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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year
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Chloe! I absolutely love your event. Here are my choices ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
Sweet Pea, Roses and Orchid.
If it's okay I'd like to specify Mysme, with male s/o.
Hi there! It's actually Chloe' by the way! I'm glad you like my event and I hope you life your results! <3
your s/o is Jumin!!
your rival is Saeyoung!!
your bff is Jaehee!!
your secret admirer is Zen!!
Your Otome Life!
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rfaromance · 1 year
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kissing Saeyoung's hands!!!
"It doesn't even hurt!"
"Please don't fuss over this!"
"I'm telling you, honey butter, I'm fine!"
Saeyoung's protests fell on deaf ears as you dragged him to the bathroom, where the lighting was better. You didn't care what he had to say; the cut on his hand looked nasty, and you weren't going to risk letting anything happen to your lover.
"Look, it's not even bleeding anymore!"
You snorted as you pushed him against the countertop. "Sit," you ordered, and with a grumble Saeyoung obediently plopped himself on the counter. "It is still bleeding!" you wailed in dismay, as you held his hand up to the light.
"So you can hear me."
"Saeyoung Choi!"
Hastily you dug out first aid supplies from the cabinet. As you searched for bandages and ointments, you could spot a dark hoodie shuffling out of the corner of your eye. "Don't even think about leaving," you snapped. "You are getting patched up here and now!"
The shuffling stopped.
Heaving a huge sigh, you returned to Saeyoung with supplies in tow. Carefully you reached past him to turn on the faucet, soaking and soaping a washcloth. You then turned back to Saeyoung and gently grabbed his injured hand. He didn't resist you this time, but rather tutted dramatically as you began to dab at the wound.
"Saeyoung... how in the world did you manage this?"
"One of my babies is in her rebellious teen phase."
"You mean there could be OIL in here, and you weren't going to let me clean it?" The horror and exasperation in your voice were powerful enough to make him wince.
"It's really not a big deal," he began, but you firmly squeezed his hand to shut him up.
After you'd wiped off the dry blood, you were able to see his injury clearly for the first time. A gash on the side of his hand, running from the bottom of his pinky finger to the top of his wrist. "This is the length of your palm," you fretted.
"Couldn't even tell."
His tone was different, somehow. He'd stopped arguing but also was acting less blasé. Now he just sounded... tired. Resigned. Hollow.
"It really doesn't hurt?" you asked softly. Carefully you put the washcloth in the sink, and you reached out to get the antibiotic ointment. "It didn't even sting when I washed it?"
"Not even a tickle."
You didn't want to believe him, but as you spread the ointment over his injury, he didn't flinch once. You gave his palm an experimental squeeze, wondering if he'd react. "Shoot!"
The pressure had opened the cut once again.
"I felt that," Saeyoung commented as you grabbed the washcloth again to dab at the edges of the wound. "It just... felt no different than picking up a shoe or opening a doorknob."
You reapplied the antibiotic that you had wiped off, furrowing your brow as thoughts raced around in circles in your head. Had his fingers always been this calloused? Had his knuckles always been covered with this many old, faded scars? Had his fingers, thin as they are, always been this muscular? Your own hands suddenly felt so feeble, so flimsy, as you began winding gauze around his hand, over and over.
"I can't afford to feel too much pain," was all he offered in explanation. "Not the way I've lived.
"Hands like mine don't deserve tender care from someone like you."
Having just put on the last stretch of bandages, you looked up at him with sorrow in your eyes. Much to your dismay, he was looking up at the ceiling, perhaps unable to meet your gaze.
You didn't know the full extent of the things that he had done to keep himself and Saeran alive; you didn't particularly care. All that mattered was that you knew he undertook those actions and made those choices in the name of love. He was a good person.
He had stopped trying to push you away, so why did he have to talk as if he was still damning himself? Did he plan to live the remainder of his life joyfully, but then spend his afterlife in flames? You didn't quite know or understand his feelings on that matter.
But you did know you loved him, and that he deserved every reminder you could give him.
"Your hands can't feel anything anymore?" you murmured, the lilt in your voice clearly prompting him for an answer.
"If only."
The detached, distant expression on Saeyoung's face immediately melted away, replaced by one of awe, caution, fear, and wonder, as your lips began to peck at each and every one of his knuckles. Then his fingertips. Then his (bandaged) palm. You even nudged the injured side of his hand with your nose, gently so as not to aggravate the wound. "Nothing at all?"
