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[starlight-drive-in]

All My Life, for You - Ch. 2

This chapter: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeyoung Choi/OC Saeran Choi/OC

Fic Description: Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Chapter Description: Saeran takes a little alone time, which subsequently gets interrupted. He may or may not be happy about this.Mi-Cha and Saeyoung attempt to be sneaky.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19773562/chapters/46928929

Saeran sits cross-legged on a large rock that marks the summit of the mountain trail he's been working his way up for the past 40 minutes. Slightly winded, he takes deep breaths and focuses on recovering himself. "Whew, I need to work out." He tells himself.

He takes another deep breath of fresh mountain air and savors the way it fills his lungs. It's been years since Mint Eye, even longer since he was trapped in that God-forsaken excuse for a house. Even still, the feeling of freedom manages to take him by surprise. The sheer fact that he's allowed to do this, allowed to do what he wants when he wants. It still feels foreign.  Some things will haunt him forever, he knows that. But being able to have a life is more than he ever hoped for.

He pointedly takes a moment to fully absorb his surroundings. To his left, he can see the hotels, restaurants, and shops that line the edge of the beach below him. The beach has mostly cleared out by now although he can spot a few couples taking sunset strolls along the water’s edge. He scans the length of the beach, searching for his brother’s telltale red hair, wondering if one of the couples on the beach might be his brother and sister-in-law.

Ahead of him lies the reason he made this hike to begin with - a beautiful sunset painted in reds and purples, quickly taking over the blue that was there before. Long strings of clouds run the length of the horizon as sun meets ocean, light dancing on the waves. He takes another deep breath and smiles. He’s always loved the sky. When he had nothing else he still had the sky. Even when all he had was one small window to look at it through, the sky was always there. Always beautiful and always breathtaking, a faithful companion when all else was lost.

He remains for the next hour or so until the sun has all but finished its decline below the horizon. Taking the flashlight out of the small pack on his back he begins decent back down the mountain to the hotel. On the way down he contemplates what to do when he gets back to his room. He’s pretty hungry, grabbing dinner himself seems to be a good place to start.

He stops at one of the many restaurants on the way back, opting for a bar seat instead of a whole booth with him being only one person. He orders and then takes his phone out while he waits, seeing he has a few new messages.

Saeyoung: Don't get up to too much trouble without me now, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)

He scoffs. What exactly is that supposed to mean anyway? He thinks, not bothering to actually respond

Mi-Cha: Sorry about leaving you on your own tonight, if you need us to come back just say the word!

Mi-Cha is way to considerate. She always has been, always. Everyone knows this about her- it’s immediately obvious to most upon meeting her for the first time. Ah. but he’s known that about her longer than any of their friends, or even his own brother. It was specifically the reason he had chosen back her then. He shudders then, slightly embarrassed at his past behavior. In the end, it would seem that he inadvertently played matchmaker for Saeyoung. He’d have to remember to give his brother shit about owing him one later. Thinking about how much things have changed, he smiles.

He’s so absorbed in his own self-reflection that he doesn't even notice a woman sit down next to him.

“You must like her a lot.” She says, grabbing his attention finally.

He’s caught off-guard for a moment and stares blankly at her blue eyes.

“W-who?” he stutters embarrassed.

“Your girlfriend, or whoever's making you smile like that.” She giggles.

“Oh, I wasn’t. I don’t. Uh, I don't have a girlfriend.”

“Oh?” She asks.“A boyfriend, perhaps?”

“Oh, no - uh- not that either, I’m single.” He clarifies.

Her face brightens visibly. “Is that so? Well in that case, whatcha drinking? Vodka soda?” She motions exaggeratedly to his glass.

Am I being hit on right now? He thinks to himself Probably not right? She just wants someone to talk to he’s sure of it.

He chuckles.“Seltzer, I- uh don't really drink.”

“Damn, I’m not doing too good here tonight” She giggles. “I guess it’s true what they say about making assumptions.”

“It’s fine.” He says, not really knowing how to respond but smiling politely.

She twists a finger around a lock of dark hair nervously, the boost of confidence she inspired in herself a moment before coming over here quickly wearing off. “So - uh, you here on vacation?”

“Yea, with my brother and sister-in-law. Family bonding ya know?” This conversation isn't the most comfortable thing for him, but it’s not entirely unwelcome either. “How about you?”

“Girls weekend out.” She says, a slightly sarcastic tone in her voice. “Which apparently turned into ‘Let's all get drunk and pass out and leave Jisun on her own’ weekend.”

“Ah. Yea that doesn't exactly sound like what you signed up for.” He responds empathetically. His food arrives and he thanks the server quickly, then turns his attention back to her.

She scoffs. “You've got that right. Eh, it’s whatever. Kinda needed a break anyway. Not that I don't love them. It’s just sometimes their energy is a little much for me. I’m sorry that probably doesn't make any sense.”

He understands completely though. “It does. I feel like that a lot with my own friends, especially my brother. Too much energy for his own good. Sometimes I just need to get away from him.”

“Yes! Exactly! Ugh, feels nice to talk to someone who gets it.” She smiles earnestly, feeling a lot more comfortable than before.

He returns her smile also feeling a tad more relaxed and truly takes in her image for the first time. Her hair is actually a very dark violet and comes just to her shoulders, her eyes a deep blue. A swath of freckles dots her nose and upper cheeks. She’s wearing a simple dress with a large floral pattern - Hibiscus - he recognizes them as, how ironic. He takes a sip of his drink and decides he agrees with the sentiment.

His phone beeps with a new notification, Mi-Cha checking up on him, of course. He takes a moment to reply before setting it back down.

She shifts slightly in her seat, “Anyway, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal-”

“You’re not interrupting” He interjects, feeling slightly rude for being on his phone. “I-It’s nice to talk to someone new.”

“Yea? Yea, I agree” She says.

“You said your name was Jisun?” She nods affirmatively. “I’m Saeran.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Saeran.”

Just then her own phone begins to ring in her clutch purse. She answers it and immediately her eyes go wide at whatever the person on the other end has said. "Yea, yea ok I'll be right there." She ends the call and looks over at him looking a bit disappointed.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. Duty calls looks like I've gotta go babysit some sick drunks."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't also feeling disappointed. "Ah well, I wish you good luck then. You might wanna pick up some cleaning supplies, and maybe some painkillers on your way back?" He offers.

"Looks like someone has experience." She notes.

"Ha, yes, unfortunately."

"Well, I hope you have a good night, Saeran."

He smiles. "I'd say the same but."

She laughs at that and begins to retreat toward the door.

"And lots of water!" He adds over the din of the restaurant.

She gives him a thumbs up on her way out the door. She was going to have to give her friends a long, loud talking to in the morning about how they inadvertently pulled her away from a very cute guy.

Saeran watches wistfully out the window as she proceeds down the sidewalk. He dares to hope they’ll meet again, however unlikely that may be.

-

"It’s the hottest planet in our Solar System, which is a little weird when you think about it because it's not the closest to the sun. Mercury is, but guess what?" Saeyoung explains excitedly, holding Mi-Cha's hand while the two of them walk back to the hotel.

Mi-Cha smiles thoughtfully, enchanted at how enthusiastic he gets over things he's passionate about. Suddenly a familiar shock of red hair catches her eye through a nearby restaurant window.

"Saeyoung." She says, releasing his hand as she peers through the window, trying to stay close to the side as not to be noticed by the current object of her attention.

"Mercury has no atmosphere to regulate its temperature. So. Its temperature fluctuation is all over the place and you know what else?."

"Saeyoung!" She says louder this time.

"Ya?"

"I-is that Saeran?" She says in a hushed tone, pointing to a man at the far corner of the restaurant's bar.

Saeyoung's mouth falls open when he spots his brother.

"Yea but who is that?" He ducks around her to try to get a better look but she pulls him back.

"Don't! He'll see you!" She scolds in a whisper. "We’ve got to be sneaky!.

"Why are you whispering?" He whispers.

"Why are you?" She retorts.

"Just following your lead, boss." He answers.

"Don't you forget it." She mumbles. "Ok, ok but seriously who is she?"

"The girl reading this" Saeyoung says dramatically. Before laughing at his own joke.

Mi-Cha snickers "Saeyoung!"

"Hehe." Is his only response as the two of them sneakily peek through the window again.

"She's pretty." The pair say in unison.

"Like really pretty! Has he said anything to you about a girl?" Mi-Cha inquires.

"No, you?"

"Mm-mm" she shakes her head back and forth.

"I'm calling him." Saeyoung says pulling his phone from his pants pocket.

Mi-Cha quickly plucks his phone from his hand. "Wait, don't."

"But MCeeee he could be in danger!" He begs.

Mi-Cha looks again at the two of them through the window. The girl says something and Saeran smiles brightly, seemingly at ease. "Oh, yea he looks like he's in a lot of danger."

"That's just how they get you."

"Sae, come on. Let him have a little fun. He's not a kid, he can take care of himself."

"It's my sworn duty to protect him as an older brother!"

"You know you're twins right? You're only like 3 minutes older or something like that." She says, taking her own phone out and quickly typing a message. She watches through the window as Saeran’s phone lights up. He looks down at it and picks it up, eyeing the girl apologetically before taping a couple times and setting it back down.

Her own phone vibrates confirming what she already knew was true.

Mi-Cha: Heading back to hotel, you all good?

Sae2: All good, out getting food.

"See? You worry too much!"

"I can't help it!"

"I know Babe" she responds, taping him lightly on the nose before offering him her hand. "Come on, let's go! Your brother left us alone on our date, let's leave him alone on his!"

"Do you really think it's a date?!" He asks, wide eyed taking her outstretched hand.

"I have no idea," she laughs. "But If it is, he deserves some privacy. Plus I have other plans for you.” She gives him a devilish smile.

“Oh?” Saeyoung replies, completely forgetting his prior mission. “In that case, lead the way!”

---

The Victorian Flower Language meaning for Hibiscus is 'delicate beauty', :) (Or at least that's what google told me so that's what i'm going with.)

