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Mystic Messenger CMC Layla Lee
This is completely unedited and I may change some things around <3
Name: Layla Lee
Pronouns: She/Her
Birthday: June 14
Age: 23
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Curly, clavicle-length black hair
Occupation: Freelance Writer
*No photo of Layla herself at this moment, however there is a photo of Layla and Jaehee as my header by @/luxielle
Likes: Naps, baking, creative writing, playing violin, cats, sewing, video games
Personality: Layla looks cold, but is usually sweet towards others. She gets more playful and warm to people after getting to know them a bit. Layla is bitter when she’s upset with someone or something.
Common Wardrobe: Closet consists of mostly monochrome clothes with a few colorful dresses, but she bought more colorful items after Saeyoung said she looks like she’s going to a funeral.
Background
Layla was born in Seoul. Her family moved around a lot due to her father’s work. Layla’s father is Chinese and her mother is American. Layla spent most of her younger years living in the US. Her teenage years were spent in her hometown in South Korea.
Layla was never too close with her parents. They were always working or busy when they had a day off. Even then, she felt like a second priority whenever they did spend time with her. Layla’s older sister, Mina, had most of the attention.
Layla often used the extra time to herself for writing and sewing. It carried on through her teenage years. Unfortunately, Layla developed depression and anxiety during those years. Her parents refused to put her in therapy as they believed she was faking it for attention. And when Mina told their parents that Layla was bisexual, they berated her alongside her sister. Layla thankfully received private therapy lessons with the school counselor until she graduated.
In college, she studied literature. Layla didn't talk to her parents as much and completely cut off her sister. It was in college where she started dating. It was three small relationships with a few men and one serious relationship with a woman. It sadly ended a few months after Layla got her diploma.
An app downloaded itself onto her phone while she was working in her apartment. Curious, Layla checked it out only to be given directions to an address. Layla made sure to bring her taser and pepper spray before going to the apartment. When she made it to the apartment, it was covered in dust. Layla decided to not stay at the apartment since she had bad dreams of this specific place a few days back.
The unknown man from the app had disappeared and a new messenger had opened up there. She befriended members of the R.F.A. quickly due to her charisma. They asked to hold a charity party and Layla couldn't resist joining.
One person did stick out to Layla more, Jaehee Kang. Layla found her to be very attractive and was amazed with her passion when it came to coffee. Their relationship was rocky in the beginning, but enough coffees and lunches from Layla quickly fixed that. A lot of people assumed Layla was after Jumin, but it was really his chief assistant she was after.
Which came to fruition. Layla and Jaehee were best friends by the time of the party. Jaehee had left her job at C&R and considered Layla as her best friend. The development of the cafe also developed the love between them. Their confession took longer than Layla thought, but it was worth the wait to be with the lady of her dreams.
Relationships
Yoosung: Layla finds Yoosung adorable and understands his troubles completely. She sees him as a little brother and can't help but tease sometimes. They play LOLOL together on the weekends every now and then.
Zen: Layla admires Zen greatly. She loves seeing his musicals and hearing him sing. He's kinda like an older brother to her, or maybe even mother hen. Though whenever she sees him, she can't help but wonder if he'd let her braid his hair.
Jaehee: The woman of Layla’s dreams. Layla feels safe and loved with Jaehee and wouldn't wish to be with someone else. Layla has great respect for her.
Seven: Layla finds him a bit weird, but sometimes likes to play along. She's a lot more comfortable with him after learning his story.
Jumin: Layla holds a small grudge with Jumin after overworking and mistreating Jaehee, but eventually forgives him. She thinks he's good after breaking down his walls.
Jihyun: Layla quite likes Jihyun. She loves his photography and paintings and wants to write an article to boost his name. How he keeps issues to himself irritates her even though she does the same.
Saeran: Layla is pretty comfortable with Saeran. They both love ice cream and the quiet. Layla hopes Saeran will someday teach her about flower languages.
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Lost but Found a Mystic Messenger Scenario
Pairing: Zen/Hyun Ryu X Reader
Overview: You are a sheltered daughter of a wealthy man who escaped through the help of a red haired hacker with many hidden secrets.
Note: Hello! This is Part 2. PART 1
•-—-•
"Remember, keep your back straight and always smile but make it natural-" your guardian stared at you, supervising and bossing around the other servants while rambling about her silly lectures the whole time you were getting ready. The atmosphere was tense, everyone is clearly serious at the sudden task and you are somehow glad that you cannot really hear her tedious lectures clearly over the sounds of the blow dryer. You really hate being surrounded and being touched by several people at the same time, the whole process of being ready for occasions like this never fails to make you uncomfortable.
Your hairdresser finally sets the dryer off, brushing a few strands of your hair, letting it flow to your shoulder neatly. Your stylists brought out a black dress with a semi-see through laced sleeves that reaches above your knees. You cursed at the lace features knowing how it will irritate you some time later but it is not entirely a bad choice, you took note of how elegant the dress looks and it is not too formal nor it is too casual making the dress in the borderline of the two. You slipped the dress on before sitting back down for them to finish your make up.
They lifted your feet to put on a matching open-toed strapped sandals that added a few inches to your height. Seeing yourself in the mirror, you cannot bring yourself to judge your overall appearance poorly since they did a good job in bringing out your best features and you do look good; sacrificing your comfort seems reasonable now.
"Ah, Lady (y/n), you look super pretty," one of them squealed, boosting your ego and of course, making yourself a little shy but nevertheless, you thanked her for the compliment. "Alright ladies, you did a great job. We have no time to lose, your father is already waiting for you in the car, Lady (y/n)." Your guardian dismissed the others, signalling you to follow her. Your heart skipped a beat, excitement pulsed through your vein, you cannot help but grin with every step you take. Your mind was in the gutter, completely overwhelmed at the thought that for the first time in your life, you will be outside of the mansion.
Guards surrounded you, blocking you from the view of the halls to make it difficult for you to remember the way out, much to your dismay. You sighed in annoyance, your father is really is a detail-oriented man. You did your best to somehow get a little grasp on where you guys are going but with an attention span as big as an ant, you gave up halfway.
After walking for 10 minutes, as you estimated, you came face to face with a steel door that can be opened through a scan of of an eye; the scene looked like it was taken from a sci-fi movie!
"Identity confirmed, Ms. Sae In," your heard an automated voice coming from the small speaker before the door slowly opened. You squinted your eyes at the sudden change of brightness, startstrucked upon seeing the bright blue sky along with the fluffy white clouds that made you want to bite on it like cotton cady. The wind brushed past your face, you cannot help but let out a contented sigh as you continued to walk down the gates, several servants greeted you with a bow, opening the door of the car for you.
"Ah, Sae In, your efforts are commendable today," Your father commented, ushering you to get inside the car quickly. "It was the best we can do in an hour, sir," your guarduan politely dismissed his compliment, giving you a look you know so well. "I got it! Have some faith in me," she shakes her head in exasperation.
"Just try to be normal," you winked at her before the window rolled up, tinting the environment slightly darker in your vision. Your eyes were glued to the window, admiring everything your eyes can spot. It was the first time you see them with your own eyes and not through the screen or a picture. Your father took a glimpse on you through the mirror, he immediately can sense your happiness as it radiated on you brightly.
"Ah, (y/n), there's actually another person I like you to meet. I'm sure the two of you wou-,"your father's eyes met yours, immediately making him cut himself off, "Ah you know what nevermind. I'll tell you when we are there." You simply nodded, completely oblivious to what your father has just said as you were too focus on your surroundings.
It did not ever register to you that 3 hours had passed and you were already at your destination. The car came into a halt, the bodyguards got off first to open the door for you and your father. As soon as the door opened, you looked up and gazed at the tall building.
"C&R..."
You followed your father through the entrance of the building where you came face to face with a brown haired woman wearing a glasses, looking over with some files attached to her clipboard.
As soon as she took note of your arrival, she immediately bowed and introduced herself, "Come this way, we have been waiting for you sir." You took your time in appreciating the interior design of the building. It was minimalistic and clean, whoever was in charge of designing the building deserves an applause.
Your father converse with the woman you now know as Assistant Kamg due to her I.D. laced around her neck. Once the two of you were situated inside the elevator, she pressed on the button with the highest floor. "Ah, right, this is my daughter, (y/n)." You smiled at her and she reciprocated the gesture before the two of you could engage in a small talk, your father immediately directed the attention back to him, "Is the chairman's son available?" You can see how her face contorted in confusion, relaxing after a second before replying, "He is currently in his office but if you are to request his presence, he is flexible."
The door opened with a soft ding, the sounds of your sandals colliding with the floor echoed through the hall. At the end of the hall, you can see a man standing with a sly grin. "My dear friend Choi! I looked forward in meeting you!" He gave your father a welcoming hug. "And who is this lovely maiden over here?" He let out his hand, you smiled at him. "Choi (y/n), sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." You took his hand and firmly shake it, making him chuckle before facing back to your father.
"I see, your daughter has grown into a fine woman! Well, let's have a seat inside shall we." The CEO, you assume, opened the door where a woman you recognize as Glam Choi is seating with a wine between her fingers. The Assistant suddenly went to whisper something in the CEO's ear. "Is that so?" He trailed off, before shrugging. "Well, she is to be part of C&R soon, let her roam around while I have a little chat with Mr. Choi here." Confused at his statement, you looked over at Assistant Kang seemed shocked but nodded in reply.
"Ms. Choi? Here is a pass. As directed by the Mr. Han, you are to freely roam the entire building but please do observe the rules and regulations. I can briefly explain each but it is mostly to not disturb any work and to not go into an authorized room," she handed you a small card that has VIP printed out. "Thankyou, uh...," you looked at her I.D. once more, Kang Jaehee. "Jaehee, I'll surely act in accordance to your rules." She smiled upon seeing how flustered you were. "Here is my business card, if you need anything, do not be afraid to call me. If you are to excuse me..." You bowed at her as goodbye, staring at the small piece of card that has her basic contanct information.
You waved goodbye as the elevator door closed once more. Letting out a breath of relief, although you really like to be more sociable, you did not expect it to be tiring as this. You brought your phone out, feeling a little giddy upon adding the assistant's contact, it was the first ever number you saved on your phone.
Maybe you'll get to be able to talk to her after this day.
Your heart sank at the thought that your time here is limited. You looked at the glass where you can see silhouette of your father, he was the only one wearing glasses so it is not that difficult to distinguish him from the rest. You silently hoped his meeting never ends, being in a new environment sure do bring such joy in your heart.
Slapping yourself lightly on the cheek, you pumped yourself, "Alright! Time to stop moping around and to enjoy the moment."
You didn't really know where you are going so you called Ms. Kang if there's any interesting spots in the building and she told you about the garden in the rooftop. Problem is, she had to cut the call short and did not really specify how to go to the said garden so here you are again, lost in the halls of a building you barely know.
You could have asked other staff that were present but you did not really want to disturb them so you figured you would bump into it soon. Aimlessly wandering, you soon found yourself starinf at a deadend. "Ah? Not again..," you cursed, turning on your heels only for you to stop in your tracks, seeing someone has just blocked the way.
"Who are you? What is your business here?" You looked up, a man in a business suit with stripes and a jet-black tamed hair glared down on you, his raven eyes seemed to attract your interest as you find yourself lost in them, not realizing how you have been staring at him for a minute now.
Jumin sighed, closing his eyes to calm himself, his father has brought his new girlfriend in and is asking for him to meet her along with a new acquaintance plus the issue with the R.F.A. is sure taking a toll in him but being the man he is, he needs to be composed whether this person infront of him is a threat or not. Plus, he is carrying Elizabeth the 3rd as he brought her in the company to compensate for the time he is not able to be with her due to several reasons (R.F.A., MC, and 707).
"Your eyes are really pretty," you said mindlessly before closing your mouth with your palms, horrified that you have just said your thoughts out loud. Jumin did not expect such spontaneous compliment, "A-Ah, I'm sorry! Am I not allowed to be here? I did not see any restrictions signs though." You look around, trying to justify your statement. Jumin took this time to examine you, his eyes immediately focused on the V.I.P. lace. "Ah, I see." Putting the pieces together, Jumin inferred that maybe you are he acquaintance his father wanted him to meet.
"Meow~" Elizabeth the 3rd purred in his arms, breaking his thoughts off, remembering his agenda with his father. Hearing the cat meow, you gushed in your mind how cute the fluffy white cat sitting comfortably in the arms of the man infront of you. You wanted to pet it but you were too shy to ask if you are permitted to do so.
Jumin cannot help but let out a small sigh seeing the sparks in yout eyes as it made contact with his precious Elizabeth the 3rd. He coughed, grabbing your attention. "You must be Ms. Choi, I am terribly sorry for my manners. I assumed you were either an employee slacking off or an intruder. I'm Han Jumin." You shake your head, telling him you did not mind. "It's fine, the CEO told me I am able to loiter around and I was trying to find the garden Ms. Kang mentioned," scratching your cheeks in attempt to make the situation less awkward, your eyes cannot seem to find where to look so you ended up looking at the cat again.
"You seem fixated on Elizabeth the 3rd, I'll take it that you are captivated by her splendor," you chuckled at the fancy name but it somehow suited the cat's appearance. "Elizabeth the 3rd is a nice name! Did you name her?" You questioned, watching the cat licks it paws in an elegant manor.
"No, a dear friend did." He replied, amused to know someone other than him si appreciating Elizabeth the 3rd more less her name, unlike someone he knows.
"It's nice to meet you Elizabeth the 3rd, you are really really really adorable, hey Jumin, can I pet her?" Jumin's eyes widened at how you casually called him by his name. He wanted to call you out about it but, he decided against it. "If Elizabeth the 3rd wont mind, go ahead."
You slowly placed your hand on top of her white head, softly petting her as she leaned towards you more. "Meow~" You giggled at her adorable reaction, it was like you got wrapped around her tail, drawing you closer into her. "Mr. Han! Ms. Choi! Your father are asking for the two of you!" You peeked behind Jumin, seeing Ms. Kang approach you.
"Oh right! Father." You sweatdropped, passing by Jumin until you remembered you don't know how to get back to the CEO's office. "Jaehee, I don't remember the way." You pouted, Jaehee chuckled and assured you it was fine and it is her job to escort you anyways. "Oh, Jumin you're coming too?" Jumin shot you a puzzled look, it was as if you asked a stupid question. Jaehee seemed to sense your question was purely genuine and decided to clear up your confusion. "Mr. Han is the son of the CEO."
