Note: Am I addicted to Saeyoung Choi and the sick reader trope? Yes. Yes I am.
"Y/n?" was all that the members kept asking in the chatroom as they wondered where you went. You were in the middle of explaining the theme for the next party before you just...stopped replying.
"Shit." Seven muttered as he glanced at your passed out body from the cctv. Not even bothering to change from his pajamas and bed hair (or think about the consequences aka Vanderwood), he hurriedly drove to your apartment using the fastest among his babies.
"Y/n..?" he called out once getting inside Rika's apartment only to find your body still passed out in the same place he saw minutes ago.
He rushed to your side immediately checking your pulse and breathing. His moment of relief was short-lasting as he realized you were down with a heavy fever.
Carrying you over to your bed, he immediately looled around your kitchen for anything he could prepare for you before beaming at the sight of cup noodles (yes. thats the best you're going to get from his cooking skills)
"Saeyoung?" you called weakly as you caught a glimpse of a blurry red figure approaching you. "Oh good you're awake. Come on eat up." he motioned as he handed you your cup noodles.
Feeling too tired to eat, you immediately shook your head and covered yourself under the covers. "Agent 606 you need to eat!" he exclaimed.
"Come on~ The world needs your help agent! The plane is gonna crash!" The playfully exclaimed as he motioned the spoon of soup towards you like an airplane.
"Left them all die for all I care!" you whined. "Come on save atleast a few~" he insisted but you kept your mouth shut.
"Muah!"
You felt his lips on your forehead and gaped at him in shock as you felt your jaw drop. Grinning to himself, Seven entered the spoon inside your mouth before lifting your chin to close it. "Mission accomplished agent 606! Good job!"
You felt your cheeks grow warmer as you swallowed the soup.
"I know you're busy Saeyoung. Thanks for taking care of me." you mumbled as Saeyoung lifted the blanket higher to cover your neck.
"You really are...pretty handsome.." you mumbled tiredly as you looked at him one last time before dozing off.
Seven felt his inner programming start to malfunction at your words and suddenly felt his cheeks heat up. Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
.
.
.
"It's cause you have a fever!" you exclaimed as you woke up to a heavily sweating Saeyoung by your side and checked his temperature.
"Wear a mask next time alright!" You exclaimed before letting him lay on your bed.
"Achoo! But then you won't get to see my handsome face!"
V and you taking pictures of a cat on a date [ Fluff ]
Warnings: none
One-shot
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Mini-series
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Series
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NSFW under the cut
[ NSFW ]
Alphabets
Zen NSFW Alphabet
I have read a lot of this alphabets so I am going to do my own little wicked version of it ( and of all the other MM characters). The ideas I wrote here are mine, my own NSFW headcanons and I haven’t read any NSFW alphabets of Mystic Messenger, please don’t come at me if you disagree with my imagination. (Needless to say I have been writing this at 3 am).
Headcanons
V, 707, Yoosung, Vanderwood and Cumin with a s/o with a very high libido (Requested)
Request:
Hello! Can I request V, 707, yoosung, vanderwood and jumin with a s/o with a very high libido? Like has to have sex or at least some kind of orgasm at least once a day?
If you don't write for someone I included it's alright!!
Hi! Idk if you still write about MM (I hope so 🥺) but I want to request something based on Yoosung route (he’s my precious baby 💜). So, what if the bomb in the apartment goes boom even if Seven tries his best, but MC somehow survived and is quite ok, but Yoosung and the rest thinks that she’s dead. They are carrying the party anyway to honor her memory and her hard work that she putted into organizing it and then MC is showing up on it asking Yoosung to dance out of blue.
I hope you understand what I mean even if my English is not so good ❤️
SC: Wanna dance? [Yoosung]
A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to reply to this request, my laptop suddenly broke so I struggled a bit to finish this one, but I really hope you enjoy it!!
Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint a lil' bit (?)
Word Count: 2,390.
It was over.
There no longer was something Yoosung had to protect or to fight for. It was completely over now that MC was no longer here.
Yoosung was shocked and out of himself, his breathing speeding up every time he read Seven’s message in the chatroom:
707: There… There was an explosion in Rika’s apartment… And it seems that MC was there when it happened.
Yoosung stopped reading there. The chatroom flooded with a thousand messages more; maybe Jaehee and Zen asking what happened, maybe Jumin assessing the situation and giving instructions. He didn’t know. He stopped reading after that.
Everyone was anxiously waiting for Yoosung’s message blaming V, insulting him and desperately asking for the apartment’s address so he could go himself and see with his own eyes. That was what everyone, was expecting from him, but that never came; instead, a very worrying calmness showered Yoosung’s mind.
No, no, no. This is not happening. Were the only words crossing his mind.
After they noticed Yoosung wasn’t in the right condition to do anything, Zen decided to drop by his dorm and take care of him, ready for the blond to snap at any minute and start blaming whoever was in his way.
Soon enough, V entered the chatroom and explained he was on his way to the apartment. Since the cameras went out of service just before the explosion, Seven had no way to check the place.
V: I’m arriving right now at the apartment. Please wait a bit more until I see what happened.
