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Using the Mysme-Fictober List to go with the fics I write.

Day 4: Scream

#My art #mystictober #Yooran #from mysme fictober list #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Unknown #I suck at drawing fast #ugh! #but I keep trying!

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Fictober 2k18: Day 7

Oh man, after talking to @cherieofthedragons today, I realized how long it’s been since I’ve thought about MysMes and written Jihyun. I’ve missed him more than I thought, tbh. So hope you guys enjoy the fluff! (I told myself that I’d write fluff until I got over whatever sickness I have, so you guys seem to have a few days left.)

Apparently, the fluff is accompanied by shorter ficlets so... trade-offs? :P

Prompt List | Masterpost

7. “No worries, we still have time.”

When she finally staggers her way through the door, she drops her bookbag at the entryway and makes a beeline for the couch, collapsing into it with a bone-weary sigh of relief. For a second, there’s nothing but blessedly silence, and then…

“Eunbyeol? Is that you?”

Despite the interruption to her temporary solitude, she feels her lips draw into a small smile, even as she raises a hand to dig her fingers into her temples. “Yeah, I just got back.”

Almost immediately, warm hands settle on her shoulders, kneading her shoulders. She sighs again, louder this time and for a second, the gentle massage stalls. “Are you all right?”

There’s no mistaking the concern in his voice and her smile widens as she opens her eyes and meets his gaze. “Just a long day in the clinic on top of exams.” He winces in sympathy and she chuckles. “Exactly.”

“Ouch.” In the pause, Jihyun sinks onto the seat beside her, warm and comforting, before drawing her against him. “Do you still want to go out for dinner, then? I understand if you want to reschedule…”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s been too long since we’ve gotten a chance to go out and enjoy ourselves. Though…” She pauses, curling against him. “I have to admit, this is very comfortable as well.”

His soft laugh rumbles in his chest. “No worries. We still have time, you know.” A long-fingered hand reaches up, tangling in her hair and she smiles, closing her eyes again as soft lips brush against her forehead.

Somehow, she isn’t surprised when she wakes up several hours later to find that the time has long-since passed for dinner but that Jihyun has snuck away, putting the finishing touches on a romantic dinner at home.

Before she can even get to her feet, he hurries to her side, offering her a hand with an elegant bow and a bright grin. “Well? What do you think?”

Taking his proffered hand, she looks from the candles adorning the table, set with their best silverware, to his adoring eyes before smiling back. “It’s perfect.”

#V (mystic messenger) #Jihyun Kim #V/MC #Mystic Messenger #MysMes #Tina writes stuff. #Tina plays MysMes. #MY SUN MY STARS #otp: a new muse #Eunbyeol Lee #Tina does Fictober 2k18.

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 5

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@juminweek2019 Day 1: Birthday/Cats vs. Berries

5: Jack-O-Lantern

“Am I doing this correctly?” Jumin, the sleeves of his striped dress shirt rolled up over his elbows, his hair continuously falling over his eyes as he bent over the pumpkin on the kitchen table. MC laughed and got up from her seat quickly heading into the bedroom then back.

“Here, this might help.” She pushed a round silk headband over Jumin’s head then pushed it back to secure his hair away from his eyes. The lavender color looked good on him.

Jumin looked up at his wife and gave her a loving smile. Only she could do these things to him and he allow it. The look in her eyes gave him life, so he denied her nothing. It was to his great fortune that she in turn did not ask for the world, but only for him.

“Yes, I have at times wondered about the efficiency of Yoosung’s hair clips, however, it would not fit the aesthetic of a director of a large and affluent company.”

MC giggled at the image of Jumin wearing Yoosung’s hair clips. “No, I suppose nobody would take you seriously. Why not cut your hair shorter then?” she asked as she sat back down to attempt to carve out her own pumpkin. There was a table cloth on the table to catch all the pumpkin innards. When she had suggested they carve their own pumpkins Jumin had researched and researched before agreeing.

“I have often thought of it, but, I like this length most of the time, it suits me.” He scooped out the seeds of the pumpkin and scraped the inside until it was as smooth as the photo in the instructions he had printed out. The pumpkin was medium sized and almost perfectly round, there was a slight imperfection to the color but Jumin figured he would simply carve his design on the opposite side and no one need know. He had bought the best pumpkin carving tools he was able to find and now set about tracing the image he wanted onto the surface of the pumpkin.

Glancing towards his wife he noted how she furrowed her brow in concentration and thinned out her lips. Her cute little nose wrinkled quite pleasantly, he had to resist an urge to lean over and kiss the tip. He marveled at just how much his life hand changed in such a short period of time. Any other year and he would not have given this holiday a single thought. At this time he would surely have been in the office working on one thing or another. Now, he was elbow deep into the insides of a large squash and loving every minute of it.

Forcing himself to focus on his design and not on his lovely wife was difficult, but he did it. Once the outline was drawn onto the pumpkin, he held it out to look at it and make sure he had missed nothing. Perfection! Now came the difficult part. He picked up the small sawing tool and began to cut away what needed to be discarded. He regularly consulted the instructions so as not to make a mistake. In fact, he double checked he was about to make a correct cut before proceeding.

“How’s it going?” MC asked. Jumin looked up and couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his throat. “What?” MC’s eyes were large and confused.

“Here.” Jumin set his pumpkin down and grabbed one of the clean towels on the table. He gently wiped away some pumpkin guts from his wife’s cheek. He leaned over and kissed the same area. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back down when he tried to move away, capturing his lips. He sighed and lingered on her lips, the soft feel like a balm on his entire life.

“I see what you are doing, trying to distract me. It will not work, I am almost finished.” He sat back down on his seat and MC pouted.

“Fine, I’m almost finished too.” She turned back to her work and Jumin grinned. She made him feel more alive than ever. Before her, he had been floating through life in a fog, and he might have continued that way, never knowing what life really meant, had she not pushed him out of it. He enjoyed his work, the company, loved his father and still gained much pride in what he did, but he was much more fulfilled than he had ever been. His heart was full like never before.

He hummed as he finished up his design, the sound coming naturally. He had often been told his singing voice was beautiful, yet he had never taken much enjoyment out of it. Now, he would sing for MC, or sing when he was alone and at peace, a sign of his happiness and contentment. Even Jaehee had commented that he often hummed under his breath while reading through his documents. He chuckled and MC gave him a soft knowing glance.

“Done.” He stated, setting his finished jack-o-lantern down and placing the cap on top. Perfect.

“Wait! You have to put the candle inside.” MC reminded him as she did the same to hers. They had purchased electric ones that didn’t need to be lit, as the building did not allow for real candles to be used.

“Right.” Jumin reached for the LED candle on his side, turned it on and placed it inside. “Ready?” he asked MC. Their respective newly carved jack-o-lanterns facing themselves ready to be revealed.

“Ready.” She answered.

“One…two…” they intoned together, “THREE.” They each turned their creations to each other, and MC gasped while Jumin tried unsuccessfully not to laugh. MC’s monstrosity was anything but perfect. The two almost triangular eyes were lopsided, one vastly larger than the other. There was a single gash in the center he could only assume was supposed to be a nose, and the too large mouth had dangling teeth that appeared to be one strong breath away from completely falling off. Not to mention she had done an abysmal job of clearing out the inside as there were orange strings visible inside.

“Well, it is certainly ghastly enough for Halloween.” Jumin chided his wife. MC rolled her eyes, her jaw tight.

“Is there anything that you’re bad at?” she asked, exasperated. Jumin had precisely recreated a photo of Elizabeth 3rd.

“I had to make sure my precious, I mean, OUR precious Elizabeth 3rd was accurately portrayed, anything less would have been an affront to her.” MC could only shake her head.

“Well, you did her justice my love.” She laughed and sat on her husband’s lap. “She would be proud to sit outside our door for all to see.” She kissed him, removing the headband and running her fingers through his thick dark hair. “Now, why don’t we go take a shower and clean up.” She suggested. He readily agreed.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day5 Jack-O-Lantern #day1 Cats #Jumin Han #MC #mysme #mystic messenger #Halloween prompts #Jumin birthday

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 6th

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@juminweek2019 Day 2: Sweet Wine vs. Bitter Wine

6: Headless Horseman 

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Jumin.” V took the glass from his friend and set it on the counter.

“Nonsense, I feel fine.” Jumin stated, holding on to the counter and eyeing the glass. Dizziness made him waver and he decided that perhaps V was right.

