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Hi MCs!

You may have noticed your requests are taking some time. My irl work is not really going the way I wish it would and there is so much to do, I am literally drowning in it. I do not want to write poorly made scenarios as I rush in between the two of them and that is the reason why my blog is a little bit late.

I apologize and hope everyone is having a beautiful spring. I will be posting the requests as soon as I can. My ask box is still open because I will definitely answer to everyone!

I also take this opportunity to thank you guys for following my blog and for all of your kind words. It means a lot♥ Coming soon, some fluff and a LOT of angst (you guys are amazingly masochists lololololololol I love you♥) See you soon~! *Swoooosh*

#admin notes #mystic messenger #mysme

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Gyahhhhh!!! Just finished reading your works for my angst request and it was amazing!! I really loved the part when jumin said that he preferred her broken rather than her dead. Omg that line really stings!! Keep up the good work ♥♥♥

Aaaahh thank youu♥ !! It was so hard writing a sad ending, why did I do that ???

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Lowkey interested in what was so mature about your first idea you had to change it xD

I deleted it so I don’t have anything left to show you, but I started off with a slightly more explicit content … I got carried away by Dark V … (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

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Hello there! Can you write about jumin having an argument with mc and the arguments didn't end well. They went to work with bitterness. So mc work as a medical emergency team response and was sent to help the victims of a collapsed building. During the evacuation, mc was caught in the collapsed. She was badly injured but not life threatening. Jumin being busy he is doesn't know this until it was showed on the . Can you make it angsty please. If it's not to your liking you can ignore it. ^_^

Don't want you to be the hero 

Pairing: Jumin x MC. Genre: Angst. Disclaimer: Accident, injury. A/N: What have I done? (oT-T)尸 

 It is said that when two people are communicating, various levels are present in between what a person says and what the other hears. Those levels are what defines the coding and decoding of the message. In fact, when the person A speaks about a subject many factors might morph their speech … And person B depending on its own state of mind and beliefs should hear and comprehend something else.With that in mind, it was no surprise that Jumin got into an irrelevant fight with his wife.

“I prefer you to be a coward alive rather than a dead hero.”

That was what the CEO-in-line said to her during a spoilt cuddle session that morning. Indeed, their conversation scaled way too quickly for their own good and, in a matter of less than five minutes, incomprehension and bitterness took the lead.Jumin was worried. He knew that his wife was a talented, strong and spirited woman. He knew she could do anything and was perfectly aware of how much the world needed her in order to be a better place. In fact, he was so proud of her. When he would tell other people what his wife was doing, they would react as if she was a low cast compared to him, but he was honored to be with such woman. He thought she was better than any other person because she believed in the human kind. She believed in peace and in union. She was confident that people deserved to be helped and that anyone could change and become a better person if given a chance.However, who would blame him for wanting to protect her? Yes, he knew there were safety protocols in the emergency fields. He studied her job.

… Well, Jaehee studied her job.

But he learned everything he had to just to be sure if he would never lose the love of his life.

And he could lose her. He tried to find other ways, like staying inside the protection of the hospital walls but then he heard about all the diseases that sprayed inside it. A hospital may be a place of healing, but it was in fact one of the worst places to be when you were healthy enough. Therefore, she had to work somewhere else. “If you like nursing so much, why not apply for occupational medicine in C&R? I can get you a spacious office with everything you would need and schedule monthly checkups for every worker under our company. Like this, I can keep an eye on you and you can do what you love.” How she reacted to that was slightly different from his expectations. He worked hard to prepare this project, made sure everything was at its top most optimization and she still rejected it as if it was an insult to her very own existence. What Jumin lacked was a real comprehension of what her job meant to her. Every tiny detail about it was what made her happy. She would suffocate in an office with checkups; no matter how he would present it to her. They parted ways and she got called with her team to proceed with the evacuation of civils stuck in a collapsed building. Usually, she would call Jumin so he would be informed of the situation, because they loved to tell their significant other where they were heading and if they could meet next. But, this time, she said nothing and went to work with her mind clouded and a dreadful desire to prove to him that she should stay in her job. Ten minutes later the ER unit was at the accident site. Two more minutes and she explored the ruins. Only fifteen minutes later, reporters were there, cameras recording the scene like a movie. Lastly, and in a total of less than thirty minutes, Jaehee entered Jumin’s office to inform him of (f/n)’s location. Since he would never watch the news but mostly read them, he was glad he had Jaehee as assistant.He unlocked his phone and watched the called news as they displayed a framed picture of what was happening where his lover was. He felt frustrated. Against her but mostly against himself. And moreover, he was scared. How peculiar for him to experiment this unfamiliar sensation. But this had directly nothing to do with him. This was about her. This was about her life. In other words, this was about his most precious possession. He tried calling her but, of course, she would not pick up. Nonetheless, he ordered Jaehee to do the same, knowing they were the closest to best friends, but she got nothing more. Big situations needed big actions and he got out of his chair in a tremendous motion. - Assistant Kang, call the emergency unit, fetch everything we need to get (f/n) out of here. I want her out in the next ten minutes. Faster than he commended, he saw as she was escorted out of the building, her own blood painting on the cloth they placed over her body. He watched her, secured in the ambulance while a tube glided down to her lungs. Even his nightmares could not compete with this reality.

- Assistant Kang.

Jaehee turned her head with apprehension. She was in shock herself but she perfectly knew that Jumin’s face would be far from this cold expressionless beauty; a face she feared to witness. And she was right.

- Cancel all my meetings for the next few days.

Even if he was still standing straight, eyes glazed over, she feared he would collapse. There was something only her and his wife could see. Something you had to be so very close to him to realize. All over his face was written the pain he was in. No. He was in agony.

And he was on the verge of breaking.

A while later, he was in an office. A surgeon showing him with the back of his blue pencil where she had been injured on a radiography image. Some bullshit about the spinal cord being damaged because of the roof falling over her. He hired the best medical team in the best hospital in the world, still they could not take care of his lover. He hated that hopeless feeling.- Your wife is safe but she will never be able to walk ever again. I am sorry Mister Han.

After that, she grew colder. It seemed as if she was not able to read him anymore, not seeing the painful shadow over his eyes and this everlasting worry which made him look sick. Therefore, she blamed him. Blamed him for wishing all this so he could keep her closer. Blamed him for being the selfish husband. Blamed him for being the reason why she was like this. - Are you happy now ? I will never be able to do my job again.

And in mere days, he grew convinced it was indeed his fault. Because he was so happy that she was still alive. Because he needed her breathing even if she had to be on a wheeling chair. In the end, she was torned inside and he knew it was all his fault.

Because he preferred her broken rather than dead.

#scenarios #requested #mystic messenger #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #mysme #angst

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Solar eclipse

Pairing: Jihyun(V) x MC. Genre: Psychological. Disclaimer: NSFW, obsession, unhealthy relationship. A/N: Ok, so this happened ・・・ Thank you for your request! At first, I wrote something completely different but I feared it was too mature rated so I entirely rewrote it ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)

First Contact.

               His digits played thoughtfully with the aperture ring before he glanced once more into the viewfinder. She looked like a living piece of art, a stunning and breathing canvas waiting to be handled by a proficient artist; one that would be able to bring out the colors she had hidden. Her heart was an enchanting prism longing for the chromatic colors he possessed. One day, with the care of his attentive fingers, she would display vibrant hues, shades of diaphanous beauty. He waited patiently as she disappeared to take a shower. He could have moved to a different location in order to photograph this moment too but he already had taken so many clichés of her most natural state. He had dozens of them, each displaying various parts of her body in the most devoted ways. He was almost done with this collection. Soon he would be able to move to the next one. Less than half an hour later, she was back in their shared room, wearing only a mint colored towel around her feminine frame. He shivered at the thought of his phalanges painting on her skin. Sometimes, when his lips were tasting it, he had the feeling he was feeding on her soul and she was so moreish. A masterpiece always required patience. Thus, he leaned closer to the window while being cautious into not making any sound that would trigger her attention. For this part of the work, he needed her to be perfectly unaware of what was going on. He wanted her to be as pure and as innocent as possible so he could precisely tempt her with his newly shade of light. At least, that was what he called it but, to be realist, it was more of a dark kind of tint. There was less and less light in how Jihyun was now behaving. Rika had shed her shadow upon him and this was only the beginning of it.

Second Contact.

              (f/n) was always a little paranoid when she was left utterly alone in an unfamiliar place. Since all that happened, she grew heedful of any unconventional behavior and she sometimes felt like she was on enemy’s territory since she moved into Jihyun’s place. Rika used to be there, after all. She used to wear the same towel, eat at the same kitchen table, sleep in the same bed, … Her unbundling presence was so evident, it made her uncomfortable. Even in Jihyun himself, it was clear she still had a dreadful influence. Little did she know this had not reach its pinnacle yet and it was just about to. By a worried reflex, she peeped at the window before she would even dare to remove the fabric protecting her privacy. Jihyun assured her many times they lived in such a reclusive place there was no one that would walk near there but she still felt that narrowing presence at the back of her neck like someone was lurking over there, watching her every move. She dialed her boyfriend’s number and Jihyun was glad he put his phone on silent mode. Hiding behind a bush, he answered her call.

- V, are you still on your way back? I think there is someone outside our bedroom’s window…

It was blatant how distraught she was and he was unsure if the feeling he had was from pleasure or guilt. Nonetheless, he stuck his camera into his bag and headed back down near the garage where he had prepared the next step of his creation.

- I asked Luciel to monitor around the house for you and there is no one. Since I am almost there, why don’t you take a glass of the wine I brought the other day while waiting for me? I am sure it will help you if you are feeling agitated.

Obviously, he did not ask anything to his called-son. Sure, Luciel had placed several cameras around the property but he was not dealing with them at the moment. Moreover, the photographer felt kind of uneasy as the wine was in fact a mixture of grape juice and the elixir of salvation. Would she understand if she knew? Would she accept the fact that he needed to experiment his own darkness on her in order to proceed? He was the Sun and the Moon had sheer shadowed him, he had to accept it in order to regain his light. He knew this. Thus, he watched by another window as she sipped into the beverage after they had hung up. He waited a few more minutes and when he saw her staggering, he went inside the house. He saw her, pressing something on her phone with difficulty before collapsing on the floor but had no second thought about it as he made the conclusion she was smart enough to try and send him an SOS message when she realized there was a problem.

When she woke up a few minutes later, she could not see anything for there was a blindfold on her eyes. Something else was preventing her from moving her upper body but since it did not hurt much, it had to be made of a soft fabric. She tried to struggle but felt dizzy and sick and she almost missed the sound of the camera taking a picture of her captivity.

- You are so beautiful (f/n) … No matter if you are exposed to light or darkness, you remain an unshaken masterpiece.

This was Jihyun’s voice, she was sure of that. Another chunk and she noticed he was barely a foot away from her. His hand pulled on one of the strap of her satin nightdress, revealing her breast to his lens and making her vulnerability even more apparent.

- V, what are you doing? You scared me…

He did not answer. Sure, she recognized him easily and that was perfect since he needed her face to show some desire while he worked but he also wanted her to feel uneasy. He was shoving darkness into her after all, this pleasure had to be profane to be truly worthy of the iniquity of his shadow self. Two of his fingers slipped between her lips as he instructed her to lick them while he took another picture. In a way, it was possible to wonder if this was about his corruption or her own. For the next hour, several bruises were left on her body as he sucked and bite on her skin with precise artistic gesture. And she was exhausted. The drug was still making her weak and Jihyun’s treatment was merciless.

