughts laid out on the table Samantha left the diner and the rest of the gang finished their normal menu items in a contemplative silence.

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robbie-lee-zombie · 6 years

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Brotherly Compromise

This is a story about Saeran and Seven (Luciel) from Mystic Messenger!! Dunno a lot about the game itself, but got a lot of their story from @magic-ler-marv !

This story is also a little gift for you, Marv! Hope you feel better and have a good day/night/life/etc! Let’s get this show on the road!!

The air blows softly threw the open windows of the home. It was a brisk autumn evening, which meant the leaves were all changing colors.

Some leaves turned yellow, some brown, some even red and orange. Much like the color of a boy’s hair that was in the home that him and his brother shared. The brothers were so alike, yet unalike in so many ways.

One with orange tint red like hair, the other white hair. One with yellow bright eyes, the other a clear ocean blue. The orange hair having headphones around his neck half the time, glasses of yellow and black, and a jacket unzipped half the time.

The other boy, his brother, had a red shirt with a black jacket like outfit hanging off his shoulder all the time possible. The arm it hung off of, had tattoos all up and down the arm. The white haired boy wasn’t the most social, but for his brother, he’d do anything.

Saeran, the white haired boy, was currently laying on the couch, curled up on half of it, since he never was one of those people to completely let loose and lay around like his brother, Luciel. Or Seven, as his friends had dubbed him.

Seven was on the other side of the couch, one arm lazily behind his head, the other on his stomach softly as he watched the random TV show playing. He glanced at Saeran, who was curled up and tense, yet also watching the show.

He didn’t like how his brother was always so tense and uneasy, even someone calling his name from across the hall or street would make him turn around with a yelp. Saeran didn’t have the... cleanest backstory, so it wasn’t really his fault.

Saeran caught Seven looking at him and his cheeks dusted pink, wondering how long he’d been watching him. Seven gave a soft snicker when he saw him blushing.

“So, what do you want to do today, Little Bro?” Seven kept glancing at him, not worried about the show anymore. Saeran glanced at him with his light blue eyes, giving a soft shrug and a mumble. “I-I’m not really sure.”

“We could cook!”

“I-I don’t think that’s wise- I’d just b-burn everything”

“We could play a video game?”

“I know y-you’ll go easy on me. You win every time. You are t-the one who got a job as a hacker after all”

Okay, Saeran, stop being such a buzz kill. At least Seven’s trying! He thought to himself.

“Crafts?” “Since when d-do you do crafts?” “Charades!” “M-My life’s been cooped in a house for years, I-I wouldn’t know the latest memes and topics you’d p-pick.”

Seven was running out. They need a compromise and he was slowly becoming dry. But soon he had one more idea.

“I could tickle you.” Luciel stated. Saeran would be lying if he said that didn’t send a chill to his spine. Where did that idea come from?!

“You could- What??” Saeran seemed to sink into his side of the couch even more, hands up at his chest softly cupped together in his curled up state. Luciel gave a small purr as he crawled closer. “I saaaid, I could tickle you!” He felt a grin place his lips.

“W-Why would we do that exactly?” Saeran wanted to crawl backwards, yet he trusted him. Also he’s on an end of the couch so crawling backwards will cause falling off, and that’s not gonna happen.

“Because we used to do it all the time when we were little! Remember?? You had the same hair as me, we pretended to imitate each other, and whenever I got fed up with your little impressions I’d tickle the snot out of you!~” Luciel giggled. Saeran’s cheeks burned a dark pink, giving a muttered squeak.

“I-I.. I don’t understand why t-that’s an idea though” Saeran looked to the side. It was clear he was more embarrassed than scared or upset of the idea. “Becaaaause! You looooved it!” That remark made Saeran flinch and keep looking away.

“W-What?! I-I did not!!” He was stuttering more than average, which just made him more embarrassed. “You did too! I know you better than anyone, little bro, and it was ooobvious! I know you loved it when I’d squeeze your sides!”

