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natasha-in-space · 7 months

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Unknown/gn!reader;

For day 1 of Mystictober: favorite character/dance. I will be doing only a handful of these this year around, depending on which promts get me inspired enough to write something! This one's very self-indulgent. I always thought of what would have happened if you got a chance to interact with Unknown in the game. What if he shows up at the party?

"I never would have expected to see someone as mysterious and broody as you in the middle of such a posh event, Mr. Unknown."

You only laughed as your dance partner tightened his hold on your hand in response to your little jab, his cold eyes narrowing at you in a silent warning. A warning that only encouraged you to get ever bolder with your relentless teasing.

It's common knowledge to avoid playing with fire, unless you want to get burned. Alas, you were never good at following this saying. After all, who in their right mind would listen to a complete stranger and go to some remote location with minimum fuss? You didn’t know whether you were really that stupid, naive, or you simply didn’t care about your own life anymore. Perhaps, the truth was somewhere in the middle, as it often was. Either way, your every choice lead you to this very moment: with you now swaying to the soft jazzy melody, a man you met face to face for the very first time as your partner.

And, despite all the glaring red flags, you felt oddly at peace with it.

It was hard to see any red when all your eyes could focus on was this beautifully harsh mint that pulled you in, like an enchanted lake would lure some poor traveler's soul in those old-timey tales you would read as a child.

You knew that you should probably try to notify Seven of the presence of the very same hacker that has been tormenting their organization for days now. You knew that what you were doing right now was stupid at best, and outright dangerous at worst. You knew that this wouldn't end in your favor, regardless of how much fun you were having in the present. But, you also knew that you wouldn't do the right thing here. You had every opportunity to contact Seven and relay all the important info to him, once Unknown contacted you again for the first time a few weeks ago.

Yet, you didn't. You never did. Not even once. Not a single slip of the tongue left your lips about your secret guardian angel who was watching over your every move and word. Or, was he a devil? His smirk was certainly devilish, in the best way possible.

Instead, you indulged in this mysterious man's attention, cryptic messages sent between you two leaving you reading in between the lines, hungry for answers you knew you wouldn't find. You were just a plaything to him. A tool. His eyes. And yet, something about that left your heart fluttering in your chest, much to your own bewilderment and curiosity. You were connected. What you saw, he saw. What you heard, he heard. Something was alluring about knowing that someone was watching over your every move with such precision.

Maybe, you just weren't right in the head.

You brought up the idea of him going to the party as a joke, really. In hindsight, you probably should have known Unknown doesn't do jokes. Despite everything, you were unsure if he would arrive up until the very last moment. That is until you got a message from him. In a classic Unknown fashion, it was something that would surely make chills run up your spine if you were someone of sound mind. Nothing but the short: 'I see you ^^', that left you looking around the ballroom, as if you forgot where you were for a second. He wouldn't reveal himself to you for another 20 minutes or so, pulling you along for a frustrating game of cat and mouse. And, despite you supposedly being in the role of a cat in this game, you never felt more exposed. Much to your disappointment, he didn't let you find him in the end. He came to you instead.

When it came to Unknown, the game was always rigged from the start. He was the one in control, holding all the cards, and he didn't try very hard to hide that from you. In fact, you were pretty sure he found your little games exciting in his own strange twisted way. He enjoyed toying with you, and you played right into his hands every time. Like a good little tool, you were.