You gasped, looking back and forth at the two. If your guardian learned anything about this or worse, your father, you dreaded what punishment awaits you. "I'm sorry Jumi-ah-Mr. Han! I should have shown you more respect!" You apologized, bowing a complete 90 degrees, Jumin is somehow amazed at how you did not recognize him despite his repuatation. "It is not a big of a deal, Ms. Choi. Oh and Assistant Kang, please look after Elizabeth the 3rd for me." Jaehee scowled as the feline was handed to her, her fur immediately sticking to her blazer.
Soon, you find yourself in the office once more, your father laughing alongside the CEO who took notice of your presence. "My son! Jumin! Finally, where have the two of you been?" Your father also seemed to question you mentally by the look on his face. "I somehow bumped into Ms. Choi a few floors below and had a rather short conversation about Elizabeth the 3rd." Jumin stated nonchalantly and you smiled at him.
"Elizabeth the 3rd?" Your father commented, tilting his head towards Jumin. "Yes father! Jumi-I mean, Mr. Han has a beautiful cat named Elizabeth the 3rd!" You made a small jump, happy to remember petting the soft fur of the cat. You always wanted to have your own pet, animals hold a dear spot in you.
"I'm glad the two of you are getting along. You're right, Mr. Choi. I hope their engagement goes smoothly." Engagement? "Dear, did you say engagement? Haha, I though Sarah is to be set up with Jumin?" The woman who you assumed as the CEO's lover interjected, feeling her glare at you, sending chills down to your spine.
"Father, I am not aware of this engagement at all." You tried to keep up with the conversation, not able to understand what is going on. "Wait, who is engaged?" Your father let out a sigh, clearly the situation is getting a little unorganized. "(y/n), we have decided to have you and Jumin be engaged for the sake of our and their company's success."
Your face contorted. "Excuse me?"
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Petunia
Assistant Lila AU!
Link: AO3 | FFN
Pairing: Choi Saeran/Original Female Character(s)
Description: Unknown always wanted to have his own assistant. One that is bathed in wisteria and petunias, covering their throat until they suffocate or give in. There are some things that he can't do by showing his face and that's where someone who was very much his equal in sense of the word would be able to help him achieve the goals of Paradise. He's got his eyes set on somebody and surely, with her, the success of Mint Eye is ensured.
Based on the Prologue's Bad Ending. A standalone fic that can read without reading any of the other stories in the series.
Lila wasn’t sure exactly sure why she had decided that she needed to get this far away from her home. She just looked at the map on her wall and the first country that her eyes met became the one that she would escape to. It just turned out that it happened to be the country that she last expected it to be.
She did know why she wanted to get away it just wasn’t something that she wanted to focus on.
Family life had gotten really bad, and after that really bad breakup, she just wanted to escape. It wasn’t until she had the ticket in her hand and she was boarding her flight that it hit her; She was getting away from all the lingering problems that had haunted her for months. It was liberating in some ways that were hard to express.
This was the first time in a very long time that she felt free to do whatever she wanted to do. She didn’t have to live up expectations or push herself so hard into her word that her fingers bleed. She could frankly do anything, and she went straight ahead without even thinking through all of her choices as they were endless.
She was going to take life by the flip of a coin.
It was very unlike Lila, but, she wanted to make a change. If she wanted to be more daring and bold of a person then she needed to take some risks.
So, that’s exactly what she did. It took a couple of long hours but after a nap and a quick read-through of one of her favorite books, the plane arrived in Seoul sometime during the afternoon. She settled in rather quickly. She headed to her hotel right off the bat and slept off the lingering jet lag until her body felt refreshed.
That following morning, she got up and for once, she had no idea of what to do with herself.
Normally her anxiety would have chomped at the bit at that realization, however, this time, she didn’t feel as concerned about it as she normally would. Lila just pilfered through her phone for a little bit to let those that were concerned, not as if there were any apart from one person, and after reassuring her sister that she had arrived just fine and sound, she rose from the bed and decided to start the day.
She got dressed and then left her hotel to just do whatever seemed interesting. Whether that meant she walked for some time until anything intriguing popped up, or if she recalled something from her online research back home and wanted to check it out. That cycle was rinsed and repeated over two weeks.
Sure, a good portion of that time was spent looking for new accessories and props that would look good with the coords back at her apartment, but there was nothing wrong with that. The best place to find cutesy stuff always seemed to lead back to South Korea or Japan. There was no way she would pass up the chance to find great prices on stuff that cost an arm and a leg to buy and ship back home.
You had to keep your eye out for the next coordinate and all the looks that went with it, that’s how Lila enjoyed spending her free time and just being able to bask in that hobby without the judging eyes of her mother on her back was the greatest feeling she had ever felt thus far in life. Everybody has their little niche.
Hers just happened to be Lolita.
She didn’t always get to dress up, though. It was harder back home when there weren’t enough meetups and never quite enough people to chat with her about it in a positive way. Some people just didn’t get that it was a form of rebellion, just like those classic punk kids in ripped jeans. Although, that just meant all the more chances for her to come across rare items without competition.
Never let it be said that Lila was someone who could be stopped when she got her eyes locked on target.
She might have hissed at someone if they dared touched something with Cinnamoroll on it before she could. Of course, only in her head would that scenario play out. She was far too socially anxious to ever push a confrontation.
All and all, the first couple of weeks had been a lot of fun and allowed her to breathe. All of the weight that had been suffocating her back in America was all but gone. It still existed but it was like there was a barrier that kept it from reaching her while she was here. Lila was grateful for that.
It was nice, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go back just yet. She would have to, though, eventually, and when that day came, she would still be reluctant. For the time being, she just wanted to enjoy this vacation for what it was.
She hadn’t spoken to many people, although be it not much of her fault because while she was relatively fluent in the language, she was by no means an expert. She would often misplace the right word she was looking for with something else. It could be embarrassing and she wanted to avoid making a fool of herself.
Better left unsaid when you didn’t know what you were doing. Faking it till you made it only worked in the context of other situations.
Tonight, though, something felt off.
As a matter of fact, something hadn’t felt quite right in the last few days. She couldn’t put her finger on it but it was like something was watching her back everywhere she went. Lila didn’t know why this was the case. She never did see anyone looking at her or trailing behind her at all.
She knew when to look and not get caught. It was just a trait that any woman in a city learned fast either when they were young or when they started living there on their own. She would try and note for any abnormalities in windows and her phone camera but nothing came out. She decided tonight that she was just being irrational.
It wasn’t unlike Lila to get overwhelmed with a sensation and run with it.
It just had to be one of those things, right?
...Right?
The city streets were always alive with people and there was always the sense that she wasn’t alone so that couldn’t have been it. She frowned and glanced at her phone as the view of her hotel started to appear on the horizon.
She had stayed out a little later than usual to get some tea, and that wasn’t much of a big deal. It was nice to meet up with other Lolita. She didn’t often get to do that. So, she was dressed up tonight and as cute as can be. Nobody would take her as much of a threat when she looked like a cute cupcake, you know?
It was just this feeling that wouldn’t go away. She just didn’t like this feeling. If she had to make a break for it, it would be a little harder than normal. Her phone told her that it was around nine o’clock. There weren’t as many people out as there were when she normally took this path back, but there were enough that she wasn’t as nervous as she might have been on another night.
Another odd thing that she couldn’t ignore was happening. For some reason, her phone was downloading something and that shouldn’t have been happening.
Lila stopped in her tracks and went underneath the first streetlight she saw to see what it was loading up. She didn’t remember clicking anything. She never even unlocked it. Her data was limited too abroad, so this shouldn’t have even happened without her okaying it.
She watched as it finished loading and then with a raised brow, she murmured the title of it to herself in confusion, “R.F.A.? ...What the heck is that?”
It could have been an accident?
Against her better judgment, she clicked the little button a chatroom opened out. Most of it was distorted in the background like the code had been frayed, or broken, maybe tinkered with just in the wrong way?
She pursed her lips. Something here was fishy. It gave her the prompt to enter a username.
Lila plugged in her nickname, then she hesitated. She may be trying new things but this might have been a reach. She was going to close it and try to remove it because it could have easily been a virus but a message popped up.
Unknown: Hello?
Wisteria: Um, hi?
Unknown: Can you see this?
Wisteria: Yes.
Unknown: Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t think I was ever going to get a response from anyone.
Wisteria: I’m a little confused myself.
Wisteria: Um, what is this app? Do you know?
Unknown: …
Unknown: I was going to ask you that. You see, I found this cell phone on the subway. There was nothing on it.
Unknown: Except for this messenger app.
Unknown: I wanted to return to its owner but there
weren’t any contact details written anywhere on it.
Wisteria: Well, this app just kind of… appeared on my phone. I’m not sure who that device belongs to, or how this got on my phone in the first place.
Unknown: Hm. That’s really odd.
Unknown: Darn. I thought I had found someone to give this to after not knowing what to do with it.
Wisteria: Well, you can always take it to the local police station.
Wisteria: I’m not really from this area. I don’t know anyone, I’m afraid.
Wisteria: It’s very good of you to want to return something like that though. Most people would have just pocketed the free device.
Unknown: Well, I’m a very religious person. It would be against the teachings to not do the right thing, you know?
Unknown: Oh, look at me. I was so excited about finding someone that I forgot to introduce myself.
Unknown: I don’t care for my name. I usually leave all my accounts blank like this.
Unknown: I guess you could say my name is Unknown…
Wisteria: My name is Lila.
Unknown: Since you’re typing in English, I can assume you’re American?
Wisteria: I would hope it wouldn’t be that obvious.
Unknown: Wow, you came from a long way away.
Wisteria: To clear my head, if that makes sense.
Unknown: Sure. I can understand.
Unknown: I'd hate to bother you anymore and I figure you're probably really wary of strangers in a foreign country...
Unknown: I'm not all that great at talking to people... or reaching out... but I want to find the owner of this phone.
Wisteria: Well, your best bet is lost and found or the police station.
Unknown: Yeah. That makes the most sense but... ah.
Unknown: I've got really bad social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this.
Wisteria: Oh...
Wisteria: I understand. I have the same problem.
Wisteria: Don't you have any friends that can accompany you?
Unknown: Ah, no. I'm pretty new to this area too since I came here for my studies.
Unknown: There is an address on this phone now that I’m trying to pick it apart, but that's really about it.
Unknown: I don’t want to just pop into somebody's place out of nowhere without being able to speak with them first!
Unknown: You wouldn't happen to want to go there for me?
Unknown: Would you?
Wisteria: Just pop up to a stranger's place to tell me this person found their phone but they're too nervous to give it back themselves?
Wisteria: You're joking right? lol
Wisteria: Don't put me in that position too!
Unknown: It is strange to suggest, isn't it?
Unknown: lol
Unknown: I'm kind of trapped between a rock and a hard place. I know it’s silly but…
Wisteria: I'm gonna kick myself for this but if you're in the same area as me then I might be able to come with you to drop it off with the authorities.
Unknown: Really? Oh, you don’t know how much that would mean to me.
Wisteria: What could it hurt?
Wisteria: As long as it's in a public area, it should be fine.
Unknown: Oh, man, I never thought someone would be so nice to me like that.
Unknown: [address]
Lila clicked the link and it took her to her maps app.
It said that the location wasn’t all that far from where she was. It was a couple of blocks away but it seemed like a dense area given the few different restaurants and businesses. It was probably alright. They seemed okay. She didn't have any bad feelings in her gut and she empathized with this person.
She wanted to give them the benefit of a doubt.
She was trying to be more spontaneous and open. Surely this could count as one of those things if she let it. If things got fishy, she could always leave and turn around.
It wasn’t like they were asking her to go out of their way and do it. They seemed to appreciate the thought. She didn’t want anyone to feel worried about themselves and if that got her into trouble, well, so be it.
Her empathy was, unfortunately, stronger than her brain at times.
If someone said that they were struggling in a way that she did, her empathy overtook her brain and she just went to help them. It had gotten her into a lot of trouble in the past but there times where she did believe it was an asset.
What kind of person would she be if she didn’t try to help others?
Wisteria: That’s not far from me…
Wisteria: Well, I’ll help you out. But if things seem fishy, I’m out of there.
Unknown: Really?
Unknown: I won’t let you regret it.
Unknown: Th
Unknown: ank
Unknown: you
Unknown has left the chatroom.
Wisteria has left the chatroom.
Lila stashed her phone away and decided to head towards the location using her GPS to guide her the rest of the way along with the signs that she couldn’t quite read on her own. As she began to turn away from her hotel, the bright lights started to die down the further she walked away. It was a little ominous but she paid it no mind.
It wasn’t like she would be gone for very long.
When she arrived at the area that had been sent to her, she glanced around to see if she could see somebody that seemed to be looking for someone else. It took a few minutes of looking at whoever passed her by but after five minutes of looking around, she had decided that whoever it was didn’t really want her help.
They would have found her by now if that was the case.
She blew out a puff of air and went to stash her phone back into her coat pocket when a voice spoke from behind her head, “You wouldn’t happen to be username Wisteria, would you?”
Lila immediately spun around to face this person. She found herself staring up and into the most dazzling and haunting green eyes she had ever seen. They were almost unnatural in color the way that they shimmered underneath the streetlights. His locks were dyed white but had to a sheen to it where pink lingered through the tips.
He was a stark contrast in dress compared to what she was wearing.
He looked like he had walked into a mall Hot Topic and grabbed the first thing he saw to make himself look tough; With a leather jacket that purposely hung from his shoulders and a tank top that fit a little too well against his frame, as well as dark jeans and boots.
She wasn’t one to say something about the way that somebody looked so she wasn’t going to comment on somebody’s aesthetic. People would take a look at her and make their assumptions. She hated that. Plenty of people were far different from the way that they looked and she knew plenty of people that were kind and dressed dark as night.
She cocked her head to the side, “And I presume you’re username Unknown, then?”
It made him grin involuntarily. It didn’t reach his eyes, though. “You’d be correct. I don’t hate smart people so I’m impressed you’d picked up on that so quickly. Yeah, that’s me, Unknown. Funny, isn’t it, though? I don’t bother with nicknames but the system gives you one anyway. ”
“Yeah. Society and labels, am I right? You’d think somebody like me wouldn’t fit the name I picked either,” she offered a small, polite smile.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “No, I’d say that your name suits you. It isn’t a symbol I expected to see from somebody with such a nice disposition like yourself, but then again, my name doesn’t match me quite fit as one would think… right?”
