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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung.

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest.

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you.

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed.

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not.

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion.

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down.

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before.

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he’s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart.

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree.

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ pairing — jumin han x gn!reader

♡ summary — jumin han is running for office. as it turns out, so are you.

♡ tags/warnings — political enemies to lovers, a bit suggestive, some angst, set after saeran’s after ending.

The first time you see Jumin Han is during an interview at a morning news channel. Your whole team is by your side, some of them taking notes while he spoke. Why would a businessman want to be Prime Minister? You don’t know but you don’t really care right now.

You scoff loudly when he starts talking about big data and AI and how they could be used in politics to make decisions.

You had been working since you were young to get where you were right now. You had gone to Law school with a scholarship and were chosen valedictorian. You had worked in politics the last ten years of your life, so to see the rich son of the CEO of one of the biggest companies waltz into the election like he’s supposed to be there just infuriates you.

The campaign is long and hard. You two never meet during interviews but you make sure to address the fact people aren’t numbers that can be predicted and that while big data can be helpful, you need to address the political and social nature and take them into account before making any decisions. You also mention Jumin’s lack of political experience but no matter how many interviews you go to, you see his numbers rising by the minute.

The debate is brutal. Even if you hate him, you have to admire how much his campaign chief worked because he had just the right information at any minute, information he used to win the debate. In a couple of weeks, he also won the election. You send out a congratulatory tweet to your opponent and then call the day off for you and your team, locking yourself in your apartment with a bottle of wine.

The very same night, you receive a phone call from none other than Jumin Han. He mentions how good of a job you did at your campaign and that he actually liked some of the ideas you had presented at the debate (the ones that weren’t opposed to his at least). He invites you to be a part of his team and you say you’ll think it over. The call ends and you take a swig from your wine bottle, wondering if it’s a good idea.

You end up accepting.

He invites you to dinner to go over the details and plans he has and you start realizing maybe he’s more than some entitled rich kid. There’s something that seems to be motivating him, something that sparked his political ambition and you’re determined to find out what it was.

Even though you see him every day at his new prime minister’s office, you end up having dinner with him two or three times a week. At first it’s because he doesn’t really have time to go over certain details with you, but soon enough the conversations start getting more personal.

You confess to growing up with little to no money and having to work your ass off to get a scholarship. He mentions having to resign from his position at C&R to be able to take care of his friends. You start remembering the whole scandal around his company and the previous Prime Minister. He talks briefly about the Choi twins, who you have only heard about from the news and he shows you a picture of them and a girl sitting on a field, big smiles on their faces.

Jumin's expression softens as he remembers the fate of every one of their friends. You learn that the twins and the girl are living in the countryside and are happy, Zen, the actor, is now on Broadway and Yoosung, a younger friend of his, is studying in Paris. Jaehee is the only one who stayed and the person he trusts the most.

There are so many things to learn about Jumin Han. You notice he always wears stripes and that his thirst for knowledge is never ending. His humour is refreshing and you find yourself laughing at his remarks. You see him a lot more relaxed during your dinners than at the office and start to long for the time you get to share a dinner with him.

You start wishing wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance his lingering eyes on your face as you speak during dinner are more than just professional admiration.

A year goes by and you get to meet Chairman Han. He is a perfect gentleman with you and joins you and Jumin for dinner. He asks you if you’re single and not so casually mentions Jumin is as well, and he would love for such a capable and intelligent person as you to be a part of his family. You confirm you are single but make no comment about his son, hoping your burning cheeks don’t give you away.

Later that night, Jumin texts you and apologizes for his father’s behaviour. You call him to dissipate his worries away but you end up talking with him about everything and nothing deep into the night.

The day Jumin confesses his feelings is after an allnighter. You are the only ones in the office, dealing with a lot of paperwork and working on a proposal for a crisis the country is facing. Jumin orders in your favourite snacks and you make coffee for both of you as you keep working. It’s 6 am when you finally finish so you both just sit at his office and watch the sunrise together.

“I’ve really come to care about you a lot more than I planned,” he says and you smile at him.

“Thank you?” you tease.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

He says so in such a calming voice you wonder if he’s joking. Your head is turned to him, lips parted in surprise, your eyes big and cheeks flushed.

“Which is probably going to be a huge problem with HR,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You can’t help but laugh at his comment and he looks back at you, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve fallen in love with you too, Jumin.”

Jumin is surprisingly good at managing a relationship in the workplace. After he makes sure everything is good with HR, he treats you as just another worker while you’re in the office, leaving the kisses and soft touches for the privacy of his penthouse. It’s a little strange for you at first but you adapt and learn to admire him even more than before.

It doesn’t take long before it’s public knowledge (of course Jumin had to mention something about the nature of your relationship during an interview). Photographers follow you around and you see your face in magazines already calling you the first lady. You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that crawls up to your face every time.

Sundays at Jumin’s apartment were a dream come true. Breakfast is made of fresh coffee imported from Colombia, homemade strawberry pancakes from your lover’s hands and you wearing nothing but one of his shirts and your underwear around his penthouse.

You teach him how to dance in the kitchen and even make him look for you around the house in a version of hide-and-seek, only he gets to kiss you every time he finds you. Jumin orders lunch for both of you and watches you ramble about whatever you want, an enamoured look on his face.

You make love on his bed as the sun is setting, golden hour hitting Jumin’s face in such a way you feel you’re falling for him once more. He’s gentle and warm, holding you in such a way you can just know he’s never letting you go.

You know he’s told you before you’re the first person he’s ever been intimate with but if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have had trouble believing he had previous experience. The way his fingers trace your skin and take the time to learn every inch of your body, paying attentio to every moan and shudder is heaven-sent.

Jumin is always focused on your pleasure rather than his own and will make it his case for you to come undone for him several times the moment you step a foot inside his bedroom.

Jumin Han’s ideas and work ethics are accepted by the people. They’ve noticed good changes around the country and how transparent he is about everything he does, the data of his plans always open to the public. They also notice your influence on some of the decisions he makes and even if it’s a couple of years away, there are already rumours about a reelection.

You tease Jumin about running again one day during dinner.

“I’ve actually given that some thought,” he admits. “But I’d rather have you run this time with me on the sidelines.”

You kiss him over the table.

Jaehee is a saint and you end up forming a friendship with her as well. You even convince Jumin to give her a week off and she goes to see Zen on Broadway. Zen and Jaehee went for a couple of drinks after the show and you notice the lack of photographs from the bar compared to the amount she had from before the show. Jaehee avoids your questions and then ends the call when you start teasing her about getting laid and if Zen used his wolf ears on bed too.

One of the off days you sleep at your apartment rather than Jumin’s, you find a package waiting for you. It’s a few days old, reminding you how little time you actually spend there. Jumin’s offer for you to move in with him replays on your mind but you wave it off, not wanting to rush anything and potentially ruin the best thing that has happened to you in the last few years.

You take the package to your living room and prepare a cup of coffee before you open it. There’s no name on it but yours and you start to get worried. Before getting more ideas, you open it and see a huge stack of papers. They are all part of an investigation you’ve heard about.

You have no idea why someone would send you information about the last Prime Minister and the RFA.

It’s almost 3 am when you end up revising all the documentation. There’s a missed call and an unopened message from Jumin you didn’t have the heart to answer. Not after all you’ve been reading.

“Can I please speak to you privately?” you say the minute you enter his office the next morning. Your stern voice makes everyone quickly walk away and Jumin raises his eyebrow at you. You lock the door behind you and walk over your boyfriend’s desk.

“You didn’t answer my calls last night,” he mentions but you ignore him, rather taking a seat in front of him.

“I want you to be honest with me, Jumin.” The lack of a term of endearment makes him squint his eyes. “I want you to be honest out of respect for the amount of time we’ve been working together and out of the love you say you have for me.”

“I am not a liar.”

“Did you really use your money and influence to get Jihyun Kim out of jail?”

Jumin and you stare at each other in silence, both of your faces hiding the turmoil of emotions behind.

“Rika is at a mental hospital,” you continue. “And you paid for Jihyun Kim’s lawyers and he got released in just a couple of weeks. His status or location is now unknown. So I’m asking: Jumin, did you get Jihyun Kim out of jail after he participated in a cult and helped Rika kidnap and torture people, including the Choi twins?”

Jumin crossed his legs, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Jihyun has been my friend since we were children—”

“I asked you a question.”

“How did you get all that information? Saejoon Choi’s testimony was private to the public.”

“You seem to have more enemies than you thought.”

“But who would—”

“Answer me!” you interrupt me, raising your voice. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Just answer, Jumin,” you plead.

His eyes look down and then back to your eyes. You think you must have really been in love with him to think there was a possibility the papers that were sent to you were forged.

“Yes,” he sentences.

"I trusted you. I thought you wanted to make things right, to make people accountable. You said so during your campaign, you said so to me,” you confront him, your heart breaking in a million pieces. “I looked up to you. I respected you. Looks like you're just like every other silver spoon."

Jumin stays in silence as he watches you leave the office. When Jaehee comes back, he realizes he’s been looking at the door the past couple of hours. She confirms you’ve left the building and also handed out your resignation letter. She doesn’t dare to ask what happened and he makes a point not to address the situation either.

You never ask for your stuff back. There’s a couple of books you had been reading, your slippers and a rose gold robe he had given you for cold days. He puts them all in a box and sends you the package.

He is not surprised when you return it, along with the documentation that was sent to you.

The next time he sees you is during an interview on the morning news. He’s sitting along with his team, watching you announce your campaign for the next term. The lady in front of you asks why did you decide to leave his team.

You give her one of your political smiles (Jumin has learnt to recognize every one of them) and shake your head softly.

“I don’t think it’s okay for me to disclose that,” you answer.

Jumin wonders if that means you still love him.

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051093 · 4 years

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shaking faith | 707

wc: 2958

pairing: saeyoung “707″ choi x reader

genre: canon compliant, angst w/ smidge of fluff, mutual pining, sad fic for sad boy

description: in which he comes to check on you after a fight, only to find you asleep — and he confesses things he shouldn’t have.

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Saeyoung has more work than ever, and he can’t do any of it.

Every time he finds himself close to being productive, his memory betrays him, bringing him back to fated encounter with Saeran a few days ago. His long lost twin brother with hair the color of cream and coral, turquoise irises like black holes. You, your back pressed against Saeran’s chest, your neck lodged in the crook of his arm as he threatened your life. The sentence you cried out, your frightened eyes swimming with tears—

I love you!

“Fuck,” he hisses, nimble hands lifting from the keyboard to knot in his crimson hair.

Try as he might, he can’t forget how your words made him feel: how high his heart leapt, how a tide of fierce happiness seemed to soothe every ache in his body. When the syllables left your lips, everything was okay, and you were just two young adults in love. He wanted so badly to cross the room and sweep you into his arms like he should’ve done on day one, to hold you close and promise you he’d spend the rest of his life shielding you from harm.

But the fantasy only lasted a few meager seconds, and reality returned like a dagger to his stomach: your life was in danger and Saeran was deranged. And both were his fault.

After Saeran had left and the countdown stopped, Saeyoung was left with a horrible clutter of emotions he couldn’t decipher, his head swimming with fear, confusion, hatred, betrayal, and hope all at once. He went into overdrive, like his laptop sometimes did when he had too many programs running, and he ran the last command he could: yelling at you.

“Luciel…” He hated that name but loved the way you said it then, so fondly and kindly that it filled his frozen heart with warmth. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”

“No,” he snapped back. “Not only that, but I don’t think you should be in the RFA anymore. Forget about us. Forget about the party. As soon as it’s safe, leave.”

Even without looking at you, he sensed the flash of hurt in your expression. “Why are you deciding my future?”

“Because I know what’s best for you.” He closed his eyes, exasperated. “Look, you’re free to do whatever you want, but my thoughts won’t change.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“This is nothing for a person like you to get involved in.” He swiveled, eyes ablaze. “ I am nothing for a person like you to get involved with. You’ll only get hurt, you understand me?”

“I’d like to decide that for myself,” you responded coolly.

“Then you’re asking for it,” he snarled. “The darkness, the loneliness, the heartbreak, the demons. When you’re engulfed in these things because of me, you’ll remember that you were stupid enough to want it.”

“I want you.” Your response came through louder and clearer than anything Saeyoung could’ve spat through his lying teeth. “I want you. Let me help you fight these demons. Let me guide you out of this darkness.”

“That’s…impossible,” he muttered, averting his gaze. “I need to work. Don’t bother me.”

You stood up from your seat, making long, confident strides across the apartment until you were standing so close that he could smell the lovely scent of your hair.

“Aren’t you being too one-sided?” You breathed. “What am I supposed to do about my feelings for you?”

His heart danced with a maddening flutter, but his face told a different story, contorting with rage. “I said don’t bother me!”

He hated the way you flinched and stepped back into the kitchen counter. He hated how sad you looked. He hated himself.

“I don’t care about your feelings, alright?” He spat. “Get your priorities straight. You’re living with a bomb right now.”

“Luciel—”

“You could’ve died today.” His voice cracked. “It’s not the time to think about your feelings for me. Just worry about staying alive, will you?”

You only blinked back. He wished he could shake some sense into you, he was so frustrated, but he knew he couldn’t—he couldn’t keep himself at a single touch.

“How can you be so naive? So calm?” He sighed deeply. “Please, Y/N, for the first time in your life, put yourself first. If you ever get hurt, I’ll…” He forgot how to speak. “I’ll…”

“I know,” you said, quietly but firmly, “that this is your way of caring about me.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, but his voice lacked resolve and you both knew it. “You’re free to think whatever you want, because we’ll never see each other again once this hacker thing is resolved. Just do yourself a favor in the meantime: stop wasting your emotions on me.”

You looked like you wanted to touch him too, your hand twitching at your side, and he would’ve liked nothing more than for you to cradle his jaw with a caring hand, to smooth away the creases of stress in his face. But he was glad you didn’t.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Like he held all the stars in the sky, like he was the only man in the world. He turned, drawing his jacket closer to his chest. “God, this won’t do. I’m going out to the hallway and I’ll come back when you’re asleep. Sort yourself out in the meantime.”

Unable to look at you another time, he left the apartment, pacing in the hallway and muttering to himself agitatedly. He came back a few hours later to a dimly lit and silent apartment, indicators that you’d indeed fallen asleep. He drew out a chair, opened his laptop, and tried to work, juggling restoring the apartment’s security algorithm and getting Vanderwood and the agency off his ass. But it’s been a vicious cycle of almost focusing, remembering you love him, and losing any sense of concentration all over again, and he’s starting to think he won’t get anything done tonight no matter how much longer he spends staring at his screen.

He closes his laptop, turns off the light, and, without really thinking, makes his way to your room.

Cast in the soft glow of a night light, you’ve been reduced to a lump under the blanket in your unconscious state. Saeyoung slips soundlessly past the door and stands by your pillow, his golden gaze taking in the long lashes splayed against your cheeks, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing, the tousled hair that shrouds your face.

For as long as he’s known you, you’ve been headstrong, bold, outspoken; incredibly, unconditionally kind, always standing up for what you think is right. In the last few days, especially, you’ve been hovering over Saeyoung’s shoulder despite him begging you not to, drilling into his head to please use you as a resource; to let you help; to let you into his head and his heart. Between planning the party, communicating with the other R.F.A. members, and nagging at Saeyoung, you haven’t even stopped to take a breath. And his heart aches with contentment, so much that it nearly physically hurts, to see you so peaceful.

He comes to a crouch, and just being so close to you brings a flush of color to his cheeks. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen no matter what expression you’re wearing, but you look younger now that your face is absent of worry or sadness. He wishes he could capture your innocence right now and store it away in a place where the dangers of the world can never taint it.