His appearance definitely blended well with the party. No one would suspect that the young man the party coordinator chose as their dancing partner for the night was of any threat at all. Truth be told, the moment he finally revealed himself to you fully, you found your breath getting caught up in your throat as you took him in, no physical barriers or mind games stopping you this time around. Unknown wore a captivatingly dark tailcoat adorned with mint patterns, and, if you squinted very hard, you could make out an eye or two between the thin intertwined lines. It was somewhat funny. As if he just couldn't help but make a point of him keeping his eyes on you at all times. The captivating mint accents on his black tailcoat certainly brought out his eyes of the very same odd color, making it that much more easier for you to get lost in them. You wondered if he wore contacts. Such eye color didn't seem natural. Then again, Unknown was always unpredictable, full of mysteries you would never solve, unless he let you. The plain white button-up he wore underneath his tailcoat was unbuttoned at the collar just enough for you to see a slick black choker around his neck. You certainly didn't have any naughty thoughts of hooking your finger under it to pull him closer to you, until he was pressed flush against you. Not even once. His white hair with pinkish ends was messy, not at all styled to look neatly combed like the rest of the guests here, and you couldn't help but marvel at the way his slightly curly locks would sometimes fall over his eyes, making the desire to reach in and brush them aside almost unbearable. He was simply exquisite to look at. A lovely treat for your eyes. Or, was he more like poison? Luring you in with this irresistible facade, only to capture you in his claws once you were too close for comfort?

No matter what he was, you hoped he felt the same way about your party outfit as well. Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, but you swore you caught him occasionally looking you up and down, the intensity in his gaze increasing ever so slightly, as he would then swiftly pull you close in your dance, making your body brush up against his ever so slightly. Judging from the low chuckle that would rumble in his throat whenever he did that, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. So, is that really such a crime to pay him back a little?

"You sure have a lot of sass for someone who's supposed to be so seemingly perfect, party coordinator." Unknown hissed just loud enough for you to hear, suddenly dipping you as you gasped and stared up into his eyes, completely taken aback by this unexpected move. He didn't have to do much to leave you breathless. And you didn't really try to conceal that fact from him. Just as quickly, you were brought right back up, with him now twirling you around, your back pressing up against his chest. His hands playfully slid down your sides, until they gripped onto your hips, leaving you trembling in place, your face suddenly growing too hot for comfort. You barely managed to suppress a choked whimper as his breath ghosted the shell of your ear in such a delicious way. "You're in no position to tease me, Y/N. But, I admire your boldness. Makes it that much more tempting for me to tame you. Oh, but you probably would like that, wouldn't you? That's why you left those bastards in the dust without a second thought. You know your place."

Fuck, what are you even supposed to say to that? In fact, it was becoming difficult for you to even think straight, not with the heat of his body against your back making you feel all hot and bothered. You gulped. "...Is it too early to take you up on that offer of yours?"

Both of you were well aware of what you were referring to. It was the very first message he sent you after you foolishly stepped into Rika's apartment at his request, essentially sealing your fate.

'It'll be really fun from now on. Enjoy your time with everyone. I'll go get you soon.'

Your chin was tickled by a gruff chuckle as his thumb caressed your hip. God, this man was driving you wild. "Patience, dear party coordinator. The end will be the same either way. But, if you do a good job for me... I might consider giving you a reward once that time comes."

"A reward?"

As his chapped lips briefly brushed against your cheek, you could only gasp, trembling in his arms like the silly butterfly you were. Except, this butterfly landed into the spider's web willingly. You wondered what that meant for you.

"I'll personally welcome you to our eternal party. Consider this your personal invitation to paradise, prince/ss."

#mm_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #unknown choi #mystic messenger unknown #saeran choi #unknown x reader #saeran x reader #this man makes me feel some sort of way #this is technically a song fic??? but also not???#high enough by k.flay was playing in the background of me writing this

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password-door-lock · 6 months

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Mystictober Day 24-- Mirror

There are no mirrors in the bunker.

There were, of course, when Saeran first arrived— he shattered the one in the living room by throwing a shoe at it shortly after Saeyoung abducted him from the hospital, and the bathroom mirror received similar treatment when Saeran's roots started to return in earnest. Saeyoung took this as a sign from the universe that the handheld mirror in the top drawer by the sink was also destined for the garbage heap, which, presumably, was where it ended up. It's been four months since that particular incident, and Saeran could probably look at his reflection on his phone if he really wanted to. It's not like he hasn't seen any pictures of himself— he knows that he would be confronted with even more of those red roots than the small hint of crimson that provoked him to destroy the bathroom mirror. But, then, he's no longer allowed to bleach his hair, and he doesn't care enough to bother with eyeliner, so what use does he have for his reflection? He wears the clothes that Saeyoung gives him with no regard for their aesthetic merits (or lack thereof).