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[angelalpha16]

MC waking up to the reality

This will be the first time for me to write a mysme fic because Zen came to my dreams last night and it's... well... just read if you want to know what happened. I am quite sad that I need to accept Zen isn’t real. :( 

It was 12:00am and I was waiting for another chat to pop. It's my 10th day and I have repeated playing this game a hundred times just to keep him alive in my life. He was my first route and I locked myself to him alone. I played all the DLCs just to get to him. Just to keep receiving his call, chat, text. I was in love with him like how I repeat this game to believe myself that he loves me and fill that loneliness I had been experiencing for a while. The April fools DLC Normal end struck me and now, I somehow slightly believe that he is somewhere out there loving me. For me, that was enough.

"Hey, Cheonsa. Are you free tomorrow? I need a runner for this wedding."

Meo yeon, my coworker texted me asking for assistance at a wedding event tomorrow.

"Sure." I replied.

I went back reading fics on tumblr and chuckled at every Zen headcannons I read. I checked the time. WHAT?! It's 2am already.

Alright. I need to control myself just as Zen can control his beast. I need to sleep now for tomorrow's work. 

I kissed my phone's lockscreen goodnight. (It was Zen's CG on the other dimension, trapped)

"Hey Cheonsa. Thanks for coming. Can you please make sure the bridemaids are all ready at 10 o'clock?"

"Okay will check."

I knocked at a room filled with ladies. All of them are chuckling teasing the bride about how lucky she is for marrying a handsome man.

"You really are the luckiest woman on earth. I am really really jealous of you to be honest."

"Me too. Marrying this very handsome guy, gosh. You have to make a lot of kids!"

"Of course he'll end up marrying me. I knew my ways into him!" 

"Oh my gosh. What do you mean?"

"I just have to get silver hearts!"

"Excuse me. Good morning. We'll pick up the bridesmaids at 10 o'clock. I hope you're ready."

"Cheonsa, you don't need to come to the church. Make sure everything on the reception is on place now. Especially that photobooth! They weren't responding this morning."

"Alright. I got you, Meo Yeon."

I came to the reception with sparkling eyes as I see how grandeur this wedding is. It was a garden setting with lovely flowers all around. There were hanging lights with elegant vines from the tent ceiling. The floor is filled with petals and crawling ornamental plants. It is a fairy tale kind of wedding. 

I marveled at all the details that fascinated me, even the chairs and tables have these elegant-looking vines crawling at their feet. 

Then my eyes came to the bride and groom's lair. It is the center of this astonishing venue. The arch was filled with white amaryllis above it. Vines flow from the arch with the magnificent little blooms. The flowers reminded me of Zen. It seems like he was as pretty as the venue.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" one of the assitants interfered with my fascnitation. "I bet a lot of thousand dollars have been burned to wed famous people with this." 

"Famous?"

"A famous musical actor is to wed a daughter of a rich politician man. A cliche pair." 

"What a coincidence."

"What is?" 

"Nothing."

It was weird that I was thinking of Zen when I heard that the groom was also a famous musical actor. I was too busy running different errands today to even know who's going to wed. 

"Back to work." I told myself.

Hmmm... band - check. Host -  check. The photobooth...

Oh. they're setting up now.

"Cheonsa! Omg. You won't believe this!" one of the assistants came running to me.

"What is it?"

"The groom! He's a famous musical actor!" 

"Oh. well, yeah. I heard." 

"He's that handsome man from that game you're playing!"

The game? My coworkers know I've been obsessed playing Mystic Messenger. I've told them my standards of an ideal man. And of course, it is Zen.

"Game...?"

"Yeah! That one you're chatting with the whole day!"

"You- you mean Zen?"

"Yes! It's Zen!" 

I laughed. "Does he have a long pony-tailed silver hair too?"

"Of course! It's really Zen!" 

I laughed it off and resumed working.

I am confused. But I thought it was funny. I know no musical actor from where I come from. So the groom might be similar to Zen. I was quite excited about that. 

The reception is about to start. He really is famous. The venue was packed with celebrity faces. Some are famous businessmen. Some are actors and actresses who really are known.

But why. I don't know who the bride and the groom is. It was strange that I've been working all day without knowing their names.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let us all welcome-" The host began. "The newly weds. Mr. and Mrs. Ryu!"

Ryu? My heart was racing this time. I feel like everything became so weird now that I heard the couple's last name. I anxiously turned to face the door as it welcomed the couple.

The April fools DLC normal ending 2 played in my mind. 

Zen was real. He knows I am in a different dimension. His words made me cry my heart out as he promised to find me. I don't expect for it to be real but it did leave a scar in my heart.

"I'll always be here so you could come see me whenever you want... use me. Don't hesitate to come find me. If someone in that dimension gives you a hard time, just think of me. When you're bored and missed me too." 

"At first, I couldn't stand the fact that you're in another dimension but now, I'm okay with it. Do you know why? I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions. Even if I can never touch you, I know that the feelings we have towards each other can't be trapped in any dimension. That, let's me endure... all the waiting I have to do. Even when your eyes turn away from me and return to your real life, I'll be sending my love across all the dimensions.

I'm sure you think of me from time to time during your day. When you do, just remember, that's the moment my love's done the impossible to cross dimensions and reach you."

"I love you, Cheonsa. Let's be forever"

Zen's lines had my tears falling. I felt so unloved I've been relying to the love this character has given me. I was comforted. I feel content. 

Then I thought. You are just a game. A lot of us have been playing this game. There are a lot of MCs in this world who are obsessed with you. 

You might enter this dimension and find out that we are all the MCs you're looking for.

It made me cry even more. It hurts to think you weren't even real.

But I let it go. 

I want to believe your love for me. 

I let my selfish fantasies to live. 

I let you live inside my heart.

The bride and groom happily waved at the crowd while holding hands. The crowd cheered more except me. 

The groom is wearing a white tuxedo with a white amaryllis on its pocket. He has a long silver hair pony-tailed to his back. His ruby eyes express glee as he smiled to everyone in the room and then, to his now wife. When I saw his face, I felt like I was stabbed. My heart suddenly stopped. He is not just any man who is similar to Zen, or looks like Zen. He is Zen. For real. He is really so handsome I can feel my breath taken away. My knees weaken and my eyes became blurry. 

"Zen?" I murmured as I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Everyone came rushing to my aid when I half-opened my eyes. 

"Cheonsa? Babe are you okay? Wake up my princess!" The voice sounded familiar.

I saw a blurry silver hair in front of me. 

ZEN!

I forced to open my eyes and got up. I thought my strength was back but I was still weak. The blurry face is now a clear face of Meo Yeon. 

"Cheonsa, can you hear me? Let's take her out."

I looked to where Zen is. 

His worried eyes looking into the commotion I caused.

But that was it. 

The man I used to be obsessed with is a real person. I can't understand how it happened. I don't understand why it felt strange. I thought he was a fictional character.

I've been taken away from the scene.

I was the wedding assistant who passed out on his wedding day. He would definitely remember me. 

But I will definitely remember him as the character I fell in love with. 

A character I never thought can break my heart for real.

He came to this world to look for MC. 

But that MC... is not me. 

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[grumpypiglet]

Surrender: Chapter 12

Chapter 11

AUTHOR’S NOTE: 

Yes, there was a kiss... BUUUUT. Something more intense will happen so yep. Please don’t hate me. T^T

Feeling her lips on his made him burn. 

It was freezing cold in his apartment, but Zen was burning. It took him a while to actually register in his mind that Cara herself was kissing her. He felt hot, he felt confused, and he felt... well, fuzzy. He could feel heat spread across his cheeks as Cara’s lips left his and she rested her head on his forehead. She cradled his head between her small white hands as she rubbed her nose on his and she sighed. 

“I-” She started as he felt her say something he knew will damage him more than her surprise kiss would. He grasped her shoulders as he shook his head and he said, “Please... Don’t say anything.” he murmured as he placed his lips on hers. 

Her eyes widened for a moment but she welcomed his kiss with equal fervor. She clutched as his shirt one more time as she tried to come nearer to him, as if the blanket was such a big barrier to their bodies. He started to shift their positions as he pulled her to him and she sat on his lap. Their lips separated for just a moment to take some air, their eyes closed, feeling the tension and the heat between them, and the kissing once again ensued. 

Zen kissed her with all the love that he felt as she too responded with so much eagerness as if she was waiting for this moment to happen for such a long time. Her kisses were filled with longing and passion that Zen could not, and haven’t seen from her. He tried to control himself and tried to not get carried away, but as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he could feel himself slowly slipping away from his control. He grasped her hips as if to stop her from moving because one twitch from her lower parts is enough to bring him to his knees. 

He needed to stop this. They must stop. 

He slowly lifted his head from hers and opened his eyes. She was still breathing heavily from the kiss. Her lips were kissed-swollen, her cheeks flushed, her hair in a lot more disarray than it was when he woke her up. 

“Look at me.” Zen hoarsely said. 

She opened her eyes. What Zen saw was enough to instigate a feeling over him; he desired the way that she only shown this look at him, and nobody else. 

Her eyes glistened and they were heavy lidded as they stared at his. Her lips were slightly parted. 

“W-we have to stop.” he whispered as he placed a peck on her lips. 

“This isn’t the time.” he added. She closed her eyes as if she too, felt that it wasn’t the right moment. He was sure of his feelings, but he wanted her to be sure of hers too. He cannot take advantage of her, not when she is this distressed. 

She closed her lips and she gulped as she nodded. She was still in his embrace and he was in hers. They stayed this way for a moment until she finally spoke. 

“Stay with me.” 

Zen had no choice but to shift their position and laid her on the bed with him on top. He kissed her forehead as he moved himself beside her and stared at the ceiling. 

What is this? What were we doing? 

This were the thoughts that came into his head as he placed his arm above his head and he continued to contemplate on what happened between the two of them. He wanted to ask why she did that but he didn’t want to know the answer either. He took a deep breath as he felt her shift and turn to him. She felt her poke him in the dark and he looked to where she laid. 