He’d do anything to keep you from harm, to keep you so undisturbed, even if it means taking the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Y/N,” he breathes, your name hardly a whisper on his tongue. “You’re asleep.”

You don’t stir. Again, so naturally he barely thinks beforehand, he sweeps your hair from your face with a gentle hand, tucking the stray locks behind your ear.

“You’ve been talking all day, but you’re so quiet when you’re sleeping,” he continues. “You’re so damn weird, you know that? I had to have hurt you by saying all those things, but you still manage to be so bright…”

And thank goodness you’re asleep, because the way he’s looking at you right now and the tenderness in his words contradict everything he shouted at you earlier today.

“You’re so genuine and honest. And I’m just complicated and two-faced.” He takes a deep breath. “The 707 from the chatroom is optimistic, supportive, friendly…but that’s just a mask. This icy person, Saeyoung, is me. My background, my upbringing — everything about me is so dark and pessimistic that I will always be incapable of making you happy, no matter how much I wish I could. I want you to know that.

“You should get angry at me,” he mutters. “I wish you would once in a while. But no, you just have to be so understanding all the time. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes — that one person can be so wonderful, that I got so lucky to meet you.

“God, what am I doing? I — I clearly need to get some sleep. But before I go, I want to tell you this, Y/N, regardless of whether you can hear me or not.

“Don’t trust me.” He fights to keep his voice steady. “Don’t trust me, don’t trust V, and don’t trust anyone in the R.F.A. Please be less nice to me, so it’ll hurt less when I have to disappear. And, when I do, forget about me and be happy. Please. You have to be happy, okay?”

His trembling hand finds yours beneath the blanket and he squeezes gently, an unspoken farewell. He stays that way for a few heartbeats longer, then rises from his crouch and turns around, padding back towards the door.

“Saeyoung?”

His knees nearly give out from beneath him, he’s so shocked to hear your voice.

“Saeyoung,” you say again, and he slowly turns around, his breath batted.

Your beautiful eyes meet his, the blanket falling a little lower as you sit up. You’re wearing a white blouse that leaves your lovely neck and shoulders on full display. You’re so damn beautiful, your skin and hair set aglow by the soft light behind you, an angel sitting barely-clothed in bed with his name dangling from your sweet lips. He’s absolutely gutted. And panicked , because he’s nowhere near ready to have this conversation with you right now.

“How much did you hear?”

You hesitate. “Every word.”

He starts to turn away, face flushing with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say, and he stops in his steps. “I just…want to be with you tonight.”

He swallows around a dry throat. “I don’t think — ”

“Today was really scary,” you say, your voice softening. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep if I don’t have company.”

He stands still for what feels like entire minutes, his lower lip between his teeth, every limb in his body gravitating toward you but his head screaming at him to stay put.

“Please, Saeyoung?”

But his resolve crumbles around him like snow.

He sinks into the mattress beside you, his hands quivering with nervous energy. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments more, his amber eyes locked with yours as if asking what’s next. Then, there’s a rustle of blankets, a soft sigh — and you’ve wound your arms around his neck.

He caves at your slightest touch, and you feel the way the tension leaves his body, his shoulders sagging as you draw him close. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in the sweet scent of your skin; relishes in your feather-light hands tracing comforting circles on his back, the warmth from your body and comfort from your care. You hold him tightly enough that he can’t slip away, gently enough that he won’t break, and, maybe for the first time in his whole life, he feels cared for. Protected.

The sound of your pulse nearly drowns out the sound of your voice, you’re speaking so quietly. “Is this okay?”

“This is perfect.” Saeyoung murmurs. He curls an arm around your waist, his hand accidentally riding up the hem of your blouse to brush against the warm, bare skin beneath, and he blushes a deep red that makes his hair look monochrome. “You’re perfect.”

He feels your breath catch in your throat, your heart skip a beat. “You can’t say things like that if you don’t want me to fall for you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “It just slipped out.”

For a while, the two of you lay in silence, wrapped up in each other’s arms with legs entwined beneath the covers, hearts beating in a rapid but perfect unison. Your fingers comb through his silky hair, your touch so soft and affectionate that Saeyoung’s eyelids begin to feel heavy, all of the troubling thoughts in his mind replaced by all that you are. It’s not until he begins to drift off does your voice taint the room’s silence once more.

“It’s not Seven or Luciel that I have feelings for, you know.” A beat. “It’s Saeyoung.”

And he’s wide awake again.

“The boy who came to my rescue recently. The boy who can be cold sometimes, but only because he cares so much that he feels as if he’ll drown in it all. His line of work forbids him from having friends and family, but he does — and he loves them more than anything, and he knows being friends with him will put them in danger.” You swallow. “He knows being in love with him is basically a death sentence.

“But he's worth it. Because danger is nothing compared to everything else that comes with being by his side: care, protection, kindness, laughter, and so much happiness.”

You dust a hand beneath his jaw, tilting his chin up so you can gaze into his eyes, and his heart is hammering so hard he swears you can feel it through the material of his T-shirt.

“I meant what I said earlier. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment, impulsive declaration,” you whisper. “I love you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, his blood running cold, but the way his heart sings is unmistakable. He feels the same way and he knows it, no matter how hard he’ll try denying the truth.

“And I understand if you can’t feel the same way, but I only ask that, if this really is as temporary as you say, that you remember me.” Your voice trembles. “To remember, years from now, how my heart and my soul once belonged to you. How you once made me feel like I could fly. Like I was safe.”

Saeyoung hears your words echo long after you’ve finished talking. Everything about this has him approaching sensory overload — your confession, your fingers brushing his hair out of his face, your dilated pupils and breathy tone, the feeling of your skin beneath his hands and the tip of your nose just brushing his. In his stomach, a fire ignites where there’s only ever been small flames, and he does the only thing he can think of doing, the only thing he wants to do so badly that he no longer can control himself.

He closes the distance between you and kisses you, his hands tense on your hips and his face burning. For a horrible second, he wonders if he’s overstepped his boundary, if you’re ready — but then you begin to kiss him back, and the fire grows like it never has. Your lips part and he loses all consciousness aside from the taste of your mouth, the wonderful pressure that has him reeling. Your hands navigate his skin until they flutter to the sides of his neck, your thumbs grazing his jaw and coaxing him into a blissful stupor. His entire world reduces down to you and you only, your lips so incredibly soft and sweet, and he kisses you slowly but deeply, melting into your touch.

The curious way kisses do, this one comes to its natural end in time. He leans his forehead against yours and the two of you stay there in a comfortable but sad silence, his fingers lacing through yours reassuringly.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he murmurs, his amber gaze so soft and loving that you have no trouble believing him at all. “You already knew that, I think, but I really do, so much that it scares me. And I’m sorry that this has to be so complicated. I hope you understand that I have to be cautious, as much for your sake as my own.

“But I’m done pushing you away,” he promises. “Because now that I know you feel the same way, I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else. I’ve learned that the world doesn’t seem quite so bleak with you around. You make me happier and give me strength more than anyone I’ve ever known.” He cradles your hair, looking at you with all the sincerity and affection in the world. “It will be difficult, and there are so many things we need to figure out first, but we’ll get there. I’m sure of it.” He leans his forehead against yours. “There’s nothing I can’t do with you beside me.”

You lean in and seal his promise with one last lingering kiss. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms that night, basked in a loving, safe warmth that you’ll find out all too soon is only fleeting.

#707 x reader #luciel x reader #707 x mc #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #luciel x mc #mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger oneshots #mine

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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hoax - Saeran Choi

This is the last part of my folklore one shot series and it’s bittersweet :/ you realize I’ve been doing this series for over two weeks now? Wild. Thank you for supporting!

Summary: After escaping from Mint Eye, you still work and chat with the RFA. Saeran feels betrayed. Slight angst to fluff, extreme AU, let’s be honest I’ve never played another story (I have read a synopsis and didn’t like the ending so I changed it hahaha)

AU: Saeran recruits you to Mint Eye by asking you to test an AI chatting app he made. Little do you realize at first you’re chatting with real members of the RFA. None of them know Saeran or anyone behind it, just you. You and Saeran are able to escape Mint Eye and help the authorities bust the headquarters and the RFA party is tomorrow.

You and Saeran had escaped to your old apartment on the edge of town. Mint Eye was still a slight concern, but Saeran had done a great job taking them down for the most part, leaking their information and location and reporting them to the authorities. He even offered to give testimony in court if necessary, which granted him immunity from anything he may have had to do under the influence of the organization.

The two of you had a lot of concerns, but the RFA party was tomorrow. While Saeran took his shower, you went through your closet to find something suitable to wear. He joined you in his towel, still dripping wet, looking for clothes to put on, clearly not expecting to see you there. “Oh! You scared me,” you jumped, surprised to see him... especially to see him so nude. You felt embarrassed but pulled yourself together; again, you had more pressing issues. “Which is more appropriate for the party? This pink one is a little more informal, see it’s kinda flowy. Then there’s the royal blue one. I’d say it’s more professional. It’s tight fitting and look!” You pulled out a belt. “It has a belt to go with it.”

He looked surprised for a minute. He very gently reached past you and grabbed a pair of sweatpants you had bought him. “I-“ he shook his head. “Can you let me get dressed first?”

You nodded, diverting your attention to the outfits as he got changed. “Okay,” he started. You turned to look up at him. He tried to speak, then quickly shut his mouth. He huffed out a puff of air. “You still wanna go?” He whined.

You hung the outfits back up and walked towards him, grabbing onto his hands gently. “I helped them plan it all Saeran. It would be irresponsible not to.”

“But we’ve had such a stressful few days- and I don’t wanna be away from you.” He was pouting at this point.

“Then go with me!” You offered, excitedly. “We could coordinate outfits. It’ll make my life way easier.” The RFA had only ever interacted with you through the RFA messenger group and were pretty unaware Saeran existed. “I’ll just introduce you as my boyfriend; they’ll be happy to let you in.”

“...I can’t do that.” He was staring at the floorboards, extremely focused.

“Why not? It’s not like they know you. They won’t be mad that I’m bringing a plus one.”

“They do know me,” he sighed heavily. “Why can’t you just stay here with me?”

“How do they know you?”

He shut his mouth tightly. He didn’t seem like he wanted to answer. You let go of his hands and walked over to sit on the bed. “It’s okay... you can tell me. I promise I won’t be mad at you.”

“Super promise?” He plopped down next to you.

You grabbed his hand and hooked his pinky with yours. “Super promise.”

“Seven’s my twin.” He blurted out, as though he felt if he thought about it too much more he could would back out of telling you. “He left when we were like teenagers. I haven’t seen him since.”

“Oh...” were the only words that could come out of your mouth. They did look alike. How did you not notice? “I mean. You dyed your hair. You’ve grown a lot. You still think he’d recognize you?”

He shrugged. “He knows my name. It’s not like it’s a super common name either. He’d know.”

“I could call you Ray at the party. Or something else if you’d prefer.” You offered.

“You want me to go that bad?” His features softened, the smallest curve of his lips giving away the smile he was trying to hide. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

You tackled him in a hug. “Yay! You wear green I wear pink?” You asked. He could only chuckle and nod.

He had been messing with his bow tie for the past half hour, despite it being expertly tied. “You’re stressed,” you commented, keeping your eyes on the road as you drove to the party. “What’s wrong?”

He hit the dashboard lightly in frustration. “They’re going to be all over you and talking to you. I know how much they like you. How much they trust you. I bet they all have a crush on you... even the girl. Even my brother.”

“Well I have a crush on you so who cares,” you giggled.

“Me!” He yelled in frustration. He sighed. “I’m sorry, that was kind of loud. I’m still trying to work on that.”

“You’re doing a great job. I’m proud of you Saeran.”

“How can you say that? How can you be so nice to me after everything I’ve done to you? After I lied to you and I locked you in your room and I endangered your life and I’m jealous of people you haven’t even met yet.” He leaned his head against the window. “I’m a mess.”

“You’re allowed to be a mess. You’ve been through a lot. I promise, my eyes will only be on you tonight,” you smiled warmly, glancing at him and meeting his eyes for a second before looking back to the road.

“I’m sorry. You know... it feels like a part of me is me and a part of me isn’t me and I’m still trying to sort it out. And then I’m haunted by all those...” he shook his head, “horrible memories from back there. It’s just hard for me trust. But somehow you broke down all those walls, huh?”

“It’s because I love you. So much. And we can hide your identity for the party but honestly if the RFA didn’t accept you? Screw them. I accept you. I think you’re great.”

“You... you’d choose me over all of them?” He seemed shocked.

“‘Course I would.” It was simple to you, but it meant the world to him. You didn’t have to look to know how wide he was smiling; you could feel it in your heart.

“I think I wanna go as Saeran. If something bad happens, you’ll be by my side, right?” He was anxious, but your presence comforted him.

You reached over to grab his hand, keeping your other tight on the wheel. “Forever and always.”

You had just pulled into the party. It was so elegant looking. A valet took your car. Jaehee was checking the guest list. You gave her your name and she grinned, pulling you into a hug. “Who’s this here with you?” She asked, saying hi to him.

“This is my boyfriend Saeran,” you held his hand tightly. “I hope it’s okay he came along; he’s helped out behind the scenes a lot.”

“Of course! Come on in.”

Saeran sighed a breath of relief, but you knew you weren’t through the gauntlet yet. You never let go of his hand, walking up to meet all the members in person. When you made it to Seven, he literally dropped his drink, the glass shattering on the floor.

“Don’t move,” the twins said in unison to you. You giggled.

“I wouldn’t want you to cut yourself,” Saeran finished. Luckily someone who was a part of the staff came over to help clean it up. Saeran recommended your get together relocate and, quite literally, carried you, only a few inches off the ground granted, away from the mess, despite your protests that you were fine.

“I’m sorry... are you... Saeran?” Seven asked, his voice nearly a whisper.

“I am...” he looked away. “I...” he ran a hand through his hair. “I have a lot of thoughts and feelings right now and don’t know how to sort through them so I just want you to know I’m trying my best here.”

Seven pulled him in tight for a hug. Saeran didn’t move, didn’t wrap his arms around him back or anything. After realizing this, Seven pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” Saeran apologized, his hand moving absentmindedly to grasp yours. “I’ve been watching you. Well... that sounds creepy. Well I guess it was. I, uh, have been through a lot these past few years.”

“We’re still working on it,” you explained gently to Seven. “He hasn’t really had it easy. Maybe you could help too though?” You asked, directing the question toward Saeran.

“Yeah... again, I have a lot of... bad feelings toward you. And I want to fix them. But that’s what they put in my brain, so it’s going to be hard,” he was practically squeezing your hand now to keep himself calm and not spiral into a nervous wreck or an angry mess.

“They?” Seven asked, confused.

“We can hash it all out another time maybe?” Even by glancing at Saeran you could tell he was tired. “I know we just made our rounds, but we might go home.”

“No, I completely understand. In fact, I can cover for you both if you’d like.” Seven’s eyes were watery. “Saeran... please take care of yourself. As soon as you’re feeling okay enough to meet up... I’d really like that.” He directed his attention to you. “Thank you for being here for him.”

“Of course. I’m more than happy too. I want to. We’re a pair now.” You were more saying this so that Saeran could get it in his mind, obviously not Seven, but both the twins smiled at you. “It was nice meeting you in person, Seven. Tell everyone I’m sorry for ducking out early.”

Saeran uttered a simple goodbye before the two of you made a stealthy escape. The second you got into the car you relaxed. He took off the bow tie immediately, undoing the top button of his shirt. “Did that go well?” He asked, seeking your approval.

“It went better than I could’ve hoped. You feel okay?” You hadn’t started moving yet; you wanted to check in with him beforehand.