V: The explosion was rather small and only affected Rika’s apartment, so it looks like the bomb was modified to on—
His messages stopped then, not answering to Jaehee’s or Jumin’s, then he finally said:
V: I know this may sound imprudent, and I hope you all understand the reason I will ask you all this… But I think it’s best if we carry on with the party. I will take responsibility for MC from now on. I don’t want her efforts to go to waste.
V’s words stunned the rest of the RFA members, and then he stopped responding to their messages saying he had to take care of the situation.
A long discussion took place in the chatroom, everyone complained about how they would be able to continue with the party despite the horrible situation, even Jumin admitted it was a bit too much. But they finally came to agree that the party could be a way to honor MC’s efforts and let everyone know her sweet heart.
Yoosung, however, was still under a spell, not allowing him to asses whatever was happening around him, it took him hours to finally react, and when he did, he screamed, shouted and cried, blaming V, blaming Seven, blaming everyone that supported the decision of letting MC stay in that apartment.
Eventually he had to calm down and understand that there was nothing else to be done, and that continuing with MC’s job was the best thing to do in that situation.
As the days passed, V reassured the rest of the members that he was taking care of MC’s situation very carefully, and that he didn’t want to overwhelm Yoosung, so he tried to handle everything himself.
Everyone was kind of thrown aback by V’s behavior before such disturbing situation, but decided to give him the last drops of trust they had towards him, refusing to believe their long-time friend would be as cold as to not treat the matter with the seriousness it deserves.
While the RFA was mourning the loss of their beloved member, two people were recovering in the hospital for minor injuries caused by the impact of an explosion. MC was certainly anxious and unsure if hiding her status was the best thing to do in that moment, but she made sure to follow V’s instructions of staying in the hospital until the party, and watch Saeran until he wakes up.
A few days had passed ever since she met the bleached-hair boy in person at her apartment, he had entered through the window using only God knows what methods to get there. He tried to take her outside using force, but MC fought with all her might to escape the boy’s grip.
She only remembers him saying “Stop fighting, we don’t have time before—“.
And then an explosion took place.
When she woke up, she had some minor scars and a strong headache, but she put aside her pain when she heard what seemed to be V’s voice talking with who she recognized to be the boy from before.
“Saeran, please let me explain—”
“NO! I don’t want to hear anything from you, go away!”
Not long after, V noticed MC had woken up. He hurried to ask for her forgiveness and explain the situation as best as he could and, as expected, he only released as much information as it was needed for MC to grasp what had happened, and who the boy was.
MC accepted V’s request to stay by Saeran, the boy’s, side to watch him and protect him until the party was over, just as she recovered from her condition. However, MC’s heart weighed at the thought of Yoosung being alone during such hard times, and having to deceive him even if it was for his and her own well-being, only for a few days, enough time for V to take care of Rika and the Mint Eye. She prayed that soon the horrible situation would pass and she would finally be by her love’s side.
Yoosung, on the other side, was completely destroyed. He skipped classes and always asked Jaehee to give him tasks related to the party to keep himself busy; as soon as he finished one, he asked for another, desperate to avoid the thoughts hunting him of how he could have done much more, how he could have protected the only person that motivated him to grow as a man and as a person.
The rest of the members didn’t even try to convince him to go to school, as they knew he would only get mad saying that the only thing that mattered now was to carry on with his love’s hard work.
The days passed and now the eleventh day had arrived, and the day everyone had been expecting for a long time, now was just a gloomy ceremony they knew they had to go on with.
Yoosung took his time to prepare himself, his hair and his clothes were spotless as he did his best to look less depressed, imagining how MC would wait for him at the party’s hall and compliment him about his looks.
Even though he was calmer than what everyone expected, deep down he had been only waiting patiently for the party his love had organized with all her effort, to finish and then focus all his might to uncover all the RFA’s hidden secrets and understand what really happened to MC, not caring anymore what he will have to go through and who he will have to go against, as long as the truth was uncovered.
Contrary to Yoosung’s negative thoughts filled with anger, MC was feeling delighted thanks to the news V had brought for her, telling her how now almost everything was solved and both Saeran and her were safe, so there was no need for MC to stay there anymore.
“Then… Is it possible for me to go to the party?” She asked with a voice full of hope, eager to finally see in person her lovely blond boy.
V smiled and nodded, replying: “Yes, if that is what you wish. Though…” He rushed to ask her one more thing. “Please don’t tell them about Saeran, I… I will take care of that soon.”
MC couldn’t help but feel regretful and saddened by the secrets the leader of the RFA was keeping with him, but then came to the conclusion that things could only be resolved if V accepted to share the weight of the secrets with the members.
Those thoughts only stopped her for a few seconds, forgetting about them as soon as V offered to take her in his car to the venue the party was taking place at. MC didn’t even stutter when accepting his offer, and not caring about not being properly dressed, they hurried to meet their friends.
Yoosung was behind the main stage of the party hall, getting a thorough explanation by Jaehee about how things would unfold during the rest of the event, though he was not hearing a single thing, immersed in his own thoughts.
As he looked down at his formal clothes, the reality was slowly sinking in; all the plans he previously had to uncover the truth, all his plans about the party and what he would do after it, they all disappeared. Only her name still in his thoughts, and her eyes remaining bright.