Third Contact.

              By the time, Jihyun was immortalizing his own ruination on photographs. Luciel acknowledged the messages (f/n) had sent him a while back. Four “help” written with typos. As Jihyun made her believe her red-haired friend was monitoring the outside of the house, she thought, when she felt suddenly sick, that he would monitor the inside and find her unconscious if she sent an alert. And of course, Luciel went for the security cameras, shifting on them one by one until he finally found an evidence of the danger she was in. There was no doubt he feared what he saw. There were no cameras in the bedroom but one had been installed in the hallway with enough precision that he could manage to verify what was happening in there. So, there was Jihyun, taking pictures of a half-naked, half-unconscious (f/n). He questioned the situation. Maybe they were having some sort of… Private moment. Thus, he disconnected from the camera and tried to move on with his tasks. This was bothering enough, he wished he had never seen such intimate situation. However, the messages troubled him. There was no way she would have sent them if she knew they were going to role play for their couple fantasies. Something was not right there. He dialed Jumin’s number and never left his eyes from the camera feed. He saw much worse. This was nothing compared to what he had to deal with on a regular basis. But this was about his family-like and dearest friends. He wanted to unsee all of it but had to remain calm and make sure (f/n) was safe enough. No, really, what was he supposed to do?

- Jumin… Eh… There is a problem at Jihyun’s house… You should go there asap.

- Can I ask what is happening?

- I… I… Oh my dear Lord… (f/n) is in danger an-

- Fine. I am on my way.

He heard Jumin ordering Jaehee to prepare the transport service in urgency and they both hung up the call, leaving Luciel to monitor the situation with impatience as there was nothing more he could do now.

Less than twenty minutes later, Jumin was at the door of the couple’s place. He tried calling Jihyun a few times but his only response was the automatic voice. Luciel had seemed to be quite concerned and Jumin trusted him enough to know the events had to be serious.

- Luciel, is (f/n) alone? He asked over the phone.

- Not really but… Ah…

- There is something you are not telling me, what is it?

- It is V… You need to protect (f/n) from him.

Could his assumptions be true? He had been aware of some changes in his friend’s behavior but was there something big enough to make Luciel shake in apprehension? A single gesture of the chin and his bodyguards forced the door open in a loud noise. Not wasting more time, Jumin went inside.

- Go to their bedroom.

As he started moving after Luciel’s indication, he was greeted by a panting Jihyun. This one was smiling and sweating, his shirt wrongly buttoned up. Jumin noticed how he tried to look peaceful but seemed more like the dark clouds over the sea.

- Jumin, is there a reason why you would break my door?

Only glancing at him, Jumin got around his friend and went for the bedroom. Jihyun was about to stop him but one of his bodyguard got a grip of his arm and refused to let go. There, Jumin found his other friend, laying on the bed, still attached, a blindfold and purple bruises covering her. He made a note that her nightdress was completely torn and placed his suit coat over her before gently removing the blindfold. By the look she gave him, he immediately saw that she was drugged.

- Jumin, it is not what it looks like. I have been working on this new collection and it is almost done now.

The CEO-in-line turned his face as he was freeing her, only to see a delirious Jihyun trying to redeem his faults. He got off the bed and went closer to his friend.

- I think you need to stay away from (f/n) for now.

Fourth Contact.

              A month had passed since then and Jihyun was rumored to have left on a trip for the time being. Obviously, the other members were not aware of what happened and no one questioned why (f/n) stayed a little more at home than usual, getting to the conclusion that she missed her lover’s presence. But, the truth was other. 

In the closed bedroom, drowned in the dark, only the sound of a camera and muffled moans could be heard.

- You are so beautiful in my darkness…

As he took the last pictures of his collection, the shadow on him was withdrawing. Soon there would be no traces left of darkness on his light. And she knew it. That was why, she went back for him to finish his work. She collapsed next to him on the bed and he took his camera off the tripod before removing the memory card and placing it with the others. He, then, went back in the bed and he pulled her closer to his chest.

- It is time for you to be loved in my light again (f/n). Our collection for the Solar Eclipse is now completed.

#scenarios #requested #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #v x mc #mysme #psychological

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If we were meant to be

Pairing: Saeyoung (707/Seven/Luciel) x MC Genre: Angst. Disclaimer: None. A/N: My first scenario with Saeyoung, thank you Anon-san! I am so so so sorry for the delay, I have so much work and everyday it gets worse, God Seven save me (╥﹏╥) For those who do not know, the Hanahaki disease (花吐き病 in Japanese) is a fictional disease where flowers grow inside the character’s organs when they suffer from unrequited love, making them cough up petals. It can end in various ways… More or less depressing ways lol

It seemed as if his fingers were about to break. They felt heavy, like cement had infiltrated his cells. It became even more challenging to move them on the keyboard when he became conscious of it. But he was used to it. A drained hand rubbed unconsciously his eyes. They were red, dry and burning. It was harder and harder to stare at the screen without feeling the agonizing cries of his exhausted body. He would not listen, anyways. It may have appeared as if his actions were precisely calculated but, really, he was just on automatic mode. Therefore, when he kept on glancing at her, it was not even something he was fully aware of. She seemed pale, a little more tired than the day before and he wondered if it was not getting worse by hours. At first, he feared a post-traumatic syndrome since she had to encounter his brother in such circumstances. He watched her closely and saw nothing more than sadness hidden being her usual cheerful personality. Thus, he partly reassured himself by thinking that she just had to be terribly tired, still because of the last events. However, when she went for the third time to the bathroom, that evening, looking as if she was about to throw up, he became immersed by concern. His knees joints creaked in pain when he got up and went for the door, knocking on it while preventing his applied strength from showing his stress.

- Are you okay in there?

She barely hummed in a choked sound and he was more than displeased by her answer. In that sense, he knocked with more determination, eyebrows frowned as his eyes were clouded by a dark instinct.

- Open that door, I want to see for myself if you are okay.

Nothing. He hated that feeling. Some sort of morbid presage crawling on his back before incising his neck so it could enter underneath his skin and eat his flesh and bones. It felt as if his blood was a corrosive liquid, burning him from the inside and he swore he never felt closest to fear. He precisely knew she was not alright. There was something he had no knowledge of but had to find out. He had to make sure she would be okay. He would not let her get hurt.

- I swear if you do not open the door I wi-

Without making any sound, she opened the called door before her eyes acknowledged the feet waiting at thirty centimeters from the floor as if ready to bash the entrance of the bathroom.

- Were you going to kick that door open? I should have waited inside just to see that.

She forced a gleeful laugh but Luciel perfectly heard how her voice was plain and rusty. Had she really been throwing up? She ate almost nothing for the past day and if this was a fact, it was getting dangerous. As she was about to step outside of his line of sight, he blocked her way. She could have feared the somber glare he offered her if she did not know what was hidden behind. Luciel was a mystery of blaze and tenebrosity and few were those who witnessed the broken darkness that truly crumbled his entire being.

- What were you doing?

His voice was far from the one everybody was used to. It was deeper, like more mature because there were no traces left of playfulness; but, moreover, it felt too offish. Why would she never listen to him?

- ... Peeing? She answered with discomfort and avoidance while rubbing her hands together.

This time his face changed completely. He looked fragile as all the worries he had surfaced on his traits. The fatality almost convinced him there was nothing he could do for her now because he had pushed her too far away. So far she was now keeping the distance herself.

- Do not lie to me, please… I have to know if you have any problem…

Was she being too emotional? Maybe she gave her love too whole-heartedly and that was why she was so sick. Sacrifice was a noble act, indeed. But what would it mean if she just stupidly died? What worth was she giving to her own life if she chose to give it up in the name of a one-sided love? However, she had that illogical conviction that Luciel was worth enough the sacrifice of her existence. She knew part of what he went through since his earliest stages of life and who would dare argue he did not deserve to finally have someone who would do anything for him? Maybe that was truly illogical... 

Luciel was getting angrier once again, shifting from capitulation to rebellion. Anyone knew he was not the type of person to lose easily his temper. But here was a different situation. He was worried, and this feeling grew heavier as the seconds passed and his lovely party coordinator kept quieter. He was scared and had no idea how to deal with all those emotions that took a tremendous control of his whole being. People tended to act out of character when they were confronted with unknown internal crisis. Now was the time for him to lose it. She was indeed right when she asked him if he had some gap moe in him. 

- Talk to me! What is happening? I cannot help you if you keep acting like a child! 

Without realising, he took grip of her shoulders, accidentally shaking her with a little too much brutality. Something her body could not handle anyhow and its reaction froze his thoughts with gelid dread.

She fell unconscious and he barely managed to protect her in his arms. He screamed her name multiple times in a desperate crying sound. What was happening to her? How could he have missed how sick she was if it was already getting to that extend… Carefully, he placed her on the bed and went for a wet cloth as he finally also realized she had a crippling fever. Once more, he had that beautiful opportunity to be the intimate spectator of her delicate figure but she did not look good, now. She was pale with a greyish tint. Her scalp was moist, and her lips were purple. She had never looked more tired.    And she was still the prettiest human he ever saw. 

He stood by her side all along, until she suddenly woke up and vomited at the side of the bed. That was when he understood what she had. Petals still stuck against the walls of her throat made her sound like a dying animal and he ran to get her a glass of water but panicked as she threw up once more.  He heard about that disease. It was so rare, most people thought it was some urban legend made to scare teenagers and prevent them from falling in love instead of focusing on their studies. How could she get it if he loved her? He loved her! Was that because he kept on pushing up away and she grew convinced of her one-sided love? Now he was angrier at himself than ever.  Unexpectedly, tears ran on his cheeks, crashing on hers, as he pitied himself for repeating mistakes after mistakes. He loved her. He loved her more than anything else. It seemed as if he was meant to break anything he tried to keep a distance with. Maybe… Maybe leaving Saeran and trying to do the same with her were terrible ideas… Maybe he should have stayed no matter what. Maybe his presence would have been a greater protection. He could not make the same mistake with her.

The next second, his lips pressed against hers. If leaving was his error than, this time, he would stay. He would protect her from everything, even from himself; but he would stay. And by avoiding this mistake, maybe he would be able to repair his previous one and save Saeran. He would never leave any of them again.

Yes. This time, Saeran and her would never be left alone again.

#mystic messenger #requested #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel #saeyoung x mc #mysme #angst

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[MM] Ray’s Route Update and 1.9.0 Update Notice

Hello, this is Cheritz.

At last, a new scenario for Another Story that you have been waiting for, Ray’s Route will be released today.

You can check it out from Original Story -> Another Story.

- 7 days of gameplay

- 7 different endings

- Full-voiced visual novels and phone calls

- New texts and call alarms added

- Ray’s Route Freetalk added

- Unlimited calling card set for V and Ray added

If you have already unlocked Another Story, you can simply add-on Ray’s Route with additional purchase. And if you haven’t unlocked Another Story yet, you can purchase both V’s and Ray’s Routes together.

*After Ray Route update, Another Story will be purchasable only as a set of both the available routes, V and Ray. The price is the total addition of both  routes.

*If you have already purchased V route, you can branch to Ray’s route from Another Story’s common route day 4 after Ray’s route purchase.

Unlimited calling card for V and Ray usable in Another Story will be added. Check it out from the ingame store!