“Come now, you should go to bed, I’ll call you in the morning to see how you are.” V led his friend towards the bedroom.

“Fine fine, I am going, you may leave now.” He pushed V away from his gently and headed into his bedroom. He vaguely heard the door close as V exited the apartment. Jumin took his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the shirt out of them. He sat on the bed and sighed. The room spun. It had been a while since he’d drank that much, but talking with V made it easy to indulge, he’d missed his friend desperately. He lay down and was quickly asleep.

He found himself on a deserted dirt road, the fog thick around him swirling in the evening breeze. He was dressed in a long coat, trousers and shinny black shoes. On his head was a top hat. It certainly was not something he would normally wear. The hard-packed dirt beneath his feet was disconcerting. He looked around him but could make out nothing, so he began to walk.

After a few minutes of feeling as if this road would never end, he heard a horse neighing. It echoed around him giving him a small jolt of fright. He then could clearly hear the clopping of hoofs. He turned around and around as it got louder, wondering where it would appear from.

Suddenly the sound was deafening, he covered his ears and fell to the ground, the sound resonating throughout his body. There was a stir of dirt that filtered into his mouth. He coughed, doubling over and almost retching. When the fit was done and he was able to open up his bleary eyes he blinked profusely. It took almost a minute for his vision to clear. The sound was gone and only silence remained.

He gazed at a pair of dark black horse hooves right in front of him. Slowly he raised his gaze, his eyes following the strong lines of the beautiful creature and met it’s dark eyes. What turned his blood cold was the rider on its back. The man was long and lean, wearing tight black leather from neck to toe. It was the neck that drew his fear. Blackened dry blood dripped from the neck and what sat atop it was not a human head but a rotting Jack-O-Lantern with fire blazing behind the cut out eyes, nose, and mouth.

Jumin fell back and crawled backwards, away from the monstrosity.

“Where is my head?” the visage intoned, its ire clear. Jumin could only shake his head. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself out of this nightmare. He had never experienced anything like this. It must have been that sweet wine V had insisted he drink! Never, never again, dry wine would forever be the only type he would drink. When he opened his eyes, he was disheartened to see he was still completely engulfed by this nightmare.

The man swung a leg over the horse and jumped to the ground. He pulled a sword from his dark scabbard and aimed the tip at Jumin’s neck.

“Perhaps I shall take your head instead.” He threatened.

Jumin blinked in confusion, he recognized that voice. His mind thrashed about, trying desperately to remember who it belonged to.

“Jumin…”

“Jumin…”

“JUMIN!”

Jumin opened his eyes and was startled at the dark red orbs looking down at him. He swatted at the man and pulled himself further up the bed until he hit the headboard. A soft laugh followed him.

“Well well well, to think I would ever live to see Jumin Han drunk off his ass! What were you dreaming about anyway? You were thrashing around like a fish out of water.” Zen stood and walked into the bathroom, when he came back he held a glass of water and handed it to the disheveled business man.

“Wh…wha…Zen?” Jumin was confused but he took the proffered water and drank deeply, his throat was dry and raspy.

“Yeah, I ran into V on his way out, he said you’d drunk too much and he sent you to bed. I didn’t expect this though.” He took the glass and set it on the nightstand. “Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes and comfortable.” Zen began to undress Jumin and tuck him under the covers. Jumin usually slept in silk pajamas, but since Zen had moved in, he slept in the nude more nights than not, he said it was more convenient as Zen enjoyed waking him up in the middle of the night and having his way with him. Zen countered that Jumin did the waking up on at least half of those occasions.

“I…uh…dreamt that you were the headless horseman, and you were going to chop off my head and take it as your own because I couldn’t tell you where yours was.” Jumin snuggled into his pillow and watched his lover discard his own clothes and dive into the covers as well.

“Is that right? Hm, well, I suppose I could do worse than to have your head, what about my body though? Did I still have my beautiful body?” Zen asked, eyebrow raised.

Jumin chuckled and pulled the man close. “I couldn’t say, you were covered in leather from neck to toe, but, it certainly seemed to accentuate you very nicely, although, I have to admit, I was rather distracted by the pumpkin on your head and the sword at my throat.”

Zen laughed and pressed his lips against Jumin’s.

“Well, hopefully you won’t have any more nightmares.”

“Not with you in my arms.” Jumin held Zen close, the white-haired man laying his head on Jumin’s shoulder and letting himself be enveloped. “And no more sweet wine for me.” Jumin sighed. Zen chuckled, both falling asleep in comfort and warmth.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #jujuw20 #day 2: Sweet Wine #Jumin Han #V #Zen #JuZen #mysme #mystic messenger #day6 Headless Horseman #Halloween #no editing #sorry for any mistakes

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 9th

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@juminweek2019 Day 5: Tea vs. Coffee (vaguely! Sorry, couldn’t come up with anything else that centered around coffee! LOL)

Day 9: Secrets (had to italicize because it won’t center or use the font for entering and exiting the chatroom that I used, roll with it)

Zen has entered the chatroom

Zen: Hello Jaehee, have you been up long?

Jaehee: Zen! It’s good to talk to you. Frankly, I have been at my desk for the past hour.

Zen: In the office already? That CEO in line is such a task master! Just because he comes in so early doesn’t mean you have to.

Jaehee: Actually, Mr. Han has yet to make an appearance.

Jumin has entered the chatroom

Zen: Speak of the devil! Why do you always come in right after me? How do you know?

Jumin: I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I have better things to do than to see if you are in the chat before I come in. Assistant Kang, have you pulled the files I asked for yesterday?

Jaehee: Yes sir, they are on your desk and have been checked for typos.

Jumin: Excellent. I look forward to reviewing the new merger.

Zen: You are some piece of work Trust fund kid! Making Jaehee work while you laze about all morning!

Zen: Jaehee, have you even had your coffee yet? The least you can do is bring her in her coffee Mr. Moneybags!

Jumin: Is that something you would appreciate Assistant Kang? I could have the concierge deliver one for you ASAP.

Jaehee: That is not necessary Mr. Han. I am well into my second cup of the morning and should not indulge in more.

Jumin: I see, it would seem that Zen’s suggestion was erroneous, as per usual. I should learn not to listen to him.

Zen: Excuse me! I would appreciate it if you would not talk over me! I’m right here!

Jumin: Certainly, if you wish. I have decided not to take your advice from now on Zen, it seems as if it is almost always incorrect.

Jaehee: Sir, that is not accurate. I would indeed enjoy a cup of coffee. However, at this time, I have already had my fill. His suggestion was a good one.

Zen: You tell him Jaehee!

Jumin: I am afraid I must not accept your perspective, as you seem to defend Zen at every opportunity. I believe you are biased.

Jaehee: Sir!

Zen: How dare you! Only your opinion is correct?

Jumin: Certainly, since it is my opinion that counts to me. Zen: What an entitled comment! I swear!

Jumin: Nonetheless, this conversation must end, I must get ready to commence my day. I shall see you when I get in Assistant Kang.

Jaehee: Yes sir.

Jumin has left the chatroom

Zen: Why that! Make him give you all the coffee you want Jaehee! You deserve it.

Jaehee: Thank you Zen, I do appreciate your effort. I should get back to work now, enjoy your day off.

Zen: I’ll try. It’s hard to fill the day on my own. Have a good day, and don’t let that trust fund jerk get to you.

Jaehee has left the chatroom

Zen has left the chatroom

“We really should tell the rest of the RFA.” Jumin said softly.

“I know, but it’s so much fun this way.” Zen set his phone down and snuggled closer to Jumin. They lay tangled together in Jumin’s immense bed, the expensive satin sheet caressing their naked bodies. It had been Zen’s fault Jumin was late for work. Days off were few and far between for the actor, preferring to have his days filled with appointments and practice. But this wasn’t so bad.

“I could take the day off as well; Assistant Kang can handle things at the office.” Jumin suggested, stroking Zen’s silver hair, letting the strands fall between his fingers.

“No no, that would peak Jaehee’s curiosity. I like this game.”

“You mean you like taking swipes at me.”

Zen chuckled, Jumin was right, he enjoyed the back and forth.

“I know I know.”

“It has been fun keeping you to myself. But I believe I am ready to let the world know about the man I love.” Jumin murmured into Zen’s hair. Said man pushed himself up on his elbows and directed his crimson gaze towards the dark grey beautiful orbs of the director.