He nodded vigorously. “You weren’t kidding when you said you only had eyes for me. You don’t even look at my twin like you’re attracted to him.” He was slightly smug about it, shifting in his seat to sit up taller.

“You’re right. Why would I need to look at anyone else when I have the kindest, most handsome man in the world by my side?” And on that note, you started driving. You were sure things would be alright: not just between you two, or just between Saeran and his brother, but everything in general. The trial, the RFA. everything.

#mystic messenger #mysme #Saeran Choi #folklore

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girasoleperla · 4 years

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Feels Like Falling -- Saeran X MC

He tried — dear God, he tried — but he could never seem to avoid her. She was everywhere. In the kitchen reading at the table. In the dining room tapping on her laptop. In the bathroom brushing her teeth. And she was always so sickeningly nice. She asked him how he was, if his food was okay, if he’d finished his book. He always responded with silence, even when Saeyoung kicked him under the table, but she didn’t seem to mind. It was maddening.

Author’s Note: This is still an un-betaed, angsty dabble in an unrequited (mostly) Saeran/MC relationship post-Saeyoung’s route. This chapter is related to Come Crashing (though future chapters may be one-offs), and is rated M for language only.

Genre: Angst, with hints at romance. Larger hints this time. You know, kinda.

[AO3]

Chapter 1: Come Crashing

Chapter 2: Feels Like Falling

Saeran treasured the solitude that came with early morning. His brother’s lacking sleep schedule afforded him little time to himself, so when Saeran finally discovered the narrow window Saeyoung spent face-down on his mattress, he made sure to plan his own Z’s around it. In those small hours, he could walk the house in peace with nothing to plague him but silence and the smell of fresh coffee.

Saeran leaned against the kitchen window, nursing the burning mug in his hand. He watched the trees sway beyond the glass, drowsy and purple in the morning light. The contentment he found in their branches was spotty at best, and fading fast with the rising sun.

He frowned as anxiety woke inside his stomach, roused by the quiet. Despite the serenity he found in his privacy, the part of him that craved companionship was never far away. It clung to him like a parasite, needing, summoning that familiar yearning for the sleepless bustle of Mint Eye. The coffee in Saeran’s mouth turned sour and, for a moment, he swore he saw black flash teal in his mug. He turned away from the window.

Pathetic.

Months of work and nothing had changed. By noon, he knew he would find himself perched on the couch like always, knee bouncing as he watched the clock tick. He would count the seconds of his dwindling privacy like gems slipping into an abyss, and yet remain agonizingly impatient for Saeyoung to drag his ass out of bed.

Not that he was looking forward to his brother's surveillance — or noise — but when Saeran was alone it was too easy to remember all he’d lost, and remembering hurt.

Ray was gone. The Savior was gone. Mint Eye was gone. Saeran remained; liberated now, or whatever he was supposed to call it, but he didn’t feel grateful.

Most days, his new life felt less like freedom and more like a living Picasso; a cluster of shapes and colors that formed a complete picture yet remained distorted. His waking hours were a constant trial of sorting the pieces of him that fit from those that didn’t — but what did fit? What wasn’t right? It was like trying to solve a word problem written in a language he’d never seen before.

His time spent asleep just made it worse.

Unknown lived there still; a crackling shadow therapy had yet to purge. His voice was loud in the void between asleep and awake, amplified by the blaring of Saeran’s alarm. That voice urged him out of bed, fingers itching for a keyboard.

Get up, loser. There’s work to do.

It was only once Saeran’s eyes opened that he remembered. A flash of gunmetal. The sharp sound of an ending life. The truth.

The mission was over.

And he was a murderer.

Sometimes, Saeran wished he would stop waking. Unknown was familiar, even if He was terrifying. Saeran could pull Him on like a suit. Hide within Him. Forget his sanity and his guilt.

This wellness was a curse. It had left him with nothing. No purpose. No hope. All that remained of him were fragments; echoes of an old life. He was a wreckage of half-forgotten memories, the refuse gathered and sewn back into the shape of Saeran Choi.

But he didn’t know how to be Saeran Choi. His skin didn’t fit. With every breath, Saeran could feel it straining over his shoulders.

Dr. Gwan did her best to assure him that his discomfort was normal. That it was all a part of the healing process. She insisted he try to find comfort in little changes, try to celebrate slight improvements. Every therapy session was the same bullshit on loop. He wanted to tell her to shove it, but his brother would disapprove.

Saeyoung.

He was worse than the doctor. Watching — always watching — with eyes so hopeful they were cruel. The weight of that gaze wrapped Saeran’s throat like a noose, tightening with every comparison, every flicker of disappointment. Saeran could hardly look at him most days for fear of asphyxiation.

That noose kept him hard. Kept him ready. Kept him waiting for the day when Saeyoung would realize his brother was gone for good and lock him away with the rest of the lunatics, somewhere sterile and white and soft.

Somewhere far from her.

The thought of MC made Saeran cringe as he entered the living room. He sat on the couch with a scowl, coffee mug abandoned on the table. A memory of her bubbled up, pretty and smiling in the bench seat across from him at Saeyoung’s favorite donut shop. Out of all of his “supporters", she was the worst. Nosy. Pushy. Poking into his business. Offering him kindness he didn’t want, encouragement he didn’t ask for…

“I think you look better, you know? More… awake, maybe? I’m not sure how to explain it,” said MC to Saeran, who could hardly hear her over his brother’s chewing.

He didn’t know how to respond, so he said nothing, looking out the window instead.

Outside, children were rushing through the snow, heaving lumps of white powder at each other as they laughed and slipped along the sidewalk. The smallest child paused in front of the candy shop across the street, a snowball slipping from his mitten as he eyed the sweets glittering in the window. He was reaching for the door when another kid called after him, luring him away. Saeran felt a tug of sadness he couldn’t place.

“Saeran?”

He turned back to find MC staring at him, her teeth worrying her lower lip. He watched her fingers fiddle with her beanie, remembering how she’d yanked it on as she rushed out to meet them that morning, trapping down a mess of unruly bedhead. The dark waves had bent around her face so delicately—

“Saeran?” MC tilted her head and those waves slipped over her shoulder, the ends narrowly missing her glass of orange juice. “Are you alright?”

Saeran cleared his throat and pushed his plate away. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Saeyoung snatched the half-eaten bearclaw from Saeran’s plate and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with a hunger that belied the two he’d already devoured. Saeran scowled, but the pastry massacre didn’t distract MC. Saeran felt his ears warm under her scrutiny.

“Not great with compliments, huh?”

Saeran shrugged and sunk back into his seat, stretching the distance between them. “Guess not.”

MC chuckled. It was a soft, airy sound that filled the booth with music.

At some point, some traitorous part of Saeran’s brain had begun categorizing the types of MC’s laughter. This was one of his favorites. Delicate and warm, it was a reminder of her gentleness; a peek into the parts of her that were tender instead of blinding. Hearing it eased the cord in Saeran’s chest that tightened whenever she was around—

Christ.

Christ, he was doing it again.

Saeran shook a hand through his hair and turned his scowl back to the window. The children were long gone, leaving nothing to distract him from his mortification. He clenched his teeth. Get a grip.

MC spoke words he didn’t register and Saeran nodded as though he hadn’t strolled off into a realm of complete insanity. It must have been an acceptable enough response because she went back to chattering with Saeyoung as soon as his brother’s mouth was empty. Saeran tried not to look too relieved.

“Soooo, MC,” Saeyoung sang, wiping his mouth on a napkin, “I’m still waiting for an answer.”

MC snorted into her orange juice. “I’m not moving in with you just because you need a new maid, Saeyoung.”

Saeran choked on his own spit, but Saeyoung’s protesting drowned out the sound of his sputtering.

“What?! That's not—”

“I’ve seen your laundry pile. And the dishes. And the soda can tower in your office.”

“But Vanderwood hasn’t been coming around as much! I’m no good at— “

The look she leveled at him cut the joke short. Saeran was still trying to breathe. He took a long drink from his water glass.

“Alright, look,” said Saeyoung, sobering, “I’ll pay you in HoneyBudda— Okay, okay! Put the donut down! I’m kidding. Really! I just want to see you more, which would be easier if you lived with me. Plus, you could live someplace you could stretch without touching every room—”

“Hey—!”

“Your apartment is a closet, MC—”

“It is not! It’s normal apartment size—!”

“For a mouse. A tiny one—”

“H-Hold on.” Saeran’s voice cut a shadow through their banter. “What?”

Saeyoung turned to stare at him. “What’s what?”

“…What do you mean, “Move in”?”

His brother gaped at him as though he’d grown two heads. “What do you mean “what do I mean”? We talked about this last week, remember?”

“No.”

Saeran saw MC flinch from the corner of his eye. He didn’t care if he hurt her feelings. The thought of her living in the same house as them was enough to—

“We were in the kitchen. You were reading, I think...”

“I don’t remember—”

“Oh! It was Tuesday. I know because—"

“I don’t remember.”

“…What?” Saeyoung blinked at him. “You said something like ‘I don’t care, just go away’.”

“Then I wasn’t listening.”

“Um, boys?”

MC was standing beside the table when they glanced over at her, her coat tucked under her arm.

“Why don’t you talk it over, okay?” she said, “I should head out anyway.”

“MC…”

“It’s alright, Saeyoung.” She leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. Saeran looked away. “I don’t want Saeran to be uncomfortable. It’s his home, too.”

Saeran had to fight every guilty feeling he had to keep from watching her leave.

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She was moving in with them. God fucking save him.

Saeran didn’t look up from his book when the front door opened, his eyes glued to the tiny ‘217’ printed at the bottom of the page. He tried to focus on his breathing as her footsteps clipped down the hallway, reciting a lesson from his latest therapy session.

He was in control.

Five seconds, inhale.

His emotions were his.

Five seconds, exhale.

He was safe.

Five seconds—

She stepped into the room, a smudge of gray in the corner of his vision, and Saeran’s lungs hitched. He closed his eyes and tried to remember where he’d left off.

He was safe. He was safe.

He was safe even as a storm swept across the room and propped her suitcases against the wall.

“Whew,” MC huffed, “Think I brought enough stuff?”

The couch dipped as she sank into it and Saeran’s eyes flew open, his heart spidering up into his throat. MC breathed a small sigh and put her feet up on the coffee table.

The middle cushion of the couch provided a barrier of space between them, but Saeran’s skin prickled all the same at her nearness. Beneath the fringe of his bangs, he saw her turn to smile at him, her eyes like flashlights. The spine of his book creaked beneath his tightening fingers.

“Koontz fan?” she asked, nodding toward the novel.

Saeran said nothing, hoping she would take the hint. She didn’t.

“I prefer King myself, but I enjoyed the Odd Thomas series.”

Again, her words faded into silence. It hovered like smoke between them and Saeran glanced at Saeyoung’s office, praying for him to get off his computer and collect her. Maybe then he could breathe again—

There was a sudden movement on the couch and Saeran’s eyes shot back to MC. She was bent over the cushion between them, her fingers pushing softly at the cover of his book as she tried to get a peek at the title. She was close, so close, and Saeran’s throat flexed, trying to swallow his heart back down. Her lashes were long and dark, darker than her hair; they shivered as her eyes read.

“Ah-ha!” she declared, “I knew it. In Odd We Trust. Good prequel.”

Her eyes lifted to catch his glare and the light in them dimmed, as though a circuit had shorted in their wiring. She pulled back slowly, her fingers breaking contact, and Saeran nearly groaned with relief.

Back on her side of the couch, MC studied him in silence, her brow furrowing deeper the longer she stared.

“I’m really sorry,” she said after a moment, “I shouldn’t have just… “

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed at it. Saeran watched her chest rise and fall as her mind worked, counting her breaths like seconds between thunderclaps.

“Anyway, I’m sorry.”

She stood and walked back to her luggage, quietly snapping the handles into place. She didn’t turn to look at him when she spoke again.

“Enjoy your book. I, uh… I should throw this stuff in Saeyoung’s room.”

She took a step to leave.

“You need help?” The words escaped before Saeran could stop them. He winced when she paused.

Silence stretched between them again, broken only by the ticking of the clock.

“I’m alright,” she whispered. Saeran’s heart lurched at the warmth in her voice. “Thank you, though.”

She left the room, wheeling her luggage out of sight.

Saeran slowly returned to his book, but his ears were buzzing and there was a humming in his skin. A half-hour went by before he realized he was still staring at page 217. He swore and snapped the book shut.

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And she was always so sickeningly nice. She asked him how he was. If his food was okay. If he’d finished his book. He never responded, not even when Saeyoung kicked him under the table, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She didn’t mind.

Not when he ignored her. Not when he glared at her (which he did often). Not even when he saw her coming down the hall and purposely turned to walk the other way. It was like she was determined to like him. To befriend him.

It was maddening.

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“Oh! Saeran!”

He glanced up from behind the refrigerator door, his fingers still fishing for a water bottle.

MC was smiling at him from across the kitchen, a mixing bowl clutched to her chest. Her frilly, green apron was splotched with flour.

Saeran frowned and straightened, snapping the fridge shut. The cluster of LOLOL magnets on it jiggled, a chibi Ginx coming dangerously close to slipping to the floor. MC’s smile didn’t waver.

“Glad you’re here,” she said, “Wanna help? I don’t think my baking skill is high enough for this recipe…”

Saeran twisted the cap off his Aguafina and took a long drink, the bottle crackling beneath his fingers. When it was drained, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and glowered at her.

“Is that why the whole house stinks?”

MC grinned bashfully. “Yeah. The first batch was a disaster.”

She pointed her spatula at a plate of black, crumbling discs on the counter.

Saeran let out a derisive snort. “What help could I be? I’ve never baked before.”

“Well… they say two heads are better than one, right?”

“Not if they’re both empty.” To punctuate his point, Saeran tossed his bottle into the recycling bin and turned to leave.

“Oh, come on, Grouchy. It’ll be fun.”

He paused to glare back at her. “For who?”

MC’s eyes narrowed and she pressed her spatula hand to her hip, smearing batter onto her apron. “You, I think.”

Saeran thought he was finally glimpsing a moment of impatience from her, but then her mouth curled into a sly smirk. “Since you have such a sweet tooth and all.”

He felt his stomach drop. “What?”

Her smirk became a full-blown smile and she shrugged, looking like the cat that caught the goddamn canary.

"Come on,” she teased, “I saw the way you eyed that cake at our last meeting. One chocolate lover knows another.”

Saeran said nothing. He was sure his heart had permanently stopped beating. How closely did she watch him? How had he never noticed?

“Plus you take four sugars in your coffee.”

There was a feather poking between her lips now. Flustered, Saeran left the room without another word.

Hours later, after the literal smoke had cleared, he crept back into the kitchen to scavenge for a half-singed cookie. He was disappointed to find the jar empty.

She couldn’t have ruined all of them… could she?

Damnit.

In a last-ditch effort, Saeran checked the fridge and was surprised to find a small bowl of chocolate-chip cookie dough on the top shelf. Sealed with shrink-wrap, it winked at him beneath the light of the fridge, a piece of masking tape stretched over its center. His name was scrawled across it in swirly, elegant letters.

Saeran slammed the door shut. The Ginx magnet hit the floor this time, skittering across the tile to bump his sneaker.

He glared down at it as his brain attempted to process the pressure building beneath his ribs. She had to be teasing him. Had to be. He could still picture her smirking beside the counter.

The pressure swelled and he cursed. Why was it so easy for her to get under his skin? What the hell was it about her? What made him feel this...? This… what? Irritation? Madness? Affectio–

Fuck it.

Fuck her.

Fuck her attentiveness and her friendliness and her delicious, delectable gift trap.

Saeran turned on his heel to leave, but the promise of chocolate pieces and soft, sweet dough stopped him before he could flip off the light. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and stared hard at the wall.