+To all customers who purchased the Special Believer Package!

With this update, you can activate your Mint Eye Believer card on Cheritz Market.

Please activate your code from the link below after logging in to the Market!

Cheritz Market link :- https://shop.cheritz.com/en

※ User profile page may slightly change after your activation!

Caution

*Guest account cannot be activated with the code, so please register your account!

*Make sure the information for your game account is correct before activation.

*If any problem occurs during activation, please send your inquiry to [email protected].

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1.9.0 Update Content

- New content added (Another Story - Ray’s Route)

- DLC history saving stabilized

- Minor bug fixes

[v1.9.0 Update Release]

Android: We are planning to release a new version today

iOS: Takes an extra 2-4 business days after the Android update due to the Apple review process.

*Compensation for this update has been increased to total 20 hourglasses due to features inaccessible in few devices.

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Thank you.

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+)Android : 01/31/2018 v1.9.0 update released

#mystic messenger #cheritzteam #ray's route

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*slip a hundred bill across the table* i need a jumin fluf asap. I want to know how would jumin react to the game of temple run when he sees mc playing it. *run towards the door and never be seen again *

Indiana “Cat mom” Jones

Pairing: Jumin x MC.Genre: Comedy, fluff.Disclaimer: None.A/N: *slide the scenario on the table* Please, donot tell Jumin I called him ‘Cat mom’ again ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣▽￣)┘ *already running for my life*

A glass of fresh Château de Beaucastel in hand, he sipped it as his mindwas barely aware of the beverage he had. His eyes were fixed on the woman hemarried, sitting on the couch across the room, phone capturing all herattention. What was she doing that could disconnect her like that? Last time hechecked, she was not in the RFA chatroom, so the highest probability came to noconclusion at all and he needed knowledge. Nonetheless, he took his phoneplaced on the counter and opened the application once again. Zen and AssistantKang were there but no trace of his wife. The messenger became instantlyirrelevant and he closed it.Elizabeth 3rd climbed upthe counter before rubbing her body against him, leaving small white string-likeevidences. For a while so, he petted her, enjoying the fact that at least oneof his women was acknowledging his presence. But after some time, he realized aform of frustration was growing in his mind as he kept on glancing at hislover.

- Honey?

She hummed in response, not leaving her gaze from her screen even for asecond. The director executive frowned and opted for serving her a glass ofwine too. Maybe this would get her attention.He came closer, placed the stemmed glass on the coffee table beforesitting on the couch in front of her. Indeed, what he got was no reaction atall. Should he use plan B? Well plan B sure was guaranteedwith success, so… Legs were crossed slowly as he sipped his wine while lookingat the window. A hand ran through his hair and his position straighten a littlebit. He was the most beautiful creature in her eyes… He could use a littletrick or two for her. To his own misery, she saw nothing of what he just did. How could she? Just how? She found him irresistible. He cleared his throat in a last desperate attempt in getting herattention. Nothing.

He got up, pacing quickly by herside so he could finally know what she was doing. Indeed, that was absolutelynot what he would have expected. What was this game? And how could it be moreinteresting than her husband? 

- What is it about, darling?

- You are a sortof Indiana Jones being chased by a creature and you have to run as far aspossible while avoiding traps.

That was it? What was the point of it? He looked at his wife for a moment asshe focused back on her virtual adventure. She did seem to enjoy it. If so itwas a reason enough to play it. But why did she like it in the first place? Wasit for the scenery or the drill? Or maybe the gameplay? He was definitely notinterested in the game itself, however, anything that made her happy needed tobe explored thoughtfully. 

- What do you like about this game?

She did not pause as she answeredhim and not even once did she made a fatal mistake, fingers crossing andtapping on the screen with trained dexterity.

- Hm… I do not know. It is funny, Iguess… Plus, I like the scenery.

Maybe he had his new idea here. For the past few days, he had beentrying to organize a new romantic trip to some place she would like to go, buthe had intended on being inconspicuous about it and, therefore, never met anopportunity yet to know where she desired to go. If she liked this type ofplace, he had to seriously consider the idea.He took his phone out once more anddialed Jaehee’s number before placing it to this ear.

- Assistant Kang, prepare acomparative of all the places where there is nature and ruins. Somewhere like wherethat man goes… Honey, what was the name you said?

- Indiana Jones, she chuckled.

- Yes. Indiana Jones. And I want itby the end of the week.

- Mr. Han, we are Saturday… Jaeheeanswered with slightly evident despair.

- Well, this is your priority andyou have 24 hours just to do it, fair enough. Oh, and do not put it on my desk.I do not want father to hear about it yet, he might want to organize somethingwith his new girlfriend too. You will have to come over to my place and give itto me directly.

His lover finally lowered her own cellphone and looked at him withconcerned. He might have become less rigid, he still lacked some common sensewhen it came to work. Poor Jaehee…At the end of the phone call, her hand tapped kindly on the fabricnext to her, inviting him to sit. He did so and she laughed as sherecalled how Jumin’s father could get sometimes. 

- Do you think your father would want to join us? She asked as her fingerscuddled his cheek. 

At her question, he felt tired and frowned before he pulled her for a hug. 

- Certainly. Remember last time when I told him we were going to theEiffel Tower. We ended up with his previous girlfriend and no way of dumpingthem. 

He pouted a little bit. Something that only came out whenever he hadthis little gap moe of his. 

- I am still sorry we could not enjoy a proper date. 

As he finished his sentence, Juminwent for her neck, kissing it softly in a little trail and making her gigglebecause of the tickling sensation. For the next few minutes, he finally got whathe wanted as they ended up laying on the sofa, cuddling and kissing in silence.

Well, until his wife invitedhim to try the game. Not only did he find it trivial, but also, even after multiple tries…

He was terrible at it.

#scenarios #requested #mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #mysme #fluff

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I will seek Spring if Winter intends to last

Pairing: Saeran/Unknown/Ray x MC Genre: Romance. Disclaimer: None. A/N: Are you my savior, dear Anon? I saw your request when I was on the 8th night (Fate!!!), I was so depressed because I cannot stand seeing Saeran in pain but you gave me an opportunity to write a happy ending and I feel slightly better ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ ♥

For some reason, he was back in her room. There was no point to it. It was useless and only made him depressed. Lazily, he dropped his body on the side of her bed. He was fully aware of what Ray used to do every time he came here, since she left. Laying in there, inhaling only what remained of her presence, drowning their memories in intractable tears as he tried to find out where everything went wrong, what he did that was worth corrosive agony… And Unknown was somehow curious. What was it like to scent her? He only knew what she was like thanks to his feeble mind mate and wondered how he would feel himself. He was pretty well aware of his beating heart longing for her and his mind going places he never went before. But was he that weak for her too? Hesitantly, he laid on her sheets and took her pillow closer. To his own surprise, the process revealed to be intoxicating, pleasant beyond state. This girl was something drastically special. His heart beating faster, he clenched on the submerged agitation he choked with. If she was able to make him feel this helpless without even being here, it would definitely be even more tremendous if he got to her. Therefore, now more than ever, he wanted to get her. Worship her so he could feel all those intense sensations with a much more stirring potency. She drove him crazier than he already was and how amusing this was for him to finally find something beautifully rousing in this world. Without much daze, he chuckled at her sudden phone call. Even if she may not have had any intention on coming back, she sure was addicted to him.

“I want to have you… No matter what. Didn’t Ray also say that?”

Getting the coordinates of their positions proved to be quite easy. The redhead was good but not as much as him or Ray. Hence, he only needed to distract Luciel with a weird coding pattern and stole his informations while he was busy looking away. Half an hour later, he was in his car, not giving any thought about Mint Eye or his savior. Ray may have been the most loyal person on this planet, Unknown knew what was important now. They both were perfectly conscious that they were used by Rika but the difference between them resided on the fact that Ray could not stand alone. Thinking about that, could Unknown really do it? Probably. He had that ache pinned to his chest but his mindset and projects were enough to drive him far even by himself. If it were for him, every damn problem Mint Eye had would have been resolved since long ago. At least, that was what he thought.

The clock indicated that it was past two in the morning and he pressed on the accelerator. He had to get to her before the redhead became suspicious or this dumbass would take annoying measures in order to keep her in his little impenetrable tower. His right hand tensed around the steering wheel while his left hand was hovering outside of his opened window, to feel the cold wind in a vain attempt at calming the everlasting irked storm in him. He recalled how much Mint Eye meant to him. How his savior saved his miserable life and gave him an opportunity to avenge for his injustice. But may it be him or Ray, something became slightly more important than this to them. Or more precisely, someone. They both saw how the savior grew attached to their precious tester. Who would not? The issue was that they knew she would keep her to herself if she could. Ray may have dumbly complied because of his puppy nature but Unknown could not let such thing happen. She was his. His favorite little toy had no other place than by his side. Thus, he wondered. It may have been possible that the only outcome available for them was to do what she asked to Ray on the phone some time ago. “Can we not run away together?”. That marshmallow should have agreed. What a fucking idiot. Nonetheless, it gave the opportunity to Unknown to be the one to shine in his doll’s eyes. If he was the one to rescue her and to satisfy her plead, she would desperately fall for him. More than for Ray. That pink gummy may be all sweet, but he was such a pain in the ass. Unknown was way more fun to be with.

It was past three when his car stationed in front of the cabin where the two traitors and her were. How delicate she was to be innocent enough to fall for their trap; he would have to keep an eye on her if he did not want to see her hurt in the future. Anyhow, he had already decided on detaining her in his line of sight. Problem solved. Stepping out of the driver seat, he approached the place slowly. They heard the engine for sure. In that sense, there was no need to be stealthy nor make a fuss. Would that redhead remembered him when he would see his face? Would he be tormented? He was not here for him now but he still hoped to see some pain taint his dumb face. He was not even close to the door when this one opened, his princess running towards him at full speed. Was it relief that he witnessed on her face just before she crashed against him for a hug? His hands hesitantly made their way to her back and hair, arms wrapping around her as he exhaled in solace. She was there. Right in front of him. Right in his arms. She was there.

- Ray, you came. I missed you so much.

He sneered before placing two fingers on her chin. Temptation was delicious as he noticed how the stars gave a soft tint to her lips. Still, he fairly jumped as she unexpectedly pressed them against his, leaving him like a breathless mess. He felt drowsy for a second but soon got grip of the situation and tightened his embrace before responding to her kiss with a feverish desire. Far in his head, he could hear Ray almost fainting partly of happiness, partly of jealousy. But, overall, they were both euphoric and Unknown, for once, could not care any less about what Ray was doing. When they broke the buss, he laughed once more with his devilish octaves, pretending his cheek were not invaded by a wide mist of pink as ha gave her an amused stare.

- You know that I am not Ray, right, little doll?

Again, she surprised him as she only smiled and kissed him a second time with much more tenderness. Only a peck that left him frustrated but aroused anyway.

- I figured what was your link with Ray already.