His tearful golden eyes met yours directly as he whispered, "Maybe there's something after all."
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undercover707 · 7 months
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marshmallowprotection · 7 months
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SAEYOUNG'S ARMS ALWAYS GOT ME WEAAAKKK THEYRE COMFORTING AND ATTRACTIVE
HE HAS TO COVER THEM UP CUS IM GONNA
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Every Saeyoung MC has one collective braincell and it only knows to look at his arms. I can't blame y'all. His arms were made to hold and keep you safe.
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fourth-wall-rebuilder · 8 months
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Can you tell I'm farming for the after endings rn
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keii · 9 months
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Mint Eye Yoosung making a reappearance. Despite the red flags in his head, he keeps coming back to MC's quarters since Saeran is usually busy to check up on her.
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momomallowart · 5 months
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Hey~?
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withoutzeuzey · 5 months
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If you're in the mood to draw mysme, might I request some Jaehee doodles?
Thank you for the request!! I actually drew her after yoosung yesterday lol she's my bae~ I drew one more page for you!
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Sorry the photo quality is bad 😩 couldn't arrange the light
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spacexseven · 1 year
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So about 707... What kind of yandere do you think he'd be?
cw: yandere themes, stalking
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definitely the type to literally worship his darling. like, he has a whole shrine for them, and that's even before they actually meet.
he totally starts off as a stalker, feeling like they would never actually want to be w him or like him, but eventually, he feels a little less inadequate. he'd use his work as an excuse as to why darling has to be careful about making friends and tries to convince them to become friends w someone like vanderwood, who he trusts. definitely suggests just running away and going off-grid together w darling, is really like 'all i need it you'. believes darling is too good for him (and everyone else) which is why he's fixated on isolating them so much. if they happen to be around the same area, he's definitely disguising himself to try and approach them, or he starts texting them online as 707, far too nervous to let them meet the real him just yet. speaking off, i think he'd purposely place a phone/download an app into your phone so you can talk to him (and its easier for him to spy on you) ^^
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ask-sevenjuzen · 9 months
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What do you all think of each other?
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>> Juju didn't want to answer... BUT HE LOVES US!
DEFENDER OF JUSTICE, 707, SIGNING OUT
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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years
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I see! Sadly it's Monday but I assure you the mysme fandom isn't that dead! I can't wait for the next Saeyoung Sunday, I'll try coming up with something for that 😊
It’s pretty dead homes 😭 but yes we will try again next week
But…mwahahaha it’s now Mammon Monday 😈
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rfaromance · 4 months
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Fluffy ZenZen? 👀👀 (little sister here to be a pain ofcsofcs)
Every visit to Zen's place became a new story to unfold.
The first time you went to Zen's apartment, the butterflies swarming inside of your stomach were so agitated and fervent that you swore you could still feel them to this day. Back then, part of the issue had been convincing Zen to allow you to come over in the first place. You respected his efforts to be a gentleman, but also...
You couldn't help but chuckle at how flustered he had been, blabbering about a "beast" that would come out "under the full moon" and how you needed to be "safe." It was endearing, but as much as you adored Zen, you wished he could be more upfront about his feelings. You weren't a child! Why did he have to make himself sound like some hungry werewolf?
His warnings had instilled a sense of caution into you nonetheless. You wanted to see where he lived and try to get closer to him, but maybe he had his reasons for wanting to keep a bit of distance between the two of you. Maybe he had skeletons in the closet that he wasn't ready to unearth just yet.
Rather than any skeletons, the first time you finally visited Zen's abode, you found... a whole lot of nothing, actually.
"Zen! This place is so bare!" You could remember your protests at the sparse furniture. "Even your refrigerator is growing cobwebs!" Did he seriously live on salads, water, and beer?
"I'm not a flashy guy!"
"Liar!"
You both knew that wasn't the case. Zen was always eager to flirt and show off his body every opportunity he could. Why wouldn't his apartment be flashy too?
That was a major turning point in your relationship, when you began to see past his facade and realize he was actually more timid and humble than he wanted others to know. Zen put on an act of arrogance to conceal his insecurities, and his minimalist living space reflected who he was at his core: a simple person who was satisfied with just being appreciated and loved, not for his looks but for the comfort and kindness he could provide.