A full minute must have passed before his feet finally carried him back to the fridge. He slapped the Ginx magnet back onto the door and tugged it open… quietly.

Okay, so he wanted to eat it. So what? It wasn’t because she made it, and it certainly wasn’t because she had left it for him. He liked sweets, that’s all. If she asked him if he took it, he’d deny it.

Nope. Must have been Saeyoung.

But she never did ask.

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Saeyoung and MC tripped along ahead of him, arms linked as they strolled through the park. MC was dressed in a soft, yellow sundress that fluttered prettily around her legs as she walked. Her face was half-hidden by her sunhat when she turned her head, so Saeran couldn’t see her expression when she gasped, but he felt her excitement in his bones. She pointed to a large, flowering rosebush and made her way over to it, towing Saeyoung along.

Saeran lingered, hands sunk in his pockets. It was a warm, spring day, but he hadn’t felt much like leaving the house. MC had coaxed him out with constant badgering, and while he wanted to remain bitter about it, he wasn’t. Not really. The flowers were beautiful, just like she’d promised. They reminded him of the gardens back at Mint Eye. It was the one memory of that place that he treasured. His one place of true joy.

"Come on, Saeran Choi!” MC called, waving him over, “You’ll want to see these. I know how much you like flowers!”

There was no possible way for her to know that, but she did. Just like the sweets. Saeran felt a delicate tug in his chest, yanking his feet forward.

Saeyoung’s phone was ringing when he caught up to them. The expression on his brother’s face spelled "work" and he gave them an apologetic smile, squeezing MC’s hand before walking off to take the call.

MC seemed unfazed by the interruption, turning her smile to Saeran and pointing out a fresh rosebud.

“It’s an Amber Flush, right?”

He couldn’t help but grin back. “Yeah.”

“Thought so. It’s on the cover of that book in the living room. Are roses your favorite?”

Saeran watched the golden-orange bud shiver in the breeze and felt something deep within him unravel. The world seemed to settle, sliding into focus for what felt like the first time in years.

“They’re temperamental,” he replied, voice soft, “They take a lot of care, but the blossom is always worth the work.”

“I see...”

Saeran’s eyes flicked to MC’s face and away again, her expression too gentle to linger on. MC turned to the rosebush and caressed the petals of a full blossom, her fingers deft and loving.

They stood that way for a long time, content among the flowers, shoulders warming beneath the sun. When MC spoke again, her words were nearly lost on the breeze; too quiet to be meant for him, but his heart stumbled all the same.

“The blossom’s always worth the work.”

Saeyoung called out from somewhere behind them then, bringing MC’s head around. Saeran felt a tinge of disappointment.

“Be right there!" she called back.

“I think I’ll stay here for a bit,” murmured Saeran, sliding his fingers around a rosebud to cradle it in his palm.

MC chuckled. “See? Aren’t you glad you came?”

“Yeah.”

From the corner of his eye, Saeran saw her move as though to pat his arm, but then she paused, seeming to think better of it. The disappointment came again.

“See you in a bit, then.”

She set off, her feet whispering through the grass as her skirt fluttered out of sight.

Saeran’s thumb traced lazily over the bud between his fingers, but his gaze slipped back to MC’s blossom. It was impossible, but it seemed somehow lonely without her.

Saeran sighed at the thought, chastising himself, but knew he would eventually have to admit it.

Despite his best efforts, it was working. Her… friendship thing.

Every day, he resented her attentiveness a little less, her questions a little less. He’d even started answering them.

He was losing his mind. What was left of it, anyway.

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“Which flavor is your favorite?” MC asked, pressing a hand to the ice cream display.

Saeran stared at her instead. It was their first outing alone, and he wondered what possibly could have convinced Saeyoung to leave his favorite human alone with his unhinged, murderous brother. MC waited patiently for his response, fog gathering where the tips of her fingers pressed the glass.

“Vanilla,” he answered.

She turned to order and Saeran decided she must have bullied Saeyoung into agreeing. She was persistent enough to sway anyone, and his brother was more fool than most.

“A vanilla, please,” MC piped to the man behind the display, “On a, um… sugar cone?”

She glanced back at Searan for confirmation and he gave her a nod. She smiled at him; a full, honest smile. It summoned that familiar fuzzing in his chest and he looked away.

“And I’ll have chocolate,” she added, turning back to the man, “On a waffle cone. Two scoops, please.”

After a few minutes of waiting (and a last-minute request from MC for sprinkles), the man handed over two elegantly crafted ice cream cones. MC offered a sincere “thank you” as she stuffed five dollars into the tip jar. The man smiled kindly at her as she turned to hand Saeran his cone.

Maybe Saeyoung isn’t the only one, thought Saeran, watching the ice cream man. MC exited the shop with a tinkling of the bell and Saeran followed.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying their treats. The sky was wide and clear above them, a solid, steady blue reminiscent of summer even though it was barely April. Saeran was watching a particularly large robin flutter past when MC spoke.

“Okay.” Her voice was muffled by ice cream. “Favorite movie?”

He shot her an annoyed look.

“Come on,” she prodded, undeterred.

He was quiet for a moment before grumbling, "I don’t know. Never seen one.”

She looked like he’d said something offensive. “You’ve never seen a movie?”

“No.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Dunno. Guess plotting to murder my brother and destroy his charity organization didn’t leave for a lot of free time.”

“Saeyoung has an entire wall of movies at home, Saeran. You’ve been living next to them for months.”

Saeran smirked. MC was never one to be sidetracked.

“I prefer reading,” he said.

“And you know that how, exactly?”

He rolled his eyes and bit into his cone. “Fair enough.”

They came to an empty park bench and she stepped up onto it, walking across the seat. “Be ready to watch one when we get home.”

He shook his head. “I’m busy—"

“You’re not. You’re just being stubborn.” She jumped back onto the sidewalk. “A murder mystery, I think. Ever read anything by Agatha Kristy?”

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Saeran and MC sat in the darkness of the living room, snuggled on opposite sides of the couch, sharing a blanket. The TV bathed their faces with light.

The film was decent, much better than Saeran had been expecting, but he caught himself watching MC more than the screen. She knew every line. She mouthed them silently… when her mouth wasn’t stuffed with popcorn.

She’d offered him the bowl when they’d first sat down.

“Movies are an event, Saeran. Snacks are required.”

He’d opted for a cluster of her red licorice instead. He was chewing on a rope when she gave a yawn and stretched, her toes brushing the outside of his thigh. He felt the air rush out of his lungs.

She withdrew immediately and Saeran had to wrestle the urge to stop her. It was a ludicrous response. His fingers gripped the arm of the couch in protest.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

There was a drumming in Saeran’s chest. He considered making an excuse to leave the room. A month ago, he would have.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered instead.

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“So, did you like it?”

“The end was crap.”

MC laughed; a chorus of throaty chortling he had begun to associate specifically with her. She looked adorable standing in the hallway, burrito-ed in an oversized blanket and staring up at him with sleepy eyes.

“That’s true,” she agreed, stifling a yawn, “The book is better.”

“What do you mean? They changed it?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “Guess they thought audiences would like it better. They do that pretty often…”

“That makes no sense.”

She laughed again, softer this time. “Well, the book doesn’t leave you with much hope, and people don’t always like that.”

“…But you like the book better?” Considering what he knew of her character, this surprised him.

“Yeah.” She adjusted her blanket, holding it closed beneath her chin, “I like the honesty of the novel. It wasn’t meant to offer hope. It… well, I don’t want to spoil it. Read the book and we can talk about it.”

The next day, Saeran finished the small novel (which was in Saeyoung’s collection, astonishingly enough) and decided he preferred reading after all. Apparently, Hollywood was in the business of destroying classics rather than showcasing them.

Still, when MC pulled him into the living room a week later to watch Howls Moving Castle, he didn’t complain.

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“What’s this?”

MC grinned up at him, shoving Stephen King’s Under the Dome into his hands.

“Trust me, you’ll love it,” she insisted, “It’s 1,074 pages of gold.”

Saeran stared down at the book. It had been well used, the hardcover torn and peeling at the corners to reveal the cardboard underneath. He opened it and flipped through the yellowing pages, frowning at the countless dog ears inside.

“…The condition is awful,” he mumbled.

"What?”

He turned the book around to show her a page that was folded over twice. “Ever heard of a bookmark?”

Her face narrowed in irritation. He found it charming but pushed the feeling away.

She put her hands on her hips. “Ever heard of manners?”

“This is a crime against books, MC.”

"If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back.”

She made a grab for the novel, but he jerked it out of her reach. Maybe a little too quickly. He cleared his throat. “It’s fine. It’s ugly, but I’ll read it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s not ugly. It’s just… well-loved. I’ve spent more time with that book than I have with most people.”

Saeran tucked the tome under his arm. Knowing she’d entrusted him with such a personal treasure had his heartbeat fumbling all over itself. Damn thing.

"The RFA’s resident social butterfly?” He said with a snort. “I doubt it.”

A shadow lowered over her eyes, like shutters closing, and a heaviness he’d never seen before darkened her face. When she spoke, the tone of her voice was almost self-deprecating.

“Yeah, well…” She tugged at the sleeve of her pajama top. "I was a bit of a wallflower before the RFA.”

He’d upset her. Anxiety worked into his chest at the realization, and escalated into mild panic when he realized he had no idea how to fix it.

“I went to a private school and didn’t have many friends,” she continued, saving him, “so I used to spend a lot of time reading… or messing around on my PC.”

Saeran couldn’t help but picture her alone in a classroom, curled up in her desk, pouring over the book beneath his arm. He pressed the tome tighter against his ribs.

“I guess I was a little like you.”

He stared down at her, the words "like you” circling in his brain. After a moment, he forced his mouth to work. “…Like me?”

She gave a firm nod, looking up. “Yeah. That's probably why I enjoy your company so much.”

Saeran’s chest tightened, his traitorous heart spilling heat that pooled and splayed beneath his skin. He felt it rise into his cheeks and hoped the dim hallway would hide the flush.

“Well,” MC added, looking shy, “and because I’m so grateful to you.”

A splash of cold tempered the heat. “For what?”

“For introducing me to the RFA, of course. Without you... I never would have made such good friends, or found Saeyoung. Honestly, I’d probably still be at home reading…”

Saeran shook his head.

Just like that first day when he’d returned her phone, she didn’t know what she was thanking him for. Even now, as she stared up at him with those shining, golden eyes, he was reminded of how badly Unknown had longed to snuff them out. To turn them green and nauseating and dim.

Even worse, he knew how much He’d dreamt of keeping her for Himself. In the early morning, when the work was at a standstill and sleep was far off, He would fantasize about her. He'd picture her in the corner of His workroom, pretty and quiet; a living doll awash in His glow of monitors. Her empty, glassy eyes would shine up at Him, mirrored with His image.

They had come close to that reality. Would have achieved it, in fact, if He’d been quicker that day in the apartment. She had no reason to be grateful to him.

“MC,” his voice was thick, “You shouldn’t...”

“Oh!” She cut him off, waving her hands and looking mortified, “Saeran, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t... shouldn’t have said anything. But the RFA is the best thing that’s ever happened to me... and I thought you deserved to know that.”

She bit her lip, something Saeran had realized was a habit of hers when she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes moved somewhere far over his shoulder, lost in thought. When they came back to him, he felt his heart twist at their warmth.

“Saeran, whatever has happened, you should know that we’re all grateful to have you here. We care about you and we want you to be happy... even if you’re finding it hard to believe you deserve that.”

Saeran couldn’t speak. There was a quiet ringing in his ears and, somewhere deep inside him, he felt a wall crack.

Happy.

His throat grew tight.

MC shuffled her feet. “Well, uh,” she mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “that was probably a lot.”

Saeran thought he could see a touch of pink in her cheeks and barely stopped himself from reaching out to cup one. This recurring urge to touch her was beginning to terrify him.

“Anyway, I should probably check in with Saeyoung about tomorrow’s meeting.” She offered him a quick smile, “Have a good night. Let me know how you like the book, okay?”

She skirted around him and vanished down the hallway, her slippers slapping against the floorboards. Saeran stared at the space she’d abandoned, fingers still tingling with the thought of her skin, and tightened his grip on her novel.

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saerran-choi · 4 years

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We’re Here for You.

Choi!MC x bigbrother!Saeran and bigbrother!Saeyoung

Sibling angst: a bit of fluff but not much.

WARNING: mentions of attempted rape and self hatred and depression. Be advised. Not descriptive of the act but hints of it happening.

“Have you heard from (Y/N) today?” Saeran asks his brother, who in return shakes his head.

“She hasn’t left her room in days. She seems, upset” Saeyoung says, his eyes darting to the shut door of their little sisters bedroom. “Should we go in and check on her?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Should we bring something in for her to eat? I haven’t seen her even leave the room. I don't think she’s been eating properly” Saeran mentions, his eyes darting in between her bedroom door and the hallway that leads towards the kitchen. Saeyoung nods his head.

“You wanna get something started and I’ll bring her out of the room?”. Saeran stands and makes his way towards the kitchen, while Saeyoung makes his way towards his sisters room, knocking lightly on the door, before opening it.

The darkness in the room is what first struck him as weird. Normally her room was lit up, there was music playing, it was, happy. But now? The dead silence, the windows covered and the room as dark as it can possibly be worried him. “(Y/N)? Are you in here?”. Theres no response, just the sounds of movement, and saeyoung shifts his attention towards the bed. With the faint light from the hallway and his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. He could make out his younger sister, back against the corner of the wall, atop her bed, knees pressed against her chest and her face buried in her knees. She was dead silent, but he could tell by the way her body was shaking, that she was crying.

Saeyoung didn’t know how, but he was almost instantly by her side, in attempt to comfort his crying sister. “Hey, hey (Y/N), sweetheart, whats going on? What’s wrong?”. At the words of her brother, she cant seem to keep quiet anymore, letting out a loud and wailing sob. It draws the attention of the younger twin, who rushes into the room. By the time Saeran makes it into the room, Saeyoung had his arms wrapped around (Y/N) as she sobs into his chest, clinging to him like he was her lifeline, which it seemed in the moment he was.

Saeran looks at his brother, who in turn shakes his head, not understanding why his sister was crying so much, and what had happened to cause her to be like that. But there wasn’t a chance they were going to get her to talk, not the way she was crying, trembling. They needed her to calm down first.

It takes a few hours, Saeran making his way back to the kitchen to shut everything off, and then back to the room, for her to calm down. The sobs turned into crying, and eventually, just quiet sniffles, until it turned into silent breathing. The twins turned and looked towards each other.

“(Y/N). What-What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Saeyoung asks, his grip on his sister never faltering. The said girl shakes her head, the movement so small it the movement doesn’t even seem to exist. “We can’t help you if we don’t know whats going on sweetheart”

Again, there is no response from the girl. Saeran lets out a sigh, but stands, forcing a smile onto his face. He wouldn’t normally ever do this for anyone else, but this was his little sister, and he needed to do something, because seeing her like this, was killing the twins. “How about this. We turn on some Disney movies you like and we can eat ice cream? And built a pillow fort, like we used to do. All three of us?”

At the idea, (Y/N)’s head finally looks up, her eyes were bloodshot and sunken, the bags around her eyes looked like she had been- and there was a bruise on her cheek- dark, swollen, purple.

“Oh my gosh, what- what happened to you sweetheart? Saeran, ice-now” Saeyoung says, turning his attention to his sister fully. She had begun crying again, a few tears streaming down her face as she attempted to look away. “Sweetheart, you need to talk to us okay? Who did this to you?” Saeran returns with a small bag of ice and hands it to her, helping her set it against her cheek. Once her arm moves up, the bruising of what seems to be handprints is wrapped around her wrist.