She stated her sentence with such cute pride, he could only melt on the inside. Which kind of disgusted him because Ray was doing the same and just nope. Leisurely, he took her wrists so he could free his neck and shoulders from her hug but kept her hands in his as he was afraid she would vanish again. He understood why Ray was such an emotional wreck every time they were together; this girl was something beyond this world. Lucky her for not being able to read all the things that crossed his mind as he thought about what they would do as soon as they would find shelter away from here. For a brief second, he looked away from her just to monitor their surroundings and that is when he saw Luciel. All the cheesy sparkling delight he felt disappeared instantly as they were hunted down by anger and turmoil. His arch enemy was at the doorway, grim devastation carved in every trait of his visage. Was Saeran really satisfied with that? He wished he could have proclaimed how happy this made him but something was odd, like an old memory he could not recall properly. In this instant, he could have reach out to him, ask for his help so he could flee with his love and hide or suggest that they stayed together, the three of them. Yet, that was not what he did nor what he believe he wanted. Eight years of convincing had made his beliefs harder than carbon and there was no coming back for now.

- Saeran… What are you doing here?

Finally, he spoke. His voice was merely a whisper in the night, a sound carried by the breeze of the early hours of the new day. But it still sounded oh-so painful and Saeran was confused at how much it  seemed genuine. This was not the time for chatter and he frowned in aggravated resentment as his lips curved in his most menacing smirk.

- I am not here for you tonight, Luciel.

Saeran eyes softened to an astounding extend as he gazed back to his princess before whispering in her ear to go seat in his car. His command was muttered with tenderness but she could not miss the hazardous undertone hinting that she had no choice there. She did as she was told and Unknown watched closely until she was secured. There was no doubt that Luciel would intend on getting her back. However, that redhead was out of words, speechless. There was nothing he could do here as he was a prisoner of the situation they were in. Should he stop her or Saeran? He knew he could not encounter his brother but he had to protect his friend. What should he do? By the time he was anxiously trying to find a solution, Unknown was climbing back in his driver seat. His engine back to life, he drove to the front of the cabin, turning to the side and leaned closer to his girlfriend so Luciel could perfectly see both of them through her opened window. A laugh cracked the silence. She barely had the courage to look at the devastated Luciel while Unknown was having hysterical stomach cramps. Once he behaved out of his mania, he placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer while glancing at his enemy with jovial provocation.

- Do not worry Saeyoung, I will come back especially for you. For now, I have to take care of our princess.

He sniggered once more and drove out of the place as fast as possible, feeling his anxiety kicking where Ray was locked. After a few minutes, he glanced at his love and smiled. Ray was right, she was such a pretty girl. A porcelain doll he wanted to play with as soon as possible.

- Is Saeran your real name?

He tensed his fingers around the steering wheel as he heard the doomed syllables. No matter how much he hated that combination of sounds, he had to admit that he kind of liked them coming out of her delicate mouth. He only nodded and she seemed to think for a moment before looking back at him.

- Can I call you like that? At least when we are alone if this is a secret.

She was such a smart girl. He agreed and took her hand so he could kiss her knuckles before biting them playfully. Should they stop for a while? They were on a road in the middle of the woods and the sun had still some time before rising. Ray suggested that they needed to gain some distance but Unknown only wanted to make her his now. He needed to feel all his torturing thoughts being shut and replaced only by her exalting existence. He wanted to melt in her as soon as possible. Maybe she had noticed the unidentified impatience on his face because she caressed the back of hair before playing with a lock of pink hair and spoke with a calming voice.

- Let us create our own happiness, Saeran.

Happiness…? Yes, that had been the purpose of his new life for so long but he could not reach it so far. However, Saeran had the confidence that, now that she was here, they could truly make it real. Unknown chuckled and hastily pressed on the gas pedal. They needed distance, he was okay with that, but he could not wait any longer and was only pushing his patience beyond limits.

- You are such a good girl. Let me drive just a little bit further and I will give you a reward.

The sun finally rose in the horizon as Ray woke up from the best sleep he ever had. It took him a little while to comprehend why he was laying at the back of his car and to realize that his lover was resting on him. Great new habit of his, he almost blacked out from the huge amount of blood rushing to his face and choked with it, accidently waking her up in the process. She placed sleepy eyes on his redness and simply smiled as she greeted him with a loving kiss on the tip of his nose.

- Looks like Ray is back… Did you sleep well, Saeran?

Damn it, was he dreaming again? Was it one of his bothering dreams he had way too often? He made a weird panicked expression as he spluttered in embarrassment. Even worse, he almost released a high-pitched whimper as she chuckled and kissed his lips. She sat up straight on his hips, letting his jacket fall off her shoulders as she started putting her clothes back on and Ray scrambled to hide his eyes from the heady view he had. What a perv Unknown was! Damn it!

#mystic messenger #requested #saeran choi #unknown #ray #saeran x mc #mysme #romance

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[MM] Ray Route Voice Recording Scene and VA Interview Revelation

Hello, this is Cheritz.

We have 12 more days to go until the release of Ray’s Route, a new story available on the Another Story!

For all our MC’s awaiting the moment with fleeting hearts and expectations, we introduce to you voice recording scene and all VAs’ interview video!

[The following videos contain spoilers. If you want to avoid any spoiler, please watch out!]

Another Story Ray’s Route Recording Scene

Another Story Ray’s Route Voice Actors Interview

We will meet you all on January 31st with Ray by our side.

Thank you!

#mystic messenger #cheritzteam #mysme #ray route

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The reasons why we date and break up

Pairing: Hyun/Zen x Reader/MC Genre: Angst. Disclaimer: None. A/N: Hyun, that idiot. Specific is good, Anon-san (〜￣▽￣)〜

Snowflakes landed painfully on the window of the taxi he was in. A deep sigh escaped, leaving him with only more of this consuming emptiness. It was nighttime, the perfect hours to get sentimental, but it seemed that it could not make Hyun any worse. A glance outside and he sighed once more. Big sparkling lights like a bokeh effect in a photograph contrasted with the pale coat the earth was wearing at this time of the year. If not for their stubbornness, they would have been walking down those shops, laughing wholeheartedly while sharing those street snacks (y/n) used to be fond of. Was it his fault after all? He had blamed her so easily but now that he felt hopeless, he realized he had acted like a spoiled child. Her love was so pure, so unconditional, it seemed he grew used to it and became ungrateful.

- Mister, where are we going?

A weak startle ripped Hyun out of his thoughts and he contemplated the scenery once more before answering. Was there anywhere he could go?

- Just go straight, please.

The car started, leaving the sidewalk for the consolation of the road. Hyun’s body sunk in his seat, wishing it would help him disappear from all those regrets. His life, now, had the filter of a sad movie, making him a desolate actor trapped in a dramatic cinematic record. This sounded so pathetic. Was it even worse that he wallowed in self-pity? He should have been rehearsing some more, exercising or jogging. Anything as long as it was useful.

Streets drew shades of desperation as the taxi brushed them with the soft purr of the engine. Having a nice body and a pretty face was useless if he was all alone in the end. Maybe he should call her. How long as it been since the last time they spoke? Barely a week but it felt as if years had already past, leaving poor Hyun as an old man embraced by a film of sorrow and bitterness.

His phone was fidgeting in between his slender fingers as digits pondered the intact recall of her number. Sadly, his heart pumped with joy as the calling vibration gave hope that she made the first move. If only she saw the wringing of his face when he realized it was only his ex-girlfriend. The disappointment was at the verge of an insult to this girl but it just confirmed where his heart was. Nonetheless, he picked up his phone, trying to sound as collected as possible.

- Zenny, I heard you had a dispute with your current girlfriend, are you okay?

Was it because he was irritated that he seemed to notice some satisfaction in her tone? He faked a chuckle and assured her that it was nothing serious. After all, it was not something terrible. It could not be. (Y/n) and him loved each other, they would get back together eventually. She just needed some time in order to learn how to fully trust him. The drama they made had been catastrophic enough.

- I hope it is not because of our relationship.

Now he was doubtful. They had no “relationship”. Was that why (y/n) lied to him? Maybe she did make the assumption they were having something again and she got scared. It could have been the case if his ex was spreading nonsense.

- What are you talking about?

Silence lengthened as she appeared to be carefully choosing her next move; strictly followed by her lovey-dovey voice acting that made him somehow uncomfortable.

- What do you mean? You are casted in dramas, you cannot show yourself with such a plain girl! I only told her that, for your career, you should appear with me in public instead of her since I am a sexy idol.

Seriously, what was wrong with all those pop singers? Echo Girl and her; was he a magnet for people like them? Now he also remembered how much she valued herself and anything that revolved around her. So that had to be what happened in the end. She must have told (y/n) to back off or something with that weird excuse that she was “not enough”.  His lover had already expressed this fear once or twice and, at last, he was the one who did not trust her and only made her insecurities worse. He sighed heavily before clearing his throat.

- Is this for my career or for yours?

His free hand roamed on the fabric of his jean. How did he get to a point where he would not even believe the person he loved the most? Since when did he stop fully supporting (y/n)? He should have acted better when he still had her.

- I would not be here if not for (y/n). You made your choices back then and I am making mine. I think we have nothing else to say to each other so please, next time, pretend that we never knew each other. I do not want to be associated with you any longer.

He hanged up just as he finished talking and exhaled tiredly. His ex-girlfriend broke up with him for the sake of her career and now that? At the time, he perfectly understood her decision and supported her even if it did pain him. But this? This was nothing he could accept. It was wrong and, moreover, it did hurt his precious princess. How he felt guilty. Sinking further in his seat, he closed his eyes for a minute, wondering again if he should call (y/n). Currently, she was at Jaehee’s apartment. For the past damn week. They fought about this and that and now he was all alone, unsure if he had anything worth (y/n)’s perfection. All she did was to care about him and… What got to him to act this way? He wanted to drink now.

Before he realized, Jaehee was answering the call he made. She was jaded but stayed faithful to both of them and managed more or less to deal with their fight. Even though, she distinctly stated that she trusted (y/n) with her version of the story.

- Oh Zen, I am glad you called. (Y/n) insisted on watching one of your DVDs… I do not know if I am in right of telling you this but she looks deeply sad… It seems to be getting worse… Do you really wish to stay on your grounds? You know (y/n) would never lie to you…

- I know. I made a mistake… But will she accept my apologies?

- I am sure she will if you try. At least, give yourself a chance. She loves you, Zen.

The two friends ended the call shortly after. Now was a good time to go back. No need to keep his depressed movie character mood; it was time that he took action and got his girlfriend back.

When he finally arrived in front of Jaehee’s flat, Hyun stopped on his track for a short moment. Even though he did not trust her when he should have, now was another opportunity. He was sure she loved him enough to try to understand his mistake. Three shy knocks on the door and it was Jaehee who greeted him with a relieved smile. He made his way into the home, intending to not make any noise so (y/n) would not suspect a thing. While his friend went to the kitchen to make some tea for the three of them, he approached his dear love before sitting gently next to her. Their eyes locked in a silence where he took her hand in his before pressing it lightly. He missed this touch so much, it seemed all his sadness took a final painful wave before disappearing. Same thing occurred to (y/n) as she started crying shortly after and Hyun pulled her for a tender embrace.

- I missed you, Zen…

- I know, I missed you too… I am sorry, I will always trust you from now on.

A fist hit his arm without any real force as she muttered that he was an idiot, which made him laugh before acknowledging.

Shortly after, Jaehee came back with a tray of warm tea and various treats, glad to see them finally back together. For she knew just how much they loved each other. The rest of the night was spent watching the musical, laughing at every cheesy line he got to say and realizing that, if they had been in a movie, they would have been, once again, a beautiful happy ending.