“Love?” he asked.

“Of course, with all my heart.” Jumin swept some loose strands behind Zen’s delicate ear, his fingertips relishing in the soft firmness of the albino’s skin. Never had he envisioned anything more beautiful than the man in his arms right now.

“You do know how to get what you want, don’t you?” Zen smiled.

“I try. But this time, it is your choice, I want you to want me because you desire me, and love me, not because I can persuade you with my words.” Jumin offered in all sincerity.

“Tell me again.” Zen coaxed, eyes lidded, lips pouting.

“I love you.” Jumin stated simply and firmly.

Zen lowered himself and pressed his lips against Jumin’s, letting his tongue linger and swirl around Jumin’s, soft moans of pleasure escaping them both. When they pulled apart Zen smirked. He picked up Jumin’s phone and handed it to the businessman.

“Make the call, I’m going to make sure you don’t leave this bed all day!”

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day9: secrets #day5: coffee #Jumin Han #Jaehee Kang #Zen #mysme #mystic messenger #JuZen

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct. 8th

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@juminweek2019 Day 4: Swimming Pool vs. Beach

Day 8: Wicked 

Jumin walked down the beach, his shoes in his hands. There were times when his wealth was an asset. The secluded home and its own private beach being one of them. He took a deep breath and inhaled the salty sea air. It had been a rough few weeks culminating in one of the worst birthdays of his life. He’d decided to take a few days off and recharge.

As he walked he contemplated his place in the world. There had never been a time in which he had not known exactly what his future held, yet lately, he found his life empty, his work not as fulfilling as it once had been. V had suggested he was lonely. Perhaps he was right, but what woman could he ever trust? Most that came into his life were either gold diggers or looking to create a business alliance, not a marriage in the true sense. A merger of means as opposed to of love.

And there was the rub. Love. What did it even mean? He had loved his mother. He loved his father. But he had never loved a woman. He considered the feelings he’d held for Rika but knew it was nothing more than infatuation for a woman he could never have. It never crossed his mind that it was real, nor would he have crossed that line even if it was. He held too much respect and admiration for his friend, and for himself. Still, it was a starting point. The way Yoosung talked about falling in love was juvenile, however, he wouldn’t mind feeling those butterflies in his belly, that sweet shiver down his spine at the mere thought of another person. He envied the boy, knowing that that kind of love was not in his own future.

The cool water lapped over his bare feet and he stopped for a moment, watching the waves come in and go out, digging his toes into the sand. The tactile feel was pleasant and grounding. He wore a pair of purple swimming trunks and an unbuttoned shirt that flapped around him in the breeze. The sights and sounds of the beach were calming on his nerves. These thoughts were intrusive and insidious. Love.

Sighing he turned away from the water, but something bright blinded him for a fraction of a second. He turned towards it but saw nothing. After a few seconds, he began to think it was his imagination when it happened again, and then again. There was definitely something out there. A few rock outcroppings dotted the area, perhaps something had drifted onto one of them. He was about to turn and keep walking when curiosity got the better of him. He dropped his shoes well away from the waves and folded his shirt atop them. Wading into the water he dove in when it was at his waist. It took him no time at all to make it to the outcropping he had pinpointed as the origin of the reflection.

As he tread water he faltered, unsure of what he was seeing. The sun reflected off of shimmering emerald green scales. The size was enormous for a fish, but what he was looking at was most certainly not a fish. The scales tapered off into light green skin. His gaze went from a flat belly to exposed breasts, slender shoulders and a woman’s face with long dark green hair that was partially in the water. A single hand fell into the water and bobbed with the current.

After the initial shock he swam to the woman, his mind would no tolerate thinking of her as a mermaid, and tried to ascertain whether she was alive or not. As he placed his ring and middle finger on her throat her eyes flew open.

It surprised Jumin and he backpedaled in the water as he watched the woman sit up and slide into the water. Her eyes were sparkling, the same shade of emerald green as her scales. Her lips were full, a shade of deep purple. She was before him, eyes blinking and enticing.

“Never have I encountered such a bewitching mortal.” Her voice was soft as silk, Jumin wanted to hear more. She swam closer. Everything in Jumin screamed for him to run, but where could he go? In the water she was surely faster than he could ever hope to be.

“Wh…what are you? A mermaid?” he asked.

The woman laughed, and even that sent chills down his spine, it was delicate and frail.

“A mermaid? How insulting, as if I could ever be anything so insignificant. I am a being you could never fathom, so your minimal minds must make up stories. Do you imagine you are superior to me in any way?” her eyes blazed into Jumin’s grey orbs and he could feel the strength leeching out of his limbs. He was going to drown; he knew it as a certainty.

“Never.” He whispered nonetheless.

“Then perhaps you are smarter than your fellow men. Tell me mortal, what is your dying wish?” she wrapped her arms around Jumin and he could feel the scales of her tail against his legs.

“A kiss.” The words were out of his mouth before he really thought about them, but why not?

“I shall grant it for you, and you shall revel in the knowledge that no other mortal has ever felt my lips upon theirs, nor will any other mortal feel them again.”

“Why?” he dared ask.

“You intrigue me, your mind is…most chaotic. I shall cut your strings and free your soul.” She pressed her lips against Jumin’s, holding him tight as they sank beneath the waves. So this was what butterflies in your belly felt like.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day8 wicked #day4 beach #Jumin Han #drowning #mysme #mystic messenger #angst #thank you tumblr baby for the assist!

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Han Week Oct 11th

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@juminweek2019 Day 7: Striped Shirts vs. Silk Underwear

Day 11: Black Cat 

“Well who are you and how did you get in here?” Jumin knelt just inside the apartment door and scratched behind the fluffy black cat’s ear. “Did my wife bring home a stray?” he grinned. Standing he unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled it off, laying it over his left arm.

“Lillie?” He called out as he made his way towards the bedroom. “Where are you darling?” he stepped inside loosening his tie. Stopping he looked around and took note of the silence. “Now where could you be?” he asked himself walking further into the bedroom.

“Right here my love.” Jumin startled at how close his wife’s voice was behind him. Twirling he was shocked at what he saw and stumbled onto the bed.

There was very little left of the black cat as it shifted into his naked wife. She stood before him in all her glory, reddish hair cascading around her shoulders. Her honey brown eyes brilliant and a bit frightened as she took in his reaction.

“Wh…what…” he could barely breath as the realization hit him that his wife had just been the black cat he had encountered.

“H…how…” his mind was reeling, unsure and confused. Certainly he had delved into the occult for some pleasurable reading but had never taken it quite so seriously. Though he admitted there were things that might never be understood through intellect in the world.

“I wanted to tell you, but it was never the right time.” She held herself back, grabbing one of Jumin’s striped shirts that she insisted on using as a nightgown from her side of the bed and sliding into it without buttoning it. She wrung her hands together in agitation. She looked absolutely fearful. Of him?

Jumin stood, letting go of his suit jacket faced his new bride. “Why didn’t you tell me?” his words came out rather more harshly than he had intended, which made Lillie cringe, tears welling in her eyes.

“I tried! So many times, but I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, that you would think I was crazy and never want to see me again. Or worse, that you would believe me and not love me anymore!” she sobbed, “And then you asked me to marry you and I said yes, then it became more problematic! I’m so sorry Jumin, my love, I know you must hate me right now!”

Jumin pulled the woman into his arms and held her close, he could feel the rapid heartbeat beneath her breast, her body shivering in fright.

“No no, I’m sorry. I’m not angry, and I certainly don’t hate you. I could never hate you my darling. I’m just surprised is all. How anxious you must have been with this secret.” He stroked her hair gently, continuing to murmur soothing words into the lush curls.

“You aren’t repulsed by what I am?” she pulled away from him and gazed into his storm grey eyes. They were as soft and loving as always.

“Of course not. You are still as beautiful as ever to me, no matter what you are.” He tilted her delicate chin up and kissed her softly, his lips lingering on hers, enjoying the warmth and sweetness of her taste.

Lillie smiled when they finally came up for air. “I’m so glad, you don’t know how envious I’ve been of Elizabeth 3rd on your lap as you pet her and read.”

“Elizabeth!” Jumin stood straight, concern in his eyes, he scanned the room but there was no sign of his beloved cat.