Saeran moves fast, grabbing ahold of her arm and moving her sleeve up to see the bruise in the shape of a hand, wrapped around her wrist. He freezes, turning to look at her. She can’t even bring herself to look at her brothers. What if they hated her? What if they blamed her? What of they didn’t care?

“What- (Y/N). Tell me who the hell did this!” Saeran cant even keep himself from yelling, the anger overflowing. “I’ll kill them! I swear to god i will kill them!” At the loudness of his outburst, she starts crying again, retreating into Saeyoungs chest in fear. Saeyoung shoots his brother a look, his arms going to wrap around his sister again. Saeran sighs, but sits back down on the bed beside his siblings. “You have to tell us. We can’t fix this unless you tell us what happened”. Finally, her voice pipes up.

“You can’t fix this” she says, her voice hoarse and cracking. “It’s too late”

“No-its not sweetheart. Just tell us what happened. Let us help.”

“What am I supposed to tell you huh?” her voice comes out sharp, hoarse, as she pulls away from saeyoung. “That he was drunk? That i told him no, that I screramed and clawed and begged and cried and fought and he still didn’t stop? Or the fact that I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without remembering every bit of it? How his friends stood by and filmed it? How the police wouldnt believe me?” Shes shaking, unable to look her brothers in the eye.

Both of the twins' stomachs dropped as they stared at their sister. “Y-You’re not-”. She shakes her head, terrified.

Saerans the first one to act, pulling her into one of his rare hugs, holding onto her with everything he has, and seconds after, saeyoung is on the other side, wrapping his arms around her as she cried, clinging to them both. They didnt exactly know how long they stayed there, holding onto her, but she soon fell asleep, for what may have seemed for the first time in days. The twins move off her bed, making their way out of the room, leaving the door open in case anything came up and they needed to come back to her. They share a silent conversation and make their way towards their home office, where their computers were located. They had some work to do.

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elvendara · 4 years

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Oh yeah hit me with that angst pretty please!!!! Yooran 🤕🤕🤕

I did it! This could so easily become a multi chapter fic. In fact, this could be my most angsty fic ever. At least, in my head! LOL because I already know how it ends. Anyway........This is kinda long and could have been longer, but wanted to actually get to the angst for you!

“Mr. Kim!”Yoosung turned to find the head of his department standing with a man he hadnever seen before. He stopped and waited for them to reach him.

“I wouldlike you to meet the newest member of our department. Mr. Choi. His resume is exceptional,and we were lucky to get him.”

“Nice tomeet you.” Yoosung smiled at the taller man, noting the intense stare he wasgiven with his amber eyes.

“Pleasure.Professor Han has told me so much about you.” Mr. Choi said.

“Which subjectwill you be teaching?” Yoosung asked.

“Physics.”Mr. Choi responded.

“That iswell above my head.” Yoosung laughed.

“I’m sure youcould grasp it. How about you?”

“Oh, our Mr.Kim is one of the students favorite Botany professors.” Professor Han said.

“Really?”Mr. Choi’s eyebrows went up, impressed.

“Notreally.” Yoosung blushed.

“You are toomodest. Actually, I was hoping you would show Mr. Choi around the University. Ibelieve he has a few hours free before joining Professor Joy.”

“Of course.I’d be happy to, I’m free the rest of the day.”

“Excellent!I will leave him in your capable hands!” Professor Han nodded to them both andleft.

“I’m Yoosungby the way.”

“Saeran.” Theman held out his hand and Yoosung shook it. Something about the way his ambereyes watched him made him feel strange, but not necessarily in a bad way. Itwas almost as if the man expected him to recognize him. Yoosung indeed feltsome sort of déjà vu, but let it go.

They spentthe next couple of hours walking around the campus. Yoosung showed Saeran wherethe Science professors dined and the lounge area. They were sitting on one ofthe sofa’s in that area when Saeran stood up.

“I shouldget going.”

“Right, youhave a lecture to attend.”

“Yes. I wantto thank you for taking the time to show me around. My brother and I just movedhere and we don’t know anyone. Not to mention we really don’t make friendseasily.” He smiled self-deprecatingly.

“Well youhave one now.” Yoosung offered.

“Thank youagain. I hope we can have more conversations. Botany is something I enjoyactually. We have a decent sized green house at our home that I think you might enjoyseeing.”

“Really?”

“It’s quitemagnificent if I do say so myself. Perhaps you would join us this Saturday? Itwould be a great excuse to have a home cooked meal. My brother and I tend toopt for delivery most nights.” Saeran ran a hand through his thick red curlsnervously but Yoosung’s amethyst eyes lit up at the invitation.

“I wouldlove to!”

“Wonderful.”Pulling out a notepad from his book-bag Saeran wrote out his address and phonenumber. “Shall we say 7 o’clock?”

“I will bethere!” Yoosung took the paper as Saeran turned and walked away. He didn’trecognize the address, but he would be taking a taxi anyway. He couldn’t wait.Saeran was odd, but he had felt extremely comfortable with him.

Saturday:

Saeranopened the door and stepped back to let Yoosung enter the green house behind thehouse he and Saeyoung had rented. It hadn’t taken long to put it together.After all, they had their magic at their disposal. He watched Yoosung verycarefully. So far it hadn’t seemed as if he recognized him or Saeyoung at all.Dinner had been pleasant, the twins had laced the conversation with tid bits totheir old lives, but Yoosung had not seemed to remember any of it. Yoosung hadonly seemed surprised and amused to find that Saeran and Saeyoung were twins.He asked many questions about what that was like growing up.

“This isincredible! Do you mind?” Yoosung asked before he dared to touch anything.

“Please.”Saeran motioned towards the lush greenery.

Yoosung eagerlycomplied. He ran his hand across leaves, smelled flowers, even dug into somedirt, letting it run through his fingers. Saeran and Saeyoung exchanged adisappointed look. It appeared they would have to do this the hard way. Theyhad hoped Yoosung would at least feel some familiarity for them. It had onlybeen a hope, the magic used to suppress Yoosung’s memory and magic were strong.Only Yoosung could begin to break down those walls.

Yoosung’sbrows furrowed as his fingers traced the veins in an almost crimson lookingleaf with yellow spots.

“I don’trecognize this plant.” He sounded confused. “Or this one.” He began to scan thearea and the twins knew he didn’t recognize any of the flora around him.

“That’sbecause they don’t come from this world. They come from ours.” Saeyoung said.

Yoosunglaughed at the perceived joke, but when he didn’t hear amusement from thetwins, he turned towards them. Two sets of amber eyes gazed at him in allseriousness.

“You’rejoking right?” Yoosung asked.

Saeransighed, exchanging another look with his twin. Saeyoung nodded imperceptively.It was time to tell Yoosung, he was not going to believe them, but they neededto begin to break down the mental wall they had implemented in Yoosung years before.

“I’m notsure how to begin this.” Saeran whispered more to himself than the others.Saeyoung lay a hand on his shoulder.

“What’sgoing on here? Are you trying to prank me? Is that what this is?” Yoosunggrinned.

“No,Yoosung, it’s the truth. Some of the flora in here is indeed from our world.”

“Your world?”

“Yes, thereare worlds other than this one. Hundreds, thousands, millions? Too many toreally know for sure.”

Yoosungappeared stunned, his large eyes blinking incomprehensibly. Saeran pressed on,taking a step towards him.

“It’s aworld in danger. It’s not…it…” Saeran couldn’t continue.

“It’s yourworld too Yoosung.” Saeyoung took over, giving his brother a small smile ofcomfort. Saeran looked away, eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears. Helonged to hold Yoosung. His body ached remembering what they had together.

“You’recrazy, both of you.” Yoosung said, taking a step back, further into the green house.

“I know itsounds that way but please listen. There has been something awakening in ourworld, and those who worship this new being. This group had been amassing powerwith a powerful man at its head. You were the one who was supposed to stopthem, but your power had yet to mature fully. This group, the Broodhame, foundout about you and bent their will to finding you and killing you.” Saeyoungsaid.

Yoosungshook his head and backed away.

“We had to protectyou! To keep you safe until you came into your full power. But we are runningout of time. We need you!”

“You…I don’tknow why you’re doing this, but it isn’t funny.” Yoosung spat.

“My love,please!” Saeran implored.

“Love?”Yoosung was even more stunned.

“We…we…Yoosung,you are my husband.”

“NO! That’senough! I don’t know what is going on here, but I have no idea what you’retalking about!” Yoosung’s face was flushed and he pushed past Saeran butSaeyoung stood in his way.

“Please justlisten, if at the end you still want to leave then you are free to go! Themental wall we placed in you will begin to break down, in fact, we are sure italready has. Broodhame is here. They know you are here and are looking for you!”Saeyoung pleaded.

“You’recrazy! Both of you! You can’t keep me here! Get out of my way!” Yoosung swunghis right arm at Saeyoung and a gust of wind shoved the man aside. Yoosung’s eyeswidened. “H…How…”

“You’remagic! It’s started! Our time is even more limited. I beg you Yoosung, pleaselisten. My love, the more the wall breaks down, the more magic you use, theeasier it will be for them to find you, and in this state, it will be all tooeasy for them to kill you.” Saeran reached out to Yoosung, but he swatted himaway. Saeyoung was picking himself up from the floor.

“Stay awayfrom me! Both of you!” Yoosung ran out the door and into the night.

Saeran madeto go after him but Saeyoung grabbed his arm.

“No, let himgo.”

“But…”

“He is safeenough for now. We’ll try again later.”

The twinswatched as the blonde head receded and disappeared. And with it, perhaps, their hopes.

#my posts #asks #Yooran #Yoosung #Saeran #Saeyoung #AU #magical Yoosung!#angst #hope you like it tumblrbaby!#mysme #mystic messenger #mysme fanfic #booyakasha516

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foxyotomelady · 5 years

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Another love, Chapter IV (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

Wow, that was a ride.

Be aware of: strong language, slightly angst, my poor grammar, ANGRY MC.

And again: THE DRAMA!

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[Y/N has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Oh, you're here, Y/N

You: Hello, Jumin...

Jumin Han: Did you sleep well?

You: Actually no... It was a bit difficult to sleep... eheheh ^^'

Jumin Han: hmm, same here.

Jumin Han: That's probably because of what happened yesterday

Jumin Han: I must apologize once again

You: That's... Um... You don't have to.

You: You were very polite. You asked me and I agreed so there is no need to apologize.

You: Are you heading to work?

Jumin Han: Yes, forgive me that I couldn’t say goodbye to you. I didn’t want to wake you up.

You: It's okay. Actually, it's good that you didn’t wake me up. I really fell asleep late.

Jumin Han: It's an interesting feeling to be a reason for your sleeping problems.

Jumin Han: I probably shouldn’t be happy about this fact.

Jumin Han: But I am.

Jumin Han:

Jumin Han: And don't worry, as I said earlier, you're also giving me sleepless nights :3

You: staph

You: I'm embarrassed >///<

Jumin Han: cute

Jumin Han: but you don't have to be

Jumin Han: You're a beautiful woman so it's only natural that you appear in men's dreams.

You: My god, Jumin Han!

You: What did I just say?

You: staaaph >////<

Jumin Han: I'd like to talk to you more, but I must be going now.

Jumin Han: Have a pleasant day Y/N.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

[Y/N has left the chat room]

You breathed in and pressed the phone to your chest. The memory of yesterday's kiss came back to you and you felt that you're getting hot. Jumin was not the only one who let himself be carried away by the moment. But now that you were sitting in silence in this huge bedroom and you only heard purring Elizabeth curled up next to you… Other memories have begun to come back to you. Your head was aching. You didn't want these memories, but the rush of thoughts wouldn't stop. You still remembered Yuwoon's smile, his warm voice, his touch... Despite all that he did, and even though he revealed his true face to you... You still remembered how happy you were together. Such memories did not go away easily. Such feelings were not easy to forget about. You wanted to forget, you wanted to stop feeling this terrible pain. Pain after betrayal, pain after being deceived and manipulated. Was that how Jumin felt the whole time? You understood more and more why he wanted to keep you by his side. Two of his best friends turned out to be liars, and then he lost one of them in such a brutal way. No... He must have felt much worse than you.

You calmed your thoughts in the shower, you ate the breakfast that the chef prepared for you, and then you decided to leave. The bodyguard did not stop you - Jumin, therefore, fulfilled his promise, he tried to trust you. You took your laptop with you and left the building. You wanted to visit a well-known cafe where you were able to pay for snacks and drinks. You decided to study a little, sipping coffee and eating sweets. It's been several hours.

"Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice and looked up from the keyboard. You blinked in surprise.

"Zen? What are you doing here?" The white-haired man laughed nervously and went to your table, "May I join you, baby?" You nodded and Zen took the place in front of you. "If I say I'm here by accident, will you believe me?"

You raised your eyebrow meaningly.

"I thought so," Zen sighed, and then he winked at you. "I am here because I was worried about you."

"As you can see, I'm fine, have you been here for a long time in a hope that you will meet me accidentally?"

"Hmm..." Zen folded his hands under his chin, smiled flirtatiously at you. "Maybe I happened to be here day by day since you are at this jerk’s place."

You shut your laptop and you gave Zen a look that was colder than you intended, "Stop calling him that, he's really doing a lot for me, and you have no idea how many things he has to face."

Zen was taken aback, "This guy was born with a silver spoon, he has everything he wants, and it looks like he already got you in his hands too."

"I'm not a thing, Zen," You frowned.

"Not what I meant!" Zen raised his hands and shook his head. "Just... After V died... Jumin was not in good condition, and now suddenly..." He scratched his head. "He suddenly became so happy that it gives me goosebumps, I'm worried about this sudden change."

You crossed your arms and pierced Zen with your stare, "Your point?"

Zen began to look very embarrassed, "Something is happening between you two, am I right? It's not my business... But lately, Jumin seems to be a little... No, he always seemed unstable."

You took the laptop and got up from your place. You looked at Zen from above and took a breath to calm your anger, "You're right, Zen, it's NOT YOUR BUSINESS, I understand you are worried, I understand that you are all worried, but for fuck’s sake, stop acting like our babysitters!"

When you passed him, Zen jumped up, knocking over the chair.

"Wait, wait!" He called after you. You swallowed and somehow you overcame your fury. You turned to him, "I didn’t mean to make you angry "

"I know, Zen."

"So... How about a little hug?"

You rolled your eyes, "Fine."

Zen spread his arms, came to you and then put his arms around you, "Aww, aren't you cute?"

You were pressing the laptop to your belly, not able to return the embrace, "Okay, that's enough, Zen." You couldn't help but laugh.

When Zen pulled away from you, he winked again, "You look cute when you're angry."

You rolled your eyes again. Then you said goodbye to each other and you returned to Jumin's apartment in a slightly better mood. Jumin should be back from work soon. You wanted to spend time with him, just like that. You wanted to talk with him while drinking wine, Elizabeth on your lap and his smile in front of you.

To overtake the boredom and not let the unwanted memories to come back again, you logged in to the messenger. You've unfortunately found an amused Seven there. Because of what he wrote, you concluded that he had to read your morning conversation with Jumin. 707: lololololol

707: What is happening with our Mr. Director?

707: when he became so smooth?

707: lolololol [Saeran has entered the chat room] 707: oh, brother, you're here!

Saeran: he's like that only to this girl

Saeran: so it's obvious what is happening

707: you mean Y/N?

707: what did you do to him yesterday night Y/N??

707:

You: I did nothing

You: and it's not really your business -_-

707: ooooh >_<

707: something has happened

707: I'm sure lololol

707: I want to know the details

707:

Saeran: gross

You: I agree

You: You're gross Seven

707:

707: how could you brother?!

707: you should be on my side!

