RFA (Jumin, V, Saeran Jaehee) w/ A Small Chested MC
A/N: I'm sorry this took a while to get to you, I've been caught up with some stuff and I hope you enjoy this! I haven't done much fic type writing in a while so I hope this is satisfactory for you!
Type: Headcannon
Genre: Fluff, light smut
Members: Jumin, V, Saeran & Jaehee
Requested by: anon - Hi! I love Jumin from Mystic Messenger so much! I hope it’s okay to request a fluffy, slightly smutty headcanon of Juju, Jaehee, Jihyun and Saeran (separately) with an insecure and small chested mc?
Jumin:
Jumin seems like the type of person to find it attractive
but this man would do anything to make you feel better
so one day when he hears you sigh and say "I wish my boobs were bigger" he turns to you with a confused look
"why?" cuz what are you talking about, he is OBSESSED
when you express that you feel like having a small chest makes you feel undesirable or unattractive, he immediately swoops you up into his arms and onto his lap
"do i need to sue instagram? for showing my baby photos that make her insecure, cuz I will" stop him
"sweetheart, honestly, they're perfect, i don't want you to ever think about changing them, they're beautiful"
He really does mean it, and is sure to give your chest some extra attention during sex by giving it kisses and leaving hickeys all over it
"I really can't get enough of you, my love. If it was up to me, I'd have you topless all the time"
Jihyun (V)
This man is the Biggest Simp for MC in a relationship with them
Ever since getting together, he's always made sure that you have healthy communication, nothing you bring up is ever too stupid or insignificant
He always has time to listen and always knows how to make you feel better
So when you finally decide to bring up how you feel insecure about being small chested, he is right in front of you, grabbing your face gently in his hands and reassuring you
"I understand my love, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with the size of your chest. I love them, they're the perfect size for me! and I love you!"
Everytime you have sex, he always gives your chest gentle caresses and squeezes, plsying with your nipples with his fingers
"You are so perfect, my love"
Jaehee
Jaehee doesn't realise that you struggle with this insecurity until she sees that you've purchased inserts to make them look bigger
She doesn't confront you about it right away. She brings it up one day when you're in the shower together
"How come you bought inserts to wear under your clothes"
So you tell her, you open up to her about how you feel
She's listens and once you're done she pulls you closer so that your soapy chests are pressed up against each other
She caresses your back gently
"I had no idea you felt this way MC, I am so sorry. Please know that I love you just the way you are"
But she's understanding and tells you that if wearing the inserts make you feel better about yourself, you should keep wearing them, as long as it makes you happy
She still tries to cheer you up
"Trust me, MC you don't want big boobs, it makes your back hurt!!"
Saeran
You've spent a longer time than usual staring at your chest in the bathroom mirror
Saeran knocks on the door, "MC, are you okay? You've been in there for a while"
You tell him to come in, and he's a little flustered when he sees you but he quickly goes concerned when he sees your face
"My chest is pathetically small" you mutter out
Saeran walks behind you and places his hands on your chest. He looks at you through the mirror
"I don't get it, my love, look how perfect they fit in my hand"
You crack a smile and he grabs your waist to turn you around. He pulls you against his chest
"Besides, it just means I can feel your heartbeat better when you're close to me"
During sex, this man will Worship your body and constantly tell you how beautiful and sexy you are
He will do anything to make sure you don't feel sad about it again
＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — REACTING TO YOU GETTING HURT WHILE COOKING.
#. synopsis! — kitchenware can be dangerous .
#. characters! — jumin , saeran (ray) , yoosung .
#. warnings! — nongraphic depictions of small injuries .
#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .
#. others! — navigation & masterlist .
𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!
It's not that big of a deal, but the way Jumin quickly jumps to action could have fooled you into thinking you were in mortal danger if you didn't know better. The second he heard you hiss under your breath, knife falling onto the cutting board with a little clanking sound, he was at your side.
"Are you alright?" He questions, a worried edge permeating every syllable.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you assure him quickly, "—it's just a cut. I was being careless."
"It's bleeding," he notes, pulling you away from the counter and over to the sink.