Seven squeezed Saeran’s sides with both his hands as he spoke, to prove his points. Saeran let out a squeak again, flinching into a more curled up ball. Before he can protest, Seven continues. “I know you love it when I tease your ribs!” He traces along the bones.

“I know you love having your little armpits tickled and teased, since I’d tell you to let my hands escape just to dive deeper, and you fell for it every tiiime!” He spiders into his underarms, earning a small squeal. That’s better.

“You loved playing this little piggy, you loved when I’d squeeze your thighs and knees, and I knooooow you love it when I’d trace, draw and drill into your sensitive little hips!~” He moved down to his hips, starting to pinch at his hips, tracing little designs into the bone as well.

That earned the cutest reaction of all! He let out a snort, a wide smile spreading across his face as his cheeks, neck and even his ears tipped a red shade. He let out a whine. He hated how right he was. Seven knew it too.

“I...” Saeran was going to protest, again, but he had no idea how. He didn’t want to lie either. So... he didn’t. “...I-If you want to..” He looked away again. “I.. won’t mind. Just.. don’t kill me, I mean.” He gave a huff of a laugh. Seven’s heart melted. His brother was too cute.

“As you wish, Sae.~” He purrs as he starts squeezing up and down his sides and ribs. Saeran squealed almost instantly, but he didn’t bite his lip. He laughed. He laughed loudly and freely.

“Nohohohohoho!! Luhuhucihiel!” Saeran giggled. He’d always called Seven by his real name. He snickered and giggled even more when Seven cooed at him.

He’d never admit it, but he loved tickling now more than as a kid. After everything his life has thrown at him, his brother’s stuck with him through thick and thin! Seven got a job as a hacker, he asked Rika to check up on him, and he’d spent years helping him through everything. He owes Seven his life.

The thing about the tickling was this though; after the hell he’s gone through, tickling is basically a large sun in an abyss of dark and empty nothingness. Compared to the hell, tickling is a ‘saint’. Seven would rewrite his history if he could, to save him sooner, but he couldn’t.

A loud squeal broke Seven from his thoughts as he looked down at Saeran, who now had his arms clamped to his sides, eyes shut, nose crinkled, and his smile still wide and happy.

“BROHOTHEHEHER!” He bucked to the side, laughing more. “Aw, is little Saeran too ticklish to have his armpits traced and tortured?~” He coos in his bright red ear. The whispers and breath tickled his neck and ear, which didn’t help poor Saeran one bit.

“N-NOHOHO!” He protested against the statement. He was not too ticklish! He is the average amount of ticklish! ...Okay that was a bad argument.

“Either way, I wonder how you’d do if I just attack your worst spot over and over again?~” He gave a soft nip to his ear as he spoke, earning a small snort.

“DOHONT YOU DAHARE!” Saeran squeaked out, whining as he was being teased to no end. “Why?~ I know you’d looooove it! You love tickling, you love laughing, you’re loving this right now, you love meeee, and I know all of it better than you think I do.~” He smirked, which made Saeran just- well- basically he just died.

Died of embarrassment that is. He can’t turn anymore red. His cheeks match the color of what his hair used to be before he dyed it white. He snorted, squeaked, squealed and whined. When he felt Seven stop, he opened one eye up at him in a panting giggly state, seeming like he was upset he stopped.

Though, Seven wasn’t done. Seven smirked even more and moved his hands slowly down his ribs. He knew what this was!! This was not happening!

“5...~” Seven cooed.

“Brohotheher..”

“4...~”

“Dohohon’t!”

“3...~” He’s tracing down his sides slowly.

“Ihi’m warning you-” He can’t threaten at all.

“2..~” He squeezed his lower sides. Another snort.

“I-Ihihi’ll kihihill you-”

Though it broke. He shrieked.

“1!~” Seven squeezed and drilled and kneaded and spidered his hips over. And Over. And over. Saeran absolutely howled.

He’d never remembered ever laughing this hard in his life, not for a long long long time at least. He couldn’t explain what it felt like. You laugh so loud and care free until your abs hurt. Until you can’t process anything else. He loved it.