You: btw, it's nice to see you here, Saeran ^^

You: You rarely log in

Saeran: It's because you're all gross

You: .... -_-' and why is that?

Saeran: they're all wagging their tails in front of you

Saeran: like a bunch of dogs

707: Saeran

You: what's that supposed to mean?

Saeran: what? Are you dense or something?

707: brother

You: what do you mean dense? If you have a problem with me at least be more specific

You: or is it too much for your small brain?

Saeran: Ha!

707: brother what did I tell you

Saeran: ok I'll be more specific if you wish

707: about making Y/N angry?

Saeran: it's so freaking obvious that all of these guys

707: stop

707: she's gonna eat you alive!

Saeran: are so into you

Saeran: you're stupid for not seeing this

You: You're delusional you little bitch

Saeran: oh and what was that "Saeran it's nice to see you here ^^"?

Saeran: you want me to be your dog too?

You: you wish!

You: I'm way out of your league.

You: You're not even worthy of being my dog

You: You're not even worthy of being my PIG

You: no actually

You: If I ever had a pig, I would call it Saeran

Saeran: I don't want anything to do with you

Saeran: At this point, you already have your own harem

707: WAIT!

707: Am I the part of this harem?

707:

You: I don't have a harem

You: It's a kindergarten full of children

You: and Saeran, you're that one kid who always pretend to be sooo bold

You: but in reality, he's crying in the corner

You: desperately calling for his brother

You: "Brother where are you?! I'm scared!"

You: "Nobody likes me! I'm trying to be mean to everyone so that no one can hurt me first!"

707: Umm... Y/N.... That's a little harsh...

Saeran: .....

You: but wait, you're actually nice to Jaehee

You: maybe you're into her HMMMM?

707:

707: wait

707: that is

707: actually

707: a good point!

Saeran: I'm leaving, bye. [Saeran has left the chat room] 707: WOW

707: You're scary when you're angry, Y/N

707:

You: I was not even that angry

You: just teaching him some manners

707: don't be such a meanie to my brother T-T

You: I won't be if he stops being a dick

707: lolololol

707: I warned him

707: but he never listens

707: BUT ACTUALLY

You: don't

707: I kinda agree with him

707: I don't know about Yoosung

707: but Zen is sooooo into you

707: as much as our Mr. CEO

You: it's such an absurd

You: Zen is not into me

You: he's flirtatious toward everybody

707: and what about Juju?

You: mind your own business

You: seriously Choi twins you’re more alike than I thought

707: you're not denying~ [Y/N has left the chat room]

Jumin’s POV

He was remembering the kiss over and over again. Her lips were so soft and sweet, her body so warm. He wanted to possess her completely... But it was too soon. Way too soon. It would frustrate him if it were not for the fact that the thought of her waiting for him at home smoothed the whole anxiety anchored in him. This girl... She awakened and brightened his darkest desires at the same time.

When he came into the apartment, she greeted him with a smile that he returned. They ate together and talked, she asked him about his day, about whether he is tired after work. Her warmth and care overwhelmed him. He wanted to enjoy it until the end of the day, he wanted to fall asleep with these feelings, calm that he finally has someone just for himself. Unfortunately, it was not given to him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. They were both surprised - who could worry them at this hour?

Of course, the bodyguard appeared first, "Mr. Han, a man named Yuwoon insists on letting him in. He says he knows Ms. Y/N."

Jumin immediately felt a surge of icy anger. He wanted to instruct the bodyguard to immediately escort this idiot out of the building, but suddenly Y/N spoke:

"I want to face him," She stated, her face tense. "I want to talk to him."

Jumin's hand twitched, his fingers clenched into a fist, "For what purpose?"

"If I don't talk to him and don't deal with him for good, he will never give me peace," She explained, looking him straight in the eye. She was fierce, confident.

Jumin inhaled deeply into his lungs. He closed his eyes and pressed his fist to his forehead. Then he nodded reluctantly, "Yoon, let him in and get out of here. Leave us alone."

Yoon did not look convinced, "Sir, are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right outside the door."

As soon as Yuwoon came in, Jumin understood at once that everything would end badly. The idiot's face had a suspicious smile.

"What do you want, Yuwoon?" Y/N asked coldly.

Yuwoon looked around the apartment, greed flashed in his eyes, "I see you've done well, honey."

"What do you want?" She repeated.

"You see, you must have forgotten that we share a flat and someone has to pay the rent."

"I don’t live with you anymore, Yuwoon, you have to deal with it alone."

"I don't think so. You found yourself a rich boy, I'm sure he could give me enough money to pay a rent for a few years forward. And if he does, then I promise to leave you in peace."

Jumin swallowed loudly, it was hard for him to breathe, but he did not interfere. Not yet…

"Who am I to you?" Y/N asked angrily. "The thing you want to sell?"

Yuwoon looked at her with a hideous smile, "You're just a hole whom I used to fuck."

Her face went pale, her eyes wide, her confidence flew away, "No... That can't be true... We were..."

"What? In love? I just used you. You're so stupid."

"That's enough," Jumin said icily.

"Now he's fucking you, so why are you sad? Do not pretend! You quickly filled this hole of yours with another dick!"

Y/N suddenly jumped to Yuwoon and pushed him so hard that he stumbled on his feet, "How dare you come here, whine about money and acting like you're jealous after you cheated on me! Who are you?! With whom I was for these few months?! "

"And how dare you raise a hand on me?!" Yuwoon rushed suddenly at her, he was about to hit her.

Jumin, however, overtook him. He grabbed the man by his wrist and squeezed so hard that Yuwoon groaned in pain, "You don't want to know what unpleasant fate may face you if you continue this. If I ever see you near her again, you'll regret it really badly. I have good lawyers, so I'm sure I won't have to worry about the consequences." "You're insane, you-Arrgh!"

Jumin squeezed his arm even harder, then grabbed him by the shoulder and led him violently towards the door. After opening them, he pushed the idiot outside in such a manner that he fell on the ground.

"Take this man out of here, and tell others that he’s not allowed to approach my building ever again," He ordered the bodyguard.

"Yes, sir!" Yoon quickly dealt with the situation. He twisted Yuwoon's hands behind his back and, despite his protests, took him out of Jumin's sight.

Jumin felt himself shaking with anger and rage. He shut the door with a loud bang and turned to face Y/N, "I shouldn't allow it," He hissed furiously. "I shouldn't let him in here! Why did you want him here so much?"

He approached her and she stepped back to the point her back hit the wall. He leaned his trembling hand against it above her head, "Why you insisted on letting him in?! He doesn’t deserve to look at you! He could hurt you!" His other hand went to her cheek and cupped it.

Suddenly, she grabbed him by his shirt and drew him to herself. Their lips met violently. His lungs burned for lack of breathing, but he immediately responded. He clung to her, put his hands on her waist. Her fingers were digging into his arms, she moaned in such a voice, that he completely lost his control. He slipped his knee between her thighs, and she arched her back, whimpering his name straight into his mouth. His hands began to wander over her body, move around every roundness, examine every piece of her exposed skin. Her shaking hands grabbed his tie, drew him even closer, deepened the kiss. Jumin growled and took her face in his hands again. Then he felt... tears on her cheeks. He froze, his heart ached painfully.

"J-Jumin ..?" Y/N murmured in a weak voice, her lips brushing against his own.

"You... Why are you crying...?" He panted and withdrawn his head.

"I... I don't know..." Even more tears flowed down her face, her lips trembling. "I just..." She released his tie and clenched her hands on his shirt.

"It hurts, Jumin... I believed him, all these months, I trusted him... I had feelings for him... How could I ever love him…? How could I be so blind...?” She rested her head on his chest. "This is the worst... The fact that I still remember how he was when I fell in love with him... I still remember his other side, the good one... And it's so hard to forget how he used to be back then."

Her words hammered into his heart like daggers. However, he closed his eyes and hugged her tightly. She still... she still loved that idiot in a way. Such feelings don’t disappear at once, not after a few days.

"So you wanted me to make you forget about him...?" He whispered into her hair.

"I'm sorry... I don't want it to look like that, I'll understand if you want me to leave."

"Do not say such things," He sighed deeply. "I know how difficult it is, I was blind too... And because of my blindness, V is dead…"

"It's not your fault," Y/N calmed down, looked at his face. "Please, Jumin, do not blame yourself for that."

Jumin stroked her cheeks and wiped her tears in silence. They slowly moved away from each other, and Y/N looked around, "Where is Elizabeth? She must have been scared."

She was not in the main room. She was not in the bedroom. She was not in the kitchen. They even searched in the bathroom, they were calling her by her name, checked under, above and behind the furniture, searched every corner.

She was nowhere to be found.

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silver-greedling · 5 years

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You Lied

Ray (Choi Saeran) x Reader (angsty angst oof angsty heart hurt)

A gentle knock on my door shook me from my thoughts, but I didn't dare speak. I didn't know what to believe, anymore. Ever since V showed up, everything that I thought I knew was shattered. I wouldn't have been surprised if I had imagined the sound.

"Hello," came that familiar voice, and I almost shuddered. I pulled my legs up from the bed and buried my face in my knees, hoping he'd take the hint.

"I'm sorry about before," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Everything was perfect, but he had to come and ruin it. It'll be some time before the next batch of the elixir gets made."

"Are you sorry for lying to me?" I managed, peaking up from my little hiding spot. "Are you sorry for convincing me that those weren't real people? Are you sorry for using me to get whatever information you need out of them?"

The room went silent when I stopped, and I dropped my head back to my knees. He couldn't answer me. Of course, I knew he probably wasn't sorry. After all, everything he'd said to me had been one lie after the next.

"Was everything a lie?" I asked him. "Was there...ever a game? Did you bring me here just to use me like that?"

"At the start, yes," he finally talked, "but...I want you to stay. I know, it's hard to trust me right now, but, if you just believe in me, I swear that me and my savior will help y-"

"I don't need you to save me!" When I looked up, I saw him looking extremely shocked at my outburst. "I need someone to save me from you! You locked me up, you tried to drug me!"

"But it's for a good reason!" he argued, standing up and facing me completely. When he tried to reach for my hand, I moved further away, to the other side of the bed. He looked miserable. "You have to believe me."

"How can I believe anything after that?"

His lips trembled. "Because, I...I really like you. I know, I've been lying to you, but, if you will just trust me, now, I won't ever tell you another lie."

"I don't even know if I can believe that," I whispered, tears falling from my eyes. "If you truly cared about me, why would you lie to me?" My hands curled around the sleeves of my shirt as I wiped my eyes, but the tears continued, making my effort useless. "You know...maybe, if you hadn't lied to me, I could've told you I was feeling the same way...but I don't know, anymore. It's hard to be anything other than angry when someone betrays you."

"And you were trying to make me betray them," I continued. "You lied to me so that you could make me get whatever information you wanted out of them. You used me. You used me so I would lie to them and hurt them, too." My hands started to shake a little. "God, if V hadn't shown up like that, I might have actually done it, thinking there wouldn't be any consequences." I shook my head.

"I'll make it up to you," he told me, eyes suddenly shining with hope. "I can take you to paradise, if you'll-"

"I don't want your paradise," I cried. "I..." Before I knew what was happening, my quiet crying turned into a sob. "I wanna go home." I dropped my face back into my knees, crossing my arms over my legs and letting my emotions control me. "I don't want to be here, anymore."

When Ray approached me, I no longer had the strength to move. He walked around the bed, slowly, gently coming over to my side, but never touching me.

"Will you ever forgive me?" he asked softly. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

I sniffed, trying to gain control of myself. After a few more moments, I managed to bring my crying back to a lower level. "Maybe, if you get me out of here and get me home, I could forgive you," I sniffed, wiping my eyes with more success than before. My crying was slowly coming to a stop.

"If I did that, my savior would-"

"I don't give a damn about your savior." I stretched my legs back to how they had been before, staring at my hands in my lap. "If you really care about this so much, then fine. Keep me here. Imprison me, and drug me. Do whatever the Hell you want."

I turned my head to glance at him, meeting his eyes dead on. "But, if you really did care about me, you'd consider my wishes."

He tried to argue with me. Tried to convince me how wonderful his savoir was. It was all pointless. Once I had gotten that final sentence out, I refused to respond to anything else he said.

After long enough, he seemed to understand that I wouldn't talk unless it was about getting me out. I watched him walk out of the room dejectedly, shutting the door behind himself softly.

That night, I didn't sleep well at all. It took what felt like hours to even fall asleep, but my dreams were restless, and they all had a common theme. I was isolated, stranded, and virtually all alone. In my dreams, no one came to save me.

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years

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His lungs feel heavy and his head feels like it’s been put through a wringer over and over again until it’s nothing but mush that cannot be used. This is what the first portion of his evening feels like when he has not taken the elixir and this is what he feels he deserves.

He doesn’t need it as often as he did in the past but he needs it every few days or he will start to lose himself to the bleak void and more of his demon will shine through the cracks.

Ray is scared of that.

He’s the last shred of light and hope in this body and he barely can contain what faith he has left in the world. He’s been hurt far too many times to know a life without pain but yet, as much as he hurts and as much as he wants to curl up and perish, he cannot will himself to go when he remembers that you exist and you would not want that for him.

All he knows is suffering but if he must suffer to see your face, he accepts this fate over and over again. Just to feel your hand against his own and just to be gifted with the sight of your smiling face is all he needs to make it to the next day. It’s okay.

He’s survived through worse and he will somehow survive through more. He is but a bug that cannot be killed, the voice whispers tauntingly in the back of his head. He’s scared that the longer that he feels this more the less of himself that he will become and less he will be able to exist at the front.

If he isn’t here...

He fears that you may become scared of him. Oh, he’s thought a few indecent things about you but he’d never do those things, not when he knew you liked him and wanted to do such things with him. But, he knows that Saeran will be less than kind—

After all, in Saeran’s opinion, Ray was suffering because of you, because you had come to this place and made him fall for you. You kept leading Ray away from paradise and making him go against the grain over and over again, and that would catch up with them...

And who would have to pick up the pieces?

Me, hisses the voice again. I’ll have to take care of everything because of that stupid pathetic toy of yours—

The elixir, Ray remembers as he staggers to his feet to go and find the bottles that had been set aside for this very act. He found it and forced it down his gullet with a quickened pace. His heart accelerated and no matter how much he tried to drown out Saeran’s warnings—

Ray knew that he couldn’t hold him back forever.

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otomebois-bb · 5 years

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Sunflower🌻

(Saeran Choi & MC)

Quick note: originally, I wrote this with the song Sunflower (by Post Malone) in mind, but then I looked up the meaning of sunflowers and decided to go with that instead. I put the meaning of the flower in bold. It starts off as angst, and ends as fluff. Enjoy!

*Spoilers: slight spoiler(s) about Ray's route in the very beginning*

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"You're useless."

"You can easily be replaced."

"You're just a toy."

"Once you leave this place, I'll be much happier."

His cruel words circulated through my mind like poisonous venom seeping into my veins, slowly eating away at my sanity. I stood by the window, longingly staring at the full moon and wishing that my confidence still shined as bright as it did — yet, the longer I was here, the longer I endured nasty words being thrown at me, the more I wilted, like a flower deprived of sunlight and water.

My stomach grumbled hungrily, and I sighed, turning my gaze to the door of my room. When Ray disappeared, Saeran refused to let anyone but himself enter, refused to let me leave the room, even refused to feed me — however, recently, V had been risking his very life to secretly leave food by my door; a gesture I greatly appreciated even though it put him in harm's way. He didn't do so often since it was too dangerous, but when he did, he tried to leave me a generous amount to last me until the next time he brought food. Sadly though, Saeran of course found out (though he didn't seem to know it was V's doing), and increased the amount of watchful eyes around my room to ensure it didn't happen again. Though his method was successful, I tried to be hopeful V would come back — but that hope was another thing in me that was slowly deteriorating.