#scenarios #requested #mystic messenger #hyun ryu #zen #mc #zen x reader #mysme #angst

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Target

Pairing: Jumin x reader/MC. Genre: Angst. Disclaimer: Gunshots. Violence. Revenge (not explicit gruesome so I think it is safe). A/N: This request was made by @bat-yo-us on my previous blog. I am glad I saw it in time! I hope I met your expectations  ..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ Also, did I go too far with this once? Probably Nah. Tbh, I think Jumin could be pretty scary if anyone touches his s/o.

It had been half an hour since Jumin received a call from one of his security guard telling him someone managed to get inside his building. At first, he brushed it off, ordering them to clear the area properly before he would decide to fire them all for incompetence. Now, we all know that no one disappoints Mr. Han when a job has been assigned. However, he might have understood the severity of the problem when his assailer called him. “Your precious girlfriend will go down first.” His blood went cold. Not that he would usually take seriously any type of threat, but here it was about (y/n) and he simply could not take any risk. Moreover, everything got one hundred percent worse when he received a private message from Hyun. “I had a dream (y/n) was sent to the hospital, is she okay?” He looked at her who was sitting on the couch, Elizabeth 3rd purring on her lap. None of them being aware of the situation.

- (y/n), my love, take Elizabeth 3rd and come with me.

He tried to sound gentle but there was a hint of worried vibration in his voice that his fiancée could not miss and she complied without a word, for she knew when he needed her to listen. They went to his dressing room and he opened one of the large closets before asking her to get inside. What was happening? Even if she trusted him, she needed to know. He seemed way too serious. Still, she climbed in, bringing her knees closer to her while preventing the cat from leaving her arms.

- Honey, what is going on?

He tensed for a second and she realized his skin was sweating around his scalp. His gaze was looking everywhere except her and he ended up messing his hairstyle in motions of anxiety. It was the first time he ever felt this way. Him, who was normally so calm and collected. He felt as if the entire world was menacing his lover, and, let us say, acting out of his own character was a weird and suffocating feeling he did not like at all. Was this hideout sufficient? He prayed for it to be just enough so he had time to take care of the intruder. Her hand caressed his cheek and his mind cleared a little bit. Finally, he looked at her and leaned onto her affection.

- Stay here, you have to promise me. I will come for you when it is all clear.

She nodded, still completely oblivious but giving up in the name of trust. With that, he closed the closet on her and removed his jacket before rolling up his sleeves. He felt too hot now and needed to focus.

He went straight to his office and opened a locked drawer. In it, nothing other than a revolver he thought he would have never used. It was his father who gave it to him, suggesting that their position was dangerous and there could be a time where he would need to protect the ones he loved. But Jumin had been confident on his security system and had also always been all alone. Since he despised violence, he refused it first but ended up forced so he just consigned the gun to oblivion for a long time. For now, he placed it in his back pocket and headed back to the living room after he heard a loud commotion coming from the entrance. There, he was greeted by no other than the person who dared making all this fuss. A 40-year-old man with a torn suit. Typical. Normally, Jumin would have taken the situation with sarcasm and mock the guy by asking him if he did this by revenge for the company’s actions. It was not the first time someone was unsatisfied with how capitalism worked. But something did trigger him and he wondered if he knew the guy from somewhere else than contract meetings.

- You do not recognize me, right? I am the fucking incompetent employee you fired three months ago!

A maniacal laugh echoed on the walls at his statement. Now that he vaguely remembered the fact, Jumin wanted to tell him it was good he acknowledged his ineptitude… But he had to protect (y/n) so he kept that statement for himself and searched further in his memories. Gratefully, after some past exploration, he recalled more. An insignificant one who did not meet his expectations, nothing more, nothing less. So, he was making all that fuss for this? Sure, he was unstable.

- Did I not beg you? I told you I was going to lose my house if you dismissed me from my job.

He pulled a gun out and scratch his scalp with it, smiling while leaning on Jumin’s direction.

- You destroyed my life, I should do the same with yours! So… Where is the girl, uh? Tell me where that money slut is!

A loud bang ripped the air apart as he shot in the couch right behind Jumin, making him tense but not move. He might die here but he would never let this man touch her. So, he kept still. Silent. Mulled over every memory he had of the psychotic in front of him and tried to decide what he should do next.

Meanwhile, (y/n) heard the shot and stopped breathing. Jumin. Was he alright? He told her to stay in here but what if something had happened to him? It could just be the security guards solving the issue since they were equipped with guns… In which case, she just had to wait a few more minutes for Jumin to join her. But… What if that was not it? He told her… His almost desperate tone begged for her to hide… But she could not. She had to look for him.

And so, she left Elizabeth 3rd in the closet.

The man was laughing again, losing it as he turned around to see the rest of the main room before arguing that they had too much money to spend on uselessly expensive stuff. That is when Jumin went to the conclusion that it might be the chance for him to prevent the situation from getting any worse. The mad man was not paying attention so, maybe, this was the perfect time to act and stop him. Therefore, without thinking further, Jumin took his own revolver and shoot the arm that was holding the gun, making the man drop it and scream in agony.

- Jumin?!

Iced chills ran down his spine as he heard the love of his life calling for his attention. He turned around to face her and almost tripped when she ran forcefully into his arms while asking him if he was okay. Just as she wanted to make sure that he was not hurt, she saw, at the corner of her eye, the man behind him picking the gun again. It always happens so fast…

- Right, maybe I can make a two for one…

He aimed right at Jumin’s back and (y/n) just got time to switch their positions before feeling a sharp pain at lungs level. Nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, was it all? Why the world was so silent suddenly? Why did she felt everything and nothing at all? It just felt so… Odd. She fell to the floor as the intruder seemed to realize his action and ran out. But Jumin could not proceed what happened, all he feared came true in a simple second. He dropped on his knees to support her. Panic was evident on his traits but she smiled and placed her hand on his cheek.

- Shh… Do not worry, I will… Be fine, okay? ... Thank you for… protecting me.

How could she thank him when he failed? She was the one who saved his life, yet she considered him the hero. He hugged her closer to his chest as he felt a tear running down to meet her hair. Yes, she would be fine because he would not fail this time. He would make sure she wakes up. And, from now on, nothing would ever threaten her again, in any way. He had to make this promise for her. For him.

Two days later, he was reading her a bedtime story while she was laying on the hospital bed. She laughed sweetly as he even tried, for the first time ever, to act certain actions and asked for a kiss from time to time. He sure was making up for the incident. After a moment, his phone rang, crumbling their peace in exchange for a trip back into reality.

- Honey, I have to take care of something, so sleep now. I will be back before you wake up.

The expression looked sad but he kissed her forehead and assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Then, he left and she only briefly spotted the portentous expression on his face as he passed the doorway, leaving her to wonder if she even saw correctly.

Less than an hour later, he entered an abandoned warehouse. It was not his style nor his taste for business but it suited the granted enough. He saw one of his new guards and pushed the door they were watching. At the center, was the man who dared committing the unforgiving and, no matter how serious Jumin was, only repugnance dripped out of his body as he merely gave a despicable glance in his direction. He took out his suit and rolled up his sleeves before taking the gun he was given. Without tact, he ripped off the blindfold on the man’s head and aimed directly on his head. There were so many things running in his mind as the guy started crying. So many things he wanted to say but nothing that could reset what was done. So, instead, he shot him in his dominant hand, frowning as the piercing pain of the sentenced screamed in the empty room.

- You were incompetent but I never knew you were stupid.

He talked calmly as if he had been in a normal conversation. He had that businessman stature again, the one he always had when dealing his own way. The one way that guaranteed him to get any situation just like he planned. Then, he looked at the jagged member. This was not enough. This needed to be done properly. He needed to make sure that this man could never threaten his (y/n) again. So, he shot the other hand too.

- I would not have mind if you had tried to kill me just for firing you. You would have failed anyways and just wasted our time. But…

At this rate, the man was panting, no more able to cry, for the suffering was unbearable and he was at the verge of losing consciousness. Which only made Jumin more frustrated.

- You came after my fiancée.

He lifted the gun once again, steadying his posture so he could pierce the lung next. Just like this man did to her. He thought about killing him. He really did. But something prevented him from doing so. Maybe the angelic face of his lover. She would not want him to be a murderer... And he was no murderer to begin with. So, he shot in the void next to his ear and handed the gun to one guard before taking his suit back.

- Untie him and leave him here. If he manages to survive, it might teach him a life lesson.

And with that, he left the warehouse and headed back to the hospital. Back to the only thing that really mattered.

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A/N: Is Elizabeth 3rd still in the closet?

#scenarios #requested #mystic messenger #jumin han #mc #jumin x reader #mysme #angst

[dia-sana]

Painkiller (So I can smile a little)

Pairing: Saeran/Unknown/Ray x Reader/MC. Disclaimer: None. Plot: Takes place with Unknown, a few days after Another Story 4th day Bad Ending. A/N: I need chill pills ( ╯°□°)╯ ┻━━┻

This headache would not go away. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. This cold would not get better. Two pills, three pills swallowed without water and he coughed again. He was sick and all he did was thinking about her. Maybe she truly was his medicine. That thought flustered him and he grimaced while rubbing his wet forehead against his exhausted pale palm. For a few more minutes, he kept on growling, frustrated for he was aware of what he wanted�� Needed. This stupid attraction was good for the marshmallow. He, the strong one, should not have to rely on useless emotions. If Ray loved something, Unknown had to either break it or own it better. But this was not a simple attraction. This was Love. Ray… Unknown… Saeran. Saeran was in love. Maybe paying her a visit would not hurt as much as this headache.

He got up, tripping on his chair and cursed between his teeth before using that same furniture to keep his balance as his blood pressure dropped for a few seconds. Once more, his rusty throat tickled him with devilish intentions and he coughed until he could no longer breathe. Damn this weak body. Unstable steps were taken to reach the door of his office and he opened it, avoiding crashing on the floor in the corridor. If she really was the solution, she better had to give her best because he was wasting time for this ridiculous affection. When he arrived at her floor, where Ray locked her up, he stumbled again and used the wall to prevent his fall. Why was he coughing again? Two believers rushed but neither helped him, way too afraid of what he would do if they dared touching him when it was evident he was in his aggressive state.

- Mr. Ray, are you okay? Should we tell the Savior that you are sick?

Their voice trembled, went out as a quiet lamentation of both fear and disgust. Nobody liked Ray. Everybody hated Unknown. Wherever he went, no one would see the true him. No one would hear the silent cry of his soul, praying for the tiniest consideration. Everyone used him the way they wanted and threw him away the second they realized how useless he was. An only exception… She was all he had. He knew he had to force his existence into her mind but for the time being, he was confident that he was more or less special in her eyes. She could hear his pain, right? She said so many nice things to him, it could not all be fake. Moreover, Unknown was aware that she liked him; unlike Ray who kept on whining for his unrequited love. How pathetic this pink gummy was. The darker of them had knowledge of the way she looked at him. With those celestial irises. Ones that gazed only at him and longed for his love. Finally, there was something that made him better than the redhead. Luciel -as he called himself- did not have her. He lacked her. This was Saeran’s biggest pride.

Therefore, he had to see her. He craved her and each second was morphing into horrifying torture as she was so close yet still unreachable. He saw her door behind one of the believers and frowned as he coughed again. This pain was pulling him to death. At this rate, this would kill him.

- Out of my way! He barked to the people in front of him as he almost pushed one to make his order clear.