“NOHOHOHO!!” He pushed at his hands, squealing and throwing his head back against the couch pillows. “LUHUHUCIHIHIEL!” He whined.

“Yes, baby bro?~” He coos, spidering slightly lighter, but not enough to make him stop laughing.

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIT!!” Another snort. He hated making snorting noises! “Aw, but is that what you really want?~ You know what’ll make me stop for real!~”

“DOHOHO IHI HAVE TO?!” He opened one eye at him again, squealing and cackling. Seven and Saeran always had some sort of way to know when it got unbearable. It was cheesy. Both of them had different things to tell. Saeran would make Seven say ‘Tickle Monster’ since it would embarrass him.

Seven’s word for Saeran was cheesy and very simple to say. After another drill, and another snort and cackle, he finally gave in.

“GAHAHAME OHOHOHOVER!!” Can you tell Seven came up with it? No? Huh, thought that was obvious. Anyway, Seven stopped in an instant with a small kiss to his nose in a platonic and brotherly way.

“You alive, you dork?~” He grinned, resting his chin on Saeran’s chest softly to stare up at his blushy giggly figure. Saeran giggled breathily as he soon opened his eyes at him again.

“I-Ihim much mohore than ahahalive, Luciel.” He stated, giving a flick to his forehead. Seven winced with a squak and a snicker. “Hehey! I will tickle you again!!”

“But that’s not how our games work, brother.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“We made a deal. Back when we were kids.”

“...What deal?”

“Neither is allowed to tickle the other one until revenge is pursued.”

Seven’s laughter rang through the house this time. Saeran showed just as much mercy as Seven did, which was close to none, since Seven was a hard nut to crack and show a real loss.

Saeran had determination though.

This really was a compromise that both brothers can get behind.

#Mystic Messenger #MM #Choi Bois #Choi Fanfic #Tickle #Tickling #Marvin-hopeyalikeit-#<3 #loveya-#platonically-

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losertownnn · 6 years

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can i get a headcanon where mc is a ballerina and the one time that she invites the RFA+V+Saeran to watch her show she gets injured and is really upset about it? i broke my leg at nutcracker rehearsal the other day and i really need some cheering up from my favorite boys

MC as a Ballerina (RFA boys+V+Saeran)

MC is a really good ballerina and has scored the main role in The Nutcracker (Clara!). It’s opening night and she’s asked her S/O to be there to watch and just so she can have emotional support. It’s their first time seeing her dance so they’re all really excited! But what happens when she gets injured/has a panic attack on stage…?

((A/N: I was in the Christmas spirit and one of my best friends is actually in the Nutcracker right now too so of course I’ll do it! Hope you feel better, anon

((A/N again: I also added panic attacks to this because I had those frequently when I myself was a dancer..hope you don’t mind, nonny!))

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Yoosung:

When you asked Yoosung to come to watch your show on opening night, he was really excited!

“AHHHHHH MC WANTS ME TO WATCH HER SHOW I FEEL SO HONORED”

“Um….you’re my boyfriend, Yoosung…of course I want you to.”

For the few weeks leading up to your performance he would remind you how excited he was to see your performance! He’d pepper your face in kisses while you were making dinner and tell you that Chef Yoosung had arrived to take over for you so that you wouldn’t overwork yourself before the big day.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Yoosung, I’ll be fine.”

When the day finally arrived, Yoosung visited your dressing room while you were getting ready to give you flowers and a kiss as good luck.

While he was waiting for the curtains to finally open and for you to come out on stage his legs started bouncing and your mom had to ask him if he was alright.

Outwardly, he just told her that his foot had fallen asleep and that he was trying to wake it up.

Inwardly, he was just not enjoying how long it was taking MC to come out on stage.

When you finally do come out on stage and begin to dance, Yoosung is absolutely entranced by your intricate and graceful movements as you moved across the stage. You looked like an angel to him.