My eyes welled up, and I glanced back out the window, trying to focus on the moon's beauty rather than the ugliness of my thoughts. It worked, at first...

However, the quiet sound of the door opening didn't fail to catch my attention since my senses were on hyper alert. My eyes, widening, immediately shifted in its direction, but upon realising it wasn't Saeran, I calmed down; only slightly though, because the hooded figure that entered, shutting the door behind them, wasn't someone I recognised.

I sighed. "Do you need something?"

The person spoke harshly, with a deep male's voice: "Not from you." He slowly stepped closer to me.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Then why are you here? I thought no one but Saeran was allowed to come in..."

He stopped about a foot away from me, more or less. That's when I noticed he was holding something behind his back, and my confusion only grew more. "I'm aware that I'm not supposed to be here. However, you've become a distraction to Mr. Saeran, and everyone — except me — seems too afraid of him to do anything about it, so..." He lifted his arm, and I heard a soft click; he'd been hiding a gun, and just cocked it, ready to pull the trigger with the weapon aimed at my forehead. I could see the psychotic grin on his face in the moonlight as he announced, "I've come to get rid of you myself. If I kill you, perhaps that boy will finally show the Saviour some good results of the tasks he's been given. Any last words?"

For a moment, I merely stared at the gun, debating if it was even worth fighting him to live. My shoulders sank as I decided it wasn't — Saeran wasn't Ray; he didn't care about my health or happiness the way Ray had, so what was the point? This Believer was probably right — with me out of the way, it seemed likely Saeran would make more progress since I wouldn't be around for him to complain about. He didn't like anything about me; hell, he despised my very existence. Why would he care whether I lived or died?

Finally, I sighed, and simply whispered, "Do it."

His smirk stretched wider, and I shut my eyes while he replied with an excitement in his voice, "Gladly."

Before he could pull the trigger, though, someone loudly banged on the door. Startled by the sound, my eyes snapped open — in time to notice the man in front of me jump in surprise, his arm lowering to my stomach...

And a gunshot sounded.

Suddenly, everything was moving in a blurry slow motion. The door slammed open, revealing a figure that vaguely resembled Saeran. Seeming to panic in his presence, the Believer jumped out of the window behind me, the sound of glass shattering and the gun hitting the floor ringing in my ears. I reached down with both hands to clutch my stomach, and when I brought them into my view, the sight of the dark redness painting them caused the pain to finally register, and my legs, no longer able to support my weight due to the overwhelming faintness I felt, gave out beneath me. My head hit the soft carpet, my eyes staring blankly ahead, my breaths being taken in sharply and rapidly. A moment later, I barely felt my body being moved, and the blurry features of Saeran's face entered my eyesight. He seemed to be shouting my name, and I could make out enough of his face to notice the concerned and desperate expression he wore, and it seemed like he might've been crying as well.

The last thing I could remember before going unconscious was the light feeling of being picked up and carried somewhere at a brisk pace — and a single question repeating in my thoughts:

Why?

~~~~

A grandfather clock ticked painfully loud, and grew louder as the image of it became clearer and closer in front of my eyes. Everything around me was shrouded in darkness, including my own body — everything except that damned clock. The hour hand drew closer to the twelve as the ticking continued, seeming to move slowly yet alarmingly quick at the same time.

Finally, the hour hand reached the twelve, and a jarring chime blared out. At the sound, my eyes shot open, and I instinctively tried to sit up, only to cry out in pain and fall back onto the mattress I'd been resting on. The pain flared throughout my body, stemming from my stomach, and it was then I realised my surroundings were completely unfamiliar: the walls were made out of wood... a cabin house?

The only things I could feel was the pain and confusion.

What happened? Where am I?

I was instantly reminded when Saeran rushed to my side, looking different from how I've ever seen him before; his hair much messier than it was the last time I saw him, the bags under his mint green eyes darker, and his clothes were both different and disheveled — black pants and a plain white button-up. "Are you okay?!" he asked, both frantic and rushed.

Oh, right...

The Believer. The gun, originally aimed at my head. Saeran's loud, angry knocking. How his knocking had caused the Believer's aim to shift from the shock, and... the gunshot. Saeran's sudden, surprising concern.

Analysing the little details on Saeran's face, such as his darkened bags and slightly red, puffy eyes... showed that his concern was so genuine, he'd actually been crying and losing sleep (more so than before) because of it.

Again the question presented itself: Why?

Realising I was staring while he was awaiting an answer from me, I hesitantly replied, "I-I'm okay." His face scrunched up, not seeming to buy my response and possibly expecting a better reply, so I elaborated, "I mean, my stomach really hurts, and I'm kinda confused, but otherwise I'm okay."

Saeran only became more puzzled, it seemed, at my words. "Confused? Oh. Right. You probably noticed that this isn't the Magenta building. I didn't think it would be smart to keep you there after what happened; so I brought you here to tend to your wound, and watch over you." He averted his eyes, continuing, "I managed to dig the bullet shell out and stitched up the wound the best I could before bandaging it. You've been unconscious for a little over two days though, and I was starting to worry..." His voice trailed off, and he turned his gaze back to me, a mixture of emotions flashing through his face as he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Uh, I mean, I was wondering about that, too, but that wasn't exactly what I meant..." I glanced down at my lap, awkwardly scratching an itchy spot on my cheek.

"What are you talking about?"

I inhaled, shut my eyes, and explained, "Well, you know, ever since your uh, Ray persona left, you've been a bit... rude. So I guess I don't understand why, after that, you'd care about me."

I expected an outburst from the white-haired man; whether it was as small as yelling at me, or as big as using violence against me.

But instead, Saeran was dead silent. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw why — his mint green orbs were wide with shock. However, soon after he noticed my staring, he seemed to pick up on my hidden fear of him, and his expression immediately shifted to one that I recognised all too well — regret. To my surprise, his eyes quickly watered, spilling over his cheeks at an alarming rate, and he placed his head down, hiding his face with his arms as heart-wrenching sobs overtook him.

"S-Saeran?" I called softly, my hand instinctively reaching out to smoothen his hair, but I stopped myself before it touched him. My hand hovered over his head in hesitation. Would touching him worsen or better the situation? I wasn't sure.

I decided to risk it though, allowing my hand to gently drop. As my fingers combed through his soft, messy locks, I couldn't really tell if I was calming him down or making him cry more. Eventually, he lifted his head slowly, his tearful eyes refusing to look at me, and my heart ached. My hand naturally slid down to cup his cheek, my thumb lightly brushing away his tears. He hesitated before his own hand reached up to press mine closer to his face.

"Saeran–"

"Don't," he snapped, but his tone wasn't intimidating nor rude. He sounded... more broken, than anything else. He sighed, and, seeming to put thought into his words rather than spitting them out, he muttered, "I've been thinking a lot since... that incident. I don't think I ever truly meant what I said to you. I think... it was more of a defense mechanism." He glanced over for a second to take in my confused expression, then continued, "I'm not sure if I told you this myself — you might've heard it from V — but when we were younger, Saeyoung, who you know as seven-zero-seven, mysteriously and randomly vanished from my side without a word. He was — is — my other half; my twin brother. I never knew why he left. My Saviour — err, Rika, told me that he'd abandoned me. She drugged and brainwashed me into believing that the brother I looked up to and loved so much... actually just abandoned me. She told me it was because I was weak, and worthless to him... and I believed her.

"I believed her when she told me V was the bad person. I believed her when she said she'd make me strong if I followed her. Every word she said, I believed..." I was beginning to feel sad myself, and Saeran noticed. He hesitantly held my face in his hands, so gently, it seemed he was afraid I'd shatter into pieces like glass. "I think... I treated you poorly because I was scared you'd do the same: leave without saying anything. I tried, so hard, to convince myself that I was being mean to you because you truly meant nothing to me; but that wasn't true. There was no way that could ever be true. I only did it out of fear; I was so afraid that if I continued to treasure you, you'd turn your back on me. And I desperately wanted to avoid that. But I realise now that what I did was wrong. And I regret it." He sighed. "I don't expect you to ever forgive me. My actions were very unforgivable. But I'm eternally sorry for everything. I'd like to prove myself to you that I can — no, that I will be better, if only you'd give me the chance to..."

At the end, his voice trailed off as he started to cry again, his tears coming more slowly this time. With a few tears in my own eyes, I whispered, "Saeran... of course I forgive you."

"Why?" he asked immediately; but it sounded more like a statement than a question.

Again he was avoiding my eyes, so I softly requested, "Saeran, please look at me." Hesitantly, he did, and I smiled sadly. "I forgive you because you didn't know how to properly handle your emotions. I don't think that's your fault at all — if anything, Rika's the one to blame. From what you and V have told me, it seems like she forced you to follow her every word, to stay by her side and blindly trust her like a lost puppy. You never had anyone to show you how to deal with various emotions in a healthy way — and your past only amplified that. So yes, I forgive you, and of course I'll give you a chance to be better, because I know you won't ever disappoint me. You have so much potential, Saeran, and I know you'll live up to it."

Saeran's jaw was slightly hanging, yet there was such an adoration in his eyes, I couldn't help but giggle at his oddly cute expression. Seeming to recollect himself at the sound, he shut his mouth and swiftly reached over, pulling me into his arms. The quick motion caused me to wince in pain, and he immediately let go. "Sorry..."

I merely laughed again. "It's okay." I opened my arms to him, and he didn't hesitate to embrace me, this time gently. I rested my chin on top of his head, his soft hair tickling my neck, and I let one hand lay securely on his back, holding him to me, while the other played with his hair and smoothened it.

For a silent, comfortable moment, we simply enjoyed each other's warmth. Then, he pulled away slightly, staring into my eyes with such a deep intensity, I blushed — and he only made that blush worse by stating with absolute certainty, "I love you."

My first instinct was to say it back, but when I couldn't find my voice, I resorted to gripping the collar of his shirt and tugging him close enough so I could kiss him. He seemed shocked at first, like he had been the very first time I'd ever kissed him — however, this time he wasn't flustered to the point of running away. In fact, he let a small smile creep onto his lips, and gently slid a hand into my hair (which was no doubt messy and tangled) as he returned my kiss. He broke it shortly after, a look in his eyes hinting he'd kiss me more if it weren't for my current situation; his smile cute and innocent. "Rest up. I'll bring you some soup if you're hungry."

"Please do." He nodded, and stood to exit. Before he walked out, I called to him, "I love you, Saeran."

Saeran turned his head with the most endearing smile on his face. "I love you too, princess~."

~~~~

A couple months later.

With Saeran's help, my wound healed rather quickly. When I was well enough, he gave me back my phone. Upon opening the RFA app, I went through a number of the chatrooms I'd missed, noticing that everyone was worried not only for me but for Saeran as well — which, to my surprise, was because V came clean about Mint Eye and Saeran, and even mentioning Rika (probably because he realised there was no way around it); saying he was only bringing it all to their attention after hearing the gunshot and seeing Saeran run out of the building, carrying me (unconscious at that point) in his arms with blood on my hands and seeping through the dark material of the black dress I was wearing. Saeyoung was the most shocked about Saeran, while Yoosung was most shocked about Rika.

After reading though everything, I entered the chatroom since everyone was present and worrying like crazy — which only increased at my sudden reappearance. I told them I was okay, my wound was healing, and (before Saeyoung even asked) Saeran was also okay and watching over me.

I kept updating them as I healed, and, once I'd almost made a full recovery, managed to convince Saeran to meet up with the RFA (V included) and reunite with his brother — which was surprisingly easier than I'd thought. With his approval, I'd sent Saeyoung our current coordinates, allowing him to grab us and be the first one to see both myself and Saeran.

The twins had a touching reunion when he finally arrived at the scene. Lots of tears were shed from all three of us, and it was difficult to determine who cried the most. Saeyoung first hugged Saeran, telling him how happy he was to see him again, alive and well — and then he embraced me, careful of my still healing wound, repeatedly thanking me for helping his brother escape Rika's toxic clutches, which allowed them to meet again.

Soon after, Saeran joined the RFA, Rika was caught and Mint Eye was shut down, and I had fully recovered from the gunshot wound.

It was June eleventh — the twins' birthday. Saeyoung suggested the RFA celebrate it by having a picnic in a field of flowers since he'd come to discover Saeran's love and knowledge of flowers. I decided to wear something simple yet beautiful — a plain white sun dress with a bit of lace and a nice twirl when I spun. Saeyoung wore a black button-up shirt and jeans, and Saeran wore the same, but with a white shirt instead. The moment Saeran saw me and took in my appearance, a small blush and a warm smile appeared in his face.

Saeyoung had asked Jumin to find the "finest field of flowers you have!" (his words, not mine) to make Saeran happy, and Jumin certainly came through. When we arrived, Saeran and I shared a look of awe, which V noticed and gave us a slight smile — the field was as breathtaking (if not more so) as the garden Saeran had tended to at Mint Eye.

Saeran's eyes instantly lit up at the sight of all the flowers, and, after taking it all in, he took my hand and ran towards it, with me giggling as he pulled me along. Thankfully I'd chosen simple Greek-style flats — they were gold and had straps that snaked up my legs, those and the lack of a heel preventing the shoes from slipping off my feet.

Eventually, he stopped to pick some flowers — two tall sunflowers. He turned, not dropping my hand, and held them out to me with an adoring smile. Taking them with a warm smile on my face, I asked, "Saeran, what's the meaning behind sunflowers?"

His smile grew, and I could tell from the twinkle in his eyes that he was eager to answer my question. "The sunflower... means adoration, loyalty, and longevity. They also represent the sun, if that wasn't obvious from the name. They're known for being happy flowers, too. So I wanted to give you these for a while... because I adore you, and I long for you, and I'm going to be loyal to you, and most of all I want you to be happy."

I beamed. "That's beautiful. I'm happy thanks to you, Saeran." I paused to stare at the flowers in my hand, then offered one back to him. "I should give you one too. I feel the same about you."

"Oh, no, it's okay, you don't–"

"But I want to," I interrupted, "because you deserve it. I love you, Saeran. Happy birthday."