A single tear fell down, and without acknowledging it he kept staring down. Jaehee couldn’t help noticing that, so she stopped her words and stayed silent for a few seconds, before sending him to Seven.
“Oh, buddy.” Was the only thing Seven could say, as he too was silently suffering the guilt of not being able to protect his friends.
Jaehee and Jumin observed from the distance, doubting their decision of continuing with the party, even if it was meant to be in MC’s honor, they had to admit it was a difficult situation.
The party had a gloomy vibe despite their efforts to make everything as professional as possible. Yoosung was one step away from crying out loud an exploding with emotions. Seven was barely holding back his plead for forgiveness, not needing his friend to say a single word to know he blamed him for his incompetence, while Zen was just trying to deal with both of them and holding back his own emotions.
“Mr. Han, maybe I underestimated the severity of the matter.” Jaehee spoke, observing their friends from afar. “Will we be okay…?”
As Jumin was about to reply, his phone rang with the call identifier showing his best friend’s name.
“V? What’s wrong?”
He stayed silent for a few seconds, as a confused expression crossed his face.
“So, you’ll be attending the party, then?” Jumin restrained all the doubts that wanted to burst out and stopped himself from questioning his old friend.
“Alright, then.”
He hung up and turned around to walk towards the party entrance, but not even a moment later the doors suddenly opened. The quiet entrance of a woman did not attract much attention, however, it managed to shock the hosts of the party.
“Y-Yoosung…” Zen, who was comforting his younger friend in a tight embrace preventing him from causing too much of a scene, pointed to the person standing at the entrance with his face showing nothing but surprise and disbelief.
MC was just standing there looking around trying to track down the blond boy she was eagerly waiting for. When she spotted a handsome silver-haired guy staring shocked at her as if he had seen a ghost, she noticed the small figure leaning against him.
MC smiled brightly and waved her hand as high as she could to attract their attention, as if she needed to do so.
“Yoosung!” She shouted not caring to startle the guests around her.
The boy froze in his place, not wanting to turn around afraid of losing the small drop of hope left in his heart by mistaking what he had just heard.
A moment passed by and Zen said:
“H-Hey, Yoosung, she’s waiting for you, you should turn around and see.”
He couldn’t decipher if what he heard in Zen’s voice was happiness, mixed with astonishment, or what. The whole situation was so weird, he couldn’t afford to fool himself anymore like he did with Rika, when he convinced himself she was still alive.
His thoughts kept drifting away and coming back to the same place as he heard what seemed to be a pair of heels running towards their direction. As the sound approached more and more, his heart was beating faster and faster. Then he felt a small hand lay on his shoulder carefully.
“… Yoosung?”
He immediately turned around and stared at the woman in front of him. MC looked at him with a big smile and a spark of excitement in his eyes.
“I’m… I’m sorry for appearing out of nowhere, I just couldn’t help myself since I really wanted to have a dance with you tonight.”
MC shyly looked down, now understanding how frightened they must have been when they saw her show up after days of probably thinking her dead. Her rose cheeks and lips trembling in fear of Yoosung’s rejection.
He probably will be very mad, right…?
As if he read her mind and to prove her wrong, he hurried and embraced her tightly. His heart was now feeling lighter after what had been the worst days of his life.
“It’s really you.” He whispered in her ears, with a gentle and relieved tone.
MC sighed, glad of not being rejected.
“Yes, it’s me.” She let a shy laugh come out of her lips. “Then, wanna dance?” Taking a step back, she offered her right hand towards him.
Yoosung looked down at her hand and nodded, placing his shaking hand onto hers, the expectation of feeling her touch now flooding him along with happiness and love.
“I’m glad you asked.” He replied, then walked with her towards the center of the hall where other couples were dancing to a waltz.
Yoosung didn’t care or pay any attention to the fact that MC was underdressed for the event, or that the rest of the RFA was probably having a mental breakdown after seeing MC walk in as if nothing ever happened.
He was just happy to be lucky enough to see the woman, who he was sure was the love of his life, and be able to share a small and simple but very special moment like that one, where he held her in his caring embrace and she whispered sweet words of love in his ear.
Right then and there, Yoosung thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
• At first, the relationship first felt awkward. Saeyoung was blushing all the time when he sees you around or when you guys go out to get some food. He slowly got more comfortable but you couldn’t help but find it cute. How could you not?
• Once you guys started dating for more then a few months now, Saeyoung would start or try and start to be more affectionate. Despite always being funny and loving, he didn’t know how to approach you with a hug or kiss you on the cheek. He acted this way because of his childhood. He also got so used to hacking 24/7 and not having a proper diet at all that he didn’t expect to get scolded at.
• Once Saeyoung saw his s/o crying by yourself about how he doesn’t take time for himself and how he doesn’t sleep at night, oh boy.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. He started eating your cooking more often and even neglecting his favorite buddha honey chips and Dr.Pepper! After he saw his s/o more happy that he’s healthy he felt butterflies in his stomach from that smile of yours. He knew that in the end he made a good choice for himself, too.
• Saeyoung would always tease his s/o about how cute they looked in one of their outfits and how they looked under him. It would make them blush and he would just get a cheeky smirk under his belt. He loved the way he could make you feel, one moment you’re feeling normal and the next you feel hot and flustered by him. It just makes him so.. accomplished in a way. By the way he acts, Saeyoung does have a praise kink.