He turns the faucet, pauses as he waits for the water to turn lukewarm, and examines your slit finger in the process. It's just as you'd said: a small cut resulting from a moment's carelessness. But, this is one of the ways Jumin shows love. Little things can turn into monumental things when they impact you, and he wants nothing more than to be your knight in shining armor. Even if you don't need one, he likes to think that maybe one day, he'll have the opportunity to save you the way you saved him. So, when it comes to tiny things like this, you don't complain when Jumin takes a strong initiative.
He tests the water himself first, making sure it's not hot enough to scald you before gently pulling your hand forward. The few droplets of blood rush off your finger as the water cascades over, cleaning the wound out.
"It's really not a big deal," you say softly, knowing that he's worried and has worked himself up, —even over something as miniscule as this.
And he knows you're right. Your cut is barely worse than the papercuts he gets on a semi-regular basis whilst handling paperwork at the office, and he's known to deal with those by working one handed while he sucks the cut until the blood stops. But when it comes to you, he fears even the smallest of things could harm you in unimaginable ways, and Jumin's biggest fear is letting you get hurt and being unable to do anything about it. You're the strongest person he knows, but he'd go to the ends of the Earth just to keep you from ever dealing with pain again.
"We have a first aid kit in the bathroom," he mumbles as he turns the water off, acknowledging your comment with a pleading glance, —one that silently begs for your cooperation.
You comply.
He offers you his hand to squeeze when he applies some disinfectant spray. You apply a little pressure when he does, but it's more for Jumin than it is for you, and you suspect that he knows as much but chooses to say nothing of it.
The bandage he applies has little cat paw prints on it, and you stifle a giggle as he wraps it carefully around your finger. It's just so cute that you can't help yourself.
"Is that comfortable enough?" He inquires, dark eyes meeting yours, breaking his intense concentration.
You bend your finger a bit and offer him a delicate smile.
"It's fine," you assure him, "—thank you."
Jumin sighs a little, relief lapping at the shores of his heart.
"Go sit for a while and I'll finish dinner. Then we can eat together," he requests.
As long as you get something to eat, you don't really care who cooks it, so you nod your head. Jumin smiles gently and brushes his lips past yours, soft and sweet.
𖦹. ━ SAERAN !!
When Saeran hears you curse, he looks your way; expression as blank as usual, but eyes swimming with worry.
"Hey," he says from behind you in order to get your attention, "what happened?"
"Nothing," you lie, pushing the grater away from you, "everything's fine."
He stands, knowing you well enough to understand that you were lying to avoid the embarrassment of admitting you'd gone and hurt yourself.
"Everything's not fine," he says, bluntly so, reaching around you to take your wrist into his grip.
For someone who can be so incredibly intimidating, Saeran is almost startlingly gentle. At least, he is when it comes to you. His lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his palm pressed flat to your skin. You could almost forget the pain of the small nick on your finger with his touch soothing you down like this.
"Let me see," he demands, —not aggressively, but as if asking for permission.
You comply, and he eyes the little cut along the tip of your finger.
"You cut yourself with the grater?" He asks, to which your eyes avert away from his face.
"It was an accident," you say, perhaps a bit defensively.
Saeran sighs.
"How many times have I told you to be careful when you use that thing?" He asks, but doesn't expect a genuine answer.
He doesn't get one.
"You need to pay better attention," Saeran continues, pulling your finger close to his lips. "I don't like it when you go and get yourself hurt."
With nothing more to say, he opens his mouth and presses the tip of your finger to his tongue. Your eyes widen, but you don't make any attempt to pull away from him. His tongue slides gently over the tiny wound, lapping at the blood. It's a rather crude method of solving the issue, but you can't bring yourself to mind. If it were anyone else, you'd likely think it was gross and pull your hand away at the speed of light, —but it's not anyone else. It's Saeran, and if anything, this is oddly attractive to you.
"There," he mumbles, tongue raking along his bottom lip swiftly, "better?"
It wasn't much of an issue in the first place, but you nod in reply, a little embarrassed by his antics.
"Yeah. Thanks," you answer in a voice just above a whisper.
He doesn't mind the taste of your blood, but even he knows it would be weird to say something like that, so he keeps the thought to himself.
