🖊️ by @winnielewoo
🏷️ NSFW Choose-Your-Own-Adventure
Join your newly found friend group in college as they play a few party games to pass the time! Considering you've had a crush on one of them for some time, you don't suppose being stuck in a closet with them would be so bad... would it?
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📖 Episode 1 of 1
🪶 A Glimtember Week 1: Love Games submission! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Being lovers with Zen means him designing a brand new skincare routine for you. You are surrounded by multiple creams, masks, toners and cleansers and now you spend twice as much in front of the mirror. Thankfully you have a boyfriend to do your skincare routine with.
Being lovers with Jaehee means you are always going to have seats in Zen's shows, enjoying great musicals together with your girlfriend. And after that you two will enjoy a quiet ride home, side by side, Jaehee beaming beside you, her smile bright enough to wash away your tiredness.
Being lovers with Jumin means you'll never lack of advice. He's one of the most logical people you know(unless the said problem is about you and Elizabeth) so he's a great help when you feel stuck. Don't let him take pictures if you want to upload them somewhere though. Also as a bonus, Jumin takes care of you really well.
Being lovers with Saeyoung means you'll never have to fear for your security on your device or on the internet again. Saeyoung does many things (both known and unknown to you) to ensure your safety. He also creates many small games or toys for you in his spare time, so that means you are never be bored as well.
Being lovers with Yoosung means that you know every game that came out, and if you're stuck, you have someone to pass the levels for you. He never complains, never berates you for being unable to be as good as he is. He sometimes manages your account for you, making changes while teaching you about it. You love watching his enthusiasm.
Being lovers with V means you will never find yourself ugly again. You have lots and lots of photos taken of you in the best angles and lights, and if they aren't enough, you'll have V to remind you how beautiful and wonderful you are.
｡☆Cw: black!reader, I am black but I hate getting my hair done sooo..., gn!reader, cuteness aggression
｡☆CH: 707 ☆ Yoosung ☆ Jumin (separate)
✧707✧
"It's pretty, isn't it?"
You weren't sure if cornrows would be your thing. Sure they looked nice on other people, and there's a couple pictures of you with beaded cornrows when you were five. But you haven't been 5, or even 10, for a while now.
"Thought I'd try something new."
Saeyoung just stares for a moment.
He saw you literally like 6 hours ago. You said you were going out with your girls, and he was happy to give you a kiss goodbye and well wishes. Should he have expected you to come back home with a completely new hairstyle? Or completely new hair??
"It's so cute! I love it! I don't get it, but I love it!"
"What is there to get about it?"
You look at him with a slightly scrunched nose, confusion written a thousand times over your face. He probably matches it though, even through the wide (adoring) smile he's wearing.
"How???"
He's being seriously inquisitive, but you laugh anyways. It makes him feel warm inside.
"Ah, you must be a shape shifter." He tacks on, just to keep a smile on your face. "I've always suspected it. No one as beautiful as you could've possibly been anything but supernatural."
Saeyoung could die happy seeing you fluster, seeing the way you roll your eyes to the side, seeing the way you fiddle nervously with your fingers. It isn't his fault you're so damn cute when you look like that.
You groan, trying to change the subject.
"Next time I get my hair done you can come with me."
"Ooh, the magician is revealing their secrets!"
"Not a secret, but sure."
✧Yoosung✧
"Yeah, do you like it?"
"It's straight now." Yoosung says dumbly. "I thought it was curly."
He tilts his head, like a confused puppy. If you didn't know any better you could've sworn there was an actual question mark floating above his head.
"Have I been hallucinating?"
You laugh, and he pouts, crossing his arms on his chest.
"I asked if you like it."
"Oh!" He perks right up, if you squint your eyes just right you can see an invisible tail wagging. "Yes, it's very beautiful! You always look beautiful!"
The compliment draws a wider smile out of you. He's so cute you could wrap your hands around his throat and strange him. It's an incredibly good thing you like him too much to do so.
✧Jumin✧
"For that gala thing you want me to go to."
Jumin frowns. "You took all of the color out of it."
It's not odd for you to have a new style every couple weeks, specifically because he encourages it. He likes when you spend his money. A lot. More than is what's considered healthy. But it always has color in it, maybe not more than one or two, but there's always at least a bright streak in your hair.