• You guys would always or most of the time wear matching couple outfits! You guys would also cosplay your favorite animes and shows that it would be so cute in general. He always thought he was weird cosplaying as a girl but once his s/o assured him it was normal he did it 24/7! You bet he has all of his waifus and husbandos. Each one has at LEAST 3 cosplays for him to choose. His s/o would just laugh and tease at how devoted he was.
• 50/50 for Saeyoung with PDA. Sometimes he would kiss you right in front of hundreds of people and other times it would be a simple hand holding and walking up the streets together. If you wanted some affection though in public, Saeyoung would be glad to give it to you!
• His s/o is the only one that can call him Luciel other than Saeran. The way you say it makes it so 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜. He calls you 606 or “My honey!~”
• His s/o and him would always be in sync but your arguments can get pretty serious if it’s about your safety or how Saeyoung won’t stop working for hours. It would end with someone going out to take a breather but you guys would make up and talk about it calmly with some cuddles.
• With food, once he had ate his s/o cooking the first time he decided that’s the only food he’ll eat which made you laugh but he wasn’t kidding.. He even neglected Chick-Fill-A’s amazing nuggets and waited until you made your nuggets. That reallllllly surprised you and everyone else.
• In the end, 707 is an amazing boyfriend and you can’t wait to marry him on a spaceship together. You’re his 606 and he’s your 707.
theme/s: bestfriend, confession, makeout, only mild nsfw
this is my second present for my friend because sae is her baby haha. anyway, feel free to listen to the song whilst reading!
You knew you couldn’t be selfish to call him yours.
He’s different; his job, his life, heck even his identity. As much as he kept secrets from you, you knew there was more to him than just that bubbly, slightly cringey, cute guy you met in the net.
You were bored by time when you matched with him in some random dating app, not really knowing you’d enjoy his crazy jokes and eventually, his company. It took you awhile before he actually went by your place and vice versa. However, he preferred the latter since he said he has a lot of work and he’d bring at least his laptop when he comes by your place or he’d have to go home early to finish his work. He’s a very busy man, you realized. That’s also why you two never progressed into something other than that line between friendship and being an official couple.
It was not what you two intended anyway at first. There were some casual flirting—wait, scratch that. There were a lot of flirting especially in texts or calls. However, he tends to shy up and just friend-zone you whenever you see each other in real life. You figured it was just his personality and he was never really interested to get serious so you pushed aside those budding feelings, going to several blind dates setup by your other friends or hookups that only lasted for just one night or at most, a week.
No one was like Luciel—or if that’s really his name.
You figured out it was not his real name when you got to talk to one of his friends—Yoosung, who went by his place one time to pickup some Honey Buddha Chips when he saw you, surprising the hell out of the boy. You could remember how freaked out he was that “Seven”—another name of his—was not telling anyone he has someone who he hangs out every now and then. You two exchanged numbers at that time and became friends. You tried to flirt with him, but you just couldn’t do it.
He’s just not Luciel.
Until one day, you realized you’d been trying to find him in every person you meet, setting up the standards to match the kind of person he is. Ah, shit. You totally fell deep into this one, you cursed to yourself.
“Hey, hey, are you still watching?” a voice pulls you from your train of thoughts, the owner of the said voice being the center of said thoughts. You sigh as you turn to Luciel, gazing at his golden eyes, laced with dark bags underneath, his glasses sitting comfortably under his sharp nose. He seems tired but he still made time for you to hangout today. Why does he have to be so kind? Why is he making it hard for you not to fall deeper into that unfair thing called love—or whatever it is?
“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, his smile falling as he looks at you worriedly. “Do you not like the movie?”
You avert away, avoiding his eyes, afraid he’d see through the hundred bricked walls you’ve built up against him, just like the security gate that he has before you could get in his home.
“It’s not that-“ your voice comes out rushed. “-maybe I’m just tired.” you were—it’s not a lie. You’re tired of hiding these feelings and not acting upon it. How could you? You’re too afraid to break whatever friendship you had with him—the only relationship that mattered to you right now.
“Oh.” he lets out. “Do you want to-uhm-stop watching? Do you want to sleep? You can sleep for awhile, I think. If only you want to though! I’m not forcing you or anything.” he blabbered, clearly embarrassed.
Don’t do that, Luciel, you say to your mind. Don’t make me hope.
“No, it’s alright. Let’s watch.” you say, dropping your hands to fish some Honey Buddha Chips that were settled onto a big bowl in between the two of you. However, before you could even do so, a familiar warmth envelops your hand and your head whips to Luciel, surprised.
He has a blush on his cheeks, almost resembling the color of his hair. “Y/n-I could tell something’s bothering you. What is it? You should not feel this way, it’s your birthday.”
Ah, that’s right. The reason he probably invited you was because he felt bad he couldn’t even go to your birthday gathering, where you gathered several of your friends to a club last night. Your head still spins from all the stuff that went on; all the drinking, kissing, dancing. Have you hooked up with someone else? You can’t even remember. Maybe you did. All you knew was that you hated Luciel’s work—for taking him from you, even if he wasn’t yours anyway.