Your apartment, however, is quite different. It is nothing short of a miracle that you persuaded Saeyoung to allow you to invite Saeran over for an unsupervised visit— he still doesn't know how you managed that, but he is grateful for the change of pace. It's clear that his brother trusts you, and having known you for several months now, Saeran can see why. Your place is cozy, full of muted colors and decorated with a seemingly random assortment of knickknacks. There are also mirrors everywhere: in the bathroom, in the bedroom, and, for some reason, in the closet where you keep your shoes and coats. Saeran can't understand why you like to look at yourself so much, but it’s not his place to judge. You’re giving him time away from the bunker, after all, and for that, he’s very grateful. Though he knows that his brother means well, Saeran feels somewhat suffocated, confined to that cramped, cluttered space with Saeyoung all the time.

Twenty minutes into his visit, you catch him staring at his reflection in the hall mirror. “I look like him,” is the only explanation he offers upon your approach.

It's striking how similar Saeran has become to his brother. Since leaving Magenta, not only have the red roots returned to his hair, but he's also put on a little bit of weight, making his face fill out slightly. The bags under his eyes are fainter, more like the ones that Saeyoung wears on account of his erratic sleep schedule than those that Saeran sported when he stayed awake working for days on end. It's as if the more time he spends in the bunker, the less he exists as an individual, and the more he melts into being Saeyoung's brother— not that Saeran ever really existed as an individual to begin with. Before this, he was just a part of Mint Eye; he has traded one set of walls for another, though at least he is no longer being lied to or manipulated.

You just shake your head at him as you assess his reflection in the mirror. “No,” you tell him firmly but kindly, “You look like you.”

Saeran rolls his eyes. “Obviously. It's what I look like.” He doesn't know why you would even bother to point out something so apparent.

You giggle. “Right.” Your smile is encouraging as you gesture at Saeran's reflection. “But what I mean is, you don't look that much like Saeyoung. I can still tell the difference, even if you are twins.”

Saeran snorts. “Because of my hair.” When his roots take over his head, will he no longer be himself? Will he exist exclusively as an extension of Saeyoung, the way he did when he was a child? Will he ever truly have the freedom to be his own person? Thoughts like this always make him feel guilty— after all, Saeyoung has given Saeran so much over the course of the past few months, going out of his way to transform the bunker into a relatively safe healing environment. Perhaps their fraternal relationship will always be complicated and strange, but they're still family, at the end of the day, and Saeran certainly doesn't hate his brother as he once did.

“No,” you assure him once again. “Your nose turns up more,” you explain, “And you have freckles on your forehead, but hardly any on your chin. I guess that's from going outside with a mask on, right? And your jawline is different, too, see? And your expressions aren’t the same as his, either— you don’t smile the same way. Trust me, I know.”

“You do know a lot about my face,” Saeran concedes. In fact, you’re almost as informed about his features as he is about yours, although he gathered the majority of his intelligence before he even met you, when he was trying to decide whether you’d be suitable for the infiltration mission. He doesn't understand why you would pay attention to all those details when you were oblivious enough to let him lure you into the apartment with the bomb, but maybe your experience with the RFA has made you more observant. There's no way that you like him, right? Someone as bright as you couldn't possibly see anything in anybody like him. You must just be trying to cheer him up.

“Anyway, of course you don't feel like yourself if you're wearing Saeyoung's old clothes,” you muse. “Why would he even have an argyle sweater? It's so ugly.”