Throughout the entire thing, Yoosung was amazed at how easily this came to MC and he commented about this to her parents more than once. They responded rather casually, as if this wasn’t their first time seeing their daughter dance as Clara (it was the fifth time).

They were halfway through the Waltz of the Snowflakes when MC went to do an arabesque and did something horribly wrong, instantaneously collapsing to the ground and letting out a yelp.

Yoosung sprang up from his chair and darted onto the stage before the curtains could close on him.

You were sprawled on the ground and crying and your ankle was bent at an awfully unnatural angle.

Yoosung started crying himself and held and rocked you while you waited for the medics to show up and help you into the ambulance that was waiting outside.

You didn’t even care that your ankle was probably broken, you sat there apologizing to the boy for messing up your performance. He was sobbing because he was so worried for you and just kissed you while telling you over and over that he didn’t mind a bit as long as you could heal up nicely.

“And think about this, MC, you won’t have to go to practice that much anymore so you can play LOLOL with meeee!” (MC laughed at this)

Stayed with you for the entire time that you were in the ambulance and at the hospital. (SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL)

Endless cuddles and games of LOLOL while you’re on the road to recovery.

Zen:

You didn’t even get to finish inviting Zen to the performance before he says yes.

He’s so happy you share the same love for the stage as he has. (He tells you this like every time you bring it up)

For the weeks before the performance he playfully dances with you around his apartment and calls you his darling princess Clara. (to which you either swoon or roll your eyes, depending on whether MC is a happy MC or a grumbly MC LOL)

Flowers. And. Chocolates. And. Cuddles. Every. Day.

He does this to get your confidence up because attention from you always helps him before a show of his

He makes you salads for dinner every night saying that you have to be in good shape healthwise before your big day so that you’ll perform to your best ability! (Though he’s sure that you’ll be amazing no matter what you do)

On the day of he doesn’t come into your dressing room beforehand because even though he likes it when you do it for him, he figures that you might be just a tad bit different and wants you to be able to calm your pesky nerves on your own without the possibility of him making them worse.

When he’s sitting with your parents waiting for you to come out and open the show he can’t stop talking about how amazing you are at dancing.

Your parents are like “but you haven’t even seen her dance yet so how do you even know ???”

Zen tries to hide inside of his suit because he meant to keep that inside of his head.

He’s on the edge of his seat for the entirety of the show. Up until the finale that is….

You totally freeze on stage and stare into the crowd. He can see that you’re starting to shake so he runs backstage to comfort you.

After prodding you with questions for what seems like years (it was only two minutes…) Zen figures out that you had skipped your meals that day because usually that brings you good luck.

WAIT.

HOLD UP.

SKIPPED

HER

MeAlS?!?!??!?!!

Zen goes red and starts lecturing you about how you should always properly take care of yourself before big performances like this and how disappointed he is that you would ever do that to yourself and how he is going to force you to eat a salad when you get home and WATCH you eat it.

You think it’s kind of cute though that he cares so much.

Zen watches all of your meals for a few months after the incident and every time you have a big performance he personally feeds you. (Not that you’re complaining)

Jumin:

When Jumin found out that MC had gotten the part as Clara he bought out the entire balcony section so that your parents, Chairman Han, the RFA and himself could all see you perfectly and watch while sitting in the most comfortable chairs that the theater has to offer.

You only rolled your eyes at this and told him that you had reserved the very front row for them before he went off and bought out the balcony.

Jumin scoffs and says the balcony will be better anyway.

This leads to a stupid argument over which has the better view.

Jumin buys you a lot of presents leading up to the performance and even goes so far as hiring you daily spa specialists to both mentally and physically prepare you for the upcoming performance.

He also has set aside a specific 45 minutes for you to lounge around and spend quality time with you and Jumin’s precious child Elizabeth the 3rd.

Jumin tells the RFA to basically dress to the nines for the performance.

They listened, too…Jaehee wore a sparkly ball gown. They all glared at Jumin when they found out that it was a casual event and during the wait he would sometimes feel all of their eyes on him…not in a good way, either.