“I suppose so,” she nodded in agreement.
Unknown seemed alright.
His hands rested at his sides and he didn’t move much. There was enough space between them that she didn’t feel out of place. She didn’t feel very threatened by him yet so she didn’t say much to him. He wasn’t making any sudden moves or anything so this seemed like it was legit.
She shuffled from one foot to the other as the lingering anxiety buzzed. Lila looked away for a moment and then looked back at Unknown, “So, you said you found a phone? Whoever lost it must be missing it plenty. I can head with you now if you still want me to!”
Unknown stared at her for a moment as if he were trying to read her expression for something hidden underneath the surface.
When he seemed to find what he was searching for, he nodded his head. “Yes, I want to do the right thing. I appreciate that you want to help me so willingly. Most people wouldn’t help a stranger like this.”
The two of them started to walk down the sidewalk together and the further that they traveled away from that spot, the darker and more lonely the streets grew. Fewer people were standing around or walking in the same direction, and the streetlights were dwindling. It was like the road they were on was getting into a more desolate part of town.
“Yeah, but you seem like an alright guy to me,” Lila said. She kept her hands close to her body. ”I’m sure you deal with this sort of thing often, not a lot of people are nice to anyone who deviates from what people consider normal. I get it. I hear plenty of flack from people about the way that I dress from time to time.”
“It suits you,” Unknown replied.
His tone, although dry, made her chest feel warm.
Heat rose to her cheeks. She wasn’t used to compliments nor did she know how to react when she got them from people. She let out a little awkward laugh. “Well, thank you. I work hard to pull these off. It takes a lot of thought to make something look just right.”
They spent the next twenty minutes or so just talking and chatting about this and that. He would charm her or make her feel like she was really special, and her trust for him would grow stronger and stronger by the minute.
It put her off-guard.
She was so preoccupied with chatting with this stranger that she didn’t even realize that they were the only people standing on the street now.
"It really is my lucky day," he commented, idly.
There was no sign of any other light and all the lights sans the moon were long but gone.
Lila glanced at him, “What makes you say that?”
A chuckle bubbled up from the back of his throat. It was dark and made her shiver as it echoed throughout the street, “Oh? You don’t know? At first, I thought that you would be the perfect choice for my plan. Anyone would be enthralled by a girl as naive as you without even blinking. But, I think I changed my mind. I don’t want to share you with those bastards.”
That was when Lila realized the position that she was in and just how far they had strayed from the rest of the world. It was just she and him. There was nobody if something happened. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
Her blood ran cold.
What plan?
"Plan?" Lila asked, trying to keep her cool. She didn’t want to escalate anything. Clarification was going to be key here. “What are you talking about? I thought that I was just helping you with…”
Unknown held up his hand and shushed her before she could finish talking. His face told her all she needed to know. He clicked his tongue in distaste. “I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t want to play twenty questions, princess. I’ll put it in simple words for you. I’ve come to take you to paradise. A place where only the chosen can wander freely, and where all your pain disappears.”
Paradise…?
What was he talking about? She had no clue what he was talking about. She just wanted to help him return a phone. There was nothing about this when they spoke. He never mentioned that he had a speech ready for some sort of mythical location.
Her body was trembling.
Every part of her was screaming that she needed to get out of this place as fast as she could but her legs weren’t listening. She could feel her chest tightening and her breath start to quicken. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good.
Unknown took a step closer, and another, and another until he was in front of her. “My dear naive princess.... did you really think you could trust any stranger? Don’t worry, I’ll reward you greatly for your actions. I know you’ve been hurt by the outside world but I know just how to correct your woes and pain. You’re going to come to paradise with me… whether you like it not.”
Lila swallowed, “A… And what are you going to do if I scream for help right now?”
"Let’s just say, I don’t want to have to do those when it’s all that easier just to get you to walk willingly for me, you wouldn’t like the answer, trust me." He said, “I really don’t want to dirty my hands or hurt you. But, I must do what I must do for paradise. You’re the one that willingly came to help somebody shady, you know? You don’t have any regard for your safety.”
She could try to make a break for it.
But she didn’t have any idea if he had a weapon or not. Even if she tried, he would be able to take her down. He was a lot bigger than she was. It wouldn’t have taken much to do it. She had no choice but to listen to him.
Lila knew that she should fight back.
But, at the same time, she knew that if she fought him right now, the odds were stacked against her from all sides.
Unknown was watching as she ran through all of her options and landed on the one that he already knew was coming. He only laughed when she dropped her head in defeat and went quiet. From his perspective, she was about to burst into tears.
He gripped her chin in his index finger and thumb and tipped it back so he could see her nervous brown eyes. “What a good girl you are, princess. You really do act as you look. I thought you were going to make it hard on me, but it turns out you’re just as polite about following your manners as your profiles led me to believe.”
Lila didn’t say anything.
“Haha… hahaha…! Don’t worry. I’ll treat you better than that traitor ever would have.”
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@𝐭𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝 wished quietly : ❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞ + for either one!! :3
𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 , she may appear to be all smiles and happiness . after all , jumin took some time out of his busy schedule ! but , the underlying bitterness cannot help but sour the experience overall . mi kyong knew about Jumin's love for wine , and the finer things that allowed him momentarily peace from his neverending work . however , mi kyong ? not exactly a wine drinker nor even one for drinking as is . ‘ 𝘺-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩! 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 , 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 . ’ not particularly a lie nor fabrication , it is true ! mi kyong has never indulged in something so expensive before ! one of a kind experience , the type that many people don't get to have , still . cheeks flush pink , evidently from the nervousness of not being completely truthful and perhaps the aftermath of alcohol for someone who doesn't partake quite often . ‘ 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 ? ’ a tad curious , peering over to see his expression . typically not someone who was the easiest to read , but , someone who did mean a good deal to her . hearing jumin speak for a moment , everything is calming , the way he conveys such lengthly information but not as information overload , instead, a very him explaination . mi kyong couldn't quite explain it , though it was pleasing . ‘ 𝘩𝘮𝘮𝘮? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 , 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ! 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 , 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 ! ’ such a declaration is said without the means of trickery nor decit , her true feelings & emotions . seemingly unlike any sort people that surrounded jumin , naturally , excluding the members of the r.f.a that's just the type of person she was !
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I have an idea! How about MC being able to cross dimensions and see Zen for real this time? The April Fools DLC broke my heart, please help x___x
Sands of Reality
Pairing: Zen | Hyun Ryu/MC
Words: 3275
Warnings: N/A
I got a little carried away with it and poured my heart into it, so I hope you like it!
You’d lived in the same city for as long as you could remember, you’d hardly ever ventured beyond it for too long. Despite being chained to the same little city for long you had hardly ever taken the interest to explore it. All you’d ever known was the extremely small outside world you had been limited to from a young age and then went onto limit yourself to after meeting adulthood. The world around you might as well have been encased with a snowglobe, you’d only ever visited the same few locations you accustomed to hardly ever wandering beyond those zones.
However, today you’d found yourself taking a new path back home and one thing lead to another, to your surprise your feet had brought you to pass by an old and small looking store. Upon closer look, you saw it was a thrift store. Up to a few moments ago you had been completely oblivious to its existence, though you believed to be understandable considering your self-limitation. You didn’t know what but something about the store had definitely caught your attention and you found yourself unable to walk past it without feeling a tugging sensation within your heart that begged you to take a look with the store.
With little hesitation on your behalf, you slowly opened the glass framed door to the old thrift store. The lighting inside was dim and the place was basically dark with very little lighting from the cloudy outside to illuminate the interior of the store. As you stepped inside you noted how the store seemed to be completely deserted despite the “open” side on the door. The wooden floorboards creaked with your steps, reasonable considering how worn down they appeared, dull spots and scratches from where furniture had once been forcibly moved decorated it.
Old furniture displayed within the store was cluttered around one another making it difficult to swiftly navigate through a homespun obstacle course; trinkets, clothes and other household objects were littered over the furnishing. You looked around curiously wondering to yourself what had even called out to you about the old store in the first place, yet, you couldn’t deny there was a certain vibe the place gave off… one which you didn’t know if inspired a slight childlike wonder and curiosity in you or a certain intimidating sensation…
Your eyes peered from one direction to another and then to the counter… no one was there. You squinted trying to get a better look at was behind the curtain draped over the threshold which lay behind the counter, maybe someone would come out eventually? You wanted to wait, it made you feel weird to look around a place that wasn’t being supervised despite the fact that you no intention to steal anything or do anything you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t deny the uneasy feeling you felt as if you were doing something wrong.
Seconds turned to minutes and it seemed clear that no one would be coming any time soon… but then the question lingered; why would the store be left open without anyone left to attend to it?
You took notice of the darkening sky outside, eventually it’d become dark outside and you didn’t want to be left to walk home alone in the dark of the cold December evening and with odd sensation, the store brought to your core you decided it’d be best to take your leave. You began to make your way out of the store when a certain something caught your attention once more…
A bright gleam came from one of the store’s corner’s, a gleam much like that of a mirror held to the sun’s light. You quickly made your way through the store.
An hourglass…
It was an hourglass, placed on the highest shelf of an antique looking bookcase. Other trinkets adorned the shelf and to the surrounding of the hourglass. It looked rather plain; a golden metallic frame kept the glass in place and red looking sand/dust sat at the bottom of the lower half, unmoving.
Hmmm…
It looked rather lackluster compared to all the other fancy and artsy looking antiques that littered the store, you wondered what place such a dull and plain item had among the others. Despite your sincere thoughts about the hourglass something within you felt compelled to reach for it, it was as if your body had moved in its own when you went to hold it. It was surprisingly cold, which made you drop it. With a thundering crash, the hourglass fall to the ground but there was no break…
The hourglass remained intact, the metallic cases must have protected it from a direct hit. You picked it up and that’s when you noticed a small crack on the top half of it.
You had only wanted to see it! But now you’d broken it!
You looked around for someone but there wasn’t a soul in place, you glanced down at your watch, you had a few moments to look around before the dark of the night befall over the sky.
It felt wrong to leave the glass now that you’d cracked it but you wouldn’t be able to pay for it if there was no one to charge you for it, regardless, you walked up to the counter, A small bell sat on the side of the register and you reached for it giving it a small ring but no one came. You rang it once more but nothing yet again.
You held the hourglass over you and looked below it for the price, maybe you’d be able to leave the total amount on the register and leave now that you were in a hurry… but there was no price.
With a sigh you took out a twenty and reluctantly placed them on the counter, giving one more look around for someone but at the sight of emptiness you made your way back out with your brand new hourglass.
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A Friday night and you had nothing planned like most nights…
You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you had long ago turned off your phone and settled for the silence your quiet home offered you.
The only downside about quietness was that with it brought the reminder of loneliness… It’s not like your social media hadn’t made you well aware of the fact that you were lonely just a few minutes ago. The updates of the accounts of supposed close friends and acquaintances flooded your home page showing you all the things they were out there doing together, meanwhile, you were locked up in your room at home by yourself…
You ignored your loneliness as you crawled off the bed, and walked towards your closest door. While you tried to keep your mind busy with something to do you began cleaning up around your room, more than one had suggested a spring cleaning but with spring months away you’d jokingly delayed it.
The time flew by quickly between dusting shelves, to cleaning floors and picking up discarded items off the floor, all you had left was cleaning under the bed… a huge pain. A hand reached under the bed and blindly felt around for things that didn’t belong and it came back pulling out a box from underneath. A thin layer of dust covered the box, not thick enough to hide the words printed on the purple box.
R.F.A.
A small smile came to your lips, as you opened the box knowing full well what you’d find.
It’d been years since you’d last opened the game, but you remembered all the happiness it had once brought to you…
Item by item one came out until you were left with only one item…
Your old cell phone.
The one that years ago you had used to download the game app. You hadn’t looked for the box or played the game in years… life got continuously busy with each year you got older, there was always new expectations and new responsibilities you had to fulfill and with the passage of time the game that at once had been a big part of your life slowly started taking a backseat to the rest of the responsibilities in your life without you even realizing.
This night… it was awfully reminiscent of the night in which you had first downloaded the game…
Out of curiosity, or loneliness, or a need for a means of distraction you had downloaded the game, or out of heartbreak and disillusion, possibly…That night in the dead of your living room, when the middle of the night came around and you had nothing to think of but the feelings you rather had left unfelt you remembered that game you had seen on your social media feed. You’d been curious about it for some time and figured that that moment was better than any other.
And that’s how your love affair for the game began.
Hours of reminiscing flew by rather quickly and before you knew it the middle of the night had struck… just in time to catch the first chat room…
Now you felt tempted to relive the same moment, you had long ago completed the game but a similar anticipation of starting something new raised through you.
The phone started up and you opened the phone entering the home menu of your cell phone, nearly every other app but the game app had been deleted. You’d kept the phone and the app as a token of a part of your life that once had held so much significance to you, but as you opened the game something out of the corner of your eyes caught your attention.
A familiar gleaming came from your bookcase, and you turned to it… the hourglass…
You’d had so many papers and documents to go through that you had forgotten about your purchase from earlier on that day. You stood up putting the phone on the floor next to the box while letting out a small yawn… you hadn’t realized how tired you’d felt after all that work and the hot shower you had taken earlier began to kick in making you feel warm and fuzzy. The familiar theme of the opening screen played behind you as you cast it a brief sideways glance and turned your attention to the object in front of you.
Your hand reached for the hourglass and you grasped the cold metallic frame, for some reason it felt familiar as if you’d seen it before.
A funny sensation of deja vu flooded over your mind and you absentmindedly flipped the hourglass over. The sand began to pour slowly down the narrow opening and the red dust began to collect on the now bottom half.
The sensation of deja vu washed over your head once more, this time stronger than before; it was warm and you felt your brain tickle, almost as if you were drunk. You felt slightly dizzy and your eyelids grew heavy.
That was the last thing you remembered before drifting off.
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How long had it been?
How long had he been searching?
Time… it seemed nonexistent to him, day after day passed on by but none ever leading forward. It felt as if he had been trapped in a continuous loop with no end.
How many different things had he tried? None effective by any means…
Things that he had seen in movies and video games, read in books, and scripts of past shows, anything that involved interdimensional travel but nothing ever worked… He was becoming desperate.