“It’s nothing.” you brush his question away, but not his hand. His hand felt too warm and amazing against yours. You’re too selfish to push it away.
The look on his eyes made you want to say what’s been bothering you. But it’s not that simple. You can’t really tell him you’ve been in love with him after almost two years of friendship; that you can’t get him off your head even if you’re fucking another person or in another blind date, finding his warmth and touches in other people. Did you though? Nope. Not a single one.
His thumb brushes softly against your hand, butterflies spreading from your stomach, traveling to your heart. He’s not one to initiate skinship and it made you wonder why he’s doing this now. You wanted to question him, you really do. But how could you? You’re afraid he’d stop it altogether.
“It’s not nothing.” he objects, his voice soft. “Today’s your special day. Uh-Do you want to do something else? Do you want to play games? Do you-“
“You can’t-“ you cut him off from his rambling, pulling your gaze away from his eyes to divert your attention back at the television screen. “You can’t give me what I want.”
You tried focusing, despite the distraction that his hand provided. However, your efforts were futile. You can’t even get the gist of the movie by now. Is this an action movie? Or comedy? You’ve got not a single idea.
You felt him remove the bowl in between the two of you without letting go of your hand and move closer, until he was inches away, his whole body facing yours. “Come on, tell it to me! I’m sure I can probably hack my way into it.” he laughs, trying to lift up the mood, probably.
“You can’t, Luciel.” you used his name—fake name, your tone indicating that the conversation was over and you didn’t want to talk about it. You could tell he wanted to push it but he kept his mouth shut. It ached you to act like this to him. But what could you do? One look from him will make you get on your knees if he wanted. One touch and you’d be crumbling down your walls to let him in. Maybe-
Maybe you should stop hiding?
I mean, there’s nothing left to recover, right? If this keeps on going, it would just be the same as being heartbroken from the unrequited feelings. Were you willing to risk Luciel and your friendship?
You were not the one who decided that, however, for a hand grasps gently on your chin, making you face him once again. You noticed how he had leaned closer to you, taking your breath away at the current proximity between the two of you.
“Hey...” you snap, a bit harsher than you intended. “What are you doing?”
He was blushing, but he did not back down. This is not just part of those flirting you’ve done before—it’s different from all of those you’ve done before.
“I...” he trails off, almost like he wanted to say something. But then he lets out a sigh, bumping his forehead into yours while closing his eyes.
You could smell him—it was not the scent from the Honey Buddha Chips he’d probably eaten all day, but rather it was a the sweetness and freshness of his perfume, most likely sprayed earlier on before you came. Bergamot with hints of lemon? You don’t really know much about luxurious perfumes but you could tell that he’d spent a generous money on this one.
You couldn’t hold back. It was your fault for cutting that thin thread of separation between friends and something more. You were the one who held on his jacket, pulling him closer to you and inhaling on his scent.
His eyes shot open, now looking at you with a surprised look. You could feel your heart pound when you met his golden irises, observing his reaction.
You dreaded as the seconds pass by, silence hanging between the two of you despite the distant noise from the built-in speakers that was installed in his living room. Yet, the only thing you could focus on were his eyes, his scent, his warmth, his soft breaths—in short, him.
Until he finally closes his eyes and relents all the restraints that bounded him from doing something more, leaning forward to brush his lips slightly onto yours, testing the waters.
Your heart jumps but you didn’t move away. Instead, you decided to let it all go and met his lips again, this time giving in to your inner desires for once and for all. You knew you should’ve stopped, should’ve pushed him away. But what can you do when you’ve just ached for him that much?
The kisses were light as a feather, and his lips were inexperienced. Yet, it didn’t fail to make your heart flutter like a high-school girl kissing her crush. The hands that gripped on his jacket pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as a result.
You pull away to kiss the side of his lips, a hand raising to cup his jaw, relishing on the way he responds. You did sense uncertainty in his aura however, and it made you stop your actions.
“Is this... okay?” you ask, voice hushed in a whisper, like you’re afraid anybody else will hear despite knowing no on else was there aside from you and him.
He peaks a look at you and nods, a simple action yet it weighed much more than anything else you’ve done your whole life. You caress his cheek, as gentle as a dove flopping its wings as it glides into the air. You adored the way he leans into your touch, resembling a scene of yourself petting a cat.
“There will be no going back.” you spilled the words out of your mouth, as if telling it to yourself at the same time. This time, he looks you straight in the eye behind his Gucci glasses, his messy vermillion locks adoring his head, accentuating more of his sharp but adorable face.
“I know. I just-“ he pauses, his brows furrowing. “I can’t hide it anymore. Whenever I see you sad, it hurts me how I can’t comfort you the way I want to.”
You held the sides of his face and gave him all of your attention, letting him speak further. His expressions told you a lot of his emotions, mirroring the inside with the outside with how exposed he was.
“I want to hug you whenever you’re stressed, I want to kiss all of your tears away. You don’t know how much I want to take your mind away from all the things that brings a frown to your face.” he rattles on, pouring out all of his emotions to you. You’ve never seen him look so broken and desperate, and you just want to hug the daylights out of him.
But you did more than that, pressing your lips to his once again, lasting for a couple of seconds before you lean back and gaze at him lovingly. “You can, you know. You just have to let me in.”