“I’m sorry. For kissing you.” She whispered. 

“No... It was... Okay.” Zen quietly said. She sleepily chuckled and she buried her face on the side of his arm. 

“Your smell comforts me. Thank you.” she murmured. 

“Cara?” He asked. He was too enveloped with the realization that they shared a kiss and that he loved her and that she wasn’t done being a sweetheart after she had that nightmare. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I hug you?” 

“Yes.” 

He smiled in the dark as he wrapped his arms around her. He sighed as his nose were filled with the smell of her. He was always happy and contented whenever he could hold her this way. He wished time would stop so that he could hold her like this. 

Suddenly feeling her breathing evenly, he allowed himself to dismiss the thoughts that have been swirling inside his head and he finally closed his eyes to sleep. 

The sun’s rays flitted across Cara’s face and she squinted to remove the brightness from her closed lids. She was not ready to get up yet. She slowly raised her arms as she stretched but her arm bumped on somebody else’s arm. As she looked at her side and saw a sleeping Zen beside her, she recalled the events of last night. 

The feel of his lips on hers was something that will engraved in her memory her entire life. 

She could feel herself get warm and she felt the huge urge to kiss him again. right now, in his sleep. 

Her hands slowly reached out to him, she prayed he didn’t budge or even stir from his sleep. 

Cara felt his soft warm skin on her fingertips and she slowly whispered something that has been caged in her heart for a long time. 

“I love you.” 

She felt tears prick her eyes as she realized everything all at once. She felt bliss, confusion, frustration, and fear. She was afraid. She remembered the circumstances she bore through a year ago and she never wanted Zen to do that to her. 

He deserved someone better, but she loved him and she didn’t want to.

She had no choice, but she didn’t want to allow herself to be happy. If she gets too happy, she’ll get hurt. 

Just like the last time. 

She leaned in to Zen as she planted a kiss on his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and lastly at his mouth. Zen did not even stir from his sleep; not one bit. She chuckled softly as she rose from his embrace and grabbed her phone and left the room with a soft closing of the door. 

Zen wasn’t in a good mood. 

Not only was his costume too tight on the lower areas of his being, but he has not seen Cara from the moment he opened his eyes in their bedroom. He stretched his body as his hand absentmindedly reached over to where she has lain last night and all he felt was cold sheets. She left a letter to him saying she had some business she had to attend to but she didn’t state where. This made him incredibly uneasy. 

Today was their final practice and dress rehearsals so he will be here all night. He knew she wouldn’t come by their final rehearsals since she had a lot of things to finalize for the incoming RFA party and she needs to prepare for her return to her full time job. He got more nervous for the celebration after the performance tomorrow night because he wasn’t sure if she’ll go but he wanted her to be there as his date. He was thinking of what happened last night and he sighed. 

“Well, that’s a long sigh.” His friend nudged him as he removed the cravat that was tightly tied on his neck. “Shut up, Tobes. I am in no mood for your meddling shit.” Zen warned. His friend just chuckled and he smiled. 

“Where’s our lady love?” Tobes asked. 

Lady love? 

“I have no idea.” her murmured. 

“Oh but a little birdy told me that she was shopping with a woman in a suit and a man in a suit for a dress.” Tobes snickered. This caught Zen’s attention. 

“Dress?” Zen voiced out as his thoughts ran. She’s coming to the banquet. 

“Yeah. I also had a paparazzi image of her fitting things... But I won’t show you to surprise you! My lady saw her and she took a photo.” Tobes waved as he laughed at Zen’s reaction. 

Zen continued to stare at his friend’s back... 

Is this why she was absent? She was asking for help from the C&R people for help on her outfit after the performance? 

He suddenly couldn’t wait for the party. 

Cara twirled once more in the mirror as she readjusted the soft midnight blue straps on her shoulder. 

“Jaehee, do I look okay?” She asked her friend who was blushing as she stared at her twirl around and around the mirror. Jumin was also having a faint blush at how she looked. 

“I didn’t even fix my hair...” she murmured as her hand drifted atop her soft brown curls which was simply let down, her curls framing her beautiful face. She spent the entire day yesterday to fix herself for this night because she wanted to look beautiful for the main actor of this play and she wanted to be beautiful beside him at the party. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and she took one last look at herself. 

Her dress was primarily a midnight blue Grecian dress which has elegant soft straps falling on her shoulders, her dress freely flowing down and ending in a pool at her feet. There were floral patterns as the midnight blue color transforms into a cream skirt as it lands on her feet. her hair framed her face as her stubborn curls roamed up until her back. She simply looked like a Greek goddess. 

“You look beautiful, Cara. Zen is not worth being beautiful for, but it is your choice and i want you to be happy so I am obliging you.” Jumin suddenly spoke up. Cara looked at him at the same time as Jaehee did and she smiled. 

“Thank you, Jumin.” she silently smiled as she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. 

She wanted to fix her feelings and confusion tonight since she needed clarity from Zen’s side. She needed to know what’s going on with her. She needed to accept her feelings, she needed to make sure. 

“I’m ready.” She said. 

She didn’t know if she said this to signal her departure at Jumin’s house or she was simply talking to herself. 

Maybe it was a little bit of both. 

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[mysticmoneyhoney]

Mystic Messenger Heist!AU

Chapter 2: A crew?

"How do you plan on getting the crew back?" Jumin ran his thumb around the side of his whiskey glass. It hadn't been very long since his taste buds decided it needed something harder than wine.

"How we always do? Do you think there would be an issue?" V calmly leaned back in his chair and looked towards the corporate heir.

"How we always do." Jumin scoffed, mimicking the other man. "It won't work anymore. When she left us-"

"Betrayed us." V set his own glass down on the coffee table, the ice within the amber liquid gave a few clinks against the glass.

"When she betrayed us, Saeyoung disabled and deleted everything. There is no more chat rooms, no contacts, nothing. I have Jaehee and Zen's number." Jumin heaved a sign, running his free hand through his hair. "Everyone else did what we do best. Disappeared."

V folded his hands in his lap, leaning forward to look at Jumin as clearly as his eyes would let him. "Then we need to find Saeyoung. I'm sure he went back to doing what he does while we aren't on a job. It will take me sometime to find him though....time.... I don't want to waste on a goose chase." The blue haired man mumbled and looked down towards his hands. It was going to take a bit of contacts to find the elusive hacker 7-0-7. "We're going to need more than our usual crew, by the way."

V stood up and walked over to the large windows that peered out into the city. "Contact Jaehee. Get her on board. I'll give Zen a call, he usually has his phone number posted somewhere online." V started to stain his eyes trying to focus on the moving blobs below. "I can get a hold of Yoosung myself."

"Yoosung?" Jumin set his glass down and got up from his chair. "Shouldn't you leave him alone? He's just as burned as you."

"Its why I need him." V remained quiet, pondering how many people he was going to need...how to get his hands on some.... V turned around and walked to Jumin and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll work on Saeyoung. I'll keep in touch." He smiled and gave a few pats on the shoulder before picking up his cane and heading out of the office. Opening the door he looked back. "Thank you." Then let the door close slowly behind him as he walked down the hallway to the elevators.

Jaehee tapped papers on her desk into a nice pile, before putting them neatly in a folder on her desk. She stood up, pushing her hair back into bun, before starting to lock up her desk.

"Ms. Kang, there is a handsome customer asking for you." A timid barista poked her head into the office, before darting back into kitchen.

Jaehee managed a little thank you before the girl was gone, and headed out to the café area, expecting to see Zen visiting. However she noticed the dark suited men beside a slimmer, well dressed, snobbish, disrespectful-

"Jumin, what a lovely surprise. What can I get you?" She smiled, greeting the man into her establishment. Surely he wasn't going to try and buy out her shop. If he was he had another thing coming.

The man nodded before reaching up and tugging on his cuff links. "V is back. He needs you."

Jaehee gave looked at Jumin before motioning him to follow her to the office. The heir made his way into the office, waiting for Jaehee to close the door, leaving his guards outside to keep watch. As Jaehee moved to sit down in her chair, Jumin made himself comfortable in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"How is he? I visited a couple times in the hospital when I could get through..." Jaehee started to fiddle with her hands. It was hard seeing V just motionless on a bed. They didn't even know if he was going to wake up. "What is he planning? Honestly after the last debacle I'll be surprised if anyone still wants to get back into the business. Especially with them gone..." The woman looked over to the side, away from Jumin.

"Its a casino heist. Her casino. The casino with our money." He folded his hands in his lap and stared at the woman. "He needs you."

Jaehee sighed before rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Maybe I just wanted to stick to my legitimate business for once-"

Jumin chuckled. "Legitimate? Made with legit funds I'm sure." Seeing her starting to get riled up, he raised a hand up, wanting to stop her before she got on a tangent. "Look, I'm not here to fight. The offer is on the table if you want to get on this job. Bring in more cash for a renovation of this place." He smirked. "Just let me know if you're interested. Let Zen know its here for him too." Jumin stood up to leave.

"Excuse me? This place is doing just fine. I don't need this job." She dismissed him with her own wave of a hand. "Count me out. You all, are on your own."

Jumin nodded and started towards the door. Opening it up he looked back towards her. "See you around then, Ms. Kang." He took a few steps out the door before he heard Jaehee call for him to wait.

"Is V going for the money or...humiliation of her establishment?" Jaehee crossed her arms.

Jumin paused a moment. He tapped his chin before replying, "Both." Grinning he waved and left the shop, leaving the brown haired woman to stand there in her office alone.

Ping! New Message.

<New job. V is back. - Jaehee>

Ping! New Message.

<Its a casino. Roco's casino. - Jaehee>

Tapping the cigarette in the ashtray, before bringing it back to his lips, the white haired man tilted his head. "Roco's? Who the-"

Ping! New Message.

<Rika's* Her casino. - Jaehee>

Zen sat up on his couch and shoved the cig into the ash tray, ruining it for future use. "What?!" He immidiatly stood up and started to respond to the text.