Day after day he hadn’t given up hope, but the days kept coming endlessly, he was becoming tired but he didn’t want to admit it. The last thing to die was hope… and he wouldn’t let his die.
He sat down and closed his eyes, he wanted to think a clear his mind but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t get his thoughts of the same subject he’d been thinking of for god knows how long.
He wondered… what her smile looked like, what her voice sounded like, what color were her eyes, skin, and hair was, whether she was waiting for him or whether she had moved on with her life by now.
It’d been a long time since she had last longed back into the messenger and no one except for him seemed to remember her, it’d been like everyone else’s mind had been erased after she had disappeared. He didn’t understand why all he knew was that he couldn’t let himself forget about her as well. He kept notebooks and journals filled with his memories of their interactions, of his feelings towards her, of his thoughts and kept them all over his apartment.
He missed her…
He wanted to feel her, touch her, embrace her… her, not the placeholder he’d been given, but her the real her.
He felt a gentle breeze pass through as if cleaning his soul and suddenly everything felt so much lighter; his body, his mind… his heart.
When he opened his eyes, he was on a familiar street he’d passed by many times on his way to work but he had no idea what he was doing on it. Swarms of people rushed in every direction, as he stood off secluded watching from an abandoned alleyway. He didn’t understand, hadn’t he just been back home sitting on his couch?
There was something about the situation that made his heart unwillingly race and his stomach swarmed with butterflies, he felt nervous and his hands shook as he brought them up to his line of sight. In that moment it felt like he couldn’t think right, all and any thoughts seemed to become nothing but white noise, it felt as if he were in a daze; half-asleep and half-awake, except he felt fully conscious of the situation he was in… he just didn’t understand why.
He tried moving forward but was met with the sight of a girl.
She walked amongst the sea of people and for some reason, she stood out to him…
She looked lost and different from everyone else…
For some reason, he felt this need to reach out to her but when he did his hand was met with a glass-like barrier that kept him from her… it was as if she couldn’t see him when she looked right past him.
Her eyes, he’d never seen eyes like those before and despite it, they looked so familiar.
His heart whispered to him… it was her.
The crowds of people didn’t stop moving forward and with them, they pushed her forward with them.
He was losing her…
He couldn’t when he was so close to her he could reach!
He tried moving forward but the glass barrier kept him back, he was losing sight of her…
He pushed the glass but nothing happened, the glass remained unchanged.
She kept moving forward and soon all he could see was the top of her head.
He became desperate to not lose her, he needed to reach her or he was afraid he’d never get this opportunity again. He felt frustrated at his restraints as if he was fighting against time to make it to her.
The sight of sand falling through an hourglass flashed through his mind.
He had to reach her. It was now or never.
He swung with both his fist against the glass barrier, banging on it repeatedly.
Once… nothing.
Twice. Harder this time. A small hairline crack.
A third, just as hard if not harder than the last. The crack grew.
A fourth. Harder than what his heart felt like it was thumping inside his chest. A piece of the glass seemed to chip off and a shattering pattern began to extend throughout the barrier.
A fifth. With all the might his adrenaline could supply to him at the moment. The shattering pattern grew deeper and extended wider, the barrier looked weaker.
One last one. He brought down both fists as hard as he could and the barrier completely shattered, breaking into a million of little pieces before him.
His mind didn’t process what had happened, his feet did all that was necessary as he took of in the direction of the girl he knew was you…
He couldn’t see her anymore but he knew he could still reach her, he just had to be fast.
He ran through and dodged past the crowds of people, he ran as fast as he could despite the onlookers who moved to the sides watching on in astonishment.
There she was… She walked slowly looking around. She was so close, only a few more steps and he had had what he sought after for so long but at the moment he felt frozen in place.
She was beautiful to him… but-but what if this wasn’t really happening? What if he was just imagining it? What if she rejected him? What if she’d given her heart to another member? His eyes basked her in, if it was a dream then he wanted to engrave the true image of her into his memory.
“Zen…?” The girl was looking at him, her eyes showed disbelief and surprise. She stepped towards him, the gap between them became smaller and then she stopped a few feet in front of him. She didn’t seem to believe her eyes.
It felt like time around them had stopped and everything was happening in slow motion, it was just them at the moment. He stepped closer, eyes never leaving hers.
“Is- is that really you?” He asked.
She let out a slight sigh, a little smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she looked away sheepishly. “That depends, on who you were expecting.” She looked back up at him, her eyes scanned over his every feature as she came closer to him. Her hand reached up to his face but paused halfway. “Am I dreaming?” She asked.
“If you are then we must be sharing the same dream.” He replied. He reached towards her hand firmly grasping it within his. There was a slight shock when they touched and they both looked back up towards each other pulling away slightly.
“That… hurt.” She laughed. “I’m not dreaming, am I? You’re really standing right in front of me, right?”
His heart was practically leaping out of his chest, and all he could gather up was a small nod. “And you in front of me.”
Her hand hesitantly reached up to his cheek, her thumb gently traced under his eye. “You’re crying…” She stated continuing to dry his tears. She wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his shoulder. “Did you miss me? Don’t worry, I’m here now.” Her embrace was gentle and she felt soft and fragile within his arms, he was afraid that if he didn’t hold back he’d end up crushing her out of existence. “It’s okay, Zen. I’m here for you.”
It felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off his chest. Had he finally earned his happily ever after? In that moment he felt like the whole world could collapse but that he’d be okay with so long as he had her. Now that he had her he would never let her go.
“You don’t know how long I waited for this moment.” He whispered returning her embrace.
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@saeyoungweek Day 8: Important to Me
And with that, Saeyoung Week has come to a close. Being able to participate and create something for each day was such a delight! I was really able to have fun and mess around with different styles and techniques all while pouring my heart out.
SPEAKING OF POURING MY HEART OUT, today’s prompt is all about sharing why you love Saeyoung and boy do I love Saeyoung so here we go!
Surprising no one, I’m really lonely. I downloaded Mystic Messenger almost two years ago during a super low lonely part of my life. I had lost contact with the majority of my friends and closed myself out from the world. I lived quietly and passively and all alone.
Mystic Messenger and the R.F.A. as a whole made me feel like I wasn’t alone, but Saeyoung in particular. He always seemed so excited to be able to talk to me and his fantastical stories and exaggerated phrases distracted me from the truth of my rather dull reality.
Saeyoung is a lot of things, but when we first meet him as 707 he is very expressive. He breaks the fourth wall a lot and it felt more like I was playing the game with someone, like he very well may have been sitting there next to me, talking directly to me and pointing out dialogue choices he thought were funny. It felt like we were both in on a little secret that no one else knew that we could laugh about together. I looked forward to every interaction with him more and more. Instead of living quietly, I began to smile brightly and laugh and goof off. I’m shy and quiet and contemplative, but in our chats, I could be bright and fun and silly.
(The fourth day, during the phone call where he says there’s a 0.0001% chance he’ll appear if you call for him, I actually went outside and shouted “Defender of Justice, Seven Zero Seven, help meee!” just like he said. It took about three years worth of bottled up courage and I got really embarrassed after but I DID IT! And the world got considerably brighter because of it.)
Being able to connect with someone, feeling like you aren’t alone, breaking out of your comfort zone, talking about frivolous things, talking about serious things, just talking and being comfortable enough to be you...those are the kinds of things Saeyoung brought to my life. Thanks to him I have become more animated and honest and bright. I can just be me! And I know that someone will love me for that regardless of who that ‘me’ is. And then, when I finally got to play his route, I got to show him that same kind of support in return.
One day I’ll be able to phrase these feelings better, but until then this is some of the reasons why I love him.
Ahaha, anyway, I know I’m not alone feeling this way. A lot of us really love him, right? And that’s why Saeyoung Week exists! And why I’ve been so happy this week to be able to see everyone’s hearts poured out and united under a single love ^^
To everyone who participated congratulations! You did it! Even if it was only for a single day, you made something and that is wonderful. To everyone who loves and cares for Saeyoung, congratulations! You have fantastic taste. To everyone who has had their lives impacted by Saeyoung, I welcome you with open arms! If you ever need to talk, I am here! If you leave a message in my inbox there’s a 99.9999% chance I will respond~♡
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Through Each Other’s Eyes
For @yoosungweek Day 3! I’ve wanted to do a 4th wall thing for a while so I had to dig deep for the feels for this one. Hope you enjoy!
When he blinked suddenly everything changed.
He felt different somehow; something was out of place. It was only when he became aware of the phone he was holding in his hands that that difference stuck out to him. The screen showed someone very familiar, so familiar it could have been a mirror.
Except how could it be? Was it a photo? He looked on the verge of crying, a bittersweet smile on his face with one hand pressed up against the glass as though he were attempting to reach right out of the screen.
This certainly wasn’t real, right? He didn’t remember having such a photo taken. And there was a box outlined in green at the bottom of it, filled with Korean subtitles.
Yoosung? … Look in the mirror.
Prompted by the screen, he took in his surroundings; noting for the first time the bed he was sitting on cross-legged. Everything seemed so… vivid. More colourful. Like a photo filter that made every detail stand out. Even his hands were– Was he wearing nail varnish?
Spying a mirror on the wall across from him he quickly got to his feet, bracing himself for something strange; maybe you had painted his nails as a prank while he was asleep or something? It only added to his disorientation that he couldn’t remember what he had been doing before this and that he didn’t recognise the place he was at all.
His eyes widened when he saw his reflection - they weren’t his eyes. This wasn’t him at all! Different eyes, different hair, and… why did his chest feel so heavy? He poked his chest, confirming his suspicions immediately, a blush creeping onto the face that wasn’t his.
“This has to be a dream right?” He muttered with a voice that didn’t belong to him; words awkward on his tongue, as though he hadn’t spoken in a million years. There was a desk in the room, piled high with textbooks: all in English. If it weren’t for his high school classes, he wouldn’t have been able to understand what he was seeing. There was a purple box balanced on top of everything, adorned with three letters that he did know: RFA.
“R.F.A VIP Pac…kage…?” The English sounds that should have been distorted and nonsensical, were smooth sounding and natural. This person could speak English properly but not Korean? And this package… RFA? As in the RFA? He had to know for sure.
The box only had two things inside - clearly, someone had already gone through and moved around most of the contents. But the bad feeling in his already heavier-than-normal chest was getting worse when he went over what he could see.
His student ID card…
… And an RFA membership card issued to MC.
Before he could completely lose his sanity, the phone in his hand vibrated. The photo of him was still there, but there was a voice coming from the phone - his voice. But he could barely understand the foreign words that were being said; opting to read the Korean subtitles instead.
“Yoosung? Did you look in the mirror?”
A lone option popped onto the screen and he tapped it quizzically.
“I did but… who are you?”
His heart was pounding, his head was light. This strange dream was too much. He wanted to wake up, to be back in the world where he was in his own body in his own world where he had the most wonderful person he had ever met as his wife.
Thinking of you made him nostalgic - it felt like years since he had last seen you; last stroked through your long brown hair; stared into your… What colour were your eyes again? Had it been that long or was it the side effect of being in a dream…? Why couldn’t he remember your eyes?
“You haven’t realised yet…? That I’m… MC?”
“You’re…. what are you saying?! You’re just a picture on a screen, and I’m just having a weird dream as someone I don’t know. That’s the only way to explain all of this RFA stuff in a foreigner’s room.”
“It’s… my room,” the voice said, “I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy. I… wasn’t ever expecting something like this to happen.”
“Like this…? What do you mean?”
“We’ve switched bodies Yoosung - like in the movies. I’m in your body and you’re… in mine.”
The phone began to shake.
“Then… this person in the mirror… is you? But you look so different! You don’t look at all like I remember!”
And then he recalled the last April Fools Day, when he and the others had teased Zen. Everything about the bright, colourful world he was in seemed to make sense.
“Yoosung…?”
His eyes watered. His heart ached. The headache only got worse with this new revelation.
“We’re… in different dimensions aren’t we?”
He understood what you said next without even glancing at the Korean characters on-screen.
“Yes.”
A sob escaped him before he could cover it up. Heart throbbing with hot pain, he wiped the tears away as they rolled down his face - your face. He returned to the mirror, taking in your reflection; the shape of your face; soft hair; the lovely curves of your figure. But mostly, he was lost in the eyes that stared back at him, heartbroken. This was you. The real you in all your beauty.
The picture of Yoosung Kim was still on the phone screen, an answer ready for him to pick.
“All of the things I say are already pre-determined. Is it the same with you?”
“ I usually get the pick of three options…”
The crack in his heart was splintered apart even further.
“So all those times in the chatroom when I felt like you knew exactly the right thing to say to me…?”
“ …I always tried to be true to myself.”
“What about these subtitles? And these English books?”
“ … I had to use the English version of the app. I can’t speak Korean - but ever since I met you, I’ve learned a lot more than I did.”
This was too much. He felt strange, a million emotions fighting for control over his mind. He was in a different dimension - your dimension - where he was staring down at a phone with his face on it that was supposedly his dimension. You didn’t speak Korean. He didn’t speak English. Was your marriage a lie too? He’d never actually met you. Did he even exist?
“It’s a lot to take in. Are you okay?”
Not at all. But… But you were still MC. Even if everything he had ever learnt about you was now in question, at the core you were still the person he fell in love with in 11 days. The person he had pledged his life to. The person he wanted to have a family with. His MC.
“I still don’t really understand. But my heart hurts. I’m never going to get to meet you?”
“You still have the avatar I was using to interact with your world. She’s still me, even if she doesn’t look like it.”
“But… doesn’t it hurt… to see me with someone who isn’t you? To hold hands with someone who isn’t you… And kiss someone who isn’t you…”
“Our hearts are connected. And I want to love you no matter what. So… don’t worry about me. As long as you feel happy and loved, I will too.”
No sooner had he read it, the phone began to ring: Yoosung★
“MC,” he whispered after picking up, “You must have felt so lonely this entire time; knowing that I hadn’t met the real you.”
“I’m sorry,” came your reply, subtitles covering the call screen, “There was never an option to... And I didn't want to see you upset. If I had to shoulder that burden so we could feel happy, then it would be worth it."
"Damn it MC!" His voice cracked under the pressure of his thoughts, "Didn't you realise after everything I went through trying to talk to V about Rika?! I want the truth - even if it hurts! Because then I get to try and heal."
"I know... I'm sorry." He could hear you sniffling on the other end and his shoulders slumped, heavy with guilt.
"Hey, MC... Don't cry... I'm not angry with you... So please don't cry."