While you’re dancing, Jumin has to scold Seven and Yoosung for making fun of the Nutcracker’s outfit.

They were laughing particularly obnoxiously loudly and saying that he looked like he belonged in a Christmas Shoppe window.

It was during this time that the Nutcracker had attempted to pick you up and spin you around.

To keep things short and simple, he dropped you.

And something in you snapped.

Jumin was out of his chair so fast that he looked like a blur of black as he darted down the stairs and towards the stage.

Unfortunately for him, the curtains had already closed by the time he got there, and got a face full of red, velvety, DIRTY curtains.

He was going to have to wash his mouth 20 times after this

Once Jumin actually made it backstage, he shoves his finger in your dance partner’s face aggressively and threatens to sue him

“No, Jumin, it’s fine, things happen…”

“How dare he hurt my love? He will be paying a lot for this.”

The medics examine you and figure out that you broke your wrist.

Jumin is freaked out at first because he knows how much you like to write in your free time, but relaxes when he finds out that you broke your non-dominant wrist.

The fact that he wasn’t very worried sort of pissed you off, though.

It was only an act; he was freaking out internally

He babies you for the entire healing process and every time you have even the smallest of pains he hires a doctor.

He makes sure that you know that he loves you every day in different ways to make you feel better.

707/Luciel/Saeyoung Choi:

This boy is jumping around the living room of his bunker when you originally tell him, saying that you guys will have to eat extra Honey Buddha Chips and drink more Dr Pepper than usual as a celebratory gesture while you’re having your Fast and Furious movie marathon that night.

“Saeyoung, this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten this role, it’s really not a big–”

“Shhh! My goddess 606 will be treated extra sweetly for her achievements. Your protests will not sway God 707.”

When you’re shopping for Christmas decorations for the bunker (he never really celebrated Christmas until you moved in with him) he would always point at the ballerina ornaments and say that it was you.

“Saeyoung, that ballerina is a man….that’s not me.”

“She could be cross dressing, MC, stop raining on my parade!”

Good lord this boy acts like he’s not really that excited, but he hacks every member of the RFA’s computer and makes their background the flyer with the location info and date/time of the performance with a little note edited onto the bottom of it.

‘You will show up unless you want a shipment of 450,000 bars of soap to be delivered to your doorstep.’

On the day of the performance, he notices that you’re acting a little antsier than you usually do and that you had crescent shaped cuts on the palms of your hands.

He calmly™ asks if you’re okay and if you need some anti-anxiety drugs to help you focus.

You tell him that it’s only the pre-show jitters, and that they’ll go away once you actually start dancing.

That isn’t the case.

You dance the entire overture shakily, and once you go off the stage for the set change, your dance teacher has to ask if you’re okay.

You’re NOT.

You tell them like you told Saeyoung that you’re totally fine and that you were only a little cold.

You go back onto the stage and dance the part where the Nutcracker comes to life and fights off the rat king’s evil soldiers until one part that seems to have completely deleted itself from your brain.

You freeze and fall to your knees, shaking so hard that people in the crowd can hear your knees hitting the stage as you shook.

Protective Saeyoung™ has emerged from the depths of his soul and he rushes backstage to help calm you down and holds you as you cry.

He talks to your dance teacher and convinces her to let you try again now that you’ve calmed down.

The dance teacher hesitantly agrees.

When you try again, you dance it perfectly and Saeyoung finds himself falling in love with you all over again.

He treats you to bowl after bowl of ice cream with a side of cuddles for the weeks following that first performance.

He’s always in the audience for your future performances as well. (cutie ;-;)

V/Jihyun Kim:

He’s really excited to see you dance since he hasn’t been to a ballet since before the surgery.

He takes you to practice everyday and if he can convince you to let him, he stays and watches you practice.

He’s astounded at how good you are at dancing, every move as graceful and delicate as the last.

He gushes about this to all of his friends and everyone who attends his photography events.

He takes a million pictures of you practicing and frames them, hanging them in various rooms of your house.

Loves to massage your feet after a particularly difficult practice and make you some soup to make you feel better.