“Not to worry my sweet. She has known all along what I am and has accepted me into your family as an equal.” Lillie laughed.

The tension in Jumin’s shoulders eased, the fear that both his ladies might be at odds diminishing.

“Today was the first day I’ve shifted since we met. I’ve been afraid to slip in front of you. I just couldn’t figure out how or when to tell you and this seemed the best way. I apologize for the shock.”

“Nonsense, what’s done is done and does not change who you are in my mind, nor in my heart. I love you so much, this…just means there is another part of you to love.” He pulled her close once more. He appreciated seeing her in his shirt like this, the length leaving her rounded thighs exposed, hinting at vast landscape beneath the shirt. A landscape he enjoyed exploring as often as he could. The way her body began to move was a hint to Jumin that this had suddenly changed into something else. He responded in kind, his hand on her thigh, sliding upwards and under the shirt to her hip.

She moaned and if he wasn’t mistaken, began to purr deep in her throat.

“Kitten…why don’t we skip dinner and go straight to bed.” He whispered in her ear, nipping at the lobe.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day11 Black Cat #day7 Striped Shirts #Jumin Han #JuminXLillie #OC Lillie #mysme #mystic messenger #I DID IT #FINISHED JUMIN WEEK #sfw....haha #maybe I'll make a second part to this #LOL

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Mysme Fictober Oct 14th

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Day 14: Thriller

“I don’t like this.” Saeran held his brother’s hand as they walked through the deserted house.

“I know Saeran, but we have to be quiet OK?” Saeyoung tried to stay calm for his brother, but his own heart was pounding straight through his chest. Their bare feet made no noise as they plodded along the hallway, the cold wooden floor beneath them.

Saeran began to sob silently and Saeyoung pulled him closer. “It’s going to be OK. You don’t have to be scared.”

“What if she finds us? She’s going to hurt us.” His body began to tremble.

“She won’t find us.”

“She always finds us.”

Saeyoung couldn’t deny that statement, they’d tried to run away at least ten times in their short lives, and somehow, she had always managed to know where they were hiding. This time Saeyoung felt sure she wouldn’t be able to track them, unless she had them chipped, which he wouldn’t put past her. This had to work. Saeran wouldn’t survive another year at the rate their mother had been beating him. Their biggest threat was Saeran himself. He was still weak and hurt. He was pretty sure Saeran’s wrist was fractured.

The night before their mother had been in a drunken rage. Saeyoung had been out, getting more alcohol for her. When he had returned, he’d found Saeran on the floor of their bedroom, bloody and bruised. He hadn’t even been crying, used to this treatment as he was.

“Come on Saeran, let’s find a room and get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired. I’m too scared to sleep. This place is creepy, I don’t like it here.” Saeran held his hand to his chest but let Saeyoung guide him further.

“I know, but I don’t think she would come looking for us here. Nobody comes in here.”

“Because it’s haunted.”

“That’s what they say, but it’s nonsense, silly superstition.”

“Feels haunted.” Saeran said, his voice barely audible even in the silence of the deep night.

Saeyoung opened a door into what he assumed used to be a bedroom. There was a dresser with missing drawers and a single nightstand.

“Here. We’ll stay in here for tonight.” Saeyoung settled Saeran into a corner and took off his backpack pulling out a small blanket. He shoved himself as close to Saeran as he could and settled the threadbare blanket over them both. Tomorrow he would try and find help for Saeran. He put his arm around his little brother and pulled him close. It wasn’t going to be comfortable, but it was all they had. Regardless of his earlier assertion, Saeran was soon fast asleep, head on Saeyoung’s shoulder.

Although he meant to stay awake and alert throughout the night, in order to protect his little brother, Saeyoung was soon deep in slumber as well.

“Children.” The woman whispered. Her flowing white gown flittered around her as if caught in a windstorm of which there was no sign. She was indistinct and transparent.

“Kill them and be done with it.” The man at her side smirked and turned away, he loathed children.

“Nonsense, they simply need to rest. Look, that one is hurt.” There was concern in her voice.

“Who cares.”

“They’ve suffered so much.”

“All the more reason to kill them and put them out of their misery.”

“Perhaps you’re right, and if they did die here, they could stay forever. I could take care of them.” The woman was suddenly rather excited. The man however, suddenly not so enthusiastic about murdering the children.

Saeyoung sprang to his feet, amber eyes wide, red hair in disarray. He pulled a knife from his pocket and held it before him.

“Stand back!” he screamed. Saeran jerked awake at the sudden movement of his brother and shrank against the wall as he saw what stood before him.

“Do not worry my child. Release is at hand. You need not suffer any longer.” The woman’s jaw unhinged, blood dripping from her mouth, rotting teeth visible along with a blackened and thick tongue. Saeran began to weep in terror. Saeyoung’s bladder let loose but he was beyond feeling. He reached behind him and caught Saeran’s shirt. He did his best to pull him up and stand in front of him.

“Oh bloody hell woman move!” the man shoved his face an inch from Saeyoung’s, the skin on half his face sliding off, one eye dangling and looking downwards. He grinned grotesquely and said, “Boo!”

The twins screamed and Saeyoung pulled Saeran behind him, running straight through both apparitions and out into the night.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #day14 Thriller #Choi twins #Saeran Choi #Saeyoung Choi #mysme #mystic messenger #young Choi twins #angst

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Mysme Fictober Oct 15th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 15: Full Moon

“So, you don’t have the uncontrollable urge to howl at the moon when it’s full?” Yoosung teased.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Saeran rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’d like to see that.” Yoosung said.

“Why don’t you go badger Saeyoung about it then.” Saeran said.

Yoosung sat at the kitchen table and placed a bowl of ice cream in front of Saeran.

“Just one?” Saeran arched his brow.

“Yes, one, just for you.” Yoosung smiled.

“I know, but you always eat at least half of it when you don’t get your own.” Saeran complained.

“Don’t be like that, we’re mated, doesn’t that mean we share everything?” Yoosung took Saeran’s spoon and scooped up a large portion of the mint chocolate chip ice cream and staring right into Saeran’s green eyes as he entered it into his mouth.

“Oh oh oh!” The brain freeze was intense, and he almost spit the ice cream out.

“Serves you right.” Saeran laughed and yanked the spoon out of Yoosung’s grasp.

“You’re so mean.” Yoosung almost spat the ice cream from his mouth.

“What’s going on here?” Saeyoung entered the kitchen and took Saeran’s full spoon and ate the ice cream.

Saeran growled and took the spoon back, circling his other arm around his bowl of ice cream. Saeyoung simply chuckled.

“I was just teasing Saeran about the myth that wolves howl at the moon when it’s full.” Yoosung was once more cheerful.

“Sounds fun! We should do it! The full moon is up, come on Saeran!” Saeyoung jumped up and down as MC walked in to her husband’s antics.

“What has you so excited?” she laughed as he took her in his arms and twirled her around.

“We’re going out to howl at the moon!” He chanted. Yoosung joined them and Saeran simply shook his head.

“Have fun with that, I think I’ll get more ice cream.” Saeran stood and started towards the freezer. Yoosung grabbed his arm and pulled him into the circle.

“Come on Saeran! Let me see your beautiful shagginess howling at the moon! I bet the sound will be deafening.”

“Of course it would be, that doesn’t mean I want to do it.” Saeran protested, but Yoosung could see he was relenting. Saeran enjoyed howling, running in the night, the wind racing around him feeling free from every responsibility.

“Come on.” The three pleaded and Saeran relented with another roll of his eyes.

“Fine…” he set the bowl down and began to transform without taking his clothes off first, “Last one to the cliff is a rotten egg.” He smirked as his mouth elongated and the fur grew from his pores. Dropping down to all fours he nipped at Yoosung who eagerly jumped on Saeran’s back, they took off through the back door which they normally lest open just for this purpose.

“NO FAIR!” Saeyoung complained and began to change himself. MC straddled across his back and they shot out after Saeran and Yoosung. Running through the woods they yelped and nipped at each other, MC and Yoosung laughing as they held on tight. The twins howled and howled as the moon rose higher and higher.

#my posts #these have been so short #oh well #some fluff after yesterdays angst #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Saeyoung Choi #MC #SaeyoungXMC #mysme #mystic messenger #Werewolf Choi twins #mysmefictober2020

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Mysme Fictober Oct 3rd

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 3: Murder

“Saerean? Oh my God! It is you! I haven’t seen you in ages!” The tall dark-haired man with glittering green eyes embraced Saeran, a little too familiarly for Yoosung’s taste.