He didn’t respond verbally after that. Instead, he kissed you again, filled with emotions of the moon that chose to show itself in the darkness of the night.
Moments passed by in a blur; his touches making you feel light-headed and his kisses being the only thing that’s keeping you from pushing on. It was finally happening—he’s finally the one in front of you, taking you to bed, not just some random stranger you’ve picked up from the bar or someone who you’ve just had your first date with.
“Luciel, I-“
“I’m not Luciel.”
Your head snapped to look him in the eyes. “What?”
“Don’t call me Luciel.” he says, glancing up at you from his position below you as you straddled his lap, his hands wrapped around you protectively.
“I want you to call me by my real name, Saeyoung.” his golden irises held the sincerity and trust that he felt towards you and you can’t help but gaze adoringly at him, raising your hands to cup his cheeks before grasping upon the temples of his glasses and gently remove it out of his face. You had to stretch a bit to place it on the bedside table but once you came back in front of him, he pulls you once again into a heated make-up session, spreading more butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Both your tops were discarded in a matter of seconds, heat rushing through your blood the more exposed you two were becoming.
He pecks your cheeks and his lips travel down your neck, and then down to the valley of your breasts.
Tracing down on his arms, you grabbed into his hands kissed his fingertips, taking his breath away in the process. You could see the way he looks at you and you then wondered why you even were worried before.
However, a sound of ringing echoed throughout the walls of the house and you recognized it as your own phone. You fish your hand on one of your jeans’ pockets, feeling Saeyoung resume his soft kisses on your neck, pulling you close.
“Who’s that?” he questions, his voice muffled by your skin as he peaks at the screen.
“I don’t know, honestly.” you respond and you were about to ignore the call and turn off the phone when he speaks again.
“Answer it.”
“What? Why?”
He looks at you intensely. “Answer it, babe.”
It might have been the way his tone accentuated with the pet name that slipped out of his mouth or the way he continued giving you open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, but you obliged. You felt giddy, and nervous by the time you held the gadget on one ear, making sure you won’t make a single noise that would hint that you were being intimate at the moment.
“Hello?”
A voice greets on the other line and you immediately recognize it. From what you could recall, it was someone you met at the bar last night.
“Hey, I thought you’re free tonight?”
You avert your eyes to Saeyoung, who was busying himself with marking your skin or running his lips and tongue on it. Yet, you were quite certain he could hear the conversation very well with the way he ducks his head and refuses to meet your gaze.
“Oh-uhm, sorry, who are you again?” your voice came out breathily more than you intended.
“You forgot? You slept with me last night.”
Both you and Saeyoung froze, thickness suddenly looming in the air around you. It took awhile but he reaches out to grab your phone from your ear and put it away before tackling you to bed, pulling you underneath him as he hovered on top of you.
“Sae-”
“Do you really want to do this with me?” he whispers and that’s when you noticed the hurt in his golden orbs, gleaming beneath the beauty of its color. You thought he was going to be angry at you, but his reaction pained you more.
You nod at him while softly saying, “I’ve never wanted anyone else other than you.”
Your affirmation was all he needed to hold you tight all night and never let you go from now on.
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You pick “a safer world for women” and glitter flashes across your screen. Another eleven days, and another party has come and gone. This time you played your favorite red head’s route again.
You hug a pillow to your chest and sigh. Whose route should you play next? Jaehee’s is wonderful, but after the angst of Seven’s route maybe Zen is what you need. Zen’s always makes you feel good about yourself because he’s so sweet toward you.
Zen’s it is. You plan to start common route because you’re too hourglass poor to skip, and you’re still scrounging up hourglasses for Another Story.
Just after midnight you start the next cycle of eleven days. You speed through the prologue, enjoying your temporary use of max speed. The first chat room pops up, and you enter it, waiting for the RFA to notice their ever present surprise guest.
Here it comes.
You’ve played through this more times than you can count, and then not knowing who your stings. “It’s just a game,” you whisper to yourself, but you don’t want it to be. Your eyes prick with tears, so you wipe the corner of your eyes with a sleeve.
You ready yourself to answer with “Reveal yourselves first...” The text options, however, aren’t showing up.
You freeze. You don’t have the game set to your actual name. It’s just a game, but why does he know your name. You’ve never set any of these games to your actual name.
Is this a new update or something? It’s just a coincidence. All of the chats are preset, and they’re not real. He wouldn’t know that you’re crying—it’s just a coincidence.
They’re all being weird. It’s not like how it usually is. Your hands won’t stop shaking now. This is not a coincidence. Is it?
What does that mean?
The words on the screen start to blur as tears stream down your face. Why does this sound like the end? It’s just a game. You can keep playing it for the rest of forever.
Jaehee...The same Jaehee who will always friend-zone you; she just said the L-word.
V too? There’s a sense of finality squeezing your throat and wrapping itself around your heart. You depend on the RFA to make your days better, and you always thought it’d be around. You never thought about what you would do without Mystic Messenger. You never thought you’d derive so much happiness and validation from a not-so-simple dating game.
“Do what? Do what!? Please no. I love you guys. I need you. Please don’t do this to me. Please.”
You furiously scrub at your tears trying to see better. Your phone shakes between your trembling fingers.