"Baby, I don't really think your rich friends would find a skunk stripe in my hair very professional."
"They're not my friends."
"Not the point."
Jumin frowns deeper, this time his eyebrows crease with it.
"I like the color. I always like the colors."
You open your mouth to respond, but Jumin cuts you off before you get the chance.
"There's no one there to impress. I don't care about them." He pauses, a look of thought crossing over his face. "I like when you express yourself. Change it."
"How'd you know that I don't like it?"
Jumin looks at you flatly. He doesn't do anything like pout or roll his eyes because that behavior is below him, but he makes sure his incredulousness is blatant. You act like he hasn't devoted his life to knowing you better than he knows the cover of his favorite books. Not his palms. Because he hasn't spent enough time staring at his palms to be able to pick them out in a crowd of other ones.
"Change it. Make it something to compliment your clothing if you're so worried."
"Even if I want to, we really don't have time to go back to the salon, the thing starts in like an hour."
The thing is, Jumin doesn't even want to go to the gala anyway. He has no need to fraternize with their people when he could buy their companies without a second thought. It's not like he needs to look for a betrothed either, he already has you.
Curse his father for asking him to go to this. He could be having a perfectly lovely night in with you, and your brightly colored hair, but no. He has to watch you dilute your personality for people he could buy and sell with a snap of his fingers.
"You can change it afterwards then."
"Tomorrow." You correct.
"Tomorrow."
Woohoo !! First mystic messenger fic here !! There is now official evidence that I don't exclusively write for MHA ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾
Also my personal headcanon that Jumin is super into MC treating him like a personal bank account. MC comes home with two arms full of shopping bags and he's fighting to keep himself PG lol
His breath hitched. At first, he didn't understand what you were doing. He thought you might've just been cold or something, but when you said things like that...
"No."
Of course, his breath shook as he said it.
"No?" you said. "I'm not making you shy? I don't make your heart race?"
His heart began to beat a little quicker against your ear. He really was like a puppet on a string when it came to you.
"...you know you do," he finally said, flushing cherry red. "My heart's beating like crazy right now... can't you hear it?"
You smiled. "Of course I can. But it feels good to hear you say it, too. What if I was just hearing your morning coffee?"
"I think you're more dangerous for my heart than caffeine is," he said.
"That doesn't mean what I'm hearing is my own doing."
Your hand slipped beneath his shirt, earning you a sharp expansion in his lungs. His pulse became stronger beneath the thumb, which you left resting on the most intimate part of his wrist. The soft part you could squeeze or slash easily, but simply held, feeling the skin pulse with life, and letting the blood pass beneath your fingertips.
"You're quiet, now. Are you thinking about something?" he asked quietly.
You hummed in response.
"What?"
You hushed him. "I'm listening."
"Wh— huh? Listening to what?"
"You," you said. "Your sounds."
He blinked. His sounds?
"Your breath. Your stomach. Your heart. Your blood."
He paused, taken aback. For a moment, he almost seemed broken. But then he pulled away, blushing profusely.
"...stop it," he mumbled. "You're not a vampire."
You couldn't help but laugh. "So?"
"It's..." he frowned unable to complete his statement.
In all honesty, he didn't understand why it felt so intimate. Why it made his skin break out in goosebumps. But judging by his subconscious reaction, it had to be...
"...perverted," he concluded.
"Perverted?"
You grinned like the Cheshire cat — it also made him feel weird.
"Yoosung Kim," you laughed. "I didn't know you were so pure. Did Seven do this to you?"
"Why would he— hey! don't mention that guy while we're doing something like this!"
"Something like what?" you asked, climbing onto his lap. "I thought this was too perverted for sweet little Yoosung."
He covered his mouth and mumbled in response.
"What was that?" you said.
Huffing out a breath, he spoke a mite louder, "...said doesn't mean I don't want to do it..."
"Oh?"
He looked away as if embarrassed, but held out his wrist to you. "Do it again."
hello.... im back on my bullshit and wrote another (nsfw) mysme @glimmerfics story! it's in line with their ongoing writing challenge -- glimtember!
it's a mysme college au where they play spin the bottle and you end up in the closet with your chosen rfa member :) i worked rlly hard to write this and make sure everything's working well lmao so here's the fruits of my labor!
also, it's nsfw, but i made a more sfw route if that isn't your thing! so i hope yall enjoy it :)
Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.
＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡
Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.
＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡
Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.
＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡
Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.
＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡
Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.
＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡
Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
Summary: It's not unusual for you and Yoosung to care for a patient or two if they need some extra love and care. His dedication to the animals under his wing was something you admired about him dearly. That said, sometimes he'd still surprise you with just how generous his heart could really be.
Notes: For day 9 of Mystictober: Casual Story! ~900 words. Post-after ending. Established relationship. Fluff and humor.
Credit: dividers by @/saradika-graphics.
There were certain quirks that came along with being married to a veterinarian. Be it long working hours, big highs and even bigger lows, or plenty of gross stories that were as hilarious as they were sometimes horrifying. You admired Yoosung greatly for what he did day in and day out. It takes a very strong person to care for those who are often at the mercy of their owners, for the better and for worse. Yoosung possessed that resolve needed to advocate for those who were unable to do so themselves.
Of course, you've always known that he had that resolve deep within him, but it was still so fulfilling to witness it flourish over the years you've watched him grow. He didn't walk about with his head down anymore, and he didn't try to run from his daily life into a safer one. He could now take on the life's hurdles head-on, and you couldn't have been prouder of him. Despite his gratitude for you, it was his fortitude and motivation that ultimately pushed him to regain control of his own happiness.
You've merely given him that gentle push he needed and cheered him along as he took his first unsure steps. The highs he achieved were all thanks to his own hard work.
And Yoosung never stopped surprising you, either.
Even if it meant coming home to a fluffy, white cloud of a dog greeting you at the door before he or Lisa did.
"...You have quite a lot to explain here, honey," you said bluntly once you saw your husband hurrying up to join you at the door, obviously not at all planning on this new guest to make their appearance to you first. It was kind of cute. He looked kind of ruffled, whether that was because of his anxiety in front of you or the dog that looked too happy for it's own good. Though you did your best to put up your stern spouse persona, putting your hands on your hips for greater effect: "Care to tell whose adorable furball is this?"
Yoosung laughed sheepishly, amused and clearly more than a little bit embarrassed. He took your bags from you, placing them on the nearby armchair.
"Well, I didn't plan for you to find out like this, but... uh, Meet Kongi," he said, watching the white pup excitedly sniffing around you, its fluffy tail wagging incessantly. At least someone wasn't feeling extremely confused here. "He got... left by the clinic last night, we think. The owners refused to take him back, and so... I decided to take him."
As if sensing the conversation was about him, Kongi turned around, his big, beady eyes meeting your gaze. Talk about puppy eyes.
"Well he sure seems right at home here." As a symbol of friendship, you bent down and petted Kongi on the head. Though, judging by his swishing tail, there was no need for that. You honestly didn't mind having an additional furry family member to attend to. Even if this was quite a surprise for you. "...Wonder who'd abandon a perfectly happy dog, though. Poor guy."
Once you stopped acting out your strict persona, he seemed to relax. It was fun to tickle his nerves, though. Just a little.
"From what I gathered it's probably 'cause he has so much excess energy to him. Became more trouble than he was worth, I guess."
You huffed. Years have passed since he began his career. Both of you have grown somewhat used to dealing with irresponsible and neglectful owners. It comes with the job, after all. There was no other choice but to learn to accept it and not drive yourself crazy thinking about it day and night. Even all that considered, it was difficult to control the growing anger in your chest at his words.
Why even take in a living creature if you're not willing to meet it at its level?
"No wonder he's so happy to be here. He probably didn't get any proper attention in a while."
Yoosung shifted to crouch beside you, reaching out to scratch Hongi behind his ear.
"So you don't mind him staying then? I know it's a lot of hassle. I can make some calls, find someone who'll be willing take him in a day or two. I know I'm the crazy pet person around here, but I don't want you feeling overwhelmed, love."
You smiled, touched at his consideration. But that wasn't surprising. Yoosung has always thought of you first, almost to his own detriment at times. You gently bumped his shoulder, then turned your head to kiss his cheek.
"Nah, let's keep him. Besides, I love you and your bleeding heart. Wouldn't have it any other way. We'll have to consult Lisa for the final verdict, though. Can't leave out the lady of the house now, can we?"