Could they not tell he could hear them whispering profanities against him just as he passed them? Nobody liked Saeran. But it was fine as long as he had her. He only needed her. Without forewarning, he entered her room, closing the door violently behind him as he choked again.

- Ray…?

What a soft sound it was. And what a cure he felt as her voice reached his ears. He opened his eyes again and they were greeted by her ethereal vision. She looked like a painting, her body embraced by the window frame that filtered flowers’ colors, stars and moonlight. But all this contemplation was good for his mind mate. What Unknown needed was action. He smiled as he realized he could finally do anything he wished for and the eerie chuckle he made could have sent her shivers if she was not so attracted to him.

- I am not going to be as gentle as him. But do not worry… I will please you like a princess.

He made his way towards her, leaving his jacket on the floor before gripping her waist and pressing hot lips on hers. An unexpected growl escaped from him and he kissed her harder. No matter if this was his first kiss, he was so eager it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing. An instant later, he felt her small hands touching his torso and he cracked a mischievous smile, thinking she was giving in to him and his fantasies. But she gently pushed him and gave him a concerned look.

- Ray, you do not look so good. You are sweating and your heat is burning. How long have you been in this state?

Ray, Ray, Ray. That was the only name she had on her tongue. It was the marshmallow who decided of it and he wanted to hear something else. As she guided him so he would seat at the edge of her bed, he took her wrist in his hand and dragged her between his thighs.

- Do not call me by this name, he ordered sorely.

She did not seem to understand but it was logical since he never took the opportunity of telling her about him. It even was the first time she was meeting Unknown.

- What should I call you then?

Her words were only a whisper as he glanced into her eyes. She had such beautiful ones. He could get lost in them and if this happened he would make the wish to never find his way out. His fingers brushed against her nape and he pulled her closer to leave wet kisses on her neck. Almost solemnly, for he was telling her one of his deepest secrets, he murmured against her skin.

- Saeran.

After a moment of silence, as she was only panting because of his touch, she finally released his real name, moaning it oh-so softly. Immediately, he snarled as he went to her parted lips again. How he hated this name. But it felt so right coming from her. His free hand went underneath her dress. But just as he was commending her to sit on him, she slowly shoved him off making him inadequately angry. He could not place a word, however, since he started coughing insanely just as he opened his mouth to speak. While he did, she placed her arms around his head and invited him to rest against her. He would have retorted. He wanted to. But he felt so sick. He felt so tired. And he suddenly realized this hug was far better than anything else. Because it was real, with the kindest purpose.

- Help me take my pain away…

The almost silent plead of a tormented grown up child. He looked so fragile. Maybe he truly was. Like this, he felt like a porcelain doll. Who could hold any bad thoughts towards him? Who could dare making him suffer? He deserved to find his own salvation. She cuddled his hair for a few minutes as he progressively relaxed in her embrace. Would she really stay by his side? Why was he so afraid of her farewell when it seemed she wanted to be with him? Ray, that idiot who failed their plan against RFA for an unfounded fear. But even Unknown was anxious. Because if Ray loved her, it meant he did too and this love was invading his mind to a point where it became his reason to live. She was his Paradise.

With the delicateness of a feather, she invited him to lay with the pillows before taking him in her arms once again.

- Rest up Saeran… No matter what, I am not leaving you.

Drifting slowly into a blissful sleep, the headache long gone, he smiled with the simplest sincerity. For she was the one who could help him heal his sick and pained heart.

#scenarios #non requested #mystic messenger #saeran choi #reader #mc #unknown #ray #mysme #romance

[dia-sana]

Ask box open ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello everyone, it is me, Sana. Previously on 365Lite.

So, it has been a been a month now. Story is, I couldn't connect to neither my tumblr account or my mail account. I tried for days to retrieve them but I couldn't. Which is strange but hey, life is life.

To be honest, I have been sick for those past months; and exams are coming soon so I have felt both stressed and tired. This is why I am only creating a new blog now.

I also decided to create a Twitter account. You can follow me there to be updated! (And read useless stuff.)

To begin with, I will be posting a new scenario with Saeran and the two requests I got before the accounts incident. 

Lastly, I got a graphic tablet! It has been one of my dreams for years and I am glad I finally got the courage to start. I know it is going to be pretty bad to begin with, but I will be sharing my work and progress with you.

Thank you to the ones who supported me so kindly when I started with 365Lite, I hope to see you here too.

I will still be posting mostly about Mystic Messenger.

I wish you a Merry, Bright and Happy New Year.

May we share beautiful memories together in 2018~ (Since Ray's route is coming lololol)

#scenarios #admin notes #mystic messenger #mysme

[dia-sana]

How to be a heartbreaker

Pairing: Jihyun(V) x reader/MC. Genre: Comedy, Romance. Plot: (Y/n) broke up with her boyfriend. One night, she gets drunk with friends and, on her way home, she meets Jihyun. She gets confused and believe they are on a date. But because she is afraid that he would hurt her, she decides to play by the heartbreaker rules. And it is dramatic. Disclaimer: Drunk MC.  A/N: Please, drink with moderation♥ I do not know how I came up with this scenario.

High heels made her presence sophisticated, attractive, as they could be heard anywhere she wandered. Nevertheless, she sighed as she stumbled, frustrated fingers brushing her hair as a response of incoherence. Her mind was already a chaotic mess and now, as if it was not enough, her stomach was indisposed. If she began throwing up, she had no idea if it would be her dinner or her heart that would come out. Really, she had drunk too much in the hopes of moving on. So many fishes in the sea, they said? She was still far from agreeing with that ridiculous statement.

Aquamarine locks flied in the air as the doors of the metro opened, welcoming the cold wind of autumn. Beautiful ocean eyes were glued onto the tiny screen of the camera he had in hands, struggling to discern the image as he was trying to judge if it came out as he had originally desired. To be honest, more than a decent capacity of sight, he needed inspiration. Something that would excite him, give him the flame he lacked to create art again. Deep down, he hoped he could fall in love again, for he knew he only felt alive when being in love and devoting himself to the person his heart claimed. Speaking of which, just as if his prayers were granted, his intact sense of hearing favored him with the distinct sound of unstable heels and he turn his head only to be greeted by the sight of a drunk young woman trying to proceed her way to the vacant sit next to his. He grew worried as she came closer, therefore aware that she looked as drunk as the scent and gait suggested. But before he could offer his help, she fell onto the sit, jolting his shoulder before moaning a vague apology as she flunked to meet his face. A hiccup shook her upper body and she sighed once more before bumping her occipital against the glass behind her in an attempted to rest for a while. The photographer slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, allowing the gesture since there was not enough light to hurt his cornea and stayed silent for a moment, taking her full frame in a sense of true appreciation of art. He though she was beautiful. No. Mesmerizing. His eyes cuddled her bare thighs, followed by her modest breast, soft neck, perfectly sculpted jawline and the cutest nose he ever saw. How he had wished to photograph her right in the instant. Even drunkenness suited her as it left her cheeks in an adorable strawberry tint. She was a piece of art on her own and he longed to immortalize her existence.

 Air left in between her parted lips for the hundredth time already and she soon fell asleep, alcohol crushing her brain for some non-restorative sleep. In a matter of minutes, after being swung from left to right a dozen times, her head fell on the shoulder of the man at her other side. The stranger grimaced, impatience giving him allures of a apathetic human being. He was about to jerk her off, not giving a care about her deplorable state, but Jihyun pre-empted his rudeness and gently shifted her head so she would be resting on his own shoulder. Innocently and obviously still napping, she took his arm in between hers and snuggled closer to him. Almost a millisecond later, his face went hotter and he pulled his sunglasses back up as if it could have hidden his reaction. Following this event, he decided to close his eyes for a moment too. When he opened them again, he found himself being scouted by a pair of hypnotizing iris. For how long had she been watching him? But, as he adjusted mechanically his glasses again, she smiled coyly and went back to rest on his deltoid. Half an hour later, he arrived at his station. What was he supposed to do? He was concerned enough that her friends let her leave alone so he, obviously, could not do the same. Even if he knew nothing about her. With that conclusion in mind, he mildly shook her hand on his lap, causing her to yawn in response and look back at him with half closed eyes.

- We should get off here.

She scanned her surroundings and got up with him, clearly not aware of the situation in which she found herself. How could she binge drinking so much she could not even comprehend what was happening? Thankfully, he was the one she met before anything bad could occur. After walking for a few minutes side to side in a surprisingly peaceful silence, he discerned the lights of a taxi and was about to call for it when the girl clung on his lifted arm to pull it down. She was not pleased by his gesture and her entire face transformed into a moody winsome expression.

- You cannot leave me now.

Her actions made him look at her with astonished eyes. He really had to call a cab for her but, if she was being stubborn, maybe sending her home alone was a bad idea. Against all ethics, he decided that she would be safer at his house and headed in that direction. On the road, a grin was plastered on his face while she was playing a game on her own, failing to walk only on the lines even if she was seriously trying to. Sometimes, he had to catch her hand to prevent her from falling and, in the mist of confession, he felt like a knight next to her. But she was more charming than a princess. Anyways, they managed to reach the apartment building and (y/n) stopped abruptly at the door, making Jihyun wonder if she finally realized where she was, only to be shut by her next move. Her fingers adjusted the collar of his coat as she bit her lip in reflection.

- Thank you for tonight.

Her voice was low, hinting an attempt in being seductive and Jihyun had to refrain a laughter since it was evident that she could not remember a thing but tried to fake it. What happened next though, left him speechless. There she was, softly kissing him as if for rewarding him after her statement. Unconsciously, his hand took shelter on her waist. He was far more enjoying the kiss than he would have expected. But she was also drunk so he knew where to stop his pleasure. They parted briefly after, Jihyun still being light-headed and secretly admitting he wanted more of it. Resulting in self-awareness and shame for his mental behavior. He could definitely not get attached to her. She headed to the door before gasping loudly. She could have understood her situation now, right? No. She complained that she could not remember the passcode and chose to press on the bells of every name figuring next to the lock pad, claiming that some neighbor would help her. He ran to her and opened the door quickly before anyone could see who made a ruckus in the middle of the night. When they entered his apartment, she threw her heels in the void and took a few steps as she scanned the place.

- I do not remember having such a cool home. I am so drunk.

At least, she knew it. He was about to enter his living room when she turned around to face him and chuckled.

- You know I am not going to have sex with you tonight, right?

Well, she was not blunted with her words. That was for sure. Fortunately, that was not his plan either so any misunderstanding was out of the way for now and he could calm his concerns a bit.

- I know, I will sleep on the couch.

He believed she would have a better rest if she slept in comfort so he had no problem in letting her sleep in his bed. Therefore, he smiled politely and headed to the bedroom so he could take extra sheets for himself. She followed closely and sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, watched him as he opened a closet and took out two blankets.

- You are a gentleman, I appreciate that.

She gestured him to come closer and, when he did, she pulled him so he tripped and landed on her. Not wasting a second, she kissed him once more. This time, running her phalanges in his azure hair. It took him a moment to restart his brain and, in the meantime, he kissed her too, leaving the mark of a burning desire on her cold lips. She was toying with him, he could see that. It seemed as if she wanted him to desire her just so that she could reject him afterward. The possibility that she drank to forget a boyfriend came in his mind and he felt sad for her. But when he came back to his senses, he got straight up and, for once, was pleased to be on his way to blindness because she looked way too desirable in this position and it would have been worse if he could have seen her clearly. She definitely got what she wanted out of him.