Saeran’s lips quirk up a little bit at that. He likes how honest you are with him— everyone else seems to be walking on eggshells in his presence, afraid of setting him off, but you're bold enough to tell him the truth. “I think he wore it in college.” Saeyoung said something like that when he gave Saeran the sweater, though he didn't pay much attention to his brother's words at the time. His primary consideration was that this particular sweater was the best of the bunch— it might not be Saeran's style, but it doesn't look like it belongs in Saeyoung's wardrobe, either.

“Well, you need some clothes of your own,” you decide, “I guess Saeyoung must be worried about having things delivered to the bunker for you, since somebody could use it to figure out where you’re living— but I don't think anybody would even bat an eye if we had stuff delivered here. He's really looking out for you, you know? But I just wish he wouldn't try to do everything himself. Come on.” You hold your hand out, waiting for Saeran to take it, when you could easily just drag him away from the mirror. You're always giving him choices, always letting him take the world at his own pace. “Let's go shopping.” You must mean online— there's no way you would subject Saeran to a crowded in-person store.

“Okay,” Saeran says after a moment. He won’t pretend he’s not interested in finally getting some clothes of his own. Saeyoung will probably be over the moon when he finds out that he's getting his Longcat T-shirt back, too.

If you're put off by Saeran's refusal to take your hand as he follows you over to the couch, you don't mention it, electing instead to open your laptop and start chattering about the merits of various online shops. Saeran is glad to have somebody like you in his corner, he decides as he settles in beside you on the couch. You’re a good friend to have.

#Currently brainrotting over the complicated balance of life in the bunker immediately after secret 2 #Like that must be such an emotionally charged situation all around #mm_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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marshmallowprotection · 7 months

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"You've taken a liking to photography, huh?"

Saeran looked up from the camera in his hands. His brother wasn't wrong. Though, it wasn't that he'd taken a liking to it. He'd enjoyed taking pictures as soon as he learned what they were, and even as memories twisted and shifted around him in Mint Eye, that was the part of him that didn't waver in its desire to do something.

A photo was a snapshot of a special moment in someone's day and that was something nobody could erase.

People tried to erase his memory time and time again but as long as he had something to substantiate his memories, he knew nothing could be taken away.

When he was trapped in the darkness of the security room, the only thing he could think about was the next time he would be able to go outside to look at the flowers.

It was a benchmark he had to run towards to achieve, and he often came up short. So, whenever he could take a picture of flowers, he would. It was the thing that would keep him going when things got rough before he knew about you. Proof, he thought. Proof that he'd been outside. He needed that thought to help him remember what his goal was.

He would look at his phone to trace the memory in his head. He would stare until he could remember the sensation of being under the sun. He would think about the warmth kissing his cheeks. He would think about the gentle touch of petals against his fingertips. He would think about that moment of peace and it would help him get to where he needed to be.

Saeran fiddled with the device and nodded. "Yeah, [Y/N] convinced me to purchase a camera since I keep running out of space on my cell phone... I take a lot of pictures of whatever we're doing so there's always a reminder of what we did just in case I..."

Forget.

Just in case he forgot again.

It was a genuine fear of his after struggling with his memory. There were some things he could remember and other things he couldn't. He couldn't put his finger on why that was but he had a feeling it had to do with everything he suffered in his life, as a child and as an adult.

Whenever he became stressed out over the smallest thing, it would be hard to place his finger on a certain memory.

Sometimes he couldn't remember something from months ago, but other times he couldn't remember what happened that day. He knew there wasn't anything wrong with him physically in that regard, but his mind had suffered through so much, and this was a remnant of that suffering he went through.

Saeyoung pressed his hand against his shoulder. "You won't forget. A picture really is worth a thousand words but as long as you've got us in your life, you'll always have someone to remind you of anything we've done together... even if something fades, it's never forgotten. It's just like our promise. We never forgot because we both remembered that together."

That makes sense, he thought.