He cuddles with you every night following up to the actual performance.

While waiting in the audience for you to come out, he gushes to your parents about how much he loves you and how proud he is of you for coming this far.

Your parents absolutely adore him for this and tell him how you’ve worked all your life to get to this point.

This makes him love it even more.

When you come out on stage holding the nutcracker he almost falls out of his seat when he sees how stunning you look in Clara’s nightdress.

He almost cries at how amazing you’re doing on the stage.

Lowkey gets jealous of the Nutcracker’s dancer because he’s touching his MC.

When you fall while doing a turn he stays in his seat for a moment, not knowing what just happened.

He bolts backstage when your parents poke him in the ribs and tell him that you’ve been injured and will probably be removed from the role of Clara.

When he makes it backstage he’s greeted with your loud sobs and the image of a badly broken ankle.

He’s instantly on the floor next to you, rocking you back and forth and smoothing your hair back while whispering encouraging words.

He takes you everywhere afterwards and makes sure that you get everything you need while on your way to recovery.

Saeran Choi/Unkown/Ray:

He doesn’t really react in a positive (or negative for that matter) way and just nods before returning to the subject you had been on before you brought your performance up.

Inwardly he’s actually pretty excited because he had never seen a ballet before.

He doesn’t bring it up in the two weeks leading up to the performance, just kind of gives you some extra loving for no reason.

On the day of he starts to get nervous.

He’s read on multiple websites that ballet can be a pretty dangerous form of dance and that you could break many bones if you made just one wrong move.

He’s bouncing his legs while waiting for the curtains to open and Saeyoung teases him about possibly being afraid that MC is just a bad dancer.

Saeran full on slaps his brother in the face.

Saeran feels strangely emotional while watching you glide across the stage. He doesn’t know how such an angel could love someone like him.

He was just about to brag to Saeyoung that he has a scarily talented girlfriend when the Nutcracker tripped on a prop and dropped MC, sending her flying off the end of the stage.

Saeran runs to her so quickly that he’s gasping for breath when he reaches her and cradles her unconscious body in his arms.

Tears are silently rolling down the smol bean’s cheeks.

He yells at everyone who tries to take MC away from him, saying that he won’t let them take her from him, that he loves her too much to lose her.

By this time MC had just regained consciousness and told Saeran to take her to the hospital. She was pretty certain that she had broken her right femur and left calf.

When they got home from the hospital Saeran would grumble remarks like “You should have been more careful” and “Why did you scare me like that” but he was really just trying not to cry over how scared he had been.

MC loves him so much for that.

There it is! Hope it’s to your liking! If you have any requests please send me an ask and I’ll do it within 3 or 4 days but I’ll most certainly try for the day I receive it!

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim #yoosung kim #jumin han #hyun ryu #mystic messenger headcanon #mm headcanons #mysme headcanon #mm hc

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The RFA and Saeran. With a MC who loves being loving and flirtish to her friends.

this got reqeusted by @song-of-the-moon-1025 i allready answered your ask but i made it look a bit better in this post. so its the same but the apperence is different lol

Hey I hope you like it. It does not have V sorry I was really out of ideas and I didn’t know what V would do. But if someone wants v just send a request and I am going to try.

Anyway you where my first ever request, thank you it was a bit of a challenge making this. But I hope you like it, and you and others can ofc give me feedback I don’t mind it. 😊

zen

We know Zen as the jealous type don’t we?

And this, he does not like. You are going to flirt with him and not with other people.

And as narcissistic as Zen can be it makes him insecure, he always feels the need to be prefect and to be the only one to you.

He just rather doesn’t have any other guys or girls close to you.

You do understand him, but its just how you are.

You like making your friends feel great and feel loved. When you where younger you where always scared that you friends didn’t like you.

And you didn’t want your friends to go through that, so you made sure they always know.

So that time you invite some friends over at home to have a gossip session about some coworkers Zen stays in the living room.