The chat room turns black, and a loading sign appears. It spins for a couple moments, and then your phone screen turns off. You fumble with your phone as you turn it back on. You tap at the screen and your nails clack against it while you scroll between the different screens on your phone, but the app is gone.
In a last ditch effort, you open the App Store and search up Mystic Messenger.
There are no results.
You write up a post on an online ask site and summarize the game. Replies flood in faster than you expect:
“The game you’re asking about doesn’t exist.”
“Maybe you dreamed it?”
“That would be a really cool game.”
“I think this is probably promo for the game. It’s new I bet.”
“I can’t wait to get this when it comes out!”
It won’t come out. The game is gone now. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t just a game.
Seven’s message flashes around in your thoughts. “Find another reason to smile.”
A blaring alarm sound comes from your phone. It’s time to go to class.
Not so long ago when someone asked for your help. Still baffled but you gave that person a hand that leads you to a certain apartment without knowing that your phone was hacked and an intriguing messenger suddenly popped on your screen out of nowhere. There you found a fundraising association, the RFA.
Each members has distinctive personalities with different life stories full of pain and a never-ending secrets. But you never regret joining the RFA. It was the biggest turning point of your life. It brought up a lot of changes that makes who you are today and how you deal with every person that you are encountering inside or outside the association.
Despite your sudden involvement with the RFA, since you have no choice or maybe you have but you blew it away just because of someone. You accepted the trust of the members even though it is uncertain. You helped them and replaced Rika's position— the former host and the one who made the association together with her fiancee, Jihyun Kim. The main reason why you chose to stay and accept being a replacement. Maybe, that's how love really works...
You successfully hosted your first party that proved your good intention and made them satisfied. Later on, Saeyoung rescued his twin brother Saeran and they are doing fine now. Unfortunately, the so-called-savior managed to escape it's punishment. But what's important is the decision of Saeran to join RFA. Jaehee opened a coffee shop after retiring being Jumin's assistant and in a secret relationship with Zen, still an actor with flourishing career. Jumin is still Jumin, but more successful and amusingly sociable than he was before.
While you.... you are with him, Jihyun. Three normal months passed by. Somehow, you manage to handle Jihyun's nightmare attacks and longing for Rika's presence that crushes your heart. You consciously wonder, what in world is wrong with you? No, he never said that he misses her and he still loves her. But being in a relationship with him, it is only his eyes that are damaged, definitely not yours. You are not stupid. You are not numb, how you wish you were.
Slowly, you're starting to ask yourself...
Aren't you kind enough?
Aren't you beautiful and desirable?
Aren't you smart?
Aren't you doing your job and replacing her position enough?
Aren't you just... enough? Your presence and support isn't enough, is it?
Currently, you're in the balcony of Jihyun's apartment. You love his place... it smells just like him. His apartment is calming your mind and soul. Staring at the clear bluish sky while the wind is brushing on your not-so-perfect skin making you feel minty. Reminds you to a specific person with minty eyes and hair. You cannot help but to hug yourself with your eyes closed. A smile stretches your lips as you imagine Jihyun's faces as if he's just infront of you...
How you miss that guy... you miss his hugs and kisses. You miss everything about him. He is perfect for someone like you. While you are normal looking... too far from her ex-fiancèe's beauty. But hey! You are with him now.
He's currently out of town. Disregarding his eyes' condition, he still wanted to take pictures for future auctions. At times, you can't control your mind thinking that maybe, he doesn't want to take the offered surgery or eye therapy by his bestfriend Jumin because he just don't care. Because it's Rika who gave him the pain and he wanted to hold it... and because he simply don't care about you since you are not Rika. How you wish you are Rika...
Your phone rings and you run for your phone as if you are running for your life. Your smile becomes a grin when you saw that it is Jihyun who is calling.
Maybe it's not only you who misses him? Hmm? You told yourself, how powerful Jihyun is... one call is enough to take out all the insecurities that you have in your mind.
—
"Let's go to that place." Jihyun said. You look up to him with wide-open eyes.
"What?" You asked... oh God!
Please, I hope that I heard it right... he took a glance at you before speaking up again.
"I said let's go to that place, Love. The place you are always asking me to go to." He said then turned his face in a different direction. His face is red as tomatoes that made you hugs him tightly because of excitement.
"Really?! You promise?" You almost jump when you saw him nodded.
"I promise, Love..." You planted a kiss on his right cheek because of too much happiness that is filling your heart.
It has been two days after his trip. You wonder what makes him ask you out to go to that place. You have been nagging him to come with you but he refused a lot of times.
You shrugged off the thoughts. You don't want to ruin the moment. What's important is you are going to that place with him and spend some time him.
—
You're standing in front of the train station. Waiting for Jihyun. This is the day where the both of you decided to go to that place. It's just a park but it is so beautiful and refreshing. It will definitely clear someone's mind when they go to that park. That's the reason why you are nagging him to come along. You know that it will help his mind.
It's 11 am in the morning, an hour before your said meet up. You waited for this day. You wear light make ups just to make yourself a little bit different from your usual get up... you wanted to look dazzling in his eyes since it is been a long time ever since the two of you go out on a date.