Saeran's face was absolutely stricken with love, from his wide smile, to his glimmering eyes. He leaned down to kiss me, and stated, after breaking the kiss, "I love you more, princess. Thank you... thank you for everything."

~~~~ END. ~~~~

#saeran choi #mysme saeran #mm saeran #mystic messenger #fanfic

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unleashthebeast606 · 6 years

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I Will Never Let You Go Again...

Hello!! Thank you for the request Anon! If you like this, and wanna see more, you know what to do!! (Masterlist) (Requests). Bitta angst, so I’m gonna put it below the cut! Contains themes such as kidnapping, so if that upsets you, I would advise that you don’t read it!

ALSO I know I posted about this already, but Halloween is coming up again and last year I did ~something special~ and I would like to do something again this year!!!! So send me in some requests about that!

Enjoy!!!!

You walked down the quiet street, away from the cafe you and Jaehee were just at. She got called into work, so you two had to cut your quality time short. As much as you loved your fiance and his brother, living with two boys was tough, so girl time with Jaehee was essential. You were walking to the bus station. The next bus wasn't for another forty minutes, so you had plenty of time to get there. You glanced at the shop windows as you passed them, planning outfits together in your head.

As you strolled along the sidewalk, a deep voice called out to you. "Excuse me, m'am? Do you know where the C&R building is from here?" Asked the stranger, as he jogged to catch up with you. He had dark hair, slicked back. He was well dressed and carried a suitcase. You turned to face him, nodding your head. "Yeah! Just take a left tur-" Before you could even finish your sentence, the stranger grabbed you by your hair, using his other head to cover your mouth. His hand tasted like stale cigarettes. Your first instinct was to grab the taser Saeyoung had made you from your back pocket. You pressed the button, but before you knew it, it was already knocked from your hands. The man hit you on the head, and everything began to go blurry.

Saeyoung was at home, working on a new device. Saeran was sitting on his bed, chatting in the RFA chatroom. "Hey Saeran, check this out!" Smiled Saeyoung, as he revealed his newest robot. It was shaped like a beaver, and was trained to open cans and bottles with it's "teeth". Saeyoung was about to grab a glass bottle from his mini fridge underneath his desk to demonstrate, when an alarm began to sound from his computer. An alert had popped up, and in big, red letters that said: "TASER ACTIVATED! LOCATION SENT TO PHONE." Saeyoung's heart stopped, but he didn't even hesitate. He stood up and grabbed his keys. "Where are you going?!" His twin quizzed. "Come with me, MC is in trouble." He shouted. Saeran didn't ask anything else and just followed his brother, brows furrowed at the thought of you being in danger.

You slowly started to come to again, unaware of where you were. You looked around, you were in an old looking house. It had tattered curtains and cracks in the walls, along with a smell of mould. You tried to move, but your arms were handcuffed behind your back, and your ankles were tied to the front legs of a wooden chair.

You began to squirm in the chair, until a familar looking face entered the room. Saejoong Choi, the Prime Minister of the country. The "father" of your fiance, the exact man who abandoned the two most important people in your life.

Saeyoung sped down the road, clenching his teeth. Anger and worry consuming him. Saeran had been trying to contact you, but got no response, so he began to hack into your phone. As Saeyoung turned the corner to your last known location, his heart grew even heavier when you were not in sight. He had hoped to see a triumphant MC, standing over an attacked, taser in hand, but you were no where to be seen. Saeyoung swiftly pulled over, practically jumping out of the car, Saeran not long after him. The abandoned taser on the pavement was like a knife into the gut.

You snarled in the direction of the Prime Minister, you had so much hatred for this man, without having even met him before now.

"Is that any way to greet your Father In-Law?" He said, with an evil smirk on his face. "I'm hurt that I haven't recieved an invite to the wedding." You don't respond to him, honestly too frightened to say anything else. The stranger from earlier on entered the room, informing the Prime Minister about a guest. Saejoong looked at you with a smug look on his face, before bowing his head in order to say goodbye. He left the room and the other man took a seat.

"Have you gotten into her phone yet?!" Saeyoung asked Saeran impatiently, as he got back into the car. Saeran nodded his head, with a somber look in his eyes. He turned the screen towards his brother, showing the last recorded location of the phone. Saeyoung's eyes widened in disbelief as his saw the address of his childhood home on the screen.

"He's got her..." Saeyoung sighed, before banging his fist on the dashboard of the car. "He is using her as bait..." Saeran responded. "W-what will we do?" Saeyoung looked at his brother, with glossy eyes. "Saeran... I'm going to bring her back, even if I have to take her place."

People kept coming in and out, watching you. You knew Saeyoung was going to come and get you, he was probably tracking you down right now, but you didn't want him to come. As much as you loved him, he finally had a happy life with his brother. You knew they were using you to lure the twins here, but those boys deserved to live a free life, they suffered enough as kids. Saeyjoong entered the room again. His eyes were so like his son's. Thankfully that's the only trait they took after him, this man was evil. You couldn't believe how such a horrible man could have so much power, so many dirty secrets. Your throat felt dry, when was the last time you had anything to drink? "Excuse me?" You announced, with a shake in your voice. "Can I have a drink?" The Prime Minister rolled his eyes, before waving his hand at one of the men sitting in the room. The man stood up straight away, and left to what you assumed to be the kitchen. The house you were in was very small, the dirty room was very different from the well kept man in front of you. "Those boys will probably be here soon." Saejoong said to one of the other men in the room. "Make sure everyone is ready." The man saluted.

Saeyoung pulled over, a couple of blocks from the house. He knew that if he just went right in there, him and Saeran wouldn't stand a chance. They had to attack from the outside first. He grabbed his computer from the back seat, while Saeran worked on his phone. Saeyoung was taking all the information he had gathered on his father, along with information left by V a couple months before his death, and preparing to leak them to the public.

He had mananged to find solid evidence to back up everything he was going to leak, including the kidnapping of you. On the drive there, Saeran got in contact with Jumin, he explained everything to him, so he began putting together a security team to help get you out as soon as possible. If none of this worked, Saeyoung was ready to hand himself over to them, create a fake ID for Saeran, saying he had passed away, and demanding they release you.

Just as he was about to release everything, he looked at his brother, who had tears in his eyes. Neither of the red heads said a word, until Saeran placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Do it..." He uttered. Saeyoung nodded, his lip quivering a little. He pressed the send button and opened muiltple social medias, waiting for the chaos to start...

Back at the house, there were dozens of people scurrying around, packing things up and freaking out. People were working on computers, typing frantically. You knew who was behind this, Saeyoung must've done something. The Prime Minister, who once had such a confident air about him, was almost pulling his hair out, he must have underestimated your darling hacker. You had only been there for a couple of hours, Saeyoung and his twin really were something.

A quarter of Saejoong's team had fled, scared of the repercussions of their actions. The rest of his loyal team were stuck planning a way to remove him from the house quickly and quietly. A loud bang on the door of the house made everyone go silent. The Prime Minister was pulled into a back room, as another loud bang was heard.

A team of men in dark suits entered, followed by the face of a handsome man you knew all too well.

"Jumin!" You whimpered, upon seeing the well dressed man you considered family standing in front of you. "Oh my, MC... Someone get her untied!" He demanded. The team of people who had worked for Saejoong stood there, they all looked very scared. It appeared their leader had abandoned them.

Once the handcuffs were removed and your legs were untied, you rubbed your wrists, that were red from the tight handcuffs. You stood up, but your knees were weak, you were still shook up. Jumin caught your forearms before you managed to fall. "Come with me, Driver Kim will take us to Saeyoung." You nodded, agreeing, but the whole situation suddenly became so overwhelming. You burst into tears, throwing yourself into Jumin's arms. Jumin just awkwardly stood there, not sure how to comfort you. You stood there, hugging for a minute before finally releasing Jumin from your grasp and heading to Driver Kim's car.

There were blankets, pillows, water and food in the back seat waiting for you. Once you saw the HBC, you knew Saeyoung had told them to put them there. You couldn't wait to see him again. You were only away from eachother for a couple of hours, but that entire ordeal made you want to hold him so tightly. You watched everything pass by outside, it was dark, but it looked as if the sun was going to rise soon. You looked at the digital clock in the car. It was 5am, you were there for 7 hours.

The journey was short, Saeyoung and Saeran were sitting in their car about a mile away. Once Saeyoung saw the car pull over, he jumped from his seat and out of the car. You've never seen him look so stressed out. You ran out of Driver Kim's car too, despite your shaking legs. You fell into Saeyoung's arms, still wrapped in the blanket. Saeran walked over, talking to Jumin who just got out of the car. You would hug Saeran in a minute, right now all you wanted was to be in the arms of them man you loved so much. You were wailing into Saeyoung's shoulder while he whispered reassuring words into your ears, with a shaky voice. "I'm so sorry MC... This is all my fault..." You could tell he was crying too. You violently shook your head, not even being able to speak, but wanting him to know you didn't blame him. You hugged him even tighter. "It's okay now my love..." He continued to say, rubbing your back while trying to calm you down.

After five minutes, you and Saeyoung stopped hugging, but he continued to hold onto your hand. Saeran timidly walked over and gave you a hug, you could tell this upset him too. His hug was only quick, but it was tighter than any hug you had ever received from him before. Jumin waved you all off, and you thanked him one last time. All three of you got back into the car. Saeran drove, insisting that Saeyoung could not leave you to sit alone in the back after that. You lay your head down on Saeyoung's shoulder for the entire car ride home, shivering although under a blanket. No one really talked for the entire ride, the twins knew they were better off asking you what went down another time, right now they were just happy to have you back.

By the time you all got home, it was bright outside again. Saeyoung suggested that you go to bed, but you didn't want to. Instead, the three of you sat on the couch, and watched silly television shows all day. All you wanted was a care free day, and spend time with the people you loved.

The rest of the RFA came to visit a little later in the evening. Zen was outraged, Yoosung brought food and Jaehee brought some coffee. She felt extremely guilty for leaving you to get home by yourself yesterday, but you reassured her it wasn't her fault. Jumin and his team again were taking care of all things relating to the boy's "father", him and all involved were going to be jailed for their crimes against you, and many others.

That night, you and Saeyoung lay in bed together. Your limbs intertwined tightly, you cuddled together under the heat of the blanket. Chest to chest, his arms were hooked onto yours, and your legs were wrapped around his. Your noses touched, Saeyoung stealing kisses from your lips every so often. I think you two broke the for record for the most "I love you"s in one day. As you two drifted off to sleep, Saeyoung whispered to you. "I will never let you go again..."

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juminsmysticmc · 6 years

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Hello! İ want to request!!! (RFA+V+sae) MC with lots of secrets like secret secret xD i mean they thought they know everything about her but it turn out they actually don't xD I don't know if you got what i meant xD it would be better if there will be little bit angst xD but little bit xD 😂😂 -Have a wonderful day ♥ ミ●﹏☉ミ (I love your writing a lot T^T ♥️♥️)

RFA + Minor Duo with a Mc who has secrets after secrets (trigger warning….?)

Awwee sweetie! Thank you for loving my writing ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day too! So, here you are! I hope these secrets are good enough….I think I understood what you meant XD and sorry if my writing sucks….I dunno why but everything feels so boring…please tell me your opinion!

Jumin

Who wouldn’t know the own wife?

Jumin was sure that the two of you didn’t have any secrets.

That was silly, now that he knew something.

Was there more? Why didn’t you rely on him?!

,,Jumin, I‘m home~“ you called him. But you soon noticed that something was wrong.

,,What are these?!“ he asked you angrily.

Of course, he found out about your dark past.

,,I‘m sorry. I thought it was too dangerous to tell you about it.“ you told him and looked away.

,,Of course it’s dangerous. That’s a threat! Why?“ he asked you.

,,I was once CEO-in-line, like you. But my dad made some dirty things and we had to give up the company. I changed name, birthday….everything. Looks like they still found me.“ you laughed.

,,So everything I know about you is false….“ Jumin looked at you. His cold eyes made you shiver.

,,Yes. Except for my love.“ you assured him and began to cry.

Jumin on the other side was too angry to do something about this.

,,I trusted you. I will try to find out whoever did this and afterwards we need to have a long talk…!“ He snapped.

You were so sorry…but you just had to keep your secrets.

And you knew, it wasn’t over yet…..

Zen

,,You would tell me if there was something I should know, right?“ he asked you.

You were a bit afraid that he would find out your secrets but you decided to stay calm.

But he knew….

,, You‘re this girl, right? My friend gave me this.“ he showed you an old article.

The girl had blonde hair but you recognized her, it was you.

You looked at him.

,,They kicked you out because you bullied another girl, right?“ he asked you angrily.

,,Yes.“ you answered and looked away.

You were a better person now. You regretted your acts…

,,What should I know too?“ he asked you.

,,My name….“ you confessed.

,,You were mysterious since you entered the RFA but I thought that by now you would trust me.“

,,Zenny….it was a mistake in my past…it wasn’t a secret!“ you whined.

,,YOU STILL CHANGED YOUR NAME!“ he yelled.

,,It’s okay, everyone has a past but at least you could have told me!“ he snapped at you.

You didn’t want to fight and so you told him a bit more about yourself.

He was still angry but not that furiously like two hours ago….

Yoosung

Yoosung was furiosly.

,,Please…! Please don’t break up with me….“ you begged with red eyes.

,,I can’t trust you anymore.“ he snapped and wanted to leave the apartment.

You still begged him.

,,Do you realize what you have done? I don’t know you! You told me something else! You work for another country but can’t tell me anything! You have another name but can’t confess it….

There are guns hidden and you won’t tell me WHY! I can’t live like this!“ he yelled at you.

,,You need to trust me….“ you begged.

,,You don’t trust me. So why should I trust you? Go to V! The two of you make the perfect mysterious couple!“ he snapped and finally left.

You were heartbroken.

But you couldn’t tell him.

You just couldn’t tell him that you were investigating on his cousin…you couldn’t hurt him.

Not again….

Jaehee

She always wondered why she wasn’t allowed to touch your phone.

Or to enter your room.

She was kind of hurt by your behavior but she decided to let it be.

But it was really hard for her.

Your secrets weren’t that bad but you still didn’t tell her.

Why?

One day she asked you.

You were hesitant and afraid….

No, you just couldn’t tell her.

This turned out into a bigger discussion….

she yelled, you cried….

When she was about to leave the house, you decided to tell her.

,,ARE YOU KIDDING ME, MC?!“ she asked you as she looked at your Yaoi-collection.

,,We were about to break up because of this??“ she asked you seriously.

But in the end she was happy that it wasn’t something bad.

Saeyoung

At first he had many secrets himself.

That’s why you never asked him about something.

But now it was okay.

Just that he still couldn’t find out something more about you….

He was afraid.

Why were you so mysterious…?

,,Please tell me….“ he begged.

,,You didn‘t want to tell the RFA you secrets and we respected your decision. Now respect mine.“ you snapped and went cooking.

He couldn’t give up and so he and Saeran searched more information.

Until they found them.

,,I told you! And you still investigated!“ you cried when he confronted you with your hurtful past.

The daughter of the president who got kicked out after a big scandal.

The Choi brothers were surprised.

So you were almost like them…

,,Mc that isn’t a bad secret there was no need to-“

,,YOU DID THE SAME AS ME!“ you yelled.

Your angry eyes made him shiver. Just now he noticed what he has done….

You left the room and cried alone in your big bedroom.

You couldn’t forgive him.

Not yet…..

Saeran

He always thought that you were the happy person.

That’s why he didn’t want you to leave Mint Eye, he didn’t want you to be happier than him.

But now it was different. All he wanted was you to be happy.

But he didn’t know that it wasn’t that possible right now….

You lived in a deep agony.

Regret and sadness followed your daily life.

Since the day that your mother tried to kill you and your father shield you, you lived with nightmares.

Saeran was a bit angry that you didn’t tell him.

That you changed your name, that you changed hometown, friends….

But he was even angrier that he trigged you with more nightmares.

,,Saeran, that‘s my secret. My life.“ you hoped that this would be clear enough.

But it wasn’t.

,,What am I to you? Is there anything else? More things you didn’t tell me?!“ he asked you.

But you just ignored him.

You had a big headache and were just too tired….

Jihyun

He wondered why you were missing every week.

When he found out, he was a bit sad.

,,Why didn’t you tell me, dear?“ he asked you with his lovely voice.

But it didn’t help you.

You became even angrier.

,,Why did you take a look at my phone?!“ you asked him.

,,I‘m sorry…I just wondered…“ he explained.

You were a crying mess.

He just found out that you visited a therapist because of your mental disease.

You were just like Saeyoung, somehow.

Your mother had to leave your abusive dad but fell ill.

You had to move with your sister to your abusive father.

Your stepmother was always mean to you and your stepbrothers weren’t easily to handle.

You were bullied and your dad hit your sister.

When you finally were able to leave you became someone else.

You changed your ID but had to leave your sister.

,,Let’s go and save your sister…!“ he smiled at you.

,,That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.“ you whispered.

,,Huh?“ he was just so puzzled.

,,YOU WANT TO DO EVERYTHING TO SAVE PEOPLE! BUT YOU CANNOT! That’s my past! I don’t want to do anything anymore! Just live on….she will manage somehow!“ you yelled desperately.

You hated his look.

As if you were a monster just because you wanted to forget.

To become happy…..

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