- I should leave you to sleep before doing things that might trouble you… Good night.

With that said, he fled out of the bedroom and headed straight to his living room, forgetting the blankets he left behind and never thinking about them again for the rest of the night.

A couple of hours later, he was still struggling to fall asleep. Disrupted by her presence, he got up and took his phone to look at the weather for the next day. He was being selfish, he knew it, but maybe he could photograph her. He was aware he might want more after getting to know her but he would think about that risk later. For now, he only wanted to do, with her, the only thing he was good at. After putting his phone down, he pondered which camera he should take and got lost in the process of deciding which type of photo would suit her best. That was the only thought that finally relaxed him enough to drift off in the arms of Morpheus and have a quiet night for once.

The next morning, he heard a scream followed by rushing footsteps and smiled kindly, keeping his amusement once again to himself, as the girl froze when she entered the room and saw him making breakfast.

- I am so sorry, she said. I broke up with my boyfriend and my friends thought it would be great for me to have fun, so I ended up drunk and at some point, I thought we were on a date and I did not want you to play with me so I decided to play with you instead but you were so kind and hot and now I feel bad… Oh my god, I am so sorry, I will leave now. Thank you for letting me stay.

How could a human speak so fast and without taking any breath? Her face was hot red and her gaze was glued to her agitated fingers. She was in a really embarrassing position but it only made her look cuter, to be honest. He forced himself to stay calm instead of cracking an entertained smile and served the pancakes in a plate. He assuredly heard her calling him ‘hot’. This made his day.

- There is no need to be worried. Take a seat, I made breakfast and there is medicine for your hangover.

He placed the plate on the empty spot in front of her and took his own as she sat nervously, muttering a shy thank you. As she did not seem to have hesitated in staying, he took this as a good sign and seize the opportunity right away.

- Now that you are sober… Do you have something planned for today?

#scenarios #non requested #mystic messenger #jihyun kim #reader #mc #v #mysme #comedy

[dia-sana]

Ooohh i have a request for yaa, can you write about mc caught jumin cheating and she ran away from him, when jumin tried to catch up with mc, he almost got ran over by a car if was not for mc pushing him out of the way, whether mc survive or not is your choice ( I'm an angst freak)

Of course, you did

Pairing:Jumin x reader/MC.Genre:Angst.Disclaimer: Adultery,Car accident.A/N: Thank you for your request! I got so excitedsince it is my first one~ It was hard to write because I cannot possiblyimagine Jumin cheating＼(º □ º l|l)/ I hope you will like it nonetheless♥PS: I am a trash for angst too ahh

She would not cry. She had silently sworn to herself she would not lethim witness what he did not deserve to see. The deepest part of her soul. Thevulnerable assets of her mind she would have willingly given access to him ifhe was not a pure asshole. A bedswerver. Whatever reason he had for achievingsuch a betrayal was not her business anymore. If she wanted to stay on her feetand keep her chin up, she had to move on. Accordingly, she could not affordcaring for his stupid motives.What was even worse was how he kept true to himself. How he stayednothing less than the logical Jumin with his classy attitude that gave him muchmore confidence than he truly had. (Y/n) would never have suspected he couldhave had a one night stand. She was kind of an exception in his life, right? Shedid not have to fear anything since she was her only true love. He never hadinterest in anyone else besides her (except the already taken and lost Rika).At least, that was what he stated. Maybe, in fact, that was what he wanted herto believe.His hand floated uncertainly in the air between them, trying to reachher while still preventing himself from getting hurt by the potentialrejection. Jumin was not an asshole. Nor an evil creature spawned from Hell.What the raven man truly was, was a selfish human. Like many others. So scaredof the illusional Sword of Damocles upon his head, made up by his own unfoundedfears. He would gladly choose destruction over taking any more risks.

- Do not touch me Jumin Han, you are deadto me.

Her words, invading his ears and his mind as if it was absinthe forcedinto his throat, left him with the dismal sensation of actual death. As if hechose (y/n) to be the only judge deciding if he had to be considered dead oralive. At this point, it would not have surprised him if he soon fell to reachhis grave.She turned around, the motion of her hair killing him further with thesweet scent of her shampoo, the one he washed her with when they took a shower togetherin the morning. She heard a heavy knock behind her and trembling fingersgrasped with despair the fabric of her shirt, before she had time to move herfeet far away from his existence. Meticulously, she dared glancing back, onlyto become aware that he had fallen to his knees and would not meet her eyesanymore, choosing the luxurious carpet as a better secure camp. Could he notface the fact that he had been the one raising the red flags first?

- Let me explain…

His voice sounded broken for once; so far from the linear tone she wasused to. Miserable was the most fitting adjective to describe the notes hisvocal cords emitted to form his words. But she still could not afford to care.Not after what he did. He may have seemed torn apart for now, but she was notthe culprit, for he was the one who sought her death days ago.

She realized then that she was still holding his phone with theevidences of his adultery in it. It had been such a coincidence, really. Theywere in bed, cracking really bad jokes and fighting for dominance in their embrace.Jumin was holding her, oh, so tightly, gripping her wrists and forcing themupon her head whenever she barely succeeded in taking advantage. His laugh was(y/n)’s favorite sound. It was so rare and so intimate. He rarely genuinelylaughed with anyone else. And so, when it found its way close to her ear, shegiggled and pleaded for Jumin to meet her eyes. Seconds passed as they were simplycommunicating like this, only chuckles and little teasing moans interruptedtheir silence.

- I love you Jumin Han, sheconfessed with a silly smile before biting her lip to prevent herself fromlaughing at her own childish shyness.

How he was fond of her when she told him those words with that adorableexpression. His free hand traveled on her cheek and he took a moment toappreciate the sight before closing the gap between them and kissing her withdesire.His palm migrated further down, meeting her thigh he grasped with force,pulling it upward so her leg would rest on his lumbar. His hips pushed againsther body, making him groan with delight.And that is when the truth was revealed; because his phone kept onringing, signaling messages of a persistent contact.

- Just ignore it, she said as she saw how he was growing frustrated and distracted. 

He kissed her irresistible smile once more and so it went on for aminute or two. But as the notifications kept on coming, (y/n) grew curious. Itcould have been something important, something related to work that neededJumin’s attention. Thus, she laughed and stretched her arm to take his phone onthe bedside table. They had nothing to hide from each other so they were usedto touching their significant other’s personal items without any second thought. But nothing tohide did not mean nothing kept under the doom of silence. She pressed herfinger on the message notification and started reading the first ones. Quickly,as she realized what was in front of her eyes, her finger slid faster on thetiny screen, making her harshly swallow whatever poison this was.

- Who is it? Assistant Kang? He asked, his impatient hunger making himpant while speaking.

There were so many messages, making references of something he had donewith a girl after a diner with his father and threatening to tell everything to(y/n) if he kept on ignoring their calls. The number was not even saved and therewere no previous chats which meant either he deleted them or the person just succeededin getting his number. Panic was evident on her features and the more she readthe more she felt sick.Seeing her growing anxiety, he stopped kissing her collarbones and went forher neck.

- Kitten, is there a prob-

She pushed him away as she gave him a death glare and he instantly knewwhat could have happened…

Thereby, things degenerated until they were both in the living room,one ready to leave while the other was on his knees. Two adults in love and at theverge of breaking apart.Inevitably, the phone slipped out of her hand, cracking his screen withthe last memories of their past love.Using the little strength and will she had, she forced herself out ofhis grip and headed to the door, hearing him almost crawling behind her as he wasgetting up to catch her once more.Luck might have been on her side as the elevator was just a floor below,but Jumin took no mercy on her and shoved himself inside it before the doorscould completely close.

- Just leave me alone, she warned, a taste like amaroid filling hermouth and making her even more dizzy as her brain rang the alarm that she hadto throw up.

She was about to turn away from him but he pinned her to the wall,making the elevator shake in the process.

- Look at me.

Congratulations to him. Once again, he sounded like the perfect richinsensitive man he pretended so fiercely to be. But (y/n) would not met hiseyes, she knew he still had a chance of impelling her to stay. His fingersclutched her jaw, forcing her to face him properly.

- I said look at me.

This time, she complied, powerless. So many emotions could be read inher aching pupils. He did not want to admit it but he was convinced he sawhatred in them. No matter how much love he still observed, it did not changethe fact that he distorted her perception of him to the point he had to looklike a grotesque monstrosity.

- You cannot force me like this Jumin. This could be called harassment,you know? 

A bitter laugh escaped in between his teeth as a pained smile tore his impassivefeatures.

- You have got to be kidding me (y/n), you are my fiancée, I can touch you as much as I want to. 

- No, I am not! You never asked me, so quit shitting around!

This time she was shouting and he saw the tears in her eyes, leaving himan instant in a deadpan state. She took advantage of it and pushed him awaywhen the doors finally opened.As she ran in the hallway to get as far away as possible from him, she beganto sob violently. Who knew why she thought of it at that moment but sheremembered their first date. He brought her a beautiful bouquet along with anecklace, stating that she was his from now on and that she had to always wearthis sign of property so it may be visible to any other man. She clearly recalledthe sensation of his digits brushing against her skin when he placed one of herlocks behind her ear before pulling her into a carefully chaste kiss. He loved her,she was certain of that. He loved her so much, even for an instant, he had beenwilling to give up all the barriers he created to protect himself… To be withher.But fear always catches up,no matter who you are and it becomes up to you whether to bend or straighten.Therefore, it appeared that Jumin was still scared of the monsters in his head.She heard him shouting her name multiple times, along with rushingfootsteps. How could this story end like this? Was it not supposed to be a Good Ending? If only she had known, shewould have never let him leave her side even for a second. She would have constrainedhim, forced the Bad Ending even ifthat was not a solution…She had been crossing the road without noticing. Not that it matteredanymore. Except when she heard him once more and it drew her back to awareness.Her attention went spontaneously to the side, realizing a car was coming theirway and had no time to prevent an accident. As if the world turned in slowmotion, she faced Jumin just when he was reaching her. When he saw thehorrified stare of her iris, he looked to his right and saw the car too. But,before he could react, (y/n) shoved him off, his body falling heavily on theasphalt while he wanted to save her instead.The strength from the adrenaline she got and the impact of his bodyagainst the bitumen stunned him for a second and, before he could open his eyesagain, he heard what felt like the most disturbing and mind invading soundever. Everything happened so fast, he barely even saw her hitting the car beforebeing propelled onto the ground. He wanted to scream, to call her but histhroat was choked by raw horror. His life, his universe, his most valuabletreasure… This could not be happening. He ran to her, suffocating on his ownpanic, incapable of thinking rationally anymore.

- (Y/n), my love… Please, open your eyes…

His fingers caressed her skin as he wanted to place a lock behind herear, registering, shortly after, that his hand was covered in blood and thatthere was even more of it on the ground where her head laid. 

- I am begging you, (Y/n) …

He planted a desperate kiss on her forehead before brushing his own hairto get them out of the way, leaving red marks wherever his phalanges went.