Those gossiping make him so bored, he doesn’t care which of your coworkers had a weird outfit or said this funny thing to a customer

Okay he does care but a bunch of girls gossiping is just not really his kind of conversation.

As he sits on the sofa and listen to make sure they are nice to you and that they don’t talk about any coworkers who flirt with you

Your friend tells you how she got a new worker at her part on the work floor, and how she is really pretty and perfect. Which makes her really insecure

As she tells you this she sounds sad, she is scared her boss will fire her as maybe he doesn’t need her anymore because he got “miss perfect”.

You get up and pull your friend in a hug, you tell her how perfect she is. And now she is prettier then that girl as she got such beautiful eyes an her hair is so pretty.

You tell her all sorts of things which makes her feel better about herself. You tell her things about how she does her work good but you also tell her stuff about her looks.

Zen just looks at you both and begins to understand it more, he still doesn’t like it. But he understand it more and more.

Your friend gets in a better mood which makes you happy and you being happy makes Zen happy.

He doesn’t like it but he understands it

jumin

The first time you tell your friend you love him he looks at you and raises his eyebrows, you don’t notice this and hug your friend.

He wonders what you are doing. And follows the conversation with the friend carefully.

You told him about this friend, you met him in high school and he always helped you out with stuff, he sounded like a nice guy.

And yesterday he contacted you on social media and you decide to meet up with him.

You tell your friend that he looks better then back in the days, now he grew a beard and he did something new with his hair. And that tattoo what he got, he really looks a lot different.

Jumin looks at him and agrees, it is a handsome man.

After all the hugs and small talk are over you go to the coffee shop, not really Jumin his thing but it seemed nice in here.

You have some small talk with the friend and Jumin joins in at some point.

He tells you friend about his cat and the friend also owns a cat.

Jumin wont stop talking and showing photos and the same goes for the friend

You don’t really have the change to start talking about other things unless you also talk about cats, so you just start compliment the cat of your friend.

That’s something Jumin doesn’t fully agree with.

So after you leave the shop he asks you “Elizabeth the best. Don’t compliment other cats please.

You laugh at him as you head home and tell him how both him and his cat are the best.

Yoosung

It made him a bit insure in the start, but he knew it wasn’t flirting and that you won’t leave him because of that.

He is young and still in school he sees it around him more often.

Friends telling each other how much they care about each other, girls who call each other hot.

It is all normal for him, but he never had his girlfriend say this to others.

So the first time he joins you to a party and you see your best friend and hug her while telling her she’s looking hot he kind of gets insecure

Deep inside he knows you wont leave him, not for a childhood friend.

Not for someone you told him “Is like my little sister” but it kind of hits him.

But after the hug and the quick talk you walk back to Yoosung and hold his hand. You tell your friend about him about how much you love in and how great boyfriend he is.

This makes him smile again. And what even makes you smile more is your friend telling him what an amazing person you are dating. She tells Yoosung how you always make her feel happy and great. Even in bad moments.

And this makes him so happy not only because her friend is happy you are dating him but also because he now understand why you do this.

To make your friends feel happy and appreciated.

And this only confirms more how an amazing person you are, he cant even image how many friends you made smile. How many friends you helped in harder times.

Later that night as he meets more of your friends who you also hug compliment and smile at he knows it.

He has the best partner he could image, and he doesn’t need to be jealous over some compliments and hugs, as he knows he will get the real hugs kisses and love.

This is why he loves you so much.

707

He doesn’t like it that much when you do it.

Telling them you love them, he understands it but he rather has that you say it to him.

But he really does understand. He would have loved it if he got told that he was loved more often by his friends.

The RFA did told him it ,but sometimes he just needed it.

But sometimes you got very close to your friends, giving them hugs giving them compliments.

He didn’t like that, like he is your boyfriend he should be the one who is being hugged

But he does let you do it, he wont give you rules or things you can not do, as he loves you a lot and thinks you deserve to be free.

But after a while he gets used to is, he sees how your friends their mood light up and how close you are to them.

A hug or compliment stopped making him jealous it made him release what a great person you are.