"I also... just want our house to feel like a home... like the ones we used to see whenever we walked past those little shops in town and saw all those portraits of families," he muttered. "It's not that I just don't want to forget, it's that I want to be reminded that we're free from everything that used to terrify us. We can smile now... and it's real Saeyoung."

"It'll stay that way. I promise."

#mm_mystictober2023 #mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #saeran #saeray #ge saeran

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 7 months

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Mystictober days 3 + 4: potion/royal

I'm trying a slightly looser style with sketchier lineart to try and save a bit of time, I think I like it! but I won't abandon my usual lineart completely lol. lmk what y'all think

this is set in my musketeer/fantasy AU which is still in the works. it's a fic I've been planning out for a LONG time now

when I do write the actual story, Mirae won't be the MC in the fic but I wanted to insert her just for this lol. Princess Mirae real💜✨️

#my art #mystic messenger #mm_mystictober2023 #mysme #saeran choi #mysme ray #mirae chon oc #my oc #cmc

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bluejay-writes · 7 months

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Mystictober 2023 - Day 3: Potions, or Poisons?

You can read this fic on Ao3 if that’s more your speed!

Rating: Teen, for swearing and drug use.

Prompt: Potion

Characters: Saeran, Mint Eye OCs, (Hints of Jumin, 707)

Wordcount: 2081

Summary: Believer C-128 runs the elixir lab at Mint Eye. Mr. Saeran wants to know about her experiments, and tests one without asking.

“What’s with the colors over here?”

The believer turned, taking in the man in the crisp black suit with a glance. She was clearly not expecting anyone to be in the room with her, least of all him. To be fair, he basically never came into the elixir lab, as the Savior had all of his doses delivered to him while he was too busy hacking to notice.

“Test batches, Mr. Saeran. I’ve color coded them so I can keep track of the changes I’ve made when testing.”

“What are you testing?”

“The savior requested I make new formulations for specific situations.”

“And who are you testing these on?”

She bit her lip. “Myself, sir. Per her request.”

“Must be hard to get good data while the elixir does its job. Let me test this one for you.” He reached out and picked up a vial full of a magenta-colored liquid, tossing it back and handing her the empty. “What’s the difference?”

She froze, and Saeran watched as she tried to come up with an answer that would please him. He knew that whatever she said would be at least partially untrue, but he still waited to hear her answer, regardless.

“C-128?” he said, taking a step towards her. He didn’t mean it to be menacing, but it was clear that it terrified her, and she just said the first thing that came to mind.

“It-it’s a booster for long-term elixir use. Taken on top of your usual dose it helps keep clarity of purpose. Or, well, that’s what I designed it to do… I haven’t tested it yet… how do you feel?”

“No difference, yet.”

“Well, ideally it’s meant to be taken directly after your usual dose of Elixir, so I don’t know that you’d specifically notice the effects yet.”

“Make me another vial of this - I’ll take it next time I take my elixir, and let you know.”

Her eyes widened, but she turned to do as he said. As she was mixing up another of the magenta potions, without the pink dye this time, she dared to ask her question.

“Sir?”

“Yes, C-128?”

“Why are you here? N-not that you can’t be, just, have I done something wrong?”

“No, I was just interested, and I needed a break.”

She took a deep breath, and then handed him the vial of mint liquid that looked very similar to the standard Elixir of Salvation.

“It’s not Magenta.” he said, skeptically.

“Savior said the other colors were only allowable in the lab. If you’re leaving the lab, it has to be mint.”

“Ah. Sensible. Wouldn’t want anyone knowing about the differences.”

“Well, you do now.” She chuckled. “Please don’t tell the Savior you’re testing for me. I fear she’d be angry with me, and…”

“It was my choice.” He said. “Would you tell me no?”

C-128 shook her head. “Of course not, Mr. Saeran.” “Good.” he said, leaving the room. “I will be back tomorrow to tell you my experiences.”