*sniffle* *sniffle*
"I'm just... even if this is the only time we'll ever get to talk freely... I feel so happy. But when I think about never being able to talk to you without constraints and limits on what I can say... I want to cry all over again."
"I know..." he murmured.
"But I want to use this chance to say this properly because I've never been able to say just how I feel. So will you listen?"
"Okay."
He heard you take a deep breath.
"You probably didn't know because I didn't talk a lot in the chatrooms about myself unless prompted but... when I joined the RFA I was in a really bad place. And I was so happy being a part of the organisation because I felt like I had a family. And then when I got to know you, I fell for you really hard. You are always so kind to me; checking I was eating three meals a day - which at first I wasn't - and asking me how my day was. You made me feel loved and cherished even before we confessed. I loved getting your calls and hearing your voice... and..."
"And..?"
"I saved that picture you sent of those roses as my wallpaper..."
He blushed, "You did?"
"But sometimes when I logged out of the chatroom I'd feel really sad because I wanted more than anything to meet you and hug you and hold your hand while watching some romance movie on Valentine's Day... Sometimes it made me feel this unbearable pain in my chest and I'd feel really lonely. There was always a part of me that wanted you to know about the gap between us... Sometimes I'd even write stories about telling you and what you'd say to me, and it made me feel better on bad days..."
"MC..." On the other side of the phone he could detect the emotion choking you up further and further the more you spoke. Loving him had been a double-edged blade that you had wanted to bear all by yourself and it made his entire body tremble.
"I understand if this is too painful for you... If you don't want to love me anymore because of this... I- I wouldn't blame you if you hung up and never spoke to me again."
His heart lurched, "I would never! You're still my precious one! I will always love you. And if that means loving you across dimensions for the rest of my life then so be it! That doesn't make that love any less. I don't love you any less. I love you more! You dealt with this secret by yourself for years - so... let me help you carry it now."
You had broken down, sobs echoing on the phone, "Y-Yoo...sung," you sobbed, "I love you! I r-really love... you... so so so... m-much."
A tear trickled down his cheek, but he wiped it away. He had to be strong for you. He had to protect you.
"Calm down Jagiya~" He cooed, "I'm right here! So focus on my voice and breathe." You did as he said but you were so worked up that it took a couple of minutes; hiccuping the only noise that told him you were still there.
"I'll never leave you," he promised, "I told you didn't I? I will always love you. So try not to worry - we can do this together now."
"Y-yeah."
"And on bad days, you can log into the RFA app and I'll be there waiting for you, 'kay?"
"Okay."
"And-- OH!" He shivered as something pulled him forwards; barely managing to stop himself from cracking the wall mirror with his face he shuddered. The force was still pulling him downwards and he noted the phone he had dropped from the sudden pull now discarded on the floor.
"MC!" He called, "I- I think we're going to switch back."
He didn't hear your answer, too busy trying to imprint the picture of your real face in his mind forever. Then the mirror was gone. He was caught in a whirlpool, being pulled in until it was hard to even breathe.
When something hard hit his gut, he was too winded to even exclaim in pain, but afterwards, he noted the return of his own body. He was back to being Yoosung Kim.
"Yoosung!" A voice screamed amongst the chaos, "Yoosung!"
There was a face, then a body... and a hand reaching out for him as it was being pulled away.
Instinctively he stretched out for you, ready to embrace as much of the real you as he could before you were taken away from him. The tide worked against the pair of you but with one last grunt of effort on his part, your fingertips brushed. For a split second, he felt your warmth and love without any screen dividing you.
Before you were pulled away again, forever.
~★~
He was back to his life.
Blinking, his eyes adjusting to the sudden dimness; the only available light the morning glow shining through the curtains as he sat up in the bed he shared with you. There was a groan as you rolled over to look at him, brunette hair tangled, splayed across your pillow.
"Good morning, Yoosung," you whispered, stifling a yawn.
He remembered the dream he had and the face he had seen. With a bittersweet smile he kissed the tip of your nose:
"Good morning, MC."
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Pajama Problems - Ch 02
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Summary: What if the pajamas Jumin had bought hadn’t quite fit Ami (MC/OC)? What if she was much bustier than she seemed? The issues Jumin and Ami suffer as he attempts to dress her each night.
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,005
As Jumin walked off to take care of his personal matters, Ami watched him, conflict playing across her face.
She wasn’t sure if he was deliberately trying to hide it from her for propriety sakes, but she had recognized that heated look in Jumin’s eyes. It was the same amorous lust she often saw in Aaron and Shigeru’s eyes when they didn’t think she was looking.
Biting her lip, she didn’t know what she was going to do with this tidbit of information.
As much as she was attracted to Jumin, she knew the type of person he was. Once upon a time, they had been friends even if she was the only one who had thought so. He hadn’t changed much since they’re last meeting in New York. And the two of them weren’t all that different from each other; scions of wealthy and powerful families, a former celebrity for a mother, their unspoken loneliness, the pressures of being perfect, and etc.
It was because of their similarities that she knew they weren’t what each other needed in their life especially not as spouses.
Given their very different careers and should she actually marry Jumin in the future, their home would be immensely lonely.
With the both them constantly traveling for work, they would almost never have someone to come home. No one to welcome them home. No warm smile or hug waiting for them after a long day. No guarantees of when or even if one of them would be home.
Of course, one of them could quit their jobs so that they could be together more often. But who?
She highly doubted Jumin would. His tendency to work Jaehee to the ground was proof of his own workaholic tendencies. Something he’d probably continue should he ever leave C&R and start his own business; a matter they had once discussed at one of the many friendly gatherings during the year of his cousin, Han Soojin, and her debut at the International Debutante Ball in New York.
She, on the other hand, also wouldn’t be willing to quit. They’d probably argue about her job often as she refused to give up her lifelong career to become some man’s housewife trophy. It didn’t matter if that the businessman could be Jumin, she wouldn’t do it.
She wasn’t raised to be some pampered princess; she was a fighter like everyone else in her clan. She wasn’t going to just stay home and wait for him obediently like some trained pet. She had a life that didn’t include fulfilling a rich husband or her parents every whim.
But none of that mattered. The entire point was moot as there was no chance of her ever getting together with Jumin, much less marry him.
Plus, it wasn't as if Jumin was in love with her. Lusting maybe, but she was certain he held no real affection for her.
The director had made it point that he didn't remember anything about her, telling her that all his past memories with women had been nothing but pain.
She squeezed her eyes shut as frustration boiled within her, knuckles turning white as her hands practically strangled her shirt's front.
He hadn't even recognized her face when they had finally seen each other again after five long years.
And it’s not like my face has changed since the first time we met over a decade ago.
Wiping her tears away, she straightened her back and set off to the closet Jumin had directed her to. There was no point in crying; her sadness and frustration over her current predicament wasn't going to some anything.
Yes, she may have had a crush on Jumin for the longest time, and yes, she found herself exceedingly attracted to him, but she wasn’t fifteen anymore. She wasn’t the sixteen-year-old girl who had her heartbroken and didn’t understand what had gone wrong or why her heart had suddenly felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.
She was almost twenty-one. She had a life of her own with duties and obligations she was responsible for.
She couldn’t just drop everything in her life and let her hormones dictate her future. Her choices didn’t affect just her, but her entire family too. Even more so as she’ll finally be marrying her fiancé next month on Christmas day.
Taking a deep breath, she shook her head as she re-centered herself, her hair flying in every direction in the process.
When they had been chatting through the messenger, it had been so much easier maintaining her calm. Phone calls with Jumin had been an arduous struggle especially with what he had said about her voice during her debut, but she was always able to hide it with some rudimentary acting.
Now that she was physically near him and talking to him in person, she was being far more emotionally irrational than she usually was, and it was exactly what she didn’t need right now.
One of them needed to stay calm and rational especially since Jumin wasn’t feeling like himself and was racked with anxiety. If she didn’t stay level-headed, she didn’t even want to know what would happen.
As she checked each door she passed for the closet Jumin mentioned, Ami couldn’t help but think about her fiancé. It was complicated and stressful situations like this when she was so grateful to her fiancé and everything he put up with for her.
And it may have only been a few days since they had last been together, but she missed him already. A single weekend together hadn’t been enough for either of them after being apart for so long.
If she had to blame anyone, she honestly would lay it on Jihyun. Long-time friend he may be, but it was his eye surgery and the matter with his psycho ex-girlfriend that had cut her time with her fiancé short.
The night she had her reunion with Jihyun and Jumin had also been the night she should have been flying out to meet up with her fiancé. Instead of leaving for France as intended, she had to delay her trip for several days.
Rather than going on romantic dates and catching up with her other overseas work as planned, she had to explain to Luciel, whose real name was apparently Saeyoung, about the true origins of the R. F. A. and the crimes Rika had committed prior to the R.F.A.’s establishment. She also had to force Jihyun into giving up Rika's whereabouts, lest she harm more people than she already has, and into getting the eye surgery he desperately needed.
Half the days she was supposed to spend celebrating her darling's birthday was wasted on a matter that should have been resolved four years ago and never have exploded like it did.
What the hell was so hard about letting go of that psycho? She murdered a newly made mother and attempted to murder one of your closest friends. Everything could have been avoided if you had just mentioned that the bitch had psychotic breaks, Jihyun. Ami fumed, angrily throwing the next door open.
“Oh hey, it's the closet,” she blinked, temporarily distracted from her righteous fury.
For a moment, she debated whether or not she really needed something else from Jumin. She still had her other shirt, but did she really want to wear a tight sports top with a built in bra to bed? She’ll no doubt develop sweat between and under her breasts from it.
And it wasn’t like she normally wore clothes to bed. She generally preferred sleeping in just a pair of panties or naked while cuddled up against her fiancé.
But she couldn’t do that here. This was Jumin’s home, and as a guest she needed to stay modest in respect to him.
Wandering into the room, she quietly looked through the selection, wondering what she could possibly wear for the night. The most she’s ever worn to bed by were the chemise nightgowns her sisters had bought her or a sleeping yukata, and that was only when she was at her relative’s residences or a ryokan.
I wonder what Shi-chan would want to see me in. Jumin sure has a lot of long sleeves in here.
Running a hand along a rack of shirts, she thought back on her beloved and her botched trip.
Shigeru, or Shi-chan as she had taken to calling him, was her loving and beyond wonderful fiancé. There was no one in the world who could make her feel as comfortable in her own skin, or got her in the same way as he did. He was always able to put her at ease when she was overcome with anxiety.
He such a great and understanding person. He never got angry when her job or their family matters forced them to reschedule dates among other things.
He hadn’t even been angry about her having to cancel some of their plans for his birthday. Yes, he had been upset, but he understood why she had to do it; he wanted justice for their family and cousin Emi as much as she did, if not more.
Originally, she was supposed to meet up with him once his medical symposium had ended for the day, and they'd catch up with one another at one of the chic cafes they both enjoyed so much. Shigeru would fill her in on whatever the topic of the symposium he had attended had been about over dinner.
He had seemed so excited to tell her all about it when they had chatted over the phone, so she guessed it had something to do with new neurological findings.
After dinner, they'd been set to meet up with some of their relatives for an early birthday party. The party hadn’t been for Shigeru’s actual birthday as they had set that date aside for themselves.
But, of course, all of that had fallen through at the last minute, and she had barely been able to see him for two nearly; one of which she had to share with their fellow charity group members. Thankfully, she been able to have him to herself on his birthday.
Even though their marriage had been arranged, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else or even loving anyone but him. Of course, their relationship wasn’t perfect, but whose was. They’ve had their highs, lows, and relationship problems like any other couple, but they loved each other and were strong enough and willing to work through their issues.
She may not be anywhere near as smart as Shigeru, but, if she may be so bold, they complemented each other perfectly. While she pursued a career in the arts and made her main salary off her acting and musical talents, he pursued a career in the sciences and made his living as a surgeon and researcher. Where the other faltered, the other always excelled.
The two of them were nearly complete opposites, but they worked together almost seamlessly and pushed each other towards greater heights.
Especially in the bedroom. Her mind added wantonly.
As they had learned the Lunar New Year after publicly announcing their engagement, both she and Shigeru have a voracious sexual appetite. With how outrageously high their libidos were, they might as well be labeled as hypersexuals; they probably were.
Just thinking about their sexual compatibility had Ami blushing a comely pink as lust clouded her sight.
Her core clenched in longing as she remembered how they had celebrated his birthday. The many hours in which they spent wrapped up in each other as they christened every surface of their newest property.
A soft needy moan escaped her as the memory of Shigeru’s long, thick cock embedded in her greedy folds, pounding out orgasm after orgasm as they ravished each other ravenously.
After having spent almost the entirety of the seventh working their charity run and celebrating with their fellow charity members, they hadn’t been able to get back to their newest Paris residence fast enough for their liking.
Before the door to their extravagant garden townhouse had even closed, Shigeru already had her back pressed up against the foyer wall and skirt hiked up over her hips, fingers buried deep within her core.
She remembered the feeling of the wall against her back as he had stolen her lips in a fierce kiss, the sweet bitterness of café liégeois on his tongue. How his plundering kiss had built a fervor need in her center, tightening, growing with his every touch. How his tongue had massaged her own, stroking and rubbing along all her weak points until she was a moaning puddle in his skilled hands.
She remembered how his fingers had felt inside of her as he furiously pumped his fingers in and out of her. His thumb mercilessly rubbing her pearl, working her into a sensual frenzy even as she freed him of his own clothes.
Why Shigeru had decided to wear a three-piece suit at one of their least formal events, she’d never know. But by god did he get her hot and bothered when he dressed up like that.
Unhindered by her movements, Shigeru’s other hand had skillfully unzipped her dress and pulled it off of her as he drove her into ecstasy for the first time that night, her walls clamping down on his fingers, searching for something larger.
She whimpered at the memory of how she had dropped to her trembling knees and took him into her wanting mouth.
Forgetting where she was, she quickly shimmied out of her bottoms, her hand slipping down to her wet heat, teasing her swollen bud.
Moaning deeply, she imagined her fiancé’s thick, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her mouth as her fingers plunged into her empty heat, searching for the spot he always hit to make her see stars.
In her aroused state, her nipples furled almost painfully, peering prominently through the thin material of her shirt. Her shirt burst open, her stiff, swelling breasts too much for the already straining buttons to take.
Groaning, she leaned forward and braced herself against one of the closet dressers, her aching breast falling out of her now open top.