"Go sit down and try not to get yourself cut again," he says, "I'll finish dinner."
His words might be a little harsh, but the soft touch that lingers on your wrist for a few moments longer is anything but.
𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!
Yoosung's heart seizes in his chest when he hears you yelp from the kitchen in his small apartment. He doesn't even bother to pause his game before rushing your way. His chest caves a bit when he sees you holding your hand, eyes and nose scrunched up in pain.
"Y/n! What happened?" He asks, reaching out to clutch comfortingly at your shoulder, albeit a bit awkwardly.
"It's okay," you insist, still reeling a bit from the shock, "I burnt my hand a little, that's all."
In truth, it surprised you more than it actually hurt you. Still, you can't deny that the side of your hand is stinging, and though you haven't looked, you have a feeling that your skin might well be a bit discolored now.
Yoosung scrambles.
"Here, —put your hand under some cool water for a minute or two," he says, turning the faucet knobs for you.
He's sure to test the temperature of the water for you before allowing you to place your hand under the light stream. You flinch a little at the initial contact, still sensitive in the freshly burned area. Yoosung turns the burner of the stovetop off, hunger all but forgotten in the wake of your admittedly minor injury. Right now, he couldn't care less about his own needs. Even if everything is fine, —he can't help but be worried.
"How bad does it hurt?" He inquires.
"Not bad," you reply, hoping to reassure him. "It only stings a little now, and it should go away soon. Nothing to worry about."
Too late. When it comes to you, the smallest things can work Yoosung up. He can't help himself. If there's anyone in this life he hates to see in pain, no matter the severity of it, it's you.
"We should have some antibiotic cream somewhere," he notes, "just wait here for a minute, I'll be right back."
He fulfills that promise, returning quickly with a small, white tube of ointment and a fluffy bath towel.
"Let me know if anything hurts," he says, taking your hand softly into his grip.
Yoosung gently dabs the lingering water droplets away from the burnt area with the towel before taking a generous amount of the antibiotic cream onto one of his long, lithe fingers. He spreads it evenly with feather-like touches, keeping the agitation to a bare minimum. You can't help but smile at how incredibly gentle he is.
"Okay," he smiles over at you softly, "that should do it. Does it feel any better?"
"My hand feels fine," you answer, leaning over to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. "Thank you."
He blushes, eyes lighting up in the wake of your lips.
"I'll make dinner," Yoosung tells you, "—I hope you don't mind ramen. . ."
♡ — tags/warnings: spoilers for saeran’s after ending, fix-it fic, hurt/comfort, light angst with a happy ending, nightmares
♡ — a/n: after so many months it’s finally here! my fix-it fic so i pretend saeran’s after story was nothing but a collective nightmare <3 this will probably also be a part of ‘four seasons’, my take on saeran’s after story. the first couple of lines on this fic are straight from his ae, just in case.
♡ — length: 1k
♡ — masterlist
“Once the night is over, you can forget about me.”
“No,” you sobbed. “You’re not doing this to me, Saeran. There has to be a way, I’m not leaving you, not here, not with them.”
“Forget about me and live on. Be happy,” Saeran smiled softly, squeezing your hands gently.
“I can’t live without you.”
“You must,” he insisted. “You must be joyful and happy. Please remember why I’m staying and live free. I know how strong and wise you are. You’re me eternal love, my destiny, my soul and… my first and last love.”
“Saeran, no. No, no, I’m not going.”
“You have to leave. Take Saeyoung, take—”
“No!”
“My love, you—”
“I’m not leaving,” you shook her head. The image of Saeran began to dissolve in front of your eyes. You reached out, your hand only touching cold mist, the face of your lover disappearing. “No— Saeran,” you whispered desperately, grasping the air in front of you, his turquoise eyes filled looking at you full of love as you tried to hold on to him. “Don’t leave. Don’t leave me, please.”
“Love?”
“Don’t leave,” you repeated, tears falling from your eyes as you fell on your knees. “Saeran, don’t leave, don’t leave, please, I’m begging.”
“Angel. Wake up. I’m right here, I’m not leaving.”