<Rika's casino? Is that the shit she's making with OUR money? - Zen>

Ping! New Message.

<Apparently. Jumin came into the shop personally in order to tell me. What do you think? - Jaehee>

Zen stared at the phone before setting it down and pacing. Before he knew it, another cigarette was lit and he was smoking like a chimney thinking it over. After a few moments, he picked the phone back up and replied.

<I'm going in. - Zen>

Ping!

<If you're in. I'm in. - Jaehee>

Zen chuckled before making his way into his room. "Yoosung isn't going to like this. Not at all." Tapping away on his phone, he punched the number for work. "Hey, its Zen. Sorry its such short notice, but an emergency came up. I'll be back in a few weeks." He gave a nod before humming slightly. "I know, babe. Do me this favor and let them know I'll be back as soon as possible. I can't explain. Yeah. Bye~" He hung up and tossed his phone on the bed.

Kneeling down Zen pulled out a long black bag from underneath the bed and gently placed it on top of the bed. He stood back up and shoved the cigarette in his mouth into the bedside ash tray. Moving back to the bed, Zen unzipped the bag. Flipping the top open he looked at long sniper rifle that seemed to be shining with anticipation to be used.

"Beautiful as always." Zen smiled at his reflection in the metal before closing it back up. He pulled another black bag from the under the bed and started packing. Tossing in some clothes, shoes, a few packs of cigs, wads of cash, and a couple of passports, Zen was set. Hoisting the bags over his shoulder he picked up his phone and headed out of the apartment. Making another phone call, Zen hailed a taxi. Hearing a voice on the other line he grinned.

"V! Where do you want me?"

#MM #Mystic Messenger #Mystic Messenger Au #MMAU #V #mmV #MMzen #mmJumin #Mystic Messenger fanfic #mmfanfic #mmaufc #chapter 2

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[MMfanfic - Han Jumin] I wish I had met you sooner, so I could love you longer.

I WISH I HAD MET YOU SOONER, SO I COULD LOVE YOU LONGER (PART I)

Thể loại: Fanfiction – game character (Mystic messenger)

Author: Rinchan Character: Han JuminxMC, other character in MM

Status: oneshot

(I think Jumin is my most favorite in MM and why i don’t write fanfic about him, do I?

Người ta vẫn hay nói Jumin giống như một cỗ máy vậy, câu cửa miệng của anh là: “đấy là thứ cảm xúc không cần thiết”. Lịch làm việc dày đặc nhưng vẫn sinh hoạt đúng giờ, ăn đủ bữa đủ dinh dưỡng, giọng nói trầm khàn nhưng lành lạnh, khuôn mặt ít biểu cảm. Chẳng khác gì bị lập trình chạy đi chạy lại một lịch sinh hoạt cố định, đến những bộ vest cũng na ná nhau và caravat thì là một tủ toàn màu đen. Nhàm chán là vậy nhưng chẳng ngăn được các cô gái trẻ vẫn thích mơ mộng về anh.

“Thực ra, Jumin rất dễ thương đấy chứ!”

Đấy là lần đầu tiên có một cô gái nhận xét như thế về Jumin. Bình thường, các nhân viên nữ trong công ty của anh thường ngượng ngùng khi đối mặt với anh, chỉ khen sau lưng, mà cũng chẳng ai dám nghĩ Jumin dễ thương cả. Mọi người hay nói Jumin thật nam tính, lạnh lùng, một cái gì đó thật là oai, thật hấp dẫn và thu hút chỉ có ở một người đàn ông trưởng thành và có địa vị cao.

Với một vị thế đặc biệt thu hút nhiều những cô gái chẳng trong sáng cho lắm và những ký ức chả mấy tốt đẹp về phụ nữ mà bố của anh mang về. Trong mắt Jumin, phụ nữ là một sinh vật nhàm chán, nhiều tham vọng, thực dụng, ích kỷ và dối trá. Nếu có thể, Jumin muốn tránh tiếp xúc với sinh vật này, thậm chí để có thể làm thư ký cho anh, Jaehee còn phải cắt đi mái tóc dài và đổi sang kiểu tóc ngắn như con trai.

Nhưng Jumin lại thường ít khi phán xét ai, anh chỉ nhận xét theo tư duy của mình, bản chất của mọi thứ như thế nào thì anh sẽ để nó y như vậy. Vì mọi thứ chả liên quan gì đến Han Jumin hết! Anh tồn tại độc lập đến cô độc trong thế giới riêng của bản thân.

“Đừng hiểu lầm Jumin như vậy Zen oppa, anh ấy luôn có ý tốt, chỉ là anh ấy không quen giải thích mà thôi! Jumin thực ra chả ghét hay muốn chọc tức ai cả, cảm xúc của anh ấy đơn giản hơn mọi người vẫn nghĩ.”

“Yoosung, có thể cậu nghĩ Jumin nhiều chuyện và quá tự tiện khi gọi điện cho mẹ cậu mà không hỏi ý cậu. Nhưng cậu chỉ nhìn thấy màn hình máy tính, cậu không biết mình đang có những gì, đấy là thứ anh ấy mong muốn có để quý trọng mà không thể. Có lẽ sau này cậu sẽ hiểu vì sao Jumin làm vậy!”

Cô ấy đã đúng! Tư duy của Jumin rất nhanh nhưng cảm xúc lại rất đơn giản. Anh chỉ làm, anh không quen nói nhiều, cũng không giỏi giải thích. Và, anh là người thẳng thắn hơn bất kỳ ai trong RFA. Cái cách anh nhìn nhận vấn đề của từng người, cách anh trực tiếp nhúng tay vào, trực tiếp đến nỗi mọi người đều khó chấp nhận nổi. Có lẽ vì họ đã quen với việc tránh né những vấn đề của mình, thay vì nói họ không chấp nhận cách anh làm thì nên nói họ sợ phải chấp nhận sự thật và đối mặt với nó.

Nhưng, Jumin vẫn có vấn đề riêng mà anh cũng không thể đối mặt!

“Đấy là thứ cảm xúc không cần thiết!”

Jumin không thể hiểu cảm xúc của bản thân, nó thẳng thắn tới độ gần như không thể nhìn ra bởi người khác và cả bởi chính anh. Vì vậy, Jumin nhìn nhận mọi việc dưới góc độ như thế nào là tốt nhất trong hoàn cảnh đó mà thiếu đi sự uyển chuyển, anh biết nhưng anh lại không hiểu về cảm xúc của mọi người. Và cũng bởi vì quá đơn giản, anh nghĩ rằng mọi người ai cũng thấy vậy vì nó quá đỗi đương nhiên mà.

Nhưng trái với anh, cô gái đó, rất bộc trực về cảm giác của bản thân, rất nghịch ngợm nhưng cũng rất ngây thơ. Cô ấy dạy anh cách nhìn vào cảm xúc của mọi người. Vì cô ấy, anh bắt đầu nghĩ “Mình đã quá áp đặt mà không suy nghĩ cho người khác”.

Đúng vậy, anh ấy như một đứa trẻ lần đầu dùng bút màu vẽ nên những nét nghệch ngoạc trên giấy, học cách thích việc tạo nên sắc màu của riêng chúng, học cách nhận ra chúng thích gì qua việc vẽ màu này. Cô ấy, giống như giáo viên mẫu giáo của Jumin, dạy cho anh nhiều thứ mà đã không ai nói cho anh hiểu ngày trước.

Cô ấy, giống như là sự bù đắp cho tất cả những gì trước đây mà anh được trải qua ở tuổi thơ.

“Jumin, em nhớ anh, em gặp anh được không? Được không?”

Lần đầu tiên, anh không ngại bỏ về giữa cuộc họp anh vốn thấy chán ngắt trước giờ.

“Jumin, em muốn đến thử nơi mà anh đã đi tìm Zen oppa lần trước, anh đưa em đi đi~”

“Em không thích có vệ sĩ, mất tự do lắm! Anh bảo họ ở nhà đi, đi mà, đi mà~”

Anh không từ chối được cái giọng nũng nịu đó nhưng anh cũng rất lo lắng cho sự an toàn của cô ấy. Lần đầu tiên, anh tự thu xếp cho mình một ngày nghỉ để dích thân đưa cô ấy đi.

“Jumin, chúng ta cùng các thành viên của RFA đi chơi đâu vài ngày đi, ra đảo Jeju thì sao?!”

Lúc anh thông báo cho nhân viên một kỳ nghỉ ngắn đi du lịch, mọi người thực sự là sợ đến muốn khóc gọi cha gọi mẹ vì tưởng anh kiếm cớ đuổi việc họ.

“Jumin, là anh nghĩ thế thôi nhưng mọi người chưa chắc đã thấy vậy. Chúng ta có xuất phát điểm khác nhau mà, anh, chị Jeahee, tài xế Kim, những ngân viên khác... Em là trẻ mồ côi được nuôi lớn ở nhà thờ, em không có tham vọng gì hết, chỉ thích bầu trời trong xanh và những ngày yên bình. Ngày ngày chăm sóc các em nhỏ ở đó làm em thích việc giúp đỡ người khác. Nếu như em không ngốc như anh vẫn hay nói thì em đâu có vào căn hộ đó, và nếu không như thế sao em gặp được anh? Em chỉ là nghĩ, có lẽ có ai đó cần em giúp! Không phải em đã đúng sao?”

Dần dần, Jumin biết quan tâm hơn đến cấp dưới của mình, anh biết sự vất vả của lái xe Kim, một người đàn ông có gia đình nhưng luôn tất bật theo lịch trình từ sáng sớm đến tối muộn của anh. Vì vậy, anh tuyển thêm một lái xe nữa để cả hai có thể thay phiên nhau và lái xe Kim có thêm thời gian với gia đình.

Anh vẫn nghiêm khắc, lạnh lùng nhưng giống như giữa những ngày khô lạnh vẫn xen những tia nắng ấm. Mọi người trong công ty cũng bớt sợ anh hơn, mạnh dạn và hết mình trong công việc hơn.

“Mặc dù ghét phải công nhận điều này nhưng cái tên công tử bột đó đúng là đã thay đổi rồi, giống con người hơn.”

Tuy vẫn còn như chó với mèo nhưng mối quan hệ của anh với Zen đã tốt lên nhiều, cả hai đã hiểu về nhau hơn.

“Mr. Han! Thực sự rất cảm ơn anh đã cho tôi nghỉ phép thêm nhưng nghỉ quá nhiều thế này lại làm tôi thấy sợ hơn đấy!”

Lúc nghe Jaehee nói như vậy, mọi người ở RFA đều cười phá lên.

Là vì có cô ấy!

“Chúng ta tổ chức tiệc giáng sinh tại nhà cùng mọi người ở RFA nhé, em thấy thế nào?”

Chắc chắn cô ấy sẽ rất hưng phấn, cô ấy thích mọi người trong RFA, rất thích! Thế nhưng lại không dễ để có thể tụ tập mọi người lại. Thay vì trả lời, cô ấy lại đu vào cổ Jumin đầy sung sướng, anh đành phải xốc eo cô nhóc này lên để tránh khỏi bị kéo ngã xuống theo. Còn cô ấy, chả ý thức được chút nào việc anh là đàn ông, thân thể khoẻ mạnh, cực kỳ sung mãn, và chỉ có hai người trong căn hộ này. Thế nhưng cô ấy lại dám vòng chân qua quặp chặt vào eo anh, cái tư thế này...

“MC, xuống đi nào!”

“Không, em thích như thế này!”

Như một con gà con, cô ấy mổ chóc một cái vào môi của Jumin rồi thản nhiên gác cằm lên vai anh, cũng chẳng quan tâm anh có bế nổi cô được lâu nữa không.

Tuy trông rất bình tĩnh nhưng trong đầu Jumin đang có một không gian vũ trụ khác.

[Thuyết big bang tạo ra vũ trụ, thực ra thì chúng ta cũng có thể big bang được...Không, không phải ý đó!

Ưhm, MC thích ăn gì nhất nhỉ, có lẽ hôm nay nên đưa cô ấy ra ngoài ăn, hôm nọ thấy cô ấy kêu thèm bánh táo.

Bánh táo ở đâu là ngon nhất nhỉ?!

Bánh táo à?

Bánh táo? Táo?

Táo? Là thứ quả đã đã làm Adam và Eva... Không được!!!!!]

Thực sự thì dù giờ có nghĩ đến hệ thống xây tổ và làm việc của loại ong, Jumin đều sẽ bị kéo về một thứ suy nghĩ tội lỗi khác. Trong lúc chính bản thân Jumin không nhận ra, anh đã sớm ngồi xuống ghế sofa, MC thì vẫn bám lấy anh như gấu Koala và ngân nga hát một giai điệu nào đó.

Vì thế khi vệ sĩ vào để thông báo cho Jumin biết có khách đến thì thấy cảnh tượng rất lãng mạn này. MC thì ngồi trên đùi Jumin, tay chân ôm chặt quanh người, khuôn mặt rúc vào hõm cổ của anh. Tâm trạng cô dường như rất vui vẻ còn Jumin vẫn điềm tĩnh vòng tay ôm qua eo của cô, tay còn lại cầm tài liệu đọc.

Trong tình thế này mà ông chủ vẫn có thể đọc tài liệu, anh chàng vệ sĩ bỗng cảm thấy bản thân vẫn chưa đủ chuyên nghiệp. Một vệ sĩ cần giữ được dáng vẻ bình tĩnh, nhưng thường thì khi người yêu khoác tay hay ôm họ vẫn cảm thấy hồi hộp. Nhưng ông chủ của họ đây dường như là một thân cốt thép, vẫn hoàn toàn không lay chuyển chút nào, đến nhịp thở cũng vẫn bình tĩnh.

Nghĩ lại ngày trước nghe đâu đó tin đồn ông chủ sắp tới là gay, họ có phần lo lắng, nhất là thấy thái độ lạnh nhạt của Jumin với mọi cô gái càng khiến họ thấp thỏm tin đồn đó là thật. Cho đến khi cô chủ hiện tại của họ là MC đến, họ mừng lắm, vì Jumin không gay và họ không cần run bắn lên mỗi khi thấy anh chăm chú nhìn vào ai đó (thực ra thì chỉ là vô tình).

Nhưng tới giờ phút này, anh chàng vệ sĩ lại thấy nỗi sợ mà mình đã quên lâu rồi đang hiện về.

“Mr. Han, ngài chủ tịch vừa đến, chi vài phút nữa sẽ lên tới đây!” – anh chàng này cũng không muốn chen vào thời khắc này nhưng Jumin đã dặn họ phải thông báo trước nếu có ai định đến đây.

May cho anh ta vì lúc này hành động đó lại là sự cứu rỗi với Jumin. Gần như ngay lập tức, Jumin vội vàng nhấc MC đặt qua một bên rồi máy móc bảo vệ sĩ mở cửa sẵn để đón ông bố thân yêu vào.

Thực ra sau vụ việc về người phụ nữ Choi Glam lần trước, tình cảm của hai bố con họ có chút gượng gạo và bố anh có phần không thân thiện cho lắm với MC. Có lẽ vì tổn-thương-sâu-sắc do bị cậu con trai làm sáng mắt ra về đám phụ nữ bu xung quanh mà ông bây giờ lại có xu hướng né xa y như cậu con trai ngày trước. Ông vẫn hồ nghi không biết MC có phải giống Choi Glam và cậu con trai thì lại giống ông lúc trước hay không.

Dạo này ông rảnh vì ông không hẹn hò mấy nữa nhưng việc của ông nhiều hơn vì con trai ông muốn bớt việc để có thời gian cùng người yêu, thế là ông đành è cái thân già ra mà làm. Ông không dám nói không với Jumin, vì thằng con quý báu của ông đã ném lại 1 câu sẽ thôi việc rồi cứ thế đi du lịch mất 1 tháng làm ông tí thì nhập viện do lao động quá sức. Cuối cùng vị chủ tịch lừng lẫy là ông đành xuống nước chia 50:50 công việc với con trai. Nhưng những lúc rảnh ông chả biết làm gì nữa ngoài việc chạy đến chỗ cậu con trai để hàn gắn lại tình cha con sau vụ scandal của Choi Glam.

Bình thường mỗi khi ông đến chơi thì cậu con trai quý báu lại vác thêm cái vẻ đề phòng bảo vệ cô gái kia thật cẩn thận như thể ông là mối hiểm hoạ nào đó không bằng. Rõ ràng con trai ông thích mèo, thế nào mà bây giờ y như Bergie nghiệp vụ thế kia?! Thực ra ông còn mong có cháu hơn cả thằng con ông nữa, cháu ông sớm sinh ngày nào thì ngày ông được về hưu nghỉ ngơi sớm được ngày ấy. Cứ đà này sợ là ông còn bị con ông bóc lột sức lao động cho đến khi có người nối dõi mất!

“Ah, bác Han, bác qua đúng lúc quá, bọn cháu định đi ăn, bác đi cùng luôn đi!”

Thực lòng ông vẫn cảm thấy cô gái này đáng tin bởi nụ cười trong sáng không toan tính. Việc duy nhất cô gái đó làm là duy trì một cửa hàng thời trang tự thiết kế nho nhỏ với nhân công là người có hoàn cảnh khó khăn như một cách làm từ thiện. Tuy vẫn có con trai ông giúp đỡ nhưng cô bé này hoàn toàn tự lập trong việc điều hành và vấn đề kinh doanh. Có lẽ ông phải thừa nhận con trai ông có mắt hơn ông nhiều. Nhưng giờ xuống nước thì cái mặt già của ông biết nhét vào đâu? Trước giờ ông chỉ giỏi dỗ ngọt phụ nữ chứ không giỏi xuống nước với thằng con tính khí thất thường này.

“Hả? Em mời bố đi cùng?”

Jumin không lấy làm lạ vì MC trước giờ vẫn luống cố giúp anh và bố làm lành, nhưng hôm nay ai là người nhắn tin kêu nhớ làm anh bỏ cả công ty để về nhà, bao dự định lãng mạn anh xếp cho hai người cứ thế bị phá tan tành. Cái con người vừa đầu têu vừa phá bĩnh này...

"Có sao đâu! Càng đông càng vui mà!”

Thôi được rồi, anh không kháng cự được nụ cười của cô ấy. Thế là 3 người lục tục bước vào một nhà hàng mà anh vẫn quen đến ăn. Không khí rất kỳ cục vì chỉ có MC nói là chính và hai bố con anh truyền lời nhau qua cô ấy. Vì thói quen mà cả chủ tịch Han lẫn Jumin đều yên lặng khi dùng bữa.

Vấn đề là MC không đụng vào đồ ăn mấy, điều này làm anh khá lo lắng, dạo gần đây mỗi lần đi ăn cô ấy đều dùng bữa rất ít và tối thì ăn vặt với đống Honey budda chip mà Seven gửi làm quà sinh nhật lần trước.

Đương nhiên chủ tịch Han cũng nhận ra điều này, MC chưa bao giờ là người kén ăn và ghét bỏ phí thức ăn. Nhưng nãy giờ cô bé này đều nhờ con trai ông ăn hộ không ít.

“Sao vậy? Đồ ăn ở đây không ngon sao?”

“Cũng không hẳn, chỉ là dạo này cháu thấy không ngon miệng!”

Dạo này? Không ngon miệng? Không lẽ con bé có thai?

"Hay là...cháu có...ờm...em bé?”

Jumin gần như phụt chỗ vang đỏ anh đang uống trong miệng ra bàn. Vẻ mặt của MC thì từ ngạc nhiên chuyển sang buồn cười.

“Bọn con chưa làm gì hết, lấy đâu ra con nít ở đây!”

Anh gần như là nghiến răng nghiến lợi mà nói. Làm sao anh có thể để người anh yêu chịu thiệt thòi như chuyện mang thai trước khi cưới như thế. Mà vấn đề là, anh trót mạnh mồm trong chatroom của RFA với Zen là “phản đối ăn cơm trước kẻng”. Giờ thì hay rồi, đúng là tự mình hại mình, anh có là người máy thật thì phần đó cũng là cầm thú, thật nhịn muốn nghẹn rồi mà chẳng thể làm gì khác. Hơn nữa MC cách đây không lâu cũng quá bận với cửa hàng nên anh chẳng kịp ném cô vào lễ đường.

Nhưng trái với vẻ mặt buồn cười của MC, ông Han thì cứ như vừa bị sét đánh trúng. Trước giờ ông vẫn nghe vài tin đồn nhưng ông không tin, con trai của một người đào hoa như ông làm sao có thể giống như người ta đồn thổi.

“Con...không phải là con...chỉ thích đàn ông chứ?”

Giờ thì MC mới là người sốc đến rơi của cái dĩa đang cầm. Bình thường Jumin chưa bao giờ quan tâm đến mấy tin thất thiệt này, dù Seven có trêu đến mấy anh cũng chẳng quan tâm. Nhưng đấy là trước đây, bây giờ anh đã có người con gái anh yêu, anh rất để ý! Giờ anh chưa thể làm gì, lỡ cô ấy nghi ngờ khả năng đó đó của anh thì sao? Lúc đấy chỉ sợ lễ giáo gì cũng vứt sạch, anh sẽ lôi cô vào phòng vào dùng 24 tiếng sau đó để chứng minh mình cũng là một cầm thú!

“Cháu có chỗ nào giống đàn ông sao?”

MC vẻ mặt hoang mang đến tột độ tự nhìn bản thân một lượt rồi quay sang nhìn chủ tịch Han và Jumin. Nhưng cô thành công khiến ông Han phì cười và không khí cứng đơ vừa xong giảm xuống.

Đúng là già rồi lẩm cẩm, nhìn cách con trai ông thay đổi như thế nào khi có cô bé này, chỉ sợ gay cũng chả thèm thằng con ông nữa.

Jumin giơ tay vuốt mái tóc đỏ mềm mại của MC, thực ra anh không còn giận bố anh lâu rồi, chẳng qua anh không vui khi nhìn ông nghi ngờ cô gái này mà thôi. Nhưng anh lại rất dở trong việc giao tiếp với bố mình, anh không biết làm sao để bố hiểu hơn về MC. May mắn là cô ấy hiểu được những khó xử đó của anh, cô tự chứng minh được bản thân mình và điều hoà không khí xung quanh rất tốt.

Bữa ăn sau đó đã phần nào ấm áp giống gia đình hơn.

TBC...

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Sleep

A continuation to Stars.

Characters are not mine. They are rightfully Valve’s. Any event happening here that may resemble any in real life is purely coincidental as this is a work of fiction.

Warning: Terrible writing ahead.

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Sleep.

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Pyro bends down and carefully picks Scout up, carrying him in a bridal position. Scout may be lean, but he wasn't all that light. Carrying the young man though was not a hard task for Pyro as he does run around with an even heavier flamethrower all day in the battlefield.

He jumps down from the roof and lands a bit heavily on the ground. Scout stirs but does not wake up. Pyro smiles behind his mask and walks towards the sleeping quarters.

Luckily enough for him, Engineer was awake to open the door for them. He doesn't ask Pyro why he was carrying Scout and simply locks the main door once they entered and goes towards the basement to probably work on an invention or something.

As Pyro stood in front of Scout's room. He hesitated whether he should wake Scout to open his door or if he should just carefully look into Scout's pocket and look for the keys.

Not really wanting to wake the young man from his slumber, Pyro decides a third choice and brings Scout to his own room.

Pyro easily opened his door and places Scout onto his own bed. He looks Scout over and smiles when Scout moves and hugs one of Pyro's stuffed balloonicorns.

The bed was small, just enough for one person. So even if Pyro wanted nothing more than to lie on the same bed and replace the stuffed balloonicorn in Scout's arms, he opted to sleep on the sofa.

He covers Scout with a blanket before preparing himself for sleep. Pyro strips down to his underwear and takes another blanket from his closet then heads over to the sofa. He makes a mental note to wake up early so that he can put on his mask before Scout wakes.

~~~~~~~x~~~~~~~

Scout wakes up and was surprised to find himself in a strange room. He remembers falling asleep on the bridge's roof last night and so he wonders what he was doing on a bed? He looks down and sees a stuffed balloonicorn.

'Oh right! I was with Pyro last night. Huh, he must have carried me then. Why didn't he just bring me to my room though?'

Scout sits on the bed and looks around. He sees movement on the sofa and so goes over there, being careful so as not to make any sound that may wake the other. He looks at the man who was asleep.

The man wasn't familiar at all, but because of the mask that was on his hand, Scout knew it had to be Pyro. He looks carefully as this was the first time Scout was going to see the other's face. He has seen his lips those times that they ate together but this was the only time he saw the whole face.

Pyro looked so peaceful, sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. Scout somehow wished that Pyro was awake so that he could see his eyes, but he did not wish to wake the other.

Scout finds himself leaning closer to Pyro and before he knew it, he was kissing the other on the lips. The young man pulls back quickly and blushes.

He places his hand over his lips and quickly exits the room, still being careful so as not to wake the other.

~~~~~~~x~~~~~~~

Pyro wakes up and yawns, stretching on the sofa as he did. He gets up and looks over to the bed, finding Scout gone.

'Shit!' Pyro mentally cursed as his hand immediately covered the lower half of his face. He immediately remembers that Scout usually wakes up earlier than the rest because he has his morning jogs.

'Did he see my face!?' Pyro thought to himself as he quickly went through his morning routine and put on his mask and outfit. Today was ceasefire so they didn't need to go to the battlefield.

Pyro goes to the mess hall, hoping that Scout may be there eating breakfast.

And he was.

Scout was seated at one of the tables, wolfing down on some cereals. Pyro takes some toast and milk and goes to join him.

"Hud hrmng!" He tries to greet as cheerfully as he could, hoping that he did not seem nervous at all.

"Good morning to you too mumbles!" Scout replies. Pyro sits down and lifts up his mask so he could eat.

"Uh... Scout?"

"Yeah?"

"About this morning... Did you... See my face?"

"Yeah. I did. You look nice to be honest, I can't help but wonder why you wear a mask. I thought it was because you were hiding something. But I honestly think you don't have to. Maybe you have your reason though. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that I saw. I promise." Scout smiled and flashes him a thumbs up before going back to eating his cereal. His head bowed quite low that Pyro can't really see his face.

Pyro felt himself blush when Scout said that he looked nice. He was glad that the mask was still covering his cheeks. He eats his breakfast and the two said no more for the entirety of their meal.

~~~~~~x~~~~~~~

The end.

#mmfanfic #flash fire #my otp #pyroxscout #pyro/scout

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Ooh, Yooran, but with Vampire Saeran? :0

I did it! Vampire Saeran..........Ahhhhhh!!!!! Thank you anon, for this ask! 

“Hey!What’s going on there? I’m calling the police!” Yoosung was terrified, but hecouldn’t just keep walking across the park and not try to help the man that wasgetting beaten up. He pulled his phone out and glanced around, there was no oneelse in sight. He started to dial 119 when the mob dispersed and ran away,melding into the dark shadows. His finger hovered over the call button as hewarily trudged over the soggy grass to the man groaning on the ground.

Hiseyes traveled quickly back and forth, worried they would come back and hurt himtoo. His attention was quickly taken by the bloody mess of a man on the grass.Yoosung had assumed they had been hitting him with fists, it looked much worsethan that. The man was bleeding badly. He unlocked his phone once more and wasabout to hit the call button once more.

“Stop!”the weak voice spoke to him. Yoosung was stunned, the man should be bleedingout and unconscious.

“No…nopoli…ce…”

“I’mnot calling the cops, I’m calling you an ambulance!” Yoosung knelt by the man,his amber eyes pierced right through him. He didn’t look afraid, just tired.

“Noambulance, no hospital…hel…help me…hide…” blood dribbled out of his mouth andhis eyes rolled back in his head, but he still did not lose consciousness.

Yoosungwas torn. He wanted to help the man, but, he was sure he would die withouthelp. He glanced around again, hoping to see someone he could ask for help.There was still nobody walking by. He sighed and decided if the man could standand walk with help, he would take him to his apartment, which was just past thepark. If he was unable to, whatever he said, he would call for an ambulance.

Hegrabbed the man and pulled him up. He got shakily to his feet, but was steadyenough to take some small steps, leaning heavily against Yoosung.

Theysomehow made it to Yoosung’s place and he lowered the man on his sofa,lamenting the fact that he would have to probably get rid of his new throw rug.He grabbed a pillow from his bed and slid it under the man’s head. Amazingly,in the light, even though he was covered in blood, he didn’t look as bad. Heused a damp washcloth and cleaned up his face. The man was pale, probably fromthe loss of so much blood. The man’s eyes sprang open and his hand clutched atYoosung’s wrist painfully.

“Where…wheream I?” he asked. “Where did you bring me?” he hissed.

“Myapartment. It was the only place I could think of to bring you.” Yoosungwinced, the man was incredibly strong. He tried to pull away from the grip butit was impossible.

“Youshouldn’t have done that! You should have left me! I…I’m hungry, they bled me.Damned hunters!” the grip was getting stronger, the man’s nostrils flaring, hismouth suddenly watering. Yoosung’s heart increased, his fear rising.

“I’msorry…please…” the look in the man’s eyes was pleading, and indeed, apologetic.He began to pull Yoosung down, close, too close. Yoosung had a fleeting thoughtthat the man wanted to kiss him and he licked his lips nervously. His otherhand wrapped around his neck however and pulled him down further until theman’s lips were against his neck.

“Just…just a little…sip…please…” Yoosung felta scrape across his skin, as if something sharp was pressed against it. Hegulped and placed his other hand against the man's shoulder. He wasn't surewhat was happening, and he was still afraid, but he felt how conficted the mansounded. Then he heard him weeping against his neck, his grip looseningslightly. Yoosung took the opportunity to pull away a bit and lifted the man'shead. His tears were crimson, his lips were dry and chapped, most importantly,there were two sharp fangs protruding through them. Yoosung's eyes opened wideand his first instint was to run. But the look in those amber eyes held him inplace. He was in pain.

"What do you need?" Yoosung whispered.

The man looked at him with wonder. Anyone elsewould have fled long ago. He lifted his finger shakily and ran it down the sideof the blonde's neck, against the jugular.

"Blood." He croaked.

Yoosung swallowed hard, but closed his eyesand leaned his head to the side to give the man, the vampire, easy access. Hisbrain howled at him, his survival instinct screaming for him to flee. But hestayed, the look of desperation in the red-haired vampire's eyes locking him tothe spot. He winced in anticipation of the imminent pain. He did not evenconsider what he was doing. He was about to let a vampire drink from him. Hisreality was on its head. There was no sharp pain, there was, in fact, nomovement from the other man. Yoosung opened one eye, then the other, turninghis head to face the red-head.

“You willingly give yourself?” he asked,bewildered. He was starving, his belly churning, his nostrils flaring at theintoxicating smell of the bleached blonde. It was a miracle that he had not yetattacked the smaller man.  

“Well, you need it right?” Yoosung shruggedhis shoulders. The red-head smiled tiredly. The kid was a new kind of crazy.

“It’ll be painless, I promise.” He whispered,pulling him down once more. Yoosung winced anyway as he felt the sharp caninesscrape against his skin. There was pressure against his jugular, then a suddenpuncture. Yoosung let out a soft sigh as he felt the vampire sucked greedily,swallowing loudly. Yoosung’s body felt light, his mind spinning, the vertigowas finally too much and Yoosung fainted, the darkness enveloping himcompletely.

…….

Yoosung groaned and tried to clear thesleep from his eyes. He sat up suddenly, the sheet falling off him, puddlingaround his legs. His hands flew to his head. What a dream!

There was movement next to him, Yoosungjerked towards it and the red-head came into view. He’d moved one of hiskitchen table chairs next to his bed. Yoosung’s fingers fiddled around hisneck, but he could find no wound, his skin was smooth.

“It disappears. Can’t leave any evidencebehind, can we?”

“It…it wasn’t a dream?” Yoosung spoke.

“I’m afraid not. How are you feeling?”the vampire sat on the bed and took Yoosung’s hands into his own. His gazenever left Yoosung’s large lavender orbs.

“Uh…fine…I guess…as well as can beexpected after being a light snack for a vampire.” Yoosung tried to smile. Thered-head laughed, showing his teeth, which now looked normal.

“You really are something. I’ve never metanyone like you before.” He traced Yoosung’s cheek and jaw line with hisfinger. Yoosung closed his eyes and leaned into his hand.

There was a soft brush of lips againstthe apple of his cheek. He opened his eyes and met amber ones less than an inchfrom his.

“My name is Saeran, what is yours?” hewhispered seductively.

“Yoo…Yoosung.”

“Yoosung? What a beautiful name, for abeautiful boy.”

Yoosung licked his lips and could notlook away. he wondered if Saeran was using some kind of vampiric magic on him.Or was the only magic he felt purely human? He placed his hands on Saeran’sshoulders and slid them around his neck.

Saeran smirked and pressed his lipsagainst Yoosung’s, feeling his warmth. He could sense the young man’s bloodrushing through his ancient veins. He should leave, he should leave and neverreturn. He’d been down this road before, falling for humans was never a goodthing. But his heart was already beating for the boy. He slipped his tongueinto Yoosung’s mouth and ran it across his teeth. Yoosung moaned and buried hisfingers into Saeran’s hair.

“Ahh…” Saeran pulled away and stood,turning his back on Yoosung.

“What is it?” Yoosung asked hesitantly.

“Nothing. I…I should go. Thank youYoosung, but, it’s best that you forget about what happened.”

“What? No!” Yoosung stood quickly, hisfeet hitting the floor hard, then collapsed to his knees. Saeran turned withlightning speed and caught him before his knees hit the floor. “Please, don’tleave.” He clung to Saeran, he didn’t want to let him go.

Saeran sighed, his shoulders slumped.This boy, this encounter, had suddenly compromised his entire existence. Hecould not say no to those large, pleading amethyst eyes.

“Ok Yoosung.” He kissed his forehead andheld him close. “You are a complication I should walk away from.” He whispered.

Yoosung smiled and snuggled into the man,completely satisfied.

#my posts #asks #yooran #mmfanfic #yooran fanfic #saeran #yoosung #vampire saeran #blood #no gore #etc etc etc #Anonymous

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V-Men

Chapter 2 of V-Men is up on AO3 

Yoosung is not a prize to be won. But if he chooses you, you’d better be damned grateful, because you don’t deserve him.

#my posts #V-Men #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Saeyoung Choi #X-Men crossover #mmfanfic #Jumin #Zen #Jaehee #V #Rika #steamy

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Sleepover

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A little misunderstanding can have some interesting consequences.

“Hi Saeran!” Yoosung answered the phone in his usual cheery mood.

“Hi Yoosung.” Saeran said in his quiet timid way, he hated talking on the phone.

“What’s up?”

“Uhm…I called cause Saeyoung and MC are going away for the weekend and…uhm…I thought...I…wondered if you wanted to stay over?”

“Oh…uhh…” Yoosung stammered, suddenly on fire.

“You can bring your laptop. We can play LOLOL all night. Have some ice cream. And…I know where Saeyoung hides his Honey Buddha Chips.” He whispered.

Yoosung laughed, but a little on edge, was Saeran asking him what he thought he was asking?

“Uh, yeah, that sounds great.” He squeaked.

“Ok. I’ll see you tonight. Bye.” Saeran didn’t even wait for a response before hanging up.

Yoosung’s eyes were wide and his brain was racing. What was he going to do?

Taking the phone from his ear he just stared at it. Finally, he began to dial Zen. Zen would know what to do.

After a few rings, Zen picked up. “Talk to me little Bro.” he said.

“Zen! Oh my God! Zen! I don’t know what to do! You have to help me!” Yoosung was almost hysterical.

“Calm down Yoosung, what’s wrong?” Zen was suddenly very worried.

“Ok, right. Saeran just asked me to spend the night! I mean, he said we would play LOLOL, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips. But, what if he wants to, you know! I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, well, I think I am, but don’t know how to…you know…do it?”

“Fuck Yoosung! Why the hell would you call me to ask about having sex with a guy? How would I know?”

“I don’t know! Can’t you give me any advice?”

“If you were dating a girl, then sure…but I don’t know what guys do, why don’t you ask MC?”

“I can’t do that! It’s not the same I don’t think, plus, she’ll tell Saeyoung and then he’ll come back early and try to catch us doing something.”

“Yep. You’re right. Don’t trust Saeyoung. Ok…let me think.”

Zen is silent and Yoosung waits impatiently for him to come up with something.

Sighing Zen finally says “I hate to say this but, maybe you should ask Jumin. Whether he’s gay or not, he’s smart about a lot of things.”

“You think?” Yoosung asked.

“Yeah. But don’t tell him I said that! Last thing I need is for Jumin to hear I said anything nice about him. And…uhm…good luck ok? I hope he makes you happy.” Zen said.

“Thanks Zen. I am happy. Bye.”

“Bye.” Zen hangs up.

Yoosung wastes no time in calling Jumin. It rings and rings finally going to voicemail. Yoosung hangs up annoyed. He calls again. Again, it goes to voicemail. Not giving up, Yoosung keeps calling.

“Jesus Christ Yoosung! What? Someone better be dying!” Jumin finally answers.

“Jumin. Thank God. I need some advice!” Yoosung said quickly.

“Advice? That’s why you called? You do realize I’m at work, don’t you? I’m busy Yoosung. I’ll call you back!”

“Wait! NO! Don’t hang up Jumin. Please.” Yoosung pleaded.

With a loud sigh Jumin gives in, “Fine, you have five minutes. Go.”

Taking a deep breath Yoosung rattles away, “Saeran called, Saeyoung and MC are going away for the weekend, he asked me if I wanted to sleep over, said we could play LOLOL all night, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips but I’m wondering if he wants to do more and I don’t know what to do I’ve never been with a guy so what do you think?”

Silence from the other end of the phone. The second’s tic by.

“Jumin? Are you still there?” “What…the…fuck?”

“Jumin?”

“That’s why you called?”

“Uh…yes…”

“How the hell would I know what guys do. For the last time, I AM NOT GAY!”

“I’m not saying you are Jumin. But you’re the smartest guy I know. I thought, maybe, you would have some advice for me.” Yoosung is almost whispering, afraid that no one would be able to help him.

With another sigh Jumin finally said, a little more gently, “Ok Yoosung, hold on.” The phone suddenly went silent and Yoosung knew Jumin had put him on hold. So, he waited, pacing in his small room back and forth anxiously awaiting Jumin’s return.

“Yoosung?”

“Yes!” Yoosung exclaimed, heart racing.

“Jaehee is doing some research and will send you the results. Check your email in about 20 minutes. Goodbye and good luck.” He hung up and Yoosung was left a little stunned.

                                            (20 minutes later)

 Yoosung opened the email and there were a few attachments on the bottom. Jaehee organized the information which seemed to read like a beginner’s guide to male on male sex. There is also a list of supplies that could help with having a pleasurable and less painful sexual experience. He was a little embarrassed that Jaehee had put this together, but he was also very grateful. He read through the material and it was a bit daunting, but he thought the information was extremely helpful.

He took the list and looked for an adult shop where he could get the items. He finally felt ready.

                                           (At Saeran’s House)

 Saeran opened the door for Yoosung and was so happy to see him. He was very excited about spending so much time together. He couldn’t wait to play LOLOL and pig out on ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips. He’d been practicing and wants to impress Yoosung. Saeyoung has been coaching him in LOLOL and Saeran has gotten really good.

Yoosung came in and they embraced, kissing briefly. He looked a little flustered but Saeran thinks nothing of it.

“Let me take your backpack. We can hang out in my bedroom ok?”

“Uh…yeah…that sounds great.”

Yoosung followed Saeran to his room, a strangle hold on the bag full of goodies he has just bought.

Saeran dropped the backpack on the bed and turned to Yoosung, noticing his tight grip on the bag in his hands.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh? This? Well, I...uh…I thought maybe…if we needed things…we could…uh…use them.” He stammered.

Saeran’s eyebrows knit together.

“Oh…k. Can I see?”

“Sure. Yeah. Here.”

Yoosung opened the bad and held it for Saeran.

Saeran looked in the bag, a small grin on his face which froze when he saw what was in it.

“What is this?”

“I got condoms, cause we have to be safe. Some lube, cause you need that to, well, lubricate…this,” he pulls out a strange looking item, “is called a butt plug. You’re supposed to, you know, put it in your butt, to help before actually putting in your…uhm…your…” he sheepishly points at Saeran’s groin.

“Uh…Yoosung?” Saeran asked quietly.

“Yes?” Yoosung looked at Saeran with his large lavender eyes still so full of innocence.

“Did you bring your laptop?”

“My…laptop?” Yoosung asked. “Oh, uh, no, I forgot.”

Saeran is smiling, Yoosung is blushing, suddenly very much aware that Saeran had meant exactly what he had said. He had invited Yoosung over to play LOLOL, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips.

Oops…or…maybe not?

So, I’ve already written the next two in this. And as you might have guessed, they take it to the next level. Not sure I should post on here though. Yooran NSFW. Decisions, decisions!

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Protecting Yoosung

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I have a problem!

“What flavor are you going to choose Saeran?” Yoosung loves going for ice cream with Saeran. His eyes get large as he takes in all the flavors and it always takes him forever to make a final decision. Today it is between the rum raisin and the rocky road. Yoosung would recommend he get both but Saeran didn’t like to mix his ice cream.

Yoosung leans into Saeran, putting his arm around his back. The two servers behind the counter exchange a not flattering look between them, and there is some laughing behind them. Yoosung doesn’t seem to notice. He is already enjoying his plane vanilla cone.

“I’ll take a scoop of the rum raisin please.” Saeran now just wants to get out of here.

“Good choice babe.” Yoosung says innocently, loud enough for everyone in the small shop to hear. As the server gives Saeran his cone from behind them they hear, “Cough…homos…” and more laughter.

Saeran’s jaw tightens and he starts to turn around but Yoosung grabs his arm and whispers to him, “Just ignore them. They don’t matter.” He gives the server some money and tells him to keep the change, dragging Saeran out.

It takes Saeran several minutes to forget about the jerks in the shop and enjoy holding Yoosung’s hand and eating his ice cream. It helps that Yoosung is always so positive and things like this don’t faze him for long.

“Why doesn’t it get to you?”

“Those guys?” Yoosung shrugs, “Jumin says what people say and think about you doesn’t matter. People say lots of things about him all the time, and if he can ignore it, so can I. Besides,” he turns to stare into Saeran’s eyes, “your opinion is the only one that matters.” He smiles and Saeran can’t help but smile back.

As they turn down an alleyway, a shortcut back to Yoosung’s apartment, they hear sniggering behind them. They turn and see the three men that had been laughing in the shop.

All three men are taller and bigger than Yoosung and Saeran. Although they aren’t extremely muscular, you could tell they took care of their bodies.

“Let me guess, the pretty blonde is the bottom, right?” the one in the middle says. He took a couple of steps forward, “He sure is pretty enough to be a girl. If he didn’t have a dick, I’d fuck him.”

Saeran takes a step towards the man but Yoosung grabs him to hold him back. He steps in front of Saeran, afraid at what he will do.

“It’s ok Saeran. Please…don’t do this.” He pleads with the man.

           “Damn!” the man says, laughing and looking at his companions. “He even has a sweet voice. I wouldn’t mind that feminine mouth around my junk.” And grabs himself suggestively. His friends burst out laughing and start cat calling Yoosung.

Yoosung can feel Saeran tensing behind him, his breathing getting heavier and harsh. Shit!

“Awe, I don’t think your boyfriend likes to share.” He laughs again.

“You should run now. Yoosung tries to warn them. “Right NOW!”

“Run?” the men cackle and all three become hysterical with their laughter. Suddenly the man rushes forward and grabs Yoosung’s groin, squeezing hard. “What’s so special about your cock that gets your boyfriend all crazy?” he asks. Startled, Yoosung yelps and drops his ice cream.

Saeran tosses his away and steps around Yoosung, using his left hand he grabs the man by the throat pushing him backwards and using his leg to sweep the man’s legs out from under him, slamming his body down in the pavement hard. He puts his left knee on his chest and places his entire weight on it.

All three men are momentarily stunned but the man on the ground recovers enough to try and grab Saeran. Saeran squeezes his thumb and fingers around the man’s windpipe cutting off his oxygen.

He holds his other hand up towards his friends, “Take another step and I tear his windpipe out of his throat.” He growls. Even Yoosung is taken aback. Saeran stares at the men through the strands of his red hair, glaring.

           “Run…away…” he whispers harshly. They waste no time doing exactly what he says. The look in Saeran’s eyes is crazy and they believe he will kill their friend, and them if given the chance.

Once they are long gone, Yoosung tries to convince Saeran to let the man go.

“He hurt you!” he says, keeping significant pressure on his windpipe.

“Yes…but I think he is sorry. He won’t do it again.” Yoosung looks at the man on the ground, he looks terrified. Yoosung tries to stay calm for Saeran, even though he himself is afraid.

“Isn’t that right? You’re sorry? And you won’t do it again?” he asks him. The man tries to answer but all that comes out was gurgles.

“Uhm, Saeran, maybe you can loosen up a little so he can talk?” Yoosung suggests.

Saeran loosens his grip but stays hyper focused.

“Ye…ye…yes…I’m…so…sorry. Won’t…ha…happen…again!” he croaks.

“I should kill him.” Saeran says calmly. “I have to protect you Yoosung.”

“Ok. But, if you kill him, you’ll go to jail, and then you won’t be able to protect me.” He reasons.

Saeran turns his head towards Yoosung and his vision seems to clear and focus.

“I guess you’re right, but, he made us drop our ice cream.” He says in all seriousness.

“Here…here…” then man digs in his pockets and pulls out two crumpled twenty dollar bills. “Take it!...buy yourselves some more ice cream…on me…I’m really…really…sorry.” His voice is still barely audible and raw.

Saeran grabs the money and gives it to Yoosung.

“Ok, you can let him go now Saeran.”

“Can I?” Saeran asks the man.

He tries to nod.

Narrowing his eyes, lips in a thin line, jaw tightened he leans over the man, forehead to forehead and sneers through his teeth, “You’re lucky my boyfriend is nice because I would have killed you and your friends and left you in this alleyway to rot with the garbage.”

Saeran releases his throat and gets to his feet, freeing the man from his knee as well. He is still wary and ready to strike the man if he decides to retaliate.

However, the man has no intention of doing anything against this crazy man. He scrambles backwards a few yards backwards and gets to his feet, turns, and runs away.

Yoosung’s mouth is hanging open at what he just witnessed, his eyes glued to the back of the retreating man.

“I think I’ll get the rocky road this time.” Saeran says casually.

Yoosung slowly turns to regard his boyfriend, a little awed, a little scared.

“Saeran.”

Saeran turns to look at Yoosung, a questioning look on his face.

Yoosung grabs a fistful of Saeran’s shirt with one hand, the other goes to the back of his neck, and he pulls him down roughly. He kisses him so hard, teeth clink against each other and Yoosung’s tongue jabs inside his mouth. Saeran has never had Yoosung kiss him with so much passion and pleasurable pain. He likes it so much his groin begins to stir.

Yoosung pulls away breathlessly, “That…was…so…HOT! Saeran is suddenly blushing.

“You get a double scoop of rocky road!”

Saeran smiles infused with the sweet heat of Yoosung’s fire, he suddenly needs that ice cream to cool him down.

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Saeran’s Funk

Secret01 spoilers. If you have not finished the secret01 route do NOT READ!!

Spoilers*Spoilers*Spoilers*****

Sorry so long.....

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Saeran was in one of his funks. He just wanted to be alone but Yoosung wouldn’t take the hint. He never did and he was always so hurt when Saeran was more direct. He hated himself everytime he hurt Yoosung so he endured the anxiety and tried to make excuses to be alone. But today it wasn’t working.

“You should wear this shirt. The color brings out your eyes. Oh, wait, no, wear this one! Hmm, maybe this one? What do you think?

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t care, just pick on.” Saeran isn’t even looking and Yoosung’s smile finally fades. He puts the shirts back in the closet and closes the door. He leans against it and watches Saeran.

Saeran sits on the edge of his bed, he’d tried several times to get out of going to the movies but Yoosung hadn’t stopped talking long enough to listen.

Saeran looked so sad, Yoosung just wanted to go to him and hold him. At times like this however, he knew it would be the wrong move. Times like this Saeran didn’t want to be touched. Yoosung couldn’t leave him alone though. Saeran did stupid and dangerous things to himself if he was left alone in this state.

“OK. We don’t have to go out. We can stay in.”

“Whatever.” He couldn’t stand thinking about the look in Yoosung’s eyes right now. But he couldn’t help himself. His memories were all scrambled again. Thinking about Saeyoung made him angry even though he knew those bad memories were lies. It felt like his brain was going to explode, he just wanted it to stop. He put his hands on his head and tried to squeeze the pain away. He screamed out his frustration.

Yoosung felt so useless