After that day, Saeran regularly stopped by her lab for his “booster” as he called it. She’d been tweaking the formula to work better on him as he told her his experiences, and every day he felt even better than the last. He wasn’t sure what the mixture was actually supposed to do. Her lie had been thinly-veiled at best, and mostly spoken out of panic. He didn’t know if he’d just been testing her initially, but after that first day of clarity after an elixir dose, he just couldn’t stop wanting the booster to accompany it. Regardless of its purpose, it was making his job so much easier.

He knew that per the Savior’s instructions she had been creating a much stronger version of the elixir, which would work as a booster to hypnotic suggestion receptiveness in small doses, but that didn’t seem to be what this was doing for him at all.

Saeran had never felt so capable and in control with the Elixir than he did with the boosters that C-128 developed for him. He’d been managing to stay three steps ahead of that traitor, and the savior had even decided they didn’t need to get someone into the apartment to distract the RFA - she was content with his progress as it was, and he’d never been more proud.

So, when C-128 didn’t bring his next day’s booster vials, Saeran was immediately worried. Not only would it affect his progress but it could get her in trouble with the Savior as well. He’d have to go pick them up himself, of course. It’d give him a chance to check in and see if there were any new updates she’d made, or if it was just the same not-Magenta mixture.

When he got there, he found the door shut and locked, with another Believer standing in front of the door. Immediately, Saeran was on guard. What was going on with the Elixir lab?

“Believer, Report.”

“Ah! M-Mr. Saeran! Believer A-230 here. The Savior is waiting for C-128 to finish testing something, and no one is allowed in or out until she’s completed it.”

“And you’ve kept watch the entire time?”

“Yes, nothing has changed. It’s been quiet in there, though.”

“Understood. I’m here to relieve you, Savior’s orders. Go back to your usual duties, A-230.”

“Yes, Mr. Saeran.”

The believer nodded to him and walked off. Once he was sure the man was gone, he unlocked the door and slipped inside. As the door shut behind him, he froze in shock. C-128 was laying on the ground with a broken flask and a puddle of bright blue liquid nearby.

“C-128. Are you alright?” He crouched down next to her, noting the flicker in her eyelids that he was used to from a cleansing gone bad, and checked her pulse. It fluttered weakly against his fingers, and he would swear the rhythm was erratic.

She looked up at the tone of his voice, squeezing her eyes shut before staring imploringly at him. “No. Magenta…” Saeran grabbed the vial of magenta liquid from his first visit to the lab, and tipped it down her throat. She coughed, but seemed to breathe a little bit easier almost immediately. “Won’t be enough. I need… Hospital... Bring the… red bag.” one shaky hand pointed to where the first aid kit was attached to the wall. Why would she need the first aid kit if she was going to the hospital?

There wasn’t time to ask these questions, not with C-128 passing out again. Saeran didn’t argue, couldn’t argue with an unconscious woman. He lifted her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and grabbed the large kit she’d pointed at. He may have been practically skin and bones before, but with her booster he’d been putting on muscle in ways he hadn’t been able to before, so lifting her wasn’t an issue.

Believer and her first aid kit in hand, Saeran made quick time to the garage, where he buckled her into his personal vehicle.

Fifteen minutes into the 40-minute drive at breakneck speeds to the nearest hospital, Saeran’s phone began to ring. He tapped the button.

“Yes, Savior?” “Ray~” Her saccharine-sweet voice rang over the car speakers, and Saeran had to suppress a shudder. “Where are you going?” “I am taking C-128 to the hospital. She’s catatonic.” “You can’t do that, Saeran. She will ruin everything for us.” “I must. She’s a genius, and we can’t afford to lose her.” “She was a lost cause the moment she started giving you that ‘booster’.” Rika’s voice was bitter, suddenly. “But the booster that C-128 gave me vastly improved my performance. You said so yourself.” Rika made a disgruntled noise. “You must turn around and come back, Ray.” “No. I will not. She needs help.” “Ray. This is an order.” “Too bad.” He said sharply, and hung up.