“Haven, uh, how are you?” Saeran gave a quick hug and stepped back.

“Good good! And you? You look amazing as always.” Haven gave Saeran an appraising look from head to toe, completely ignoring the blonde at his side.

“Fine…I…uh…”

“Good enough to eat.” The man smirked, his tongue peeking through his lips sensuously. “I’m only in town for a day, why don’t we go have a drink, like old times? My hotel is just over there.” The man pointed down the block and gave Saeran a knowing look.

“Haven, it’s great to see you, but I’m going to pass on that drink, and…everything else.” He turned towards Yoosung but was halted by Haven’s laughter.

“I’ve never known you to play hard to get, as a matter of fact, I’m surprised you didn’t do the suggesting in the first place, you’ve always enjoyed a good roll in the hay.” His eyebrows rose invitingly.

Yoosung cleared his throat and glared at the man. Haven finally gave the blonde his attention. “Who do we have here? A new playmate? That’s OK, I don’t mind sharing, invite him along. He’s a little on the feminine side, but I’m intrigued.” He ran a finger down Yoosung’s flushed cheek and Saeran slapped it away.

“That’s enough! Yoosung is my boyfriend and we aren’t interested.” Saeran hissed.

“Boyfriend?” Haven’s eyes almost protruded from their sockets. “Since when do you do relationships?” the man appeared astonished and confused.

“Since none of your business.” Saeran seethed.

“OK OK.” Haven put his hands up and took a step back. “Well, if you change your mind…” he took out a business card and wrote something on the back of it, stuffing it in Saeran’s front jean pocket. Yoosung growled but Saeran held him back. “Your puppy has teeth, must be fun in bed.” He winked at Saeran and turned, walking away from them.

Saeran breathed a sigh of relief as the man left. Before he could stop him, Yoosung reached into his pant pocket and pulled out the card.

“His hotel and room number!” he hissed. He slammed the card against Saeran’s chest and began to walk away in the opposite direction as Haven. Saeran caught the card as it began to fall. He didn’t even glance at it, tossing it in the closest garbage can as he quickly followed after Yoosung. The man was pissed, and Saeran couldn’t blame him, he had a lot of making up to do. Haven had been a frequent sexual partner for him, but that was well before he’d met Yoosung. The man didn’t hold a candle to Yoosung, but how to prove it?

The next morning:

“Oh my God.” Saeran stared at his phone, reading and rereading the text. Yoosung was in the kitchen making breakfast.

“What is it?” he asked over his shoulder as he scrambled some eggs.

“That guy…from yesterday…”

“Haven?” Yoosung spat. They’d talked the day before and Saeran had told him everything about the man they had run into. Yoosung asked a million questions and Saeran didn’t hesitate to answer them all.

“Uh…yeah…” suddenly Saeran wasn’t so sure he should say more.

“What about him?” Yoosung asked. Saeran saw how his shoulders had tensed up, he was angry again. He should have kept his mouth shut, but he’d reacted to the news. Besides, it wasn’t right to keep secrets from Yoosung, even if it meant Saeran would be in the dog house for a bit. He knew it was just Yoosung’s jealousy at work, he had nothing to be afraid of, Haven had never been a threat to their relationship.

“Well, apparently somebody murdered him last night.” Saeran said. A mutual friend had sent him the link to the news article, the details were grim.

“Oh?” Yoosung’s shoulders eased and he began to hum under his breath.

“Yeah, according to the article, it was pretty gruesome, how could somebody do that to another human being?” Saeran shook his head.

“I don’t know, maybe he deserved it.” Yoosung shrugged, dividing the eggs between two plates. He went around the counter and set one in front of Saeran, the other next to him and sat. He dug into his eggs and pancakes.

Saeran simply stared at him.

“Yoosung, you didn’t…I mean…ahh…never mind.” Saeran pushed the idea out of his head. Certainly, he’d seen and felt the underlying yandere vibes from Yoosung, but murder? This brutally? He watched his boyfriend, his sweet and innocent boyfriend who screamed when he saw a spider. Ridiculous, it was just a tragic coincidence. Right?

Yoosung hummed happily to himself, a small, satisfied grin on his face.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #Day3 Murder #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mysme #mystic messenger #did he? #trigger warning

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Mysme Fictober Oct 2nd

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

This one is so-so, don’t judge!

Day 2: Vampire Hunters

“Shut the hell up or I’m taking my sock off and stuffing it in your mouth!” Vanderwood growled through gritted teeth. Seven thinned out his lips and ran his pressed thumb and forefinger across them as if zipping them up. Vanderwood rolled his eyes but said nothing. Seven forced himself to hold in his laughter.

He knew it was serious, but his coping mechanism had always been to joke about what he was a afraid of, and a nest of new vampires was high on that list, especially as they now snuck towards them. The agency had developed some UV lights and there were several that now hung from his belt. The gun was tightly in his grip, but it was useless unless he got lucky and shot the vamp in the heart. His skills with the weapon were not on par with Vanderwoods. Since the older man was more experienced, he led their team through.

All were dressed in black from head to toe, the ski mask covering Seven’s red hair, not a single strand visible. He wore thick goggles instead of his glasses as it could be problematic if he were to suddenly lose his glasses. Checking behind him to make sure the rest of the team was still there, he didn’t notice Vanderwood stop and bumped into him, almost dropping his weapon.

Vanderwood turned and glared at him. Seven shrugged and gave him a thumbs up. The taller man shoved Seven back and continued his slow advance.

A few minutes later he halted the team and sent two agents to the other side of the opening he’d come across. The cave was dank, lichen covering the walls giving off an eerie green light. The cavern they stood outside of felt immense, as if it was the entrance into a black hole. Vanderwood gave Seven the signal for him to stay and watch. Seven nodded and took Vanderwood’s place at the edge of the opening. He watched as the tall man entered slowly and made his way towards what he assumed was the center. It didn’t take long for the man’s form to become indistinct in the darkness. There was nothing but silence surrounding them. Seven’s heart seemed to be screaming in his ears.

A scream pealed through the air, a sound Seven never thought to hear from his stoic handler. He reached for one of the UV lights on his belt, turned it on and aimed it towards the source of the scream. Several other lights came on from other agents. Seven instinctively closed his eyes from the overwhelming glare. Blinking rapidly, his eyes finally adjusted. Vanderwood sat on the ground, his back towards Seven and the others, slumped over. Seven’s eyes scanned the area but there was no sign of any vamps, or anything else either. The cavern’s floor was smooth if gravely, there were some stalactites were visible within the light, but the ceiling of the cavern was too high to see.

Seven swiped the light around Vanderwood and towards the ceiling, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the stalactites were thick enough for vamps to hide behind. Vanderwood was perfectly still and Seven knew they had to go in and get him out. He motioned to the rest of the team and they headed in, Seven straight for Vanderwood.

Hanging the UV light back on his belt, keeping his weapon trained down and away from the man, he reached out to Vanderwood. As his fingers touched his shoulder, the man turned towards him, a mask on his face of a grinning pumpkin. Before he could even register that fact there were several pops from above him, his head snapping at the perceived danger, his weapon coming up, looking for a target. Several balloons fell from the stalactites and confetti rained downed on him, glitter attaching itself to his dark clothes. His amber eyes narrowed in confusion.

Then he heard laughter. He looked down, Vanderwood was doubled over, holding his stomach, his shoulders heaving with humor.

“What the fuck?” Seven glanced around him, noticing that the rest of his team was also chuckling. They began to take off their masks and Seven was stunned. Yoosung, Saeran, MC, Zen, Jaehee, and even Jumin were among those that had come in with him.

“We got you! Oh my God we finally got you! You should see your face! Saeran, did you record all of that?” Yoosung was gleefully jubilant, dancing on his feet.

Seven wasn’t sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Was this real? Had they ganged up to prank him? Had they really gotten Vanderwood and some of the other agents to go along with it? His chest hurt with the thrumming of his heart. He was glad there was no real danger, but fuck! He shook his head and had to laugh. They got him, yep…he would have to keep his eyes open from now on.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #Seven #RFA #Vanderwood #mysme #mystic messenger #day2 vampire hunters #meh #no editing

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Mysme Fictober Oct 12th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 12: Witch’s Brew

“Eye of newt eye of newt eye of newt. Where is the eye of newt?” Yoosung ran his gaze across the jars on the shelf. Ah, there. Grabbing it his fingers slipped around the glass and it fell on the floor shattering instantly. The smell hit him and he gagged, running towards the bathroom, squishing eye of newt in his wake.