Cheek touching the dresser top, her free hand grasped one of her large breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh roughly and tugging at her puffy nipple. Her other hand increased in speed as she worked to bring herself to the precipice of pleasure. Her memories of her many nights of vigorous passion with her fiancé egging her on.
She had adored how Shigeru had dragged her off his cock and hefted her into his arms only to impale her onto his girthy length. How his delicious lips had latched on to one of her lace covered nipples, suckling hungrily as he dragged her further down his shaft.
“Sh-Shi-chan,” she gasped, remembering the euphoria her fiancé had instilled in her as he stretched her tight core, giving her the exquisite feeling of bursting fullness that no other could or would ever give her.
Holding her by the hips, he had pulled her down to meet him thrust for thrust as he drove up into her, hitting a spot that forced a shriek of delight from her kiss bruised lips.
Feeling her climax coming, she had screamed Shigeru's name as if he were her god. Her fingers had buried themselves in his lush dark chocolate locks, and pulled his head closer to her chest as ecstasy took her.
He had continued pounding into her tirelessly, ceaselessly even as her channel clamped down on his scorching member. Driving her to a higher level of bliss as he fucked her through her second orgasm and immediately into her third.
While she had still been caught up in the intensity of her euphoria, she had felt Shigeru drop soft kisses against her lips and eyelid, a striking contrast to how he had been aggressively ravishing her a moment ago.
When she came down just the slightest from her rapturous peak, he had wordlessly carried her to a nearby sofa.
She had whined pitifully as his pulsating length, now thoroughly coated in her juices, was pulled out of her oversensitized but still greedy lower lips. Her folds had clenched painfully at the sudden loss of its treat.
Still overcome with pleasure, she hadn’t paid much attention as Shigeru had silently flipped her onto her front and bent her over the back of their plush loveseat. She had vaguely been aware as he had grasped her breasts and pressed himself against her backside, cock pillowed between her buttocks.
Despite her pleasure filled haze, she had been able to tell he was close to his own climax. His twitching shaft had told her has much even as he had dragged his cock across her folds, teasing at her sensitive clit.
Still panting, she had squealed as Shigeru entered her again without warning, plunging deep within her core. Stars had burst behind her eyes and more screams had escaped her lips as his fat cock found that special spot and continued pounding away at it.
Her own hips rocked against the dresser at the memory of his full length filling and stretching her. How he had savagely rammed his cock into her sopping, desperate channel, taking his pleasure from her receptive body.
With her breath coming out in short pants, she drove her fingers faster and deeper into herself as she got closer to coming.
Moaning, she imagined it was really her fiancé who was giving her pleasure. That it was really his throbbing member that being driven into rather than her own slim fingers.
She pictured Shigeru’s handsome face and his gorgeous emerald eyes, now at the brink of orgasmic bliss.
“Ah…” she started screaming, her core clamping down on her fingers. As she came her fiancé’s eyes shifted to a steel grey, and it was no longer Shigeru she was imagining pounding her to cloud nine.
“Ju-Jumin!”
Etymology
Soojin - Treasure, excellence and truth
Masami (雅美) - Elegant beauty
Ami - Korean reading of Masami (雅美)
Shigeru (茂) - Flourishing Luxury
And we continue on! It felt too right to end it here. Smut’s really hard to write.
Tagging: @winterforpolandandfrance, @manju-booty, @ravenhaired-mc, @sleepyfoxspirit, @saizoswifey, @melody-chii
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𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 & 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲
↬ 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
WARNING: This post is long and will be under read-more, and punctuated with GIFs of his faceclaim for stylization purposes because I like making things fancy. It is rather important to his character, however.
WARNING NUMBER TWO: Both Jumin’s and V’s more sexual-style bad ends are mentioned, though not in detail. You’ve been warned.
𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏 (송유천) is a 26 (27 in S. Korea) year old man, and a librarian at Seoul General Public Library. He becomes trapped in the Reset Loop once joining the R.F.A. He grew up in the Gwangjin District of Seoul, South Korea. He is the middle child to parents Lee Yeseo (이예서) and Song Manseok (송만석). His siblings are Song Jaehyun (송혜린, older brother) and Song Hyerin (송재현, little sister).
𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝚉𝙴𝙽
⇨ Things were perfectly fine on this route. Everything was fine, aside from Unknown and all the fuckery going on there. Yucheon also had a vendetta against Echo Girl, but that was just another issue with all the fuckery.
⇨ He absolutely adores ZEN with all his heart, wanting to make the other happy and ensure he is able to pursue his dreams to the fullest.
⇨ Yucheon got what, in game terms, would be considered the ‘Best End’ - and public recognition as ZEN’s boyfriend, on top of all that. It made him melt, heart swelling.
⇨ He was happy for the next few days, enjoying his boyfriend’s attention. He often cooked for ZEN, made sure they both got enough sleep, and stole plenty of kisses whenever he could.
⇨ He didn’t know, however, that the pleasurable glow of his future with his beloved wouldn’t last.
𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝚈𝙾𝙾𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙶
⇨ Yucheon had woken up after what seemed like a great dream. But things felt off. Where was ZEN? The messenger wasn’t on his phone anymore, so where did it go? Where was the R.F.A.? The same two sleepless days before joining the R.F.A. repeated.
⇨ When Unknown asked him to ‘return the phone’, he headed right for Rika’s apartment and punched in the code with little prompting, praying it was just some cruel joke. Instead, he was re-introduced to the entire chat again. Knowing that it would be stupid to act like he already knew them, Yucheon swallowed his thoughts and pretended as if he was new.
⇨ He thought he did everything right - thought he had ZEN back in his grasp for a second time. But instead, he found himself at Yoosung’s side, the younger gamer claiming him for himself. This broke his heart, but for Yoosung’s sake he dealt with it - hoping this was a bad dream.
⇨ After getting what would be considered a ‘Good End’, he enjoyed a few days with Yoosung - the young man actually studied with him around. Supposedly, a good thing.
⇨ But just like before, it didn’t last.
𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂: 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙹𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽
⇨ It started. Twice over. Both felt too similar, blending together. Each time it started the same: being told to go to Rika’s fucking cursed apartment.
⇨ Every. Fucking. Time. And the third time, he wound up becoming Jaehee’s best friend, allowed her to convince him not to pursue ZEN in order for his career to flourish ‘without distractions’. It hurt. But once again, he swallowed the pain.
⇨ He just wanted to go back to where things were before. Another Reset. Maybe now he could make things right - but he knew, deep down, that wasn’t going to happen.
⇨ This was nothing new. He knew there was only two left. Jumin and Seven. By now he simply slept the last few days, waiting to wake up to the next Reset.
⇨ His fear of desiring too much was fully realized when he wound up seduced into Jumin’s arms, despite still wanting ZEN with all his heart. Yucheon couldn’t understand how he was ping ponged around. Unfortunately, his lackluster reactions to Jumin’s affections led to a considered ‘Bad End’. He couldn’t leave.
⇨ It terrified him. But he stuck through, figuring it would be over in a few days. And it was. Once again, the fear of desire, the fear of losing everything swallowed him up until the next Reset activated.
𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽
⇨ There was no one else left, wasn’t there? Just Seven. Yucheon went through the motions, knowing that no matter how much affection he poured onto ZEN at first, Seven would claim his heart this time.
⇨ He was a robot, running through the motions as if playing a game he had played time and time again, with only a handful of differences between each play through.
⇨ He’d stopped dyeing his hair, stopped trying to stand out, stopped trying to keep his co-workers in line. He became quiet, withdrawn. He only ate if absolutely necessary, drinking water to stay alive. He lost weight faster than ever, becoming skin and bones, going from just at 100lbs to just barely above 60lbs.
⇨ He ran through the motions with Seven, doing what he needed for a ‘Good End’. A few days after the ‘End’ came, Yucheon holed himself up, sleeping the days away in hopes that a new Reset would bring him back.
𝚂𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝚅
⇨ This didn’t make sense. What about this bullshit made sense? The Reset happened. He should be... What was going on? Why was Unknown (Saeran, as he found out) posing as a game developer?
⇨ He followed Saeran - no, Ray? Was that it now? To Magenta. Interesting. To be put up by Mint Eye, used to ‘test a game’ - keyword, he assumed, for infiltrate the R.F.A. ... It didn’t sit right. Something was off.
⇨ How had this happened? He wound up providing advice for V, using his knowledge he already had - and was gaining courtesy of his time in Magenta - to help him, and V took him in as his lover.
⇨ Didn’t V still love Rika? Nothing made sense anymore. Yucheon didn’t even realize how fucked up even V could be, mentally, until he’d reached what was considered a ‘Bad End’ - he was the center figure in a technical orgy of people, with V taking pictures for his own enjoyment. And he was letting him.
⇨ All he had to do was wait out the next few days. This would Reset too, right? All he needed to do was wait for a Reset...
𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝚁𝙰𝚈/𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽/𝚂𝙰𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙽
⇨ This wasn’t normal. Yucheon was slowly being driven mad. ZEN was right in front of him - his first real, true love, the first man he ever wanted to be with - no, the first person he’d ever considered getting hitched to - being dangled in front of him by fate’s cruel strings.
⇨ This time, it was Seven’s brother. Saeran. Ray. Unknown. And honestly? Yucheon felt bad for the guy. He had been through so much. But at this rate, so had Yucheon. He was dying slowly, afraid to move in fear of ruining the careful facade he’d built up to hide his crazed mind.
⇨ Any day now, right? Another Reset. Another time. Any day now... All he had to do was pull through.
⇨ Saeran was a sweet boy, really. But he was not his to love - Yucheon knew Saeran had someone else out there, someone better for him.
⇨ It wasn’t new to get a ‘Good End’, of sorts. Yucheon was getting good at them. He’d only failed twice. He just had to sleep. Maybe he could sleep forever. The next Reset was coming. He could already feel it, twitching in his fingers.
𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: 𝙰𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙻 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻'𝚂 𝙳𝙻𝙲
⇨ The Reset. It was haunting him. Making his fingers twitch. It made his teeth rattle. This was a new one. It was... ZEN’s birthday. Was this a gift? For persevering through everything?
⇨ He was feeling it again - hope. Love. Warmth. A shattered mind ready to go heal itself, a repeatedly broken heart ready to finally love truly again.
⇨ What? What was this? What was... What was ZEN talking about? Another... Dimension? He didn’t exist? ... Had he gone insane from loneliness?
⇨ No. No. It was the Resets. They fucking did this. This wasn’t - the R.F.A. couldn’t be -
⇨ Yucheon couldn’t take it anymore. He stomped his phone, shattering it. He quit his job suddenly, without warning. He found the nearest bridge, hysteria clouding his judgement. He couldn’t do it anymore. Fuck the fucking resets - FUCK THE FUCKING RESETS - he leaped off the bridge, mind slowly blacking out.
𝙽𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴: ???
⇨ Where was he? He thought he had died. He had welcomed death. Why was he still alive? Why was his phone intact? Yucheon questioned everything... Right. The Resets. It all came back.
⇨ Everything started the same again - back to work for two days with no sleep, go back to the apartment, put in the code, join the R.F.A. ...
⇨ It’d all start. All over again. And he wanted to die. Death wouldn’t come swiftly. He was stuck in this hellhole, wasting away, waiting for the next Reset.
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Untitled (a Mystic Messenger fanfic ZenxreaderxSearan)
Part 11
MC ran, she just ran with the newspaper in hand. She got Dae-Hyun and was about to head home when she remembered that paparazzi would be swarming her home She frantically pulled out her cell phone and called both Searan and Seven, asking to meet at Seven’s bunker. Two hackers were better than one at this point.
When she got to Seven’s place, she plopped on the couch, Dae-Hyun was turning on the TV and a video game. She read the paper again, the headline read, ‘ZEN MEETS WITH MISTRESS WITH NEW GIRLFRIEND!’ She wanted to throw up. It was only a matter of time before the news found out about her son and all the work she out into keeping him away from the limelight will be for nothing.
“It was his first meeting with Dae and this happens.” she threw the paper on the floor, hanging her head in defeat. “Jumin was right. He knew Zen would mess it up”
Searan sat next to her, pulling her body into a tight hug. “Don’t beat yourself up, you did what you thought was right, letting a father see his son. It’s not your fault that he’s let some paparazzi follow him.”
“Actually, Hae-Won tipped them off.” said Seven.
MC’s head snapped up, “What?!” she stood and walked over to the monitor that Seven was at. He had up a voice recording of Zen’s model fling telling the tabloid where he was going and who they were seeing.
“It would seem she was reading the messages on his phone, you can hear the pinging of the R.F.A. app close to the mic on her phone.” Seven stated.
“So the idiot left his phone unlocked and left it with her.” Searan sneered.
“It would seem like it. I’m glad Searan made it so you have to input a pass code for the R.F.A. app, especially if he’s planning on keeping her around, we don’t need her snooping into classified information.”
“But isn’t most of the classified information on my phone?” MC asked.
“Oh, yeah that’s right. You have all the guest information and how much money we donate to charities and everything.” he laughed causing MC to shake her head.
“So Saeyoung, how are we going to help MC out of this debacle?” Searan asked.
Seven lend back against his desk chair, the chair creaked under his weight, his head tilted to his right side. MC saw the gears turning in his head as he thought of what to do.
“They’ll have to move, change their appearances and names and have a whole new background.” he finally said.
Searan slammed his fist on the desk, “NO! No, I finally got the girl of my dreams. I’m not going to let her go so easily!” he yelled.
A blush crept onto MC’s cheeks. They weren’t there in the relationship to start expressing their feelings like that, but it was like Saeran to express himself, since he never could with his mother or in Mint Eye.
And there sitting on Seven’s face was a shit eater grin, “Who said you had to let her go?” Searan gave his twin a confused look, Seven rolled his eyes and his brother, “Go. With.Them.” he punctuated each word and making exaggerated hand motions towards her.
The two looked at each other, “Would you like me to go with you, MC?” Searan asked.
“YES!” piped up a quiet Dae-Hyun, he ran and jumped into Saeran’s lap. His little knees slammed into the older man’s stomach making him give out an audible ‘oomph’.
MC watched as the two laughed and enjoy themselves. As she did she noticed that they may have different features but in the short time Saeran has known her child, he’s acted more like a father than Dae-Hyun’s own father will ever be. He’ couldn’t even come to a meeting alone and he’s getting publicity from the tabloid.