Next to him, C-128 stirred. “She’ll cleanse you for that, Saeran.”

“I’d love to see her try.” He said, roughly. “You’re awake. What’s in the kit? I peeked, it’s not bandages and ointments.”

“All of my samples. My legal identification. Incriminating Evidence.”

“How do you mean, incriminating evidence?”

“Savior had me keeping track of the cleansing deaths, and I have her initial elixir trial notebook.”

“This will bring down Mint Eye.” Saeran growled. “Why would you do this?”

“She intends… to give them all what she made me take. The Eternal Party… it’s going to kill everyone.”

Saeran went silent. C-128 wasn’t lying to him. She sounded certain, in a way she hadn’t when she’d told him about the ‘booster’. He’d known she was lying about the magenta vial when he took it, and especially when it’s what she reached for when she was in trouble.

“What does the magenta vial you’ve been giving me for the last few months actually do, C-128?”

“It’s a nullifier.” She said, resignedly. “I designed it to... purge the elixir’s effects... from my system.”

“You’ve been giving me anti-elixir this entire time?”

“Y-yes.” She stuttered, and Saeran just blinked.

“No wonder the Savior was so upset with you.” He sighed. “Thank you, C-128, but you did not need to do that for me, not at this cost.”

“Hey, you took it first. I didn’t really… do… anything…” She muttered sleepily, and Saeran looked over at her in a panic. “C-128. Stay with me, we’re almost there.”

Whatever she tried to say didn’t resolve into words as her head lolled against the headrest.

“Fuck.” Saeran said, and drove faster.

“The toxicology on this woman is insane.” Saeran heard the nurse say. She probably thought she was being quiet enough that he wouldn’t hear her. She was not. “The ingredients in the test vials are unbelievable. How they got their hands on some of these things is beyond me.”

Saeran thought back on some of the things he’d done at the Savior’s direction and knew exactly how they’d come by the trickier parts of the elixir’s ingredients.

“Excuse me.” He said, standing up from C-128’s beside. “Is she going to recover?”

“Ah, Mr. Choi. Yes, Thanks to her own notes your wife should be awake in a few hours, once the sedative wears off, and then we’ll likely be able to discharge her tomorrow. You are aware that the police would like to talk to you both?”

He nodded, and stepped out to make a phone call. Wife. Her identification card had said ‘Eunji Choi’. Sure, there were a lot of Chois out there. He could have said they were siblings, but they looked nothing alike. And he had to give them some kind of relation, or they never would have let him in. He hoped she’d forgive his subterfuge. However, with a potential release day of tomorrow, he was going to have to take a risk. With his heart in his throat, he tapped a contact on his phone, and let it ring.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?” “Saeyoung. It’s Saeran.”

True to their word, C-128 blinked her eyes open just a few hours later.

“Mr. Saeran?” She asked, blearily, as if to confirm he was still there.

“Just Saeran is fine - I told them we were married so they’d let me stay with you. What should I call you?”

“Oh. Anything but my wallet name.” Her cheeks pinked, but if she had any thoughts about being called his wife, she didn’t share them. He made a split-second decision, and smiled down at her.

“Okay, Princess.” he said, brushing her hair back off of her forehead, just in time for the doctor to walk back in and check on her due to the change in her vitals from the machines she was hooked up to.

“Ah, my apologies for interrupting. Mrs. Choi, welcome back to the world of the awake. Thanks to your detailed notes, we were able to promptly flush your system of the poison, and you should be back to functioning normally shortly.”

She nodded, and the doctor sighed. “The police will want to speak with you as soon as you are able.”

“They will have to wait until the Family lawyers arrive.” A voice said from the doorway, and Saeran looked up to see one Jumin Han, a man he had previously only seen in photographs, looking stern. Behind him, a mop of red hair Saeran would know anywhere.

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