Finished emptying his stomach he flushed the toilet and rinsed out his mouth. He stared at himself in the mirror, his large amethyst eyes wide with disappointment. Why did he even bother at this point? He wasn’t a good witch, more often than not his spells went awry. And if he was honest with himself, he didn’t have an evil bone in his body! He didn’t want to curse anyone. He didn’t want to defeat his enemies. He wasn’t even sure he had any enemies to defeat. He didn’t take pleasure in hurting people, he just wasn’t a good witch!

Sighing he shook his head and prepared to clean up his mess. It took him a good long while, as the smell kept him going back to the bathroom often. Why were so many spell ingredients so disgusting? Once he was done he threw the towels into the bathtub and decided to take a walk. The moon was high and the air was cool, it would help clear his head. Before he left he opened a window, hoping the smell would also be cleared out by the time he returned.

Wrangling his bicycle out of the garage he jumped on and began to pedal. The park wasn’t far and he enjoyed walking the hiking trails there. There was nobody out, it felt as if he had the earth all to himself. Once he made it to the park he dropped his bike and took trail 1, it was the longest and he felt as if he didn’t want to go home anytime soon. The coven would ask if he’d brewed the potion and expect to see it. Maybe he could just lose himself in the woods and disappear.

The climb was bracing and the physical exertion helped keep his mind occupied. At the top he paused and took in the view. There were few lights below, the world slept and only he was awake to witness its slumber. Ready to head back down he noticed the path he was on actually continued further into the woods. He’d never seen the trail before, it was overgrown, but seemed to have been recently disturbed. There were broken branches and trodden underbrush. Curious, and still ambivilant about returning to his life, he stepped onto the newly discovered path. He had to push limbs aside for much of the way, wondering if he shouldn’t just return. However, he was glad he had continued as the path opened up to a large clearing, the full moon overhead, beginning to decline.

In the center there was a large stone table. It appeared to be made out of a boulder. A man stood beside it, a large cauldron on the ground above a roaring fire. As he watched, fascinated, the man reached towards the table, picked up a pot, took the lid off and pinched out some powder, he then sprinkled it into the brew. Without realizing what he was doing, Yoosung began to walk towards the man, who obviously was another witch.

As he drew closer, the man raised his head and pierced him with his golden gaze. The fire made his eyes look ablaze.

“Who are you?” he questioned. He came around the cauldron and stood before Yoosung. The man was about his own age, similar height, but with paler skin, freckles and red hair.

“I…uh…”

“What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? Answer me!” the man pressed.

“I didn’t! I was just…I found the trail and followed it, I didn’t know. I don’t know who you are I swear, but it’s OK, I’m a witch too.” Yoosung tried to calm the man down.

“A witch?” the man backed away from Yoosung and began casting.

“Wait!” Yoosung was unable to get anything else out, his lips felt glued together and his body stiff. He had been taking a step forward when the spell hit him and he fell on the ground with his momentum.

“Fucking evil piece of shit!” the man hovered over him. “You think I’m anything like you?”

Yoosung tried to plead with the man with his eyes, suddenly he was terrified, the man appeared to be about to kill him, or at least hurt him very badly.

“I’m going to let you speak, but if I hear the beginnings of any spell I’m going to plunge this into your heart!” there was a pressure against his chest and Yoosung understood it was probably a dagger of some sort. He tried to nod, but of course it was impossible for him to do so.

Suddenly he was able to move his head and his mouth.

“Start talking.” The tip pressed inwards and Yoosung felt it nick his flesh.

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say!” he was flustered, his mind frantic. How could this man deny he was a witch? He’d been practicing magic.

“Why are you here?”

“I told you, I…I was just out for a walk and saw the trail. I…I don’t understand, you…you aren’t a witch? Then…” he glanced at the cauldron questioningly.

“I’m a practitioner of white magic, what you do is an abomination of nature! Where is your coven?”

“White…magic…?” he had never heard of such a thing. He had always assumed there was only one type of magic, the dark kind, the evil kind, the killing kind. He’d never questioned his teachings.

“You don’t know.” The man was genuinely surprised. He sat back on his heels and retracted the dagger, placing back into his voluminous robe. “Sit up.” He commanded. Yoosung’s body relaxed and he was able to control himself again.

He did as he was asked, stretching out his strained muscles.

“No, I was taught there was only one type of magic and that it was only used for gaining more power and influence, for personal pleasure and personal grudges.” He spat the last out in disgust.

“You don’t agree?”

“It never felt right to me. Maybe, maybe that’s why my magic never works correctly. I haven’t ever been able to complete a successful spell, it always goes wrong!”

The man stood and walked to the table where he picked up a book. He sat back down and opened it to a particular page.

“Here, try this.” He handed the book to Yoosung, who took it carefully. A man’s spellbook was a precious thing.

“Are…are you sure?” he doubted the man was really going to let him cast a spell, it was probably a trick, yet he trusted those eyes.

“Positive.” He said and waited.

Yoosung swallowed hard and read the spell several times before attempting it.

He held his hand over the grass beneath him, “Moon above, earth bellow. A gift is given and received. Balance ordered; balance kept. An ounce of blood, an ounce of flesh. The trade is made, sustenance obtained.” As he cast the spell, he could feel the blood drain from him, a life essence that would quickly be replenished. It felt right, not a single thought of trepidation and beneath his hand, the bounty his spell had coaxed, traded, from nature, a single ripe watermelon.

“I did it! It didn’t mess up! I did it!” he was so excited, setting the book down and picking up the watermelon. He looked at the other man, who now had a smile on his face.

“Congratulations witch. You just cast your first white magic spell.”

White magic? Was that it? Was that why his spells never worked? He smiled, sure of the answer, and filled with a million other questions.

“Hi, my name is Yoosung, will, will you teach me?” he asked hopefully.

“Nice to meet you Yoosung, I’m Saeran and I’d be happy to teach you.”

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #day12 Witch's Brew #Yooran #Yoosung #Saeran #mysme #mystic messenger #black magic vs. white magic

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Mysme-Fictober Day 17

October 17th 2019

Candy

Saeran’s eyes lit up, just like Saeyoung knew they would. He’d had to drag Saeran out to the mall, as per usual. Saeran wasn’t much of a people person and crowds made him anxious. He’d been surly when they got there but as soon as they turned the corner and the new store was revealed, his demeanor changed completely.

He walked in, awe written all over his face at the barrels and barrels full of candy from all over the world. There were clear bins attached to the wall where you could fill a plastic bag with  your choice of candy. Chocolates, licorice, lollipops, hard candy, soft candy, sour, gummy, sweet, the list went on and on.

Saeyoung handed Saeran a basket, “Go nuts!” he smiled. Saeran’s eyes went wide as he took the basket, any attempt at indifference washed away. This was one of his weaknesses and they both knew it. He went from barrel to barrel, grabbing handfuls of varying candy. Saeyoung nodded to the clerk who stood behind the counter. His amethyst eyes watching as Saeran made his way around the small store. There was a small smile on the boy’s face that made Saeyoung cock an eyebrow.

Once his brother was finished, they made their way to the counter. Saeran set the basket down with a boyish grin.

“Wow, will that be all?” the blonde clerk asked. Saeran suddenly felt foolish and childish. His blush burnished his cheeks and he had to look away. Saeyoung noted the name on the clerk’s nametag: Yoosung.

“Yes.” He said simply. Yoosung smiled shyly and began to ring up the purchase, setting the items into a large bag. As he did so, Saeyoung couldn’t help but notice how often his large eyes glanced at his brother, who was still trying to hide, his shoulders hunched, head down. But he was also surreptitiously eyeing the blonde behind the counter.

“That will be 36050 won.” Yoosung informed the twins almost guiltily, it was a large amount.

“Here you go.” Saeyoung turned over some bills and waited for the change. It might seem like a lot, but it was a small price to pay to see the smile on his brother’s face. Saeran had been having a difficult month, his depression gripping him forcefully. The winter months didn’t help either as the sun was rarely out. It made Saeran even gloomier. Yet here, in front of them, seemed like sunshine personified and he could feel the warmth Yoosung radiated melting something in Saeran.