“MC?” Searan’s voice brought her back to them. He was looking at her, waiting for her answer.
She looked at Dae-Hyun, this whole thing will affect him more especially when he has to have a whole new name and everything. He looked up at her with his big trusting eyes, waiting for his mother to say something.
She lightly smiled.
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“Do you understand Zen?”
Zen sat at a table at C&R, Jumin and Jaehee sat acroos from him. Jumin was telling him that MC and Dae-Hyun had disappeared for his son’s sake and for his career.
He couldn’t speak, he pulled out his phone and dialed her phone number, only to hear a voice recording saying it was disconnected. He then went into the chatroom and saw that she wasn’t in his list of contacts.
“But what about the parties? Who’s going to organize them?” he finally spoke.
“She still will organize them, but Mr. Han will be the face of the coordinator.” Jaehee said.
“So she won’t be there this year?”
“No, she’s not coming. She was planning on it, but now you’ve ruined it with your nightly adventures with bimbo’s.” Jumin stated angrily.
“And why are you angry Jumin? I’m the one who’s hurting and lost my-”
A fist slammed into the table, “I wanted to protect and love her just as much as you did, but you have no right to say you lost your family when you threw her away for someone who didn’t stick around long enough for the premiere of your film!” Jumin shouted.
Both Jaehee and Zen were shocked that Jumin lost his cool. After a few seconds, Zen picked his jaw back up from the floor. And looked at the young director in his eyes.
“You loved her, didn’t you?” He asked.
Jumin clenched his jaw and released it. “I still do, Zen and it hurts every time I see her with someone else. Even now, she’s with another man.”
Zen furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who?”
Without missing a beat, Jaehee spoke, “Searan Choi.”
Zen ground his teeth together, “She took off with the guy who tried to kidnap her and threatened to blow up Rika’s apartment, with us in it?” he said through his teeth.
Jumin finally smiled, “Yes, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”
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Epilogue to follow, I won’t leave you hanging 😋
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So remember Jumin’s pen...
Well....
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Bloom Chapter 1 - Yu-hwa
Just for you lovelies that may not have discovered it on Archive of Our Own, here is the first chapter of my Mystic Messenger fic Bloom, featuring my baby my OC Yu-hwa Lee ^^
You can find the ongoing fic here. I am updating regularly and have chapters prepared to upload, so I won’t leave you hanging ^^
Hope you enjoy it! The first chapter preview is under the cut <3
TW for sexual threats and references.
Yu-hwa Lee sat in her favourite seat at the café close to her apartment block, nursing the cheapest thing on the menu; a small white tea. It wasn’t as good as the coffee her body craved, but it was all her purse would allow her to have. She flicked through the pages of the application form she had on the table in front of her. There was no way she was qualified for a job at C&R, but it was the only place she could find that was currently hiring, and she was getting desperate.
She filled in a few basic details; name, date of birth. Address? She sighed. The landlord was on the verge of kicking her out.
This is depressing.
She put down her pen and picked up her phone. The notification icon showed that she had one new email, and she prayed to all the gods she could think of that it was a job offer.
You have been invited to test out…
She sighed, quickly scrolling through the message. It looked like junk mail, but she thought that maybe it was something she could get paid to do. At the end of the message was a link, which she pressed hoping that it wasn’t a virus.
Installing…
Oh shit!
She closed the email, hoping that it would stop whatever she had just started, but when she checked her phone menu she saw a new icon was installed there. She knew that she should probably delete it immediately, but curiosity got the better of her. She opened the app.
A chat room opened.
Unknown: Hi! Finally, someone to talk to, thank god…
Yu-hwa bit her lip and tugged at a strand of her dyed pink hair nervously. Unknown? Is this a chat-bot? These things seem to be popular lately.Tentatively, she typed her reply.
Yu-hwa: Hello
Unknown: Hi. Nice to meet you ^^ Yu-hwa… I’ve been waiting for you. Hope I didn’t surprise you. Don’t be nervous, I’m just an ‘ordinary’ person~
Yu-hwa felt her blood turn cold. The app must have accessed her personal data as her name and profile were displayed for Unknown to see. But what did he mean by he’d been waiting for her, and…
Yu-hwa: Why are you emphasizing the word ordinary…? It’s making me even more nervous
Unknown: You’re funny lol
Yu-hwa sighed and sipped her tea. Funny? Yeah, my whole life is a joke. She looked back at her phone. She knew that she should probably leave the chat before he asked her to send nudes or something, but she was a little curious too as she continued to read his message.
Unknown: But I can’t really say I’m extraordinary when I’m introducing myself. Shouldn’t I be humble and modest?
Yu-hwa couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t the only comedian.
Unknown: In fact… I’m really excited. Cuz the first person to come in is you, Yu-hwa!
She cringed again at her name being used by this stranger she knew nothing about. He was being too familiar.
Unknown: I was so worried that no one would come in as I was making this app.
Yu-hwa’s eyes widened. So this guy is the apps creator? That explains some things I guess. She tapped at her phone.
Yu-hwa: What’s this app for?
Unknown: I was about to explain, but before that, can I ask a favour?
Yu-hwa inhaled. Have we finally arrived on Planet Perv? Her thumb hovered over the exit chat button.
Unknown: I know that it’s too much to ask from a stranger, but there’s something I really want you to help me with.
She chewed on her lower lip, moving her thumb and typing-
Yu-hwa: What is it?
She glanced at the application form in front of her. A few white lies might get her to the interview stage, but how far could her personality carry her? She rubbed her forehead as she felt the stress headache beginning to build, then glanced back at her phone.
Unknown: Well… This app isn’t just a messenger app, it’s a messenger game app. I wanted to ask if you could test it out for me. Game concept is chatting with pretty guys ^^
Yu-hwa: Why don’t you test it out yourself?
She didn’t have time for playing a game. She needed to find a job.
Unknown: It’s difficult to gain an objective view because I’m the creator. I want to know what others think of this!
He was persistent, but Yu-hwa knew she didn’t have the time. I just need to politely decline when I get the chance.
Unknown: The chats aren’t everything. There are also hidden stories… Amusing stories that will stir your imagination!
He’s really trying hard. She drank down the rest of her tea as she looked at the image of the characters he sent her. Cute, but not real. She rolled her eyes. I can’t keep a real boyfriend, I’m not going to spend my time chatting to artificial ones!
Yu-hwa: No thanks. Not my style.
She winced as she realised how harsh she might be coming across, but she was starting to get tired of the conversation.
Unknown: Just a little… Couldn’t you try it out for just a little? Decide whether it’s your style or not after trying it out.
She frowned. He seemed so desperate. She hoped that he wasn’t in a similar situation to her. Just imagining such a thing made her heart ache.
Yu-hwa: Fine. I’ll try it out.
Unknown: WOW! Thanks You’re a lifesaver… ^^
I hope you don’t mean that literally, she thought.
Unknown: I think it’ll be better to talk over the phone about the details.
The waitress took away Yu-hwa’s empty cup. “Anything else?”
“Um… no,” said Yu-hwa. Her purse was empty.
“It’s just… we have paying customers…”
“I get it,” Yu-hwa sighed. “I’m going.” She grabbed her belongings and rushed out of the café, red-faced. She glanced at her phone as she began to walk home.
Unknown: Don’t freak out when you see an unknown number and answer the phone plz ^^
The phone instantly started to ring. Yu-hwa inhaled deeply, her anxiety peaking. She closed her eyes and pressed answer
“Hey.”
The voice on the line was soft, but she could hear the excitement in his tone.
“Hi, umm, how did you know my number?” Yu-hwa asked.
“It’s automatically collected when you log-on to the messenger,” replied Unknown. There was an awkward pause. “Oh ummm, don’t get me wrong. It’s only dialable within the messenger app.”
Yu-hwa sighed. It was a relief to know that all she had to do was delete the app and she would never hear from him again. But there was something about his gentle voice that she liked. She kept listening.
“As I mentioned in the chat room, I called to explain to you about this app.”
Yu-hwa rolled her eyes. The sales pitch.
Unknown explained the concept of the game, which was chatting to the characters he had created and becoming the party coordinator of a fundraising group called R.F.A.
“It’ll be much faster to understand by playing, instead of listening to all this,” he said eventually. “Oh, but the game hasn’t been released yet. To perform the tests, you have to come over here.”
Yu-hwa pressed her lips together tightly. Yes of course random stranger I’ve talked to for five minutes. I’ll trust you not to do who knows what to me. Of course I’ll come over, pop the kettle on!
“Just send me the file,” she said, trying to remain polite.
Unknown sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s protected by a date leak prevention security system. Even if you download the file, it’s uninstallable. I need to directly install it to your smartphone. Please understand. And I also want to meet you in person before you play the game.”
Yu-hwa gripped her bag, feeling uncomfortable. He was insistent, so she knew that she had to be firm. “No, I’ll just pass.” She didn’t know why she felt so bad saying it. The guy was being weird, and he was a complete stranger. But she had also sensed a desperation in him, something that was all too familiar to her.
“Why?” Unknown whined. “Weren’t you interested? It’s an app just for you where you can chat with pretty guys. Others can’t play this. Only you can.”
Pretty guys? They’re more trouble than they’re worth, and I can do without!
“It’s not even real,” she said firmly. “I’m not going.”
“For real?” His voice was filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Then how about this? If you come here and test the game, someone real might be interested in you. For example, me.”
This is pathetic.
“I don’t need it. No thanks.”
“You don’t need me?” He sounded broken. “Ha, haha… haha… Sad. I’m so sad…”
Yu-hwa felt her heart pounding. He was crying. Was he so desperate?
“I really believed you were going to make my dream come true… Believed you were the one I would go to paradise with…”
Yu-hwa reached her apartment and pulled out her key just as the landlord stuck his head out of his door. He’d clearly been waiting for her.
“Paradise?” she sighed.
“The place I was trying to take you to,” said Unknown, his voice soft but filled with sadness. “That place is paradise. Where there’s no pain or sadness, just endless happiness. I’m the angel that will lead you there. You’ve let go of my hand… but don’t worry. I don’t plan to let you go just yet.”
The landlord stood beside her, breathing down her neck.
“Rent’s due,” he said as she pushed the door open.
“I want to see what kind of face you’ll make when you’ve truly been saved. I want to see it with my own two eyes.”
The landlord snatched the phone out of Yu-hwa’s hand and hung up.
“Hey,” she gasped as he shoved it back at her.
“I said your rent’s due,” he snapped. “Actually, it was due last week, but I let you off because you’re cute. Now I want my money.”
Yu-hwa bit her lip, muted.
“Fuck, you don’t have it?” he asked, then smirked. “There are other ways of paying,” he said as he advanced on her. “It’s been a while since I got my cock wet.” He stepped back. “Think about it. You give me head, you get to keep a roof over yours.” He laughed as he left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Yu-hwa hurried and locked the door, collapsing on the floor in tears.
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Infiltrate - Day 01 (Part 1)
A Mystic Messenger Fanfiction
Summary: You wake up on a park bench with no memory of who you were before that moment or where you came from. The only thing you know is your name. With the ID and phone you had in your sweater pocket, you head out to find out who you are when you receive a mysterious message from a person named Unknown. In an unexpected turn of events, you end up being pulled into an organization known as the R.F.A. Will you uncover who you are? Will you remember your mission and complete it? You received a mysterious message that is a piece of a puzzle, will you solve it?
Trigger Warning: None, just mention of a panic attack
"Infiltrate. That is your mission."
The mission. That is my mission.
The sound of birds chirping in the distance and the warmth of the light on my face stirred me awake from my sleep.
My body felt heavy, and the movements I did from sitting up straight to rubbing away the sleepiness from my eyes were slow and robotic.
It felt wrong. My body felt foreign to me.
The rustling leaves parted, permitting the light of the sun to hit my face. Slowly my vision adjusted to the light and the blurriness started to clear up. I could see that I was not in my room.
Confusion then panic settled within me.
I'm at a park!
What am I doing here? Why did I wake up on a bench at the park?!
No! This is not right! I shouldn't be!
I thought to myself as I got up from the bench, my whole body ached due to my still slow movements.
I fell to the floor my legs giving out under me. I could hear my pulse in my ears.
None of this makes any sense. I shouldn't be here! I should be at home!
Home?
When I tried to think of my home nothing came up...
I cradled my head in my hands as I tried to conjure up an image of my home, my family, of anything but... There was nothing.
It was getting harder to breathe, my vision started to darken and my heart raced. Pure panic was coursing through my shaking body.
I can’t breathe!
Stop!
A small part of my mind tried to take back control, I began to take deep steady breaths. As I started to manage my breathing, I counted to ten. Slowly my body was put into a state of ease.
I was still on my knees on the ground but the wave of panic ended for now.
I need to know what happened to me.
Carefully, I stood up with the help from the bench I woke up on.
I paused for a second to allow my body to adjust and to look at the bench in case there was anything there before I took a step forward.
Did I know where I am going? No.
Did I know where I am? No.
I just knew sitting on the bench will not give me the answers I need.
As I slowly walked I check the pockets of my sweater, which contained a phone that I think is mine and an ID. Luckily I recognized my name on the ID but nothing else.
One question solved. Sorta.
The address on the ID must be my home. I should head there.
I turned on the phone as I sigh at the reality of my current situation. My plan is to use a feature on the phone to take me to this address or to at least tell me what the time is.
From what I could tell, as I walked around the park trying to find the entrance, it must be morning due to the position of the sun.
It took a while but I soon found the entrance to the park, just as the phone turned on with a soft ding. While I was relieved that it worked, the fact that there was only 10% of battery left put me more at unease.
I brought up the map app and turned on my location.
South Korea?
Am I from South Korea?
I looked around, I was nearing a shopping district that was started to open and prepare for morning business. Looking at the signs it took longer than what normal person would probably take but I understood what I read and that is what matters.
So I know Korean, my name is (Y/N), and that’s about it... Grrreat!
I could feel my heart start to beat faster, slowly I started to take deep breaths. I did not like that feeling from before I don’t want to experience that again.
Ding!
A message?
My hand slightly trembled as I opened the message that arrived.
Unknown: ...Hello...?
My breathing hitched, there were alarms going off in my head.
Should I respond? I don’t know this person! I’m not even sure if this phone really is mine!
I had stopped walking since I opened the phone and I am sure I looked strange to anyone who was looking, carefully I made my way to one of the cafes that had just opened across the street. I didn't have money but I could at least sit there until I calmed down and considered my options.