It is important to love your friends and you are so good in it, he mostly just pulled pranks on them but you really did care about your friends.

One night when you are sitting on the sofa with you he tells you “MC you are such an amazing person, and I am glad I am your boyfriend.”

This makes you so happy but when you want to thank him and tell him you are glad that you are his partner.

“And your friends should be glad that they have a friend like you. I mean I never appreciate my friends as much as you do .”

You smile at him and pull him in a hug as you tell him that his friends know he loves and apricate them. And that everyone brings that on a different way.

He is glad you tell him that but he decide to pull less pranks on them and send them more love.

Which really confuses and scares the RFA.

They all kind of wonder of it’s one big prank.

Saeran

Saeran didn’t like it at all. You where dating him not one of your friends.

Because of what happened he could be really paranoid at some times, and this is one of those times.

You two where hanging out with one of your friends who you have known since you were young.

As Saeran didn’t really like her he just sat on the sofa and was playing games on his phone.

You talk with your friend about work she tells you that she got a promotion.

You jump up and give her a big hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek and tell her how proud you are of her.

Saeran looks up from his phone and looks at them both of you hugging and he’s a tiny bit jealous. Its just a hug he tells himself.

But then you give her a friendly kiss on the cheek.

And he gets even more jealous.

You tell your friend how proud you are and tell her that you always knew she had it in her.

You tell her that it’s all because of how smart she is and how hard she worked. But you also jokily tell her that her looks helped to because she’s so good looking.

You sit back on the sofa and Saeran sits closer to you and starts holding your hand tightly.

You notice this while your friend keeps on talking and you pull Saeran a bit closer and whispers that you love him the most.

He nods and mumbles, “I know I’m sorry love, I just love you.”

As the friend keeps talking about some of the work she does Saeran doesn’t take his eyes of you.

When you both go home since it’s been late enough Saeran finely lets go of your hand and asks you: “why ae you flirting with her”

You laugh a bit at his question but you take it seriously as you know how paranoid he can be.

You explain him that it wasn’t flirting but that you just want your friends too know how much you apricate them.

He still doesn’t fully understand, and keeps being paranoid about it.

So you tell him that you make sure he gets the most attention even though you will keep being nice to your friends.

He is okay with that, but deep inside he is still scared you will leave him for one of your friends.

Jeahee

She never really had time for friendship. Work was so time consuming and so was school.

So they few friends she did have where in the RFA. But now she stopped working and began the coffee shop with you it goes better.

Since all your amazing friends also became friends with your loving girlfriend Jeahee.

As soon as they met her they liked her, you hang out with them and Jeahee together often.

It’s almost perfect, or maybe it is.

You always let your friends know how much they mean to you. At first jeahee didn’t really get it but after she met them once or twice she did.

And she started doing the same, she never expected to be like this but she honestly loves giving compliments to your and now also her friends.

Their looks, their amazing personalities, how good they do it at work and school.

And they do the same to her, it makes Jeahee a lot more confident about herself

As she is letting her hair grow she is trying out a few new styles, and the friens help her with it.

They not only take her out to beauty salons of hairstylists, they also take her home and do her hair with her.

And every style looks good on her, it’s an amazing thing seeing Jeahee trying out all these new tings.

And as you tell her she looks beautiful your friends agree in happiness.

But as much as she likes you giving compliments to them just as she does, she likes it more if it happens when the two of you are alone.

So when you get home you guys get comfy under a blanket with coffee. And give each other compliments.

She tells you how important you are to her and you do the same.

She also tells you what an amazing person you are, that you made her gain friends. And that you welcomed her in your so close friend group.

Some of the flirting and compliments can be kept for just the two of you.

Hey thank you that you read it! I am sorry for the grammar mistakes, I edited this at 1am and I am honestly so tired and I am going right to bed after posting this.

Again a like and feedback is appreciated. Thank you <3

#i will do tags ;ater #i just want to sleep now #tags are a thing for in the morning #someone remind me #pls #i mean it if i dont tag this i wont get reads

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