The ground under your knees suddenly disappeared, your whole body falling into nothing. You inhaled sharply as you opened her eyes, a pair of turquoise eyes looming over you with worry. Your chest rose up and down, breathing heavily as you looked around.
“It was a nightmare. You’re here. You’re with me, my love.”
Your eyes locked on his, reality starting to draw itself around you. You started recognizing the soft white sheets under your body, the sweet smell of Saeran’s shampoo and his slender fingers carefully holding your hand.
He was really there.
A knot formed in your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks without you being able to do anything to prevent it.
“Saeran,” you whispered, sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. You held onto his lean figure tightly, breath hitching as your hands roamed around his back as if to make sure he was real. “You’re here.”
“I am here. I will always be here,” he assured you, caressing the back of your head and pressing a kiss on your temple.
He kept soothing you in silence, waiting until your breathing regulated, attentive to any sign you may give and glad your body was relaxing more and more into him.
“I had a nightmare,” you said in a small voice. Pulling away from his embrace you wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand. Saeran’s fingers traced your cheek softly, eyes looking at you intently.
“Want to tell me about it?” he asked. You looked down at your hands, uneasy. “You know what they say. If you tell someone your nightmare it will never come true. At least that’s what Saeyoung used to tell me when we were little.”
A small smile appeared on your lips.
“We were trapped in a house with Rika and Jihyun,” you sniffled, eyes still fixed on your hands as they rubbed against each other. “Saeyoung was there too and he seemed really sick, I don’t know why. We— we were trying to get out but you said I had to leave you behind. I said we had to escape together, the three of us but you said no. And—” your voice broke, eyes filling up with tears once more, “you told me to forget about you, that I would learn how to leave without you and be happy. And I kept telling you not to leave me, that we had to stay but you kept saying over and over that I had to go and—”
“My love,” Saeran interrupted you, holding your hands with his. He squeezed them softly, forcing you to look at him. “I’m never leaving you,” he reassured you, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands. “Rika is away at a mental facility and Jihyun is still on his healing trip,” he reminded you. “They can’t hurt us anymore.”
You nodded, even if the tears weren’t stopping.
“It just seemed so real,” you whispered.
“I know. And I’m sorry you had one of those. Do you want to wait here while I make you some tea? Jumin sent us one with valerian, it’s been helping me.”
You quickly shook your head, tightening your grip on his hands. Saeran nodded in understanding.
“Okay, I’m not leaving your side. Do you want to lay down with me?” he offered. You looked down at your bed and finally let go of his hands as you shifted on the bed, lying down and placing your head on your pillow.
Saeran quickly followed you, lying by your side. You turned your body to him and snuggled closer, knees bent and eyes still with remnants of fear. He wrapped his arms around you, your face against his chest as he places the softest of kisses on your forehead.
“I know we’ve gone through many, many things together and that… a lot of them haven’t been nice,” Saeran said, a small grimace on his face. “I’m sorry for ever putting you through that and that those people still haunt your dreams. But I want you to trust me with this, angel.”
You looked up at him, his kind eyes filling your chest with warmth.
“I will never, ever, leave you behind. The moment I took your hand as we ran away from Mint Eye I swore I would never let go of your hand again. Never,” he accentuated, putting some of your hair away from your face. “You are the love of my life. And yeah, maybe in an extreme situation I would give my life for yours.” He didn’t miss the small whimper that left your lips. “But not in this life. Now it’s our turn to be happy,” he smiled, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly.
“Our turn to be happy,” you repeated, holding him tighter. Saeran smiled and hummed contently, burying his face in your hair and he closed his eyes.
Soft arms wrapped around his waist. The feeling should have been normal to him by this point, but every time it happened he forgot how to breathe.
Safety. It was something he had never felt until he'd met them, sweet smile and kind heart and so willing to forgive every trespass he'd committed. Taking you to mint eye, a rabbit to the deadly snare. His angel.
You had been too perfect, he realised. Chosen from a sea of other sweet, oblivious individuals. One blooming flower in a field of thousands. But none of them could have touched him this deeply, could have pulled him out of Rika's grasp and led him and his shaking hands to freedom. True freedom.