Since I’m not 100% sure this is my phone I should respond. But the person named showed up as Unknown so maybe I really don’t know them...
What am I going to do?!
My free hand was balled up into a fist, I’m scared but if I don’t take this or any risk how am I going to find any answers.
With a sense of determination, I opened up the phone again and responded.
Unknown: ...Hello...?
(Y/N): ?
Unknown: Can you see this?
(Y/N): Who are you?
Unknown: I’m sure you’re surprised
Unknown: It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.
Unknown: I a but flusered myselft. I found a smartphone at the subway station, but all it had was this messenger app.
Unknown: I want to find the owner but I don’t see any contact info or call records...
Unknown: I’ve been sending messages with this app but no reply...
Unknown: All I see is an address and some improtant-looking numbers saved in notes.
Unknown: I’d like to go ther myself but I am currently abroad...
(Y/N): An address?
Unknown: Yes. There’s a Korean address and a long number. I think it’s a password.
Unknown: Do you mind going to the address?
Unknown: That’s all that’s saved in this phone.
Unknown: I know you’re surprised to have someone suddenly pop up and ask you a favor like this.
Unknown: But still…
Unknown: I’d appreciate it if you could help.
I don’t trust this but if maybe I help the owner they could maybe spare some change and I could head to the address on the ID.
It’s not a great idea but I have nothing else and now I know that at least this phone is mine.
I know this is a risk but I have to take it!
What is the worst that can happen...
(Y/N): How can I help you?
Unknown: Uhm… I’d like for you to go to the address saved here.
Unknown: I saw the street view through the internet, and I’ve been there before.
Unknown: It’s an apartment in downtown. Very crowded.
Unknown: It’s really a safe place. If you feel unsafe, you can turn around.
Unknown: I know the area. It’s developed.
Unknown: Please?
(Y/N): Fine… I’m leaving right away if it feels sketchy.
Unknown: You trust me…
Unknown: Thank you!
Unknown: Just a sec. I’ll send you the address.
Unknown: Found it.
Unknown: < [Address] >
Wait! That address looks really familiar! Do I know it? Have I been there?
The address looks so familiar yet no memory came to me.
I don’t know if it’s a good idea to go but this is my only clue.
I stood up from the chair I was sitting on in the cafe and I started to make my way to this address.
Hopefully, I can find an answer...
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Mystic Messenger : Prologue ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)
I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.
Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own... I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.
If you are on phone, please setting the page to be seen in the computer version! On the phone, the answers are sometimes unaligned and it can confuse you...
In order to not bother and annoy my followers who don’t play this game by this looong post, I’ll put a seperate line. Click to see.
~ No surprise, there are no hearts given but there is a bad ending and I wrote how to have it/avoid it !
Prologue [Ray, Jumin, 707, Zen, Jaehee, Yoosung, V]
Hello. (nothing)
Who are you ? Where am I ? (nothing)
Hey ya howdy doodle doo (nothing)
Why are you emphasizing the word ordinary…? It’s making me even more nervous (nothing)
You’re the developer of this app? (nothing)
Is there something I can do for you? (nothing)
I’d like to chat with a handsome/pretty guy right now. (nothing)
What’s this app for? (nothing)
I’m not buying it. (nothing)
What is it? (nothing)
I’ll do it!! (nothing)
Doesn’t sound that interesting… (nothing)
For free? (nothing)
Messenger game app? (nothing)
Why don’t you test it out yourself ? (nothing)
Dunno about fun but it there’s no reward… (nothing)
No thanks. Not my style. (nothing)
Fine. I’ll try it out. (nothing)
OK! I’ll try it. (nothing)
Do I just need to choose one and date? (nothing)
(Answer the call.) (nothing)
(Don’t answer the call.) (nothing)
How did you know my number ? (nothing)
You’ve got the wrong number. (nothing but... it’s not helping your case)
Unknown? (nothing)
I can barely recall. (nothing but...)
Yes, I remember. (nothing)
Is that short for Ramen Filled Aristocrat? (nothing but...)
R.F.A? (nothing)
I can just choose guests however I like? (nothing)
Are there any merits in gathering more guests? (nothing but...)
So it’s something like the currently trending e-boyfriend thing. (nothing)
I want to know what the hourly pay is. (nothing)
Alright, fine, I’ll do it. (nothing)
Just send me the file. (nothing)
Fine. As long as if it doesn’t have to be my home address. (nothing)
No, I’ll just pass. (nothing)
It’s not even real and I can’t bother to even go there. (nothing)
Can I pursue you? (nothing)
I thought I might give it a shot. (nothing)
Yea. You’re my type.(nothing)
I don’t need it. No thanks. (NOTHING AND GO DIRECTLY TO THE BAD ENDING ! YUP)
If it’s something only I can do, I guess there’s no other choice. (nothing)
Where’s here? (nothing)
Are you ridiculing mu map app? (nothing)
Ummm… Alright. (nothing)
(If you didn’t take the single answer leading to the bad ending, scroll until “Send the address”)
~ Bad Ending
Paradise ? Now what’s that about?
(End the call)
(Answer the call.) (nothing)
(Don’t answer the call.) (nothing)
(Answer the call.) (nothing)
(Don’t answer the call.) (nothing)
(Answer the call.) (nothing)
(Don’t answer the call.) (nothing)
(Report to the police.) - BAD ENDING 1
(Wait for him at the café.) - BAD ENDING 2
~ Good Ending
(Send address.)
Get ready ? (nothing)
Don’t hang up. (nothing)
(Go outside)
Can I not use it ? (nothing)
Alright, then.(nothing)
Still, no. (nothing)
Omg… Give me the sleep mask. (nothing)
Yes. Thank you. (nothing)
Uknonwn ? (nothing)
Is this that awesome place ? (nothing)
Who are you? (nothing)
That’s shaddy (nothing)
My room? (nothing)
Why can’t I take the mask off? (nothing)
I can get down by myself. (nothing)
Thank you. (nothing)
I’m here to have fun. (nothing)
What were you going to do if I said no? (nothing)
I’m getting straight out of here if it’s boring after playing the game. (nothing)
Wow. Seeing you, I want to pursue you first! (nothing)
Hello…. Nice to meet you. (nothing)
Because it’s confidential? (nothing - but it’s a good one)
No idea. (nothing)
Why are there so many things forbidden to do? (nothing)
Is there a bug? (nothing)
What problem? (nothing)
Someone hacked the messenger? (nothing)
Ummm. Okay. (nothing)
What happens if I speak the truth? (nothing)
Who’s Rika? (nothing)
What happens when I tell them that Rika sent me ? (nothing)
Can I choose a different role? (nothing)
What happens if I don’t invite them properly to the party? (nothing)
I think it’ll end with hosting parties and no chance to build a relationship. (nothing)
Yes, leave it to me. (nothing)
Here. (nothing)
Do I have to? (nothing)
Alright, fine. Here (nothing)
Not really. (nothing)
Until when do I have to stay here? (nothing)
How do I pursue you, Ray? (nothing)
Do you by chance have a walkthrough guide for this? (nothing)
Umm, they’re really Als, right ? (nothing)
I promise. (nothing)
(Start the game.)
Hi ! (nothing)
How do you do? (nothing)
Aren’t you all pretty slow in noticing me? It’s been a while since I came in. (nothing)
Why don’t you finish up talking about the quotes? Do you have any other famous quotes? (nothing)
Can this game be hacked too? (nothing)
Exactly. (nothing)
From the bottom of your heart. (nothing)
From another planet (nothing)
I’ve come to tell you something good. (nothing)
I was told to host a party. (nothing)
I just came to chat with pretty guys. (nothing + possibility to have hourglass)
When can I see Rika ? I’m here because of her. (nothing)
Am I going to be blocked? I’m here because someone called Rika sent me ! (nothing)
You can just ask me here. (nothing)
Yeah ! I wanna to talk to you, V! Put me through~! (nothing)
Was V close to Rika? (nothing)
I was only told to open a party. (nothing)
I can’t tell you because of my mystic concept. Sorry (nothing)
I’m not a shady person. (nothing)
What’s so good about being a member? (nothing)
What happens if I refuse? (nothing)
Yeah, gladly, if you’re doing the research, Seven ^_^ (nothing)
Don’t, I’m not a weird person – (nothing)
Why is everyone so guarded against me? (nothing)
This game is so complicated (nothing)
Then, do I just need to prepare for the party? (nothing)
Weren’t you going to give me a call? (nothing)
I’ll see you around. (nothing)
Aren’t you all trustint V too much? (nothing)
I presume you and V are close? (nothing)
Are you two leaving together ? I wonder what kind of relationship you two have… (nothing)
Good bye, both of you. (nothing)
I have lots of secrets. I will not tell them easily. (nothing)
We will take our time, talk a lot, and get to know each other. (nothing)
Lol you should say bye to Yoosung too loll (nothing)
Good bye~ ~ (nothing)
Why are you so curious? (nothing)
I was only told to hold parties. (nothing)
Calm down and ask me one at a time. (nothing)
I didn’t get to meet Rika in person. I was told thirdhand… (nothing)
It must be difficult… I understand. (nothing)
If I learn something, I’ll tell you. (nothing)
You should go. (nothing)
Let’s talk again^^ (nothing)
(V calls after the chat)
~ Day 1 | V is here
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V Route: V doesn’t deserve the hate he gets from fandom
*V gets blinded by the person he loves*
*yet some from the fandom still think Rika is an innocent victim*
*and this whole Mint-Eye cult is V’s fault*
*does the term...*
PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY
*mean anything to people anymore...?*
I don’t care how mentally challenged one person is. In this instance, Rika was MENTALLY CAPABLE enough to function like a proper human being, running an underground criminal activity draped as a cult, pretending to save hundreds of life through fear and terror as she attempts to warp her believers into “true happiness”.
Just freaking listen to Saeran, listen to how much he is in pain during V’s route, when Unknown persona is about to come out of him like Alien. That’s not V’s doing.
*It’s Rika’s meds used on him.*
Plus other torture devices, I’m betting.
*jfc...*
*V didn’t give drugs to people regardless of consent*
*V didn’t torture people*
*V didn’t trap people in their rooms*
*V didn’t want to drug innocent victims with dodgy wine at a party*
*V didn’t fake his own death and stay hidden from Yoosung despite haivng a phone - guys, Rika could have called Yoosung and let him know V was lying, but she didn’t until her charade was up*
*V tried to handle his relationship with Rika in PRIVATE, without needlessly involving the R.F.A. until he realized it was a bad choice to do, since they were dragged into the whole Mint Eye mess.*
*V did everything for Rika*
*V tried to fix Rika, but she cared more about her feelings than logic - so, he never forced medication on her or forced her to continue therapy if she didn’t want it*
*Rika didn’t want to see any more doctors or hospitals*
*V complied*
*V was being a way too indulgent boyfriend* - fault 1
*V always thought about Rika, to the point of obsession* - fault 2
*V was willing to sleep in a room with their bed next to the window and sun hitting his face in the morning, even though he hated the feelings*
*V always had Rika’s well being as priority, to the point he did not care of his own physical health or sanity --- he was dependent on her and saw her as his muse*
*there are many kinds of love in this world, maternal, paternal, brotherly love, family, love from friends, boyfriend/girlfrend/xfriend love, animal love, lover love...*
*Obsessive love*
V’s Route has established that the love he had for her was obsessive and not real.
Even though, imo, I think they were genuinely in love at inception, but a weak foundation a relationship means catastrophe in the end.
You can’t force love on someone who begins seeing your “sun” as a being who wants to erase ur own existence.
You can’t love someone who you don’t fully know or understand.
V did not know much of Rika’s past. (same as Yoosung, and they were cousins)
He did not know the details of Rika’s suffering, so there was no way he could win the battle against her demons. He did not have all the info at hand, only that she was adopted and the relationship was sour.
Also.
It’s not V’s business to fight the demons in Rika’s place.
In real life too.
You cannot help a person who doesn’t want to get help.
Whether it’s an addiction, or something on a mental level, you have little to no chances to help someone improve and overcome difficulties, if the one who is suffering is not willing to take the first step and seek out help.
Stop blaming V for Rika’s own actions.
Stop blaming a fool, who fought he was in love, for his own injuries caused by Rika’s own hands.
Stop pretending V’s blindness is a joke or something he himself had caused, wtf.
Stop blaming V for Rika’s problems which have their origins stemmed from early childhood: family/upbringing/bad school life and pet dying --- all culminated to her demise.
To the point she trusted nobody.
Not even V, always making him prove his undying love to her by revealing more and more of her darkness. Will he continue to love her if she pushes him off a cliff and mangles his body? You know at that time V’s answer would be “hell, yeah” --- it’s not a healthy relationship to be in.
Fiction or real, situations like V + Rika do not portray a healthy love.
And blaming Rika’s condition and Mint Eye solely on V’s actions is...
...
I can’t even... the amount of facepalm hurts.
V’s adult personality and why he’s so lenient with Rika and accepting of her everything, might be because of his history with his mother.
Teenage V was an asshole to his mother, brainwashed by his own father to stay away from the woman. She was only a breeding unit for the man, nothing more, losing value after she got sick, then went deaf. Everyone dissociated themselves with her - family, friends, church (the irony). He did not get to know her much before her death, but learnt of the woman and thoughts from her journal, which - miraculously - survived a massive fire. <-<
This game sure loves fiyaaaaah.
Anyway,
It’s probably V living such a strict existence, emulating his father’s actions and persona, that after learning the harsh truth of how he “lost” his mother after birth, he tried to change.
Do a 180-personality wise.
From a harsh, uncaring existence, V became a kind, gentle and much too lax individual when it came to people he associated himself with. What I mean by this, is V is someone whom people could easily take advantage of. Because he would never want to betray or disappoint someone ever again.
He might have thought that as a child, his harsh words and attitude were like a “betrayal” for the woman who gave birth to him, his mother. He treated her unkindly.
Such a repeat scenario should never take place.
...
Even if his significant other has demons of her own, trying to hurt V in return.
Yelp. That was a lot of text.
So, what i was trying to say is ---- V has been presented to me more as a victim of Rika’s own darkness, but the origin of her own misery lies since early childhood.
Both are unfortunate victims in their own way.
But personal responsibility should not be shoved under a rug because of this.
Rika is the one who did all these bad deeds.
It’s not V’s fault!!!!
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