What if MC had no choice but to reset? What if, after enough cycles through each story, they know exactly which night they'll go to sleep next to their love then wake up all alone with a text telling them to go to an address they already know by heart. What if MC was cursed with repeating the same events over and over again, falling in love but never getting to grow beyond a certain point with the love of their life?
(lil drabble below the cut. There's a little bit of reset theory sprinkled in, along with a smidge of reference to a song I think goes with MysMes perfectly)
Which guy I'm talking about is intentionally vague so you can imagine your fave <3
Angst with a happy? bittersweet? ending
Not proofread, I don't have time for that shit, sorry lol
The first time it happened, it was jarring. A panic setting in as you woke up, back in your old old apartment, no sign of him anywhere. Had it all been a dream? Surely not.
Then came the text, and it all came flooding back. What was happening?
You were less fearful this time as you walked up to Rika's apartment, even knowing all that you did now about the mysterious circumstances that had brough you here.
When they, the RFA, your family, greeted you as a stranger, it stung in a painfully nostalgic way. Had they really forgotten all about you? But it wasn't that; they hadn't known you in the first place.
You did some things differently, this time around. You gave more attention to one of the members that you'd brushed off the first time. Confusion clouded you on day five when everything began to drift away from the story you remembered. Despite this change, your new bachelor managed to sweep you off your feet, though you always felt guilty whenever he, your lover from the first time, called or texted. You felt guilty having to push him away to stay loyal to your new man.
You had almost forgotten about that jarring day when everything had reset. Almost. Until it happened again. You were more prepared this time, but felt almost exceedingly empty as you read the text asking for your help. You wanted to ignore it, to stop this toying with your heart. But you knew you couldn't stay away from the RFA. You were bound, heart and soul. So you did as 'Unknown' asked.
You began to dread it more and more each new route, never knowing when you were going to wake up alone and start the cycle all over again. It became numbing. Heartbreaking. But you could never stay away.
Eventually, you'd seen every possible way it could end. There had been a time you'd hoped to find a road that wouldn't end. A path that wouldn't lead to you waking up alone, forced to greet your closest friends as new strangers. But you'd long since given that up.
You'd seen every success, every possible failure. Felt every swell of new love, every shattering heartbreak. Made friends, made enemies, just for it all to be washed away.
There was a time when you'd begun to intentionally run everything into the ground. It was easier to repeat random 5-day loops than to go months, years, before having it all ripped away from you. But bringing them heartbreak hurt you more.
You were careful now. So careful. Especially with him.
You could never bring yourself to be careless with him. You didn't know why, but after a while, he began to stick out to you more than all the rest. No matter which path you walked, he always caught your eye. The way he said things, his way of thinking, how he tried to look out for you in his own little way.
So you pursued him. You'd won his heart before, many times, but you did it again with a purpose. You knew it wouldn't last. You knew one day, you'd wake up and it would all be over. But you loved him. You really loved him. And when the night came that you knew would be the last, you tried desperately not to sleep. But it was as if some curse took over you, forcing your eyes to close. When you awoke, it was all gone.
But you wouldn't let that stop you. Again, you followed him, your north star, your guiding light. Again, you won his heart. And again, you woke up. It was the third time when you noticed something different. Just a moment. A spark. A faint look in his eyes when you saw him face to face, some wondrous shock, as if he couldn't believe you'd chosen him. More than that usual look in his eyes when he saw you for what you believed to be his first time.
But the look wasn't enough for you to say something. Not yet. But a fourth time, you chose him. Then a fifth. Till finally, on the sixth time through, he gave you a look as if you'd gone insane, and he loved you for it. You'd asked without thinking. "You remember, don't you?"
He hadn't had to speak a word for you to know the answer. You knew him too well. He woke up alone, the same as you. And you loved him fiercer. Again and again and again, determined now to always choose him. No matter how repetitive, no matter how painful, you couldn't choose anyone but him, knowing he'd have to watch you fall in love with another man if you chose any other path.
When the fateful night settled in, wrapped up in each others arms, you were silent. You both knew what this night meant. When the daylight comes I'll have to go. You felt his tears trickle into your hair. "I don't wanna start all over."
And you didn't either. "I know, baby, I know." You held him so close, promising, "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you." And you meant it. You'd never be able to make it through now without him. You had him, now, and you weren't letting go.
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, 'cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.