You waited patiently. Jihyun pay Jumin a home visit first. Since the whole RFA excluding you is in Jumin's apartment. They are having a meeting for the next party. You have done your part and it is time for you and Jihyun to take some rest for being stressed out over finding guests and the RFA gladly approved it.
You sat on the concrete bench and wait for your man with a smile on your face...
—
Meanwhile...
Jihyun is infront of Jumin's house. Eyes were wide and hands are shaking... did he just heard her voice? His fiancée's voice?
He was shocked, completely forgotten that there is someone waiting for him with high hopes. Because he promise and a promise is promise, or not?
Jihyun opened the door, the RFA is inside with smiles plastered on their face. He heard that voice again... his one and only Rika.
He walks inside slowly... still amused that his woman is standing infront of him.
"Rika..." finally, he managed to speak up. Rika run towards Jihyun and wraps her arms around the waist of the man. The two of them were too indulged. Unaware of Saeyoung's gaze full of confusion and rage... Saeyoung cannot help himself but to remember someone.
The one who helped them when Rika was nowhere to be found and sacrificed her own safety with bombs and danger... you.
—
It's already 12:30, your neck is starting to feel pain because of your continuous look at the crowd of people. Hoping that you find that minty hair of your man...
"Maybe there is a traffic since it's lunch time." You smiled while shaking your head. You sat on the bench and wait for him while staring at the bluish sky...
You can't wait to see him.
—
It's already 4 in the afternoon. Everyone was already on their own houses... Jumin is sleeping because of drunkness. Zen and Jaehee sent Yoosung home because the guy feels tipsy.
...and Jihyun is with Rika at his own apartment. Tongue were tied, disheveled hair. Tops were on the floor, half naked on the sofa.
"I love you Rika... I only love you." The man said as he starts pulling down the woman's skirt and lacy underwear, completely naked at the moment.
He starts licking the woman's neck... completely forgotten that there is still someone waiting for him to come at their meeting place.
—
It's 3 pm already, people are getting fewer... and there is no Jihyun Kim came in front of you. You're still sitting at the concrete bench that you were sitting 11 am up until now. Face facing the floor, tears starting to wet your cheeks. You cannot help but to feel disappointed. No Jihyun came, no calls or message that something important came up.
...trust me, you will surely understand whatever reason he has. But there is no one who's with you.
You wiped off your tears and smiled. Maybe he will still come. Right?
3 pm became 3:15.
3:15 became 3:30.
3:30 became 3:45.
"I trust you, Jihyun... I am still here, I am still waiting... I know you will come, you promised right?" You whispered, talking to yourself, comforting yourself...
4:00 pm
Bags were on your shoulder, starting to walk away from the station, heading home because your man did not come... maybe, there's still a lot of next time.
—
Moans were getting louder because of the unbearable pleasure, enough to fill the whole living room of the apartment.
Legs were spread wide as Jihyun's face were in between Rika's inner thighs... pleasuring each other, neglecting the mess...
Things were getting hotter... moans became groans. Slow thrust became fast and deeper...
Too consumed by their bodies' heat to pay attention to someone who's standing at the doorway... enough to see them, enough to hear their lies... enough to feel disgusted... enough to break someone's heart into pieces...
You were stunned and pain was too much for you to handle, making you unable to hold the bags on your shoulder. The bags dropped on the floor making loud noises. That is the moment when they stop their dirty doings and once again, have a glance at your man's eyes when he looks at you...
Maybe you're just the one who's thinking that this whole damned relationship will work, because it seems like it will never be...
"I love you Rika... only you..." you remembered as it echoes inside your head... then how about you? Still a replacement?
I'm so fucking stupid for trusting and for holding onto that fucking promise...
"MC..." Jihyun called with wide eyes and starts dressing up. Neglecting the woman's naked body, he rushes towards you, planning to hold your hands when someone speaks behind you.
"Stop.." You heard a man's voice behind you. You feel his body's heat and the tension that becomes stronger the moment Jihyun called the man's name.
"Luciel..." Jihyun said with eyes furrowing. He does not feel good about it. He knows, he's gonna take his woman. But he will not let Saeyoung do that. What's his is only his, whether it is Rika... or you.
"I am taking her with me..." Saeyoung said. Glad that he is here... atleast, there is someone you can lean on. Someone who will protect you because damn... your man just cheated on you with his ex-fiancee.
"No! We need to talk. I will explai—" you stopped him from talking... you have no energy left. You just wanted to cry and leave. You wanted to be alone.
"You can do whatever you wanted to do... you know what? I am tired... we're done." You said trying your best not to cry in front of him. You were about to go outside when he stops you.
"No... you're not leaving. You're mine right? You promised me that." Jihyun said in a pleading voice. Wow? Now, he is an asshole for saying that.
Using a promise in a situation like this will never work again. Not on you.
"Watch me leave..." you hold Saeyoung's hand and starts dragging him out of the apartment. Running away from the nightmare as if you are running for your life. Because yeah, if you stay still, you will definitely die because of the pain... and you don't want that to happen.
At least, not now...
Note: I don't know if I am going to write the part 2. Sorry if there is a lot of wrong use of terms and grammatical errors. It's not my first language so please bear with meeee chu chu~ thanks for reading!