“Here is your change. I hope to see you again.” Yoosung handed over the money and two bags, having split the candy so it wouldn’t be too heavy. Saeyoung took one bag and Saeran the other. After a moment’s hesitation Saeran reached into his bag and pulled out a yellow lollipop and handed it to Yoosung.

“For you.” He said, head still down.

“Oh, thank you.” Yoosung took the offered sweet, his fingers grazing Saeran’s. A small gasp escaped his lips as he pulled it back. Saeran turned almost as red as his hair as he nodded and did an abrupt about face. Saeyoung had to stop himself from laughing out loud. They walked away leaving the clerk with a stunned look on his face.

“He’s kinda’ cute, don’t you think?” Saeyoung prodded as they walked out.

Saeran nodded, digging into his treat bag. Saeyoung knew his brother and this was something new. He’d never seen him interested in anyone before, but he clearly liked Yoosung. He stopped and people began to flow around them.

“What?” Saeran asked, looking anxiously back and forth, anywhere but at his brother.

“You like him, don’t you?”

Saeran shrugged and kept digging in his bag absently. Saeyoung took the bag, forcing Saeran to look at him.

“Hey!” Saeran tried to grab it back but Saeyoung kept it away from him.

“You should go get his number.” He said. Saeran dropped his arms and looked at his brother with wide amber eyes.

“What?” Saeran asked almost breathless.

“Go, go get his number.”

“No…no way…” Saeran was an enigma, unbearably shy, yet unbearably explosive.

“Do it, or I give away this candy.” Saeyoung threatened.

“You wouldn’t do that!” Saeran gasped.

“Try me.” Saeyoung’s smug look was determined.

“Fine.” Saeran sighed and walked back into the candy store. Yoosung looked up and he beamed at him. Saeran’s heart beat a little faster, his palms sweating. He swallowed hard as he stepped up to the counter.

“Don’t tell me, you forgot to buy something?” Yoosung cocked his head and laughed. Saeran answered with a smile of his own.

“Ah, no, I think I got everything. I was just…wondering if…maybe…I don’t know…ahh…um…” Saeran scratched his head at a loss. He’d never done this before. “Maybe, I could have your number?” he finished in a rush. Yoosung blinked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher the words. His eyes widened when he was finally able to make sense of them.

“Oh, uh…really?”

“If…if you want.” Saeran was beginning to feel like an idiot again. He looked around and noticed that Yoosung had the lollipop he’d given him in his left hand, he’d been sucking on it. Why did that make his temperature rise?

Yoosung set the lollipop down on the plastic wrapper and grabbed paper from behind the counter, along with a pen. He scribbled his number on it, along with his name.

“Yeah, here.” He shoved the paper towards Saeran biting his lower lip. He looked nervous, even more nervous than Saeran felt. “Uh, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Saeran, and that was my brother Saeyoung.” Saeran answered.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you Saeran. I hope to hear from you soon. I wouldn’t mind knowing what other sweets you like.” He smiled. Saeran was about to answer when there was a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey mister, if you aren’t going to buy anything, can you please move?” the kid glared up at Saeran, his other hand holding a couple of filled up plastic bags from the gummy dispensers.

“Right, sorry, uh…I’ll call you!” Saeran promised. Yoosung’s answering smile followed him out of the store. When he reached Saeyoung again, he didn’t even reach for the candy. There wasn’t anything in there that would make him feel better than he did right now.

#my posts #mysme-fictober #day 17 #Candy #Yooran #Yoosung #Saeran #Saeyoung #mysme #mystic messenger

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Mysme-Fictober Day 2

October 2nd 2019

Full Moon *full list*

“So you’re saying it doesn’t affect you?” Yoosung asked.

“No.” Saeran answered.

“Not even a little?” he was beyond curious. If the full moon didn’t affect werewolves, then where did that myth come from?

“Well, maybe a little, especially if it’s a clear night.”

Yoosung slid his hand down Saeran’s arm and intertwined their fingers together. “How?”

“Uh…” Saeran looked away, trying to hide the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. The afternoon sun highlighted the reddish freckles flaring even brighter.

“Oh, now I really have to know.” Yoosung chuckled, teasing his mate. Theirs had been a trial by fire kind of relationship and they’d had little to no time to just sit and talk like this. “Come on, out with it.” He lay his chin on Saeran’s shoulder and gave him his best puppy dog look. Saeran glanced at him and grimaced.

“Fine, ok.” He shrugged. Yoosung pulled away and clapped his hands excitedly. They were in one of the many clearings in the woods behind the house. The tall grass was green and lush, making it a wonderfully soft seat for them both. He crossed his legs and turned towards his mate, anxiously awaiting his answer.

“It’s like a lure. A calling. It isn’t difficult to resist or anything. Not like the movies where it forces a werewolf to transform. The younger you are, to stronger the pull though, but even then, it isn’t irresistible.”

“That doesn’t sound bad.” Yoosung frowned, having hoped for something a little more interesting and revealing.

“No, but…” the blush was back and Saeran shifted uncomfortably, pulling his knees up to his chest and rubbing his hands up and down his shins over his jeans. His longish red hair fluttered in the wind, hiding his mint green eyes as he blinked rapidly. His tongue darted out of his mouth licking his lips briefly before he bit his lower lip. Yoosung reached out and swept his errant strands over his right ear and waited for the man to look at him.

“What is it? You can tell me anything.” He soothed.

“I know.” Saeran shrugged as he took in the sight of his mate. His beautiful Beta. The dark brown roots were longer, and his amethyst eyes were large and comforting. He took Yoosung’s hand in his, marveling at the delicate turn of his wrist. While he looked fragile, Saeran knew better than anyone how formidable the younger man was in both body and spirit. With a deep sigh met his lover’s gaze, “It makes me want to dwell under it’s light completely naked. My skin tingles and it’s almost as if I’m getting a battery recharge. The feeling isn’t the same if I’m in my wolf form, but even then, it has an effect.” “Oh.” This time it was Yoosung’s turn to turn crimson. The image of Saeran, naked under the light of a full moon was rather intoxicating. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t already been intimate, but something about that image made his heart race.

“Maybe, if you’re willing, we can make love under the next full moon. I admit, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Wondering what it would feel like to be with you while my skin is charged with it’s magic.” He leaned towards his mate and nuzzled his neck, which Yoosung freely exposed. His teeth grew and he took a small bite, sharpened canines tearing through the delicate skin easily. Yoosung gasped and clasped onto Saeran’s arms.

He closed his eyes and sighed as Saeran licked the wound, a rumble deep in his throat. He pushed the younger man onto the ground and straddled him gently. Their lips met and Yoosung lost himself to the passionate afternoon desire.

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Mysme-Fictober Day 8 AND Day 4 of Jumin Han Week

October 8th 2019

Mad Scientist (Resilience/Comfort) (Jaehee) *TW death*

“Assistant Kang, did you find everything on my list?” Jumin asked as Jaehee walked into his apartment.

“Uh, yes Mr. Han, but, what do you need this for? Are…are you sure you shouldn’t be taking more time for yourself? After…” her voice died away, he didn’t need her to remind him of his wife’s death. He was too well put together, even for him. He loved Lillie so much, he should be an emotional wreck, especially since they’d only been married for less than a year when the accident happened.

“I don’t need you to be my therapist Assistant Kang, I have one already. Please, bring the items here.” He wore a dark blue polo shirt and grey trousers. His dark hair was neat, and he appeared to still be taking care of himself. He stopped at the kitchen counter, his back to her.

“Of course sir, I didn’t mean to imply…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Jumin dismissed her apology and waited eagerly, his storm grey eyes on the package in her hands. She walked next to him and placed the box on the counter. “You may leave now.” His voice was raspy, and she knew it was probably because he’d been crying, even though his eyes appeared dry now.

“I could stay. If you want to talk. Or I can just sit with you…Mr. Han…” she tried to be as empathetic as possible.

“I’m fine Assistant Kang, you may leave.” He repeated again. She sighed but nodded and left.

Jumin waited until he heard the door close. He had already let his security chief know that he did not want to be bothered once his assistant left. He opened the box and gazed at the items. Perfect. Closing the lid he grabbed it and went out the back way. He made his way down the narrow stairs until he reached the bottom floor. He crossed the floor, past the door that led to the lobby. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door just beyond. Walking through it he locked it again behind him. There were more stairs and he calmly descended. The bottom step opened up to a large room. He flicked the switch and turned on the fluorescent overhead light. He stood still and took a big breath before approaching the body on the bed in the center of the room.