Each subsequent visit revealed a new side to him. Slowly, his apartment began to take on new life. You weren't sure where all his trinkets had appeared from, but the next visit you discovered an old costume hanging on a door, and the visit after that you found CDs from a variety of musical that he used to practice. (You teased him relentlessly for still using a Walkman to listen to those.)
"Zen? What's this?"
You stepped out of the restroom to see his closet door halfway open. While you didn't want to invade his privacy, your curiosity was too strong. A long, wooden handle was catching the faint light from his bedroom, and you couldn't help but wonder what it was.
"Handle" wasn't very accurate. As you drew closer to the closet, you saw strings running down the surface and knobs on the side.
"Y/N! Hey, hey, what are you doing, going through a man's personal stuff?"
You nearly jumped out of your skin as Zen's voice suddenly appeared behind you. You were so absorbed in the mystery in front of you that you hadn't noticed his approaching footsteps. "Zen, if you say things like that, I'm going to think you have weird secrets in your closet."
A deep blush spread across Zen's pale face like a rosebush in bloom. "That's... anyway, let's go back to the living room."
Swallowing the disappointment rising in your chest, you reluctantly nodded. "Okay." You didn't want to push him to do something that made him uncomfortable, after all.
You exited his bedroom and walked over to the couch, flopping down onto your favorite cushion. You expected Zen to drop down next to you, like always, but he was nowhere to be found. "Zen?"
A moment later, a shy pair of ruby eyes peeked at you from the doorway. "I'm rusty. Just know that, alright?"
Rusty? What was he talking about?
You had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping as Zen entered the living room with an old acoustic guitar in his hands. "But since you're so curious... I'll do my best to serenade you."
His hands trembled slightly as he sat down beside you, trying to place his fingers in the proper positions. "I'm lucky my parents didn't smash this girl when they found out," he mumbled, half to you and half to himself. "She carried me through a lot of tough times. I guess it's only fair to play her every now and again."
Clearly there was a story behind this guitar. A story that went beyond the guitar and to Zen's past, his story, his life. "Zen, you don't have to-"
"That should do it. Alright, love. You're very lucky to get a one-on-one show with me, you know? I wouldn't turn this down if I were you." The light returned to his eyes, and he turned to you with a beaming smile. "What'll it be, darling?"
"Hyun..." You could hardly choke out his name as tears began to prickle at your eyes and your throat. Hoping to brighten the mood, you decided to tease him a little. "Hm... how about a little Elvis?"
Zen's dumbstruck and slightly horrified look said more than a thousand words.
"... Anyway, here's Wonderwall."
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undercover707 · 1 month
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Happy out of touch Thursday
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marshmallowprotection · 7 months
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"I've got you, my love," his gentle voice never failed to find you at the lowest point of your day. "If you feel complicated, come lean on me... Please sleep peacefully in my arms."
You were never one to turn down the offer when it came up. After the day you had, no, after the long week you had, the one thing you could dream of doing was going to sleep for the rest of the night. You didn't want to deal with the rest of the world anymore.
You wanted to close your eyes and relish in the opportunity to be held by somebody who never made you feel like you had to explain what was bothering you until you were ready to talk about it.
Saeran never rushed you before you were ready.
If all you needed was a shoulder to cry on, he would always be there to offer it every single time you looked at him with those big, puppy dog eyes. You knew he would be there for you no matter what, just as you would be there for him no matter what. But there was something sweet about knowing just how quickly he would come to your side without you having to say a single word about it.
You could ask him to be there for you or he would be there waiting for you no matter what... You considered yourself lucky to be the person on the receiving end of the massive web of love in his heart. He would always be your one true love, no matter what happened in your life. It was as simple as that. He understood what nobody else did... or ever could.
There would always be time to talk about what made you upset. There would always be a chance to get around to talking about what made it hurt so much that you broke down in tears the minute you walked through the door. But, for now, the only thing you wanted to do was be held and the only thing he wanted to do was hold you.
"Don't worry, my love. I don't intend to go anywhere tonight. You are... my priority. I don't know what made you feel so overwhelmed. But, you don't need to worry about anything anymore. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I love you."
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vieapuff · 6 months
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[♀] valentines day prep
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keii · 6 months
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loser college (skipping) student, Yoosung, still manages to get a gf without trying
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