- Stay with me…

After that, he became numb to the situation. He felt nothing more thanthe violent agony in his chest as if something was trying to tear him open, torip him inside out. But his mind was blank and his muscles were too heavy tomove. The ambulance came fast, fortunately. His memories of what happenedbecame blurry the more the minutes passed. He had no souvenir of what the ERtold him either. Only vaguely answered their questions and just discerned anyinformation concerning his lover’s condition. When one of them tried toreassure him that they would take good care of her as they were heading to theoperating room, he barked violently, swearing he would destroy their lives ifthey did not bring her back to him. How futile it was to push something afarjust to beg for it once it was starting to be gone. Was it not what he wanted?To confirm his theory that he was better on his own? That (y/n) would find away or another to leave him?

At some point, Jihyun was here. Had Jumin called him? Probably.His friend kept silent. Only tried to calm him down when the doctorsannounced that (y/n) was in a deep coma and that she may never recover from thecognitive damages. He waited patiently with him until Jumin decided one day totell what happened. He was stroking (y/n)’s hair, unaware even someone in thecoma could hear what he said. He explained how he was drunk and scared becausehe realized more and more each day that he loved her beyond reason. He toldhis childhood friend how his father said he should not love her this muchbecause he would end up with a broken heart. Lastly, he talked about the girl,a complete and avid stranger who tried to convince him he needed to take a fewsteps away from (y/n) to clear his mind because, of course, they overheard hisconversation with his father in the restaurant and used it to their advantage.They started making out but all the wine in the world was not enough to preventhim from realizing what he was doing and he left the girl half-naked in thehotel room. Disgust forcing him to be sober again when all he wanted was toforget that disaster. After telling the story, he laughed ironically when headmitted that he had been planning on asking her to marry him, proclaiming hehad to be even more idiotic than his father.Maybe, just maybe, he had the tiniest excuse, barely sufficient for asecond chance. Jihyun thought so, but who knew since the only person capable offorgiveness was monitored from head to toes and unconscious?

Months had passed in which (y/n) had reeducation exercises and Jihyunmade sure to be there for her all the way. Jumin, on the other hand, wasnowhere to be found, as if he had vanished from her life or had simply neverbeen in it. Devouring himself in torment, avoiding her on the applicationmessenger or in any friends meeting, even isolating himself in his office andtravelling so much for business it seemed as if he lived in airports and hotels.She soon realized that her treatment was given by the best, most expensivespecialists and that she was not disbursing a cent for it. She dared to ask theazure man if he was the one paying, but the innocent smile he gave her wasenough to understand. Jumin had never truly left her side. He still took careof her. With his own clumsy signature…

A year later, RFA had organized a new party.

(Y/n) arrived at the reception in Jihyun’s arm. She still needed monthlyreeducation and thankfully accepted his suggestion that he should be hercavalier for the early stage of the party. To begin with, she talked about thelast few preparations with Jaehee but her mind was elsewhere, gazing at thedoor, waiting for a certain man to come in. This time, Jumin had no issue, he wouldnot be able to hide from her. So, when she spotted dark locks and the suit ofthe Devil’s advocate, she excused herself and went straightly for him.A finger called for attention on the executive director’s shoulder andhe turned around before freezing on his spot.

- Yes, she said without any other greeting.

- What do you mea- Oh.

He adjusted his oversleeve, trying to keep his stature, as she showedhim the ring lovingly displayed on the forth finger of her left hand.

- I assume Jihyun proposed to you for me, he declared with relievedamusement.

- Yes. And since it was him who proposed, I obviously accepted.

She chaffed him, smiling proudly as her arms wrapped themselves aroundhis neck while his hands embraced her waist he had not met for too long.

- Of course, you did, helaughed.

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A/N: I need happy endings, ok? Bear with me, Iam fragile ㅠㅠ

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[dia-sana]

You, Clouds, Rain

Pairing: Saeran/Ray/Unknown x reader/MC. Disclaimer: None. A/N: I wrote this the day I created the blog but I kept on avoiding posting it for some reasons. Still, I love it so much because Saeran and the rain are two of my favorite things (here comes coffee!!) so I decided I had to start my blog with this one. It was quite challenging not turning this into an angst.

By the way, it takes place when Saeran is Ray. Can you see the hints of psychosis?

It was raining at the Mint Eye’s mansion. Still, it did not stop Ray from wanting to collect a few flowers for his precious promise. He did not bother taking a more suited coat nor an umbrella. All he desired was to get this done so he could be spectator of the sweetest smile decorating the prettiest face he ever laid his eyes on. Everything else was futile at this exact moment. His light footsteps echoed slowly on the marble of the stairs in the main hall. As impatient as he was he forced himself to take his time since it would have been nice if (y/n) could miss him a little. This thought brought the tiniest blushy smile on his features, leaving him like a mess the more it took place in his mind. A disciple went past him, greeting him with the usual ‘Mr. Ray’ and he would have mentally stabbed himself if he had not succeeded in acting serious again. Nobody other than his lover had the right to see the love he felt for her. She had to be the only witness of his bubbling passion, for it was destined to her and only her. Long fingers pushed the garden door open as he finally had crossed all the residence just to get there. He made his way out, already starting to get soaked by the cries of the clouds. He remembered hearing once that (y/n) really liked days like this. That time, she opened the window and hummed as she took a deep inspiration. He thought it was odd to open a damn window just to get her face wet and cold and, actually, he still did as he was walking on the paved road that led to the flowers he wanted today. But she looked so beautiful he had wished that moment would have lasted forever.

- Saeran?

The most calming voice called his name, making his heart skip a beat and his mind go blank. Still, his body managed to turn around in the direction of the sound. Even the other facet in him could not be repulsed by the way she pronounced those syllables. Only pure adoration filled him in every crack of his being. While his expression did not change from his usual intimidating stare, he thought he could have sworn she was getting prettier every day, even more in this sight. A landscape that fitted her perfectly. She was at the door frame, protecting herself and her pale attire with a transparent umbrella. Could she had been an angel? Sometimes he pondered if she was real or if she was going to vanish like smoke in the air. But she did look concerned and this got him confused. Quite worried too. Nothing had the right to make turbulence in her happiness.

- You are going to catch a cold like this. We are in November and you are wearing nothing to keep you warm, plus it is raining. What were you thinking? She said kindly as she made her way to him.

The young woman placed the umbrella upon their heads and a blush creeped on his cheeks again. She did not notice though, or she just pretended as if nothing happened because she knew it would have embarrassed him.

- It is raining but you prefer talking about me… It feels good, he whispered, so quietly even the flowers could not hear him.

- Well you are more important than some raindrops, don’t you think?

This took him aback. More important? To who? To her? Damn, was this true? Could it be true?

- Saeran… She called again, softer than before. She must have seen him drifting in his unassertiveness.

(Y/n) robed him out of his thoughts and he looked at her, motionless. He loved hearing his real name slipping out of her mouth. It felt right. As if he had a name just so she could pronounce it. He almost asked her to repeat herself so he could feel the butterflies a little longer. How much he was selfish to love her, granted he was convince he did not deserve her.

- Do you want to have a walk? He asked, begging bursting out more than he wished to admit.

His hallowed princess nodded and crossed her arm with his, inviting him to take the lead. Little did he know just how much her own heart was racing like some disease. No matter in which state he was; violent or vulnerable, caring or abusive… She loved him. She hoped she had the courage to confess it. However, she never knew why she kept silent; if it was from the fear of rejection or the one of seeing him flee. She was afraid her feelings would be a burden to him and he would run away from her, maybe even kicking her out of their little paradise. Not that Mint Eye was the promised land, it was far from it to an extreme. But heaven was anywhere as long as Saeran was by her side. She was definitely sure he was her soulmate, her only true companion in life. For it, he did not have to know her heart as long as he was happy staying with her like this. Well, anyone may have wondered what kind of stupidity this was because it was clear as crystal that he loved her too but, call it insecurity, she was reluctant. She kept on telling herself that maybe he loved more the idea of having someone for himself rather than truly adoring the person itself. Which was the worst guessing she could have made since he loved her with every instance of his mind, body and soul. Nonetheless, for the time being, they were quietly roaming, arms locked and fingers playing together in a tender embrace.

After a few minutes, he realised she still was the one holding the umbrella and he started debating whether or not he was supposed to take it from her. He kept this a dead secret but when he had the tiniest free time he would search about couples. That was how he started to long for kisses, hugs and dates. What was that terrible movie called again? The one where the boat crashes onto an iceberg and literally almost everybody dies? That movie was trash. Well, at least in Saeran’s point of view. He never had time for such trivial distraction but he thought movies were supposed to entertain you, not break your heart. Plus, it was boring. In a way. Because, halfway through it, Ray found himself daydreaming about him and (y/n). Maybe he could take her to a cruise one day, he wondered. Until the iceberg appeared of course. After that, he swore he would have to restrain his fantasies to safer dates. He heard a little chuckle and turned instantly his attention to reality again, realizing he had been staring at her like a creep the whole time. She did not seem phased by it though. One more reason he loved her so dearly.

- If you wish to kiss me, you do not have to ask, you know, she told him in a teasing manner.

She giggled once more, sending him waves of warm felicity. In spite of that, he was quite in a tizzy by her words and, this time, it was impossible to pretend he was not blushing like the first roses around them.

- Nonsense, he muttered, frankly avoiding her gaze.

- I suppose you do not want to then.

She sounded a little… Disappointed? Did she hoped for him to kiss her here? Just like this? They never had their first kiss though… He never gathered the courage to do it as having physical affection was still kind of weird to him. Not that he did not enjoy it; he just was not used to. He needed to learn. He needed to have the assurance he would not fuck up everything if he did touch her. Her arm left his and he received the umbrella in exchange as she took a few steps into the pouring landscape. Quietly, as if he was peering at the universe harmonizing with his lover, he watched her lifting her head up so she could feel the drops on her face as she inhaled gleefully. Seconds later, she looked at Saeran with a smile he never saw until that day. She looked stunning. Drenched to the bones by the rain and the obvious joy she was feeling. That was when he stopped caring for an instant about everything else. Maybe with a little help from his ‘mindmate’ Unknown too. The umbrella fell to the floor next to him and, in a heartbeat, he took her wrist to pull her closer so they were already only millimeters apart.

- Saeran what are y-

Finally.

His lips pressed against her own as his fingers made their way against her cheek and onto her wet locks. This sensation was so pure he might have panicked and pinched himself to wake up from his dream. But (y/n) brought her hand at the back of his head to prevent him from escaping and he was forced to contemplate the fact that he was indeed fully awake. She tasted like freshly baked pastry and hot cocoa, making her even more delicious than he ever dared to imagine. Her lips were warm, smooth and he could tell that he became instantly dependent to this. Reality was so much better than hopes and dreams. She was the one to finally break apart. Her forehead rested against his and he took an instant to watch how beautiful she was with her eyes closed and her lips turned roseate. He never felt this happy in his entire life. Even if a part of him still feared her in some way, he trusted her so naturally. In that sense, he knew she meant well by kissing him back and this realization only made him even more exalted.

- (y/n) … he murmured with adulation.

Her gaze met his as she opened her eyes, humming in response. But he did not say anything else. He was lost in the moment. His mind went from a point to another, unable to really think clearly. Could this be real? Could he have finally reached the promised happiness? The rain felt as if the world was protecting them, creating a pocket dimension just for them to exist in it. This was happiness. He knew it. At least, he was the closest he could get to it, if only he was not so broken.

- Let us go back inside Saeran, you are going to catch a cold.

And he was only able to nod silently before she took his hand and the umbrella. A thought made him smile as he walked with her, almost bringing joyful tears to his eyes…

They would never be apart, for she was his now. They sealed their own contract.

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