Lillie lay on the bed, a simple white sheet over her naked body. He pulled her hand from under it and held the cold dead flesh, remembering how warm and soft it had once been. There was little damage to her body, so this crazy idea could work. It had to!

After the accident V had been a constant companion, refusing to leave him alone. One night he had brought over a multitude of movies and let Jumin choose which ones to watch. Flipping through them he had come across Frankenstein and the idea had taken root. It was crazy and desperate, but what if? He had then begun to research resuscitation, electricity, and anything that was remotely connected. He was a quick study and had a plan ready in no time. The hardest part had been getting his wife’s body down here without being noticed. He’d paid off his helpers and was confident they would stay silent.

Her hair was still shiny. The reddish-brown waves framing her beautiful face. He ran his fingers across her forehead and leaned down to kiss her brow.

“You’ll be back to me in no time my love.” He moved to the machine at the foot of her bed, the large bank of switches, dials, buttons, and lights was cold and silent. He took the items from the box and began to integrate them. Once he was done, he made sure the leads were well connected to the device and were in good shape. The current had to be sent to each part of her body simultaneously and any flaw in the leads could cause them to fail. Satisfied, he moved to place pads on specific areas of Lillie’s body. On her temples, her shoulders, the inner part of her arm at the bend, bellow her breasts, on her hips, her inner thighs, the outside of her knees, and her ankles. He clipped the leads onto the pads and returned to the device to turn it on.

It whirled to life and his heart began to beat faster. He had done everything he could think of to make this work. It had to. It just had to. He couldn’t live without her. He scanned the device and made sure everything was as it should be. The voltage was what he needed. All he had to do now was press a button. He looked up at his wife, his hands sweaty, suddenly unsure. Was this the right thing to do? What if the woman who came back to him was not the same? What if she lived the rest of her life in pain? What if he pulled her away from heaven and placed her in hell?

His resolve dissipated and he fell to his knees. He was being selfish. Thinking about himself and not her. She was at peace. He should leave her there. He sobbed and hugged himself, unable to make a real decision one way or the other. So what if he was being selfish? Didn’t he have the right to be? And what if she came back and was herself completely? What if they could carry on as a couple and live into old age? What if what if what if???

His arm reached upwards towards the button and in one swift motion, he pressed it. The lights flashed, dimmed, then went out. The hum of the electrical current was oppressive and palpable. He felt as if he was being squeezed by an invisible force. There was noise from the bed as if the body was jerking around. His heart skipped a beat. Was that breath he heard? His eyes blinked; the only light left in the room was a faint red one from the device. It gave off an eerie aura around him.

He could see nothing concrete and was too afraid to rise. There was smoke that stung his eyes and the smell of ozone assaulting his nose. Scratching came from the bed, as of fingernails on vinyl. He swallowed and rose slowly. Whatever he was about to find, his wife alive and vibrant, or dead and cold, he would accept, and survive.

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Mysme-Fictober Day 4

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October 4th 2019

Haunted House

Seven ran into the Haunted House, his flashlight and gun drawn. If they wanted him, they would have to come in after him. Vanderwood had run the other way, hoping to split up their pursuers. If he made it out, they would meet up at the safe house. He moved through the makeshift house, empty now that the event was shut down. He calculated that it was past 2 a.m. All the ghosts and ghouls were long in bed for sure.

Remnants of mummy wrappings and fake weapons littered the wooden floor. Synthetic spiderwebs with plastic spiders clung to the walls and across the hallway he now navigated. He swept some away with his flashlight, tangling it around his arm, he left it there.

He swept each room he came to, making sure it was empty before moving on. After two rooms he heard footsteps and knew his pursuers were in the house. Holding his breath, he listened long enough to determine three people had entered behind him. Great, that meant Vanderwood only had two after him. Of course he would end up with the most. Letting his breath escape slowly through pursed lips he went further into the house.

His pursuers took no thought about being quiet, rampaging through the rooms hurriedly, they had numbers on their side and felt confident. Seven ducked into a bedroom that had been made up to look like a scene from The Exorcist. The bed was empty, the actor long gone. His amber eyes roamed around the room looking for anything that could help him when there was a loud screech followed by a terrified scream.

Planted on the floor his heart suddenly jumped into his throat. This dilemma was nothing new to him, but that scream made his blood pump like nothing before. Voices rose, sounding like two people arguing. He crept to the door and glanced outside into the hallway, there was a light source from where he remembered the dining room to be. Shadows danced across the wall in agitation. A sound caught his attention from the other side of the hall and his head jerked in that direction.

He flicked his flashlight back on and just caught movement around the corner. He swallowed and with one more glance towards the commotion in the dining room, he stepped out and followed the hallway quickly. Poking his head around the corner he scanned the floor and walls, eyes fixed on every detail. A loud crash sounded behind him and he jumped away from the wall, heading along the threadbare carpet. Another scream filled the air and he stopped for an instant, warring within himself. It sounded as if the person was in pain, he was an idiot for thinking of going to help his pursuers, whatever the reason, no, he had to keep moving forward.

There was a large window at the end of the hallway, and he headed towards it, maybe he could open it and get out. Once he reached it he turned off his flashlight and tucked it into his belt. It was stuck and wouldn’t budge when he tried to open it. If he broke it, the sound would alert his pursuers and he couldn’t risk it.

Running feet made him turn. He brought his gun up as a figure turned the corner. The man rushing towards him did not appear to even see him, he glanced behind him as the hallway began to darken. The man fell right at Seven’s feet and scrambled to get up, grabbing at Seven, digging his fingers into the fabric of his jeans.

“Run!” he screeched before something grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him off, pulling him down the hallway, the darkness eating him up completely. Seven’s amber eyes widened behind his horn-rimmed glasses as he stared into that nothingness. It crept closer but he was rooted to the spot, unable to move a muscle. His skin tingled and sweat broke out all over his body. He’d never known fear like this.

“Come on you idiot!” Seven jumped out of his skin, dropping the gun. Vanderwood grabbed his arm and yanked him until he followed on his own. His own gun was out but it lay at his side, whatever was in the house, was not going to be killed by a bullet.

“What the hell was that?” Seven choked out.

“I don’t know, but we have to get out of here.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I lost those other two in the woods and circled back around. I saw the flashlights in here and thought you could use some help. I should have kept going.”

“Haha, funny.”

“I’m not joking.”

They found themselves in the kitchen. Vanderwood tried the back door but it wouldn’t open.

“Damn it! I came in through here!”

The house rattled as if a storm raged outside. It groaned and shuddered, and the darkness began to seep into the kitchen through the archway.

“Fuck, I do not want to die in this fucking house with you!” Vanderwood sneered, his brown eyes sent accusation straight at the red head.

“Want me to leave so you can die in peace?” Seven quipped.

“Even now you make jokes.” They stood shoulder to shoulder, their backs against the door. “We’re going to die here moron.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t want to die with you either.”

The darkness crept closer, unbelievably slow; Seven’s eyes darted around the dirty kitchen a paper mache severed head was placed on a lazy Susan in the middle of the table. The dingy tattered tablecloth wavered as if moved by the wind. Something moved by Seven’s ear and he flinched. A child’s face disappeared when he met her gaze.

“Woah!” he yelped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Vanderwood hissed, his gun trained at the mist reaching out towards them. Of course it was useless, but they had to do something.

“You didn’t see that?” Seven asked.

“See what? There’s enough to see right in front of us.”

Seven looked behind him and gasped when he saw the same little girl’s face reappear on the other side of the kitchen door. Her hair was dark, reaching bellow her waist. She hugged a small well-worn teddy bear to her tiny chest. She couldn’t have been more than six years old. Her eyes were wide, but it was too dark to tell what color they were. She put her forefinger up to her lips then pointed down. Seven followed her finger and looked down. In front of the door there was a silver key. He wasted no time in bending over and picking it up. Slamming it into the keyhole he twisted, his heart skipped a beat when he heard the lock turn. He yanked the door open and grabbed Vanderwood’s arm rushing them both through the door right through the little girl. She disappeared when they passed but neither agent took the time to stop and look back at the Haunted House.

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