He was thankful, to God, to fate, to the universe. To whatever all-knowing force was responsible for granting him peace out of his suffering. For letting him have moments like this, quiet and safe in soft blankets, warm hugs he never could have dreamed would be reserved for him.
He was safe. He was loved. It was all he'd ever wanted, when he turned his gaze to the fleeting clouds and searched for meaning in their shapes. Longing for hope, a blessing sent down from the heavens to heal his wounds. To ease his pain. And here you were, in his arms.
An angel, wings of hope flying him to a true paradise he never thought he'd see. Kissing his tears without shaming him for spilling them. Tending the garden of his heart, his sorrows released like pollen under the radiant light, as from the spores bloomed happiness in abundance.
There was something holy about your touch. Like every meeting of your skin on his was a blessing of its own. He felt prayers fall from his lips in each kiss, each time his eyes met your shape they found themselves freed by it. Every chain that had ever contained him had rusted away, grown ever weaker and snapped free in your presence.
The sunlight trickled in from beneath the curtains, rays spilling out in fragments across the room. Across your sleeping face, next to his. He pressed his temple gently against yours, feeling your chest rise and fall with gentle breaths. This was peace. This was happiness. This was worth every shard of suffering that had ever left it's shrapnel in his heart.
He entwined his hand in theirs, soft fingers wrapped together. Through his palm he could faintly feel the beating of their pulse, a rhythm that pulled him through every agony and lulled him to rest in a soft slumber.
Since he met you, for the first time his dreams could not outshine his reality.
Stirring in his arms, your nose nudged against his softly. He knew that soon this moment would drift, folding into the background of his existence on this earth, as just one of a thousand moments he treasured. Fragile petals pressed in the book of his life that had at last promised him a happy ending.
He was safe. He was loved. The sunlight's strands had finally awoken his beloved, their kiss a gift he returned with a full heart.
He was as safe in their arms as they were in his. Two treasures, sparkling as though golden in the dawn's gentle caress. The way the light fell made a halo around them, their souls captured in a honey glow, in the sweet amber of touch.
note: Alright so after two whole years, I’m playing Mystic Messenger again and I’m not entirely sure if this fandom is still active? idk. But that one call in Saeran’s route got me going crazy and I’m literally using that to send myself off to sleep religiously. His voice is that of an angel! I am inlove, hence, this short scenario!
Here is the call with the lullaby and here is a one hour loop of the lullaby. I suggest you listen to it when he starts singing :)
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Tossing and turning you were. It seems that even a single sign of sleepiness doesn’t want to dawn on you any sooner. You look over to your side and see your lover sleeping peacefully. You want to drift off like him, but this feeling of unease just doesn’t let you.
You let out a silent sigh, not wanting to disrupt Saeran’s tranquil. The insomnia causes you to think of a wide variety of things, ranging from what meal you will prepare for tomorrow’s breakfast, to what might happen to you if Saeran decides to leave you one day. For some reason, you fall asleep. Though, not a good one.
Not even a few minutes later, you start to whimper due to a horrific nightmare, panting and sweating excessively. You flip your head right and left, the back of your head trying to gain your consciousness. Saeran immediately feels your harsh movements and scratches his eyes before immediately attending to your lost form.
Your eyes are shut closed and your breathing is unstable. Tears have even escaped the corners of your eyelids. Saeran feels his heart getting crumpled and stomped on as he sees you getting attacked by a vicious dream. Whatever dream it is you are having, he is determined to save you from it just like what you always do when he has his own.
He lightly shakes your shoulders and cups your cheeks ever so gently. You quickly flinch when you feel his hand touch your soft skin, but you’re not able to wake from the nightmare. Saeran’s worry become to grow bigger as he tries his best to stir you awake.
“My love… wake up, please. I’m here. I’m right beside you,” he quietly whispers to your ear as he caresses your cheek. Finally, you shoot your eyes open and tears escape like crazy as you wake from your slumber. Saeran’s heart aches at the sight. He has never seen you so broken and afraid. You have always been the one to tend to him whenever he had nightmares, and he never thought he would live to see you experience one when you always slept so serenely like an angel every night you went to bed.
The sight of Saeran’s worried mint eyes approaches your vision, and you immediately feel so safe and secured. You couldn’t exactly recall what happened in your dream, but you know it’s related to a tragic event with you and Saeran. He pulls you to a gentle hug and as if on cue, you cry on his broad shoulders. Bawling your eyes out, you plead, “don’t ever leave me, please, Saeran…”
He is a little taken aback by your words. Were you having a bad dream about him? Judging by how scared you are, maybe you did.
“I will never do that,” he hushes you as he runs his fingers down your locks. He benignly rocks you while you weep and sob against his clothes.
Soon, you regain your composure. Saeran helped you steady your breathing with a few inhale and exhale repetitions and you’re back to earth in no time. You pull away from the hug for it seems like Saeran has no intentions of letting go until you do so. He takes your cheeks on the palm of both his hands and looks at you intently, his calm eyes contagious.
“I will never leave you. I’ll stay here, always. You have me,” he comforts and you nod, giving him a smile of assurance that you were alright now. He tucks you in bed and covers your body with a warm blanket. He settles back to his place but lays on his side, his left arm serving as your additional pillow as he continues to run his fingers on your silky fringes and delicate skin. Such a small gesture makes your soul feel so sound and protected.
“I’ll sing you a lullaby if you want,” he randomly suggests, voice low. You glance at him with utter shock and you swear you could see a slight shade of pink on his cheeks.
“Are you serious?” you ask, your tone a hint of surprise. He is a little unsure, but he nods. This was a little habit of yours when he had his own nightmares, to lull him back to sleep, and it sure was effective. Every single time, he would drift back to trance so easily like he never even had a bad dream to begin with. He thinks he should use your very own technique to you.
“Thank you,” you mumble with a small voice. You could feel your heart flutter with giddiness. It’s the first time you’ll hear him sing anyway!
You slowly close your eyes, a tiny smile set on your lips. Saeran feels a little shy, to be honest, but he pushes himself to sing. Anything to make you feel better, he’ll try his best. It’s his first time doing this, so he’s not sure what song to use. Maybe, some nursery rhymes? He doesn’t really know, he’s not good at this. All the while, you picked a different lullaby for him everytime like it’s the easiest chore ever. A tad bit reluctant, he begins to sing one of the most famous nursery rhymes he’s known as a child.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are,” he starts off, barely audible but just the way you like it, and you could feel a tug at your heart. Adorable. How adorable. His voice is like a calling from an angel. Like a melody made personally for your ears.
“Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky,” he continues. His voice is sweet, and you could feel the drowsiness arriving upon you like lightning. How can a mere kids’ song sound like a masterpiece coming from him? You could feel your consciousness vanishing, and before you know it, you’re easily sent back to dreamland. One of which is good, with no sign of nightmares.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are…” he finishes with the most soothing voice he could muster. He looks at your sleeping face and smiles to himself for the little accomplishment. Your breathing has stabled, the small smile on your lips remaining unmoved. You looked like you’re getting the best sleep you could ever have in your whole lifetime, and it brings Saeran so much pleasure that he was the one to help you drift off like that.
He runs his fingers against your cheeks with a feather-like motion a little more before shifting to place a small kiss on the top of your forehead. “My angel,” he calls silently, heart warming at the sight of your serene sleeping form.
“I love you,” he whispers. He knows you won’t be able to catch it as you’re now deep in trance, but the tiniest of smile on your velvety lips tells him that you heard what he just said. He lies on his back, readying himself for his own shut-eye but suddenly feels you wrap a tender arm around him. He quickly checks to see if you’re awake, but your face is just as calm as awhile ago. Relieved, he closes his eyes, returning to his very own dreamland where he wishes to see you so peaceful as well.
Hi! Can I request an MC x Saeran fluff with 5 and 14? Please make Saeran as the jelly one, if you don't mind~😆 thank you in advance! I love your writings. ❤️
Thank you so much for the request, Anon!! This was so cute, and I hope that you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think! And like always, I’m still open to requests! 💕
Saeran X MC
5: “Oh you are jealous.”
14: “Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Saeran sat in the ice cream shop, alone. MC was late; while that may not be a big deal, she never has been late before now. And with how nervous he got about being alone, lingering issues from his recovery, she had always been there before him.
Picking up his phone, just checking the time, he convinced himself, Saeran realized she was about ten minutes late. In a moment of concern, he began to dial her number when he noticed the door opening, followed by the sweet sound of her laughter.
He looked up to see his girlfriend in her beauty, but she wasn’t alone. She was laughing with another guy, someone Saeran didn’t know. He held complete trust in MC, but that doesn’t stop his temper from flaring.
“Saeran!” She said cheerfully, approaching him. Quickly, he got up and embraced her, placing a long kiss upon her lips. His actions seemingly made an impression on the man, as he smiled uncomfortably and averted his eyes from the couple, partially because Saeran was glaring at him the whole time.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” Mc giggled, taking a small step backward, yet still holding on to his hand.
“You were late.” He mumbled, sitting back into the seat beside him.
MC perked up, suddenly remembering they weren’t alone. “Oh yeah, I am really sorry about that. But I want to introduce you to Byeol. He was the reason I was late; I hadn’t seen him in such a long time since my brother has been studying abroad the past year.”
A blush of embarrassment covered Saeran’s face. He realized why she was so comfortable around him, and why the man had seemed so similar. From his research of her family, it was always stated the two had very similar personalities.
“It is nice to meet you.” Byeol stated, “When she told me she was meeting you, I couldn’t help but meet the man she has spoken about so much.”
“Only good things, I promise,” MC said jokingly but it held a deeper meaning than her brother would understand.
“Well, I was on my way to visit our parents, so I better get back to them.” He said, checking the time on his watch. “It was great to see you again MC. Nice to finally meet you too, Saeran. I hope we can get to meet again soon.”
“I’m sure we will.” Saeran agreed, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
MC watched as her brother left the room, then turned to face Saeran, confusion laced in her brows, “What’s wrong, you were acting odd?”
“It’s nothing…” Saeran mumbled, looking down at his ice cream.
MC recounted the past little while, putting the pieces together. His odd behavior, actions, death stares. MC’s eyes widened as she understood, “Oh, you are jealous!”
The show of embarrassment only spread across his face as he gripped her hand tighter. “I didn’t know who he was. I can trust you, but I don’t know about anyone else.”
“Hey, look at me. I am not gonna make jokes and relax around anyone that you don’t know or don’t feel comfortable about. I didn’t think about it with Byeol but I’ll be sure to introduce you officially next time, alright?”
She thought for a moment, before sticking her hand out towards him, “Let me see your phone. I’ll put his contact info in your phone just for you to have. He really seemed to have liked you, and I know you’ll feel better to know him as well.”
He silently agreed, reaching for his phone. Without thinking, he handed his phone to MC a moment too soon, trying to get it back as she turned it on. It was a picture of her, she wasn’t looking at him, instead, smiling at the scenery around her.
MC had never even seen that photo before, but he had it. He was the one to take it, she felt, as she has never had a smile that sincere when he’s not around.
“Am I your lock screen?” She asked, almost not believing his eyes for a moment.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Saeran whispered, hands still playing with the hem of his shirt. “You just… You make me happy. Even if it’s just a picture, I feel calmer when I look at you.”
She couldn’t reply. He took her words when he stole her heart. She decided instead, to display her phone. The screen lights up to a photo of Saeran, one of the few moments he was laughing, No hints of anything other than pure joy. “I have you as my lock screen too. You’ve been through a lot in your life, but when I see you like this, it makes me happy. Like I know everything will be alright.”
Tears welled in Saeran’s eyes, but they didn’t fall in time for MC to see as he enveloped her in a desperate hug. “Thank you, MC. I love you so much”
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Saeran comforts Mc during a panic attack.
Saeran was sitting in the living room, eating a tub of ice cream and watching some random tv show when he heard a noise emit from the next room.
It sounded like a whimper.
He paused the television, waiting to hear anything else.
Then it happened again. Another soft cry.
Saeran was quick to follow the noise, located in his shared room with Mc.
With a gentle push of the door, Saeran saw Mc with her head tucked between her hands with her entire form shaking as multiple sobs wracked her body.
“Hey,” Saeran said softly as he quickly perched himself in front of Mc.
When her shaking didn’t stop and she didn’t even glance at him, Saeran knew that Mc was experiencing a panic attack.
Mc felt like her throat was closing up as the sound of her own frantic heartbeat added the sick feeling welling inside her stomach.
As Mc put her head between her hands, sobs began to quake her body as she willed every part of her being not to vomit.
Saeran gently moved Mc’s hands away from her face, finally meeting her eyes as she desperately sobbed.
“Mc, we’ll get you through this. Come on, breathe with me. Okay breathe in with me,” Saeran made sure she was following, “And now breathe out. Now let’s do it again.” This time, he moved to sit beside her as he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders and continued the exercises while rubbing a soothing hand down her back.
Soon enough, Mc had completely stopped crying and now lay her head on Saeran’s shoulder, totally drained from her episode.
“Hey, what brought this on?” Saeran whispered softly, holding her close and doing whatever he could to make her fee secure.
“I don’t know. I’ve been so stressed… it all just built up on me, I guess.”
“Why didn’t you talk to me? You know you always can right?” Saeran lost count of the amount of times it had been Mc in his position.
“I know… I just– I don’t know. I didn’t want to dump all my shit on you,” Mc said, bringing a hand up to rub at her face in frustration.
“Look, Mc, you don’t need to worry about that. This is what I’m here for. We’re together to be happy with each other and that includes when we are feeling down. We talk to each other to remain our best selves. You told me that. It does not only apply one way, it applies to both of us. I love you and I would give everything that I am to see you smiling and happy. So don’t ever hide any of your sadness from me because I don’t hide from you, so don’t think you have to hide from me.”
Mc only nodded in reply, completely taken aback at Saeran’s un-intended speech.
Both Mc and Saeran lay back on the bed, ready to call it a night.
But before they drifted off, Mc quietly professed her love to the man beside her and silently swore to do anything she could to make this man happy and proud.
May I please have a super fluffy scenario of Saeran and his s/o just enjoying some morning cuddles?
I LIVE FOR SAERAN FLUFF!!!!!! - Michelle Xx
Arms wrapped around your torso, lips pressed to the back of your neck, legs intertwined with yours. The heartbeat behind you slow and steady matches your own. The arms around you start to hold you tighter against his chest. The heat radiating from his body becomes hotter now.
You wiggle your body free from the limbs holding you and roll over. Your sleepy eyes are met with barely opend mint green eyes of the man next to you. The bleached tips of his almost-red hair is swept across his forehead.
His arms pull you closer to him as you swing your leg over his side. You nuzzle your nose against his. A smile creeps on your face and you say: “Good morning, Saeran.”
With a raspy and gruff voice, he says: “Morning MC.”
“The sun is already out, how about we get out of bed too?” you ask.
With low mumble of protest is uttered by your lover as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and runs his nose in the strands of your long hair. You can hear him softly sniffing your hair, taking in you scent and the smell of your shampoo from the night before. His arms tighten around you as you lean your head back.
“No,” he mumbles, “I’ve been hearing that idiot brother of mine creating another robot animal all morning and I don’t want to be there when he tests out it’s flame thrower or some other ridiculous weapon.”
He presses kisses softly along your neck as you run your hand down his back. During the time when you two weren’t dating yet, soothing rubs on his back always seemed to calm him down when he’d curl up in a ball of panic. He’d go into a fit of anger, murderous tendencies and self loathing and would be like that for hours, days even at times. But in the end, when the emotions had worn him out, you’d take him outside to get some fresh air and look at the sky. Sitting next to each other, you’d begin to softly rub his back until he was finally calmed down again.
And so that’s what you’ve still been doing. It’s comforts him, gives him the feeling that he’s cared for and protected.
He low morning voice disrupts your thoughts. “I guess I just wanna be selfish and keep you all to myself today.”
You giggle at his sweet words and the monotone voice he said it in.
Your hands are soothing him as his arms keep you safe and close against him. You’re guessing that you won’t be leaving the bed today. Tangled up together, basking in each other’s presence, makes you want to remember this moment forever.
