#3 months of no writing and I make whtever the hell this is

[mooshys]

mystic messenger homewrecker

genre: humor, fluff

summary: in which a misunderstanding occurs between you and atsumu in the dead of night because of a mystic messenger notification.

wc: 1.2k

author’s note: does jumin han is gay?

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Slowly rising out of bed, Atsumu turned in the direction of where the noise was coming from. He could barely keep his eyes open as his head lulled back and forth, the spell of sleep still present.

Ping!

Another chime came from the nightstand, accompanied by the lighting of a screen. He kissed his teeth. Talk about annoying. Who the hell was texting him in the middle of the night?

With a sloppy hand, he reached for his phone to read the message notification and send a few nasty messages accompanied by a couple curses to shut them up. (Unless it was Mama Miya. Or Kita. Either one would get a nice reply back. Even though he was barely awake, he still had enough sense in him to not cross them.) Still half asleep, Atsumu brought the phone to his face and readied his thumbs.

However, as soon as he looked at the screen, Atsumu realized that it wasn’t his phone going off in the middle of the night.

It was yours.

He wasn’t trying to be nosy... it was a simple mistake and your screen was right in front of him now. He couldn’t help that the notifications caught his eye. Frozen in place, he read the most recent badges displayed.

I miss you more as each day passes.

Let’s chat soon. Your voice soothes me.

I want you more than Elizabeth the 3rd. What can I do to make you mine?

Atsumu could only stare at your screen, his mouth hung open and ready to catch any flies. His eyes zeroed in on the sender of the messages.

Jumin Han.

He squinted, focusing on the name.

Who the hell is Jumin Han?

His name had never come up in conversation before and he couldn’t recall being acquainted with anyone new recently. Well, it didn't matter now. Whoever this guy was… Atsumu knew there was one certainty.

Jumin Han was a bastard. The ultimate bastard of all bastards.

Poor Elizabeth the 3rd. That chick should cut off all ties with Jumin. The dude was obviously a filthy little homewrecker who held no regard for her wellbeing.

And then Atsumu turned to you. Oblivious you. Sleeping away as he found out about your well kept secret boy toy Jumin Han. He could hardly believe this was happening. After years of a steady, healthy relationship… to throw it all away for some random nobody scrub named Jumin Han. Atsumu doubted this man could take care of you like he could.

Unable to wait until the morning to confront you, Atsumu grabbed your arm to shake you awake.

“Hey, get up,” he whispered, trying not to sound too mad. After all, he wouldn’t want a yelling match in the middle of the night. That wouldn’t solve anything (and, much to his chagrin, you would probably win even when half-asleep). “We need to talk... C’mon, wake up!”

You groaned as a response, first trying to swat his hands away to continue your slumber. Instead of leaving you alone, he kept pestering, pushing on your back as if you were needing CPR until you finally got up in annoyance. Exhausted, you slowly sat up in bed, facing him with a scowl.

“Ugh..." You could barely keep your eyes open as you turned to face him. "What’s so important that we have to talk in the middle of the night right at”—you turned to look at the clock on your bedside table—”four in the morning? I swear... if this is about the vacation planned—!”

“Who’s Jumin Han?” he blurted as he held your phone to your face. From the close proximity, you had to move your head back to properly look at the screen.

“What?”

“Who’s Jumin Han! Who is this guy and why’s he texting you in the middle of the night asking for you to call him and bein’ all sweet...!”

You could only stare at him. It was four in the morning and your boyfriend was asking you why a fictional game character was sending you generic programmed cheesy love calls. Between the two of you, you weren’t sure who was more pathetic.

To Atsumu, your silence spoke volumes. Jumin Han, the homewrecker of the century, was going to get his ass whooped as soon as he found out more about him. How could he break such a wonderful relationship between you two? When you pinched the bridge of your nose, he wondered if this truly was the end and if he should start packing his bags.

“Atsumu…” You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you ran a hand through your hair. “He’s…"

Holding his breath, Atsumu waited for your answer, clenching his jaws as he prepared himself.

Here it comes... The truth hidden beneath all the lies!

"...It’s a game. That’s a game notification. Jumin Han isn’t a real person.”

He kept still, the only movement being the furrowing of his brows. Even in the dark, it was easy to see Atsumu’s face turn pale. Your phone slipped out of his fingers and fell onto the plush of the comforters.

“Game... notification…?”

“Yeah, I saw people online talk about it, so I wanted to see why people were playing it,” you explained and grabbed your phone. You tapped on the notification and it brought you to the app. “See…? It doesn’t even bring you to iMessage... It's just a funny game...”

Atsumu kept quiet as he stared at the intro video of the game play in front of him, the upbeat music accompanying the line-up of good looking men barraging the screen. He couldn’t make out any words as he realized his terrible, terrible mistake.

“You woke me up because you were jealous of a man who isn’t even real,” you said, getting comfortable in your bed again. You had half the mind to kick Atsumu off the mattress and have him sleep on the couch. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”

Too flustered to defend himself, Atsumu threw himself into the covers next to you, accepting defeat. Yeah, it was embarrassing, and maybe he could bag on you tomorrow for playing such a game, but right now he had to keep his cool and forget about the fact that he thought Jumin Han was a homewrecker.

“Well, why would you play that thing when I’m right here!” he countered as he shifted closer to you. His words were now an angry whisper since his head was right next to yours. “I think I’m waaaaay better than that Jumin Han guy, real or not. He’s cheatin’ on his girl Elizabeth to get to you.” He scoffed, getting mad all over again. “I read that message and I just know he’s the worst outta all of 'em.”

At this, you couldn't help but snort. Yeah, he was jealous. So jealous.

“Elizabeth the 3rd is a cat, Atsumu,” you said between chuckles. “What are you so worried about now, anyway?”

His body stiffened for a moment before huffing out. Another mistake. “Whatever! Just forget about him!”

“I don’t think Jumin would treat me like this,” you teased to which he groaned and turned so that his back was against yours now.

“Let’s just go to sleep... I got practice early in the morning and I don’t wanna talk about this anymore…”

But you were the one who woke me up in the first place, you wanted to argue back, but you held your tongue. It was already late and you were sure he was going to feel the consequence of this conversation within the next couple of hours.

As the minutes passed, before you finally drifted off, Atsumu turned his body so that his chest was pressed against your back.

“Night,” he mumbled under his breath, unsure if you were even awake to hear him. You decided to keep silent, instead choosing to hold his hand in yours. His breathing slowed, turning more rhythmic as you felt his chest push against you every so often.

Before you fell asleep, you made a mental note to delete the app first thing in the morning.

#JUMIN HAN THE HOMEWRECKER #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu ff #hq fanfic #hq x reader #atsumu #miya atsumu #Ughhhhhh I hate tagging so much I wish there could be tag folders or smthing idkkkkk #anyway I can't believe I made a thing that's so wild #is mystic messenger still a thing do people still play it #Bye it might make more sense to have zen as the homewrecker but it's so funny to imagine #atsumu getting mad over jumin they're such polar opposites #3 months of no writing and I make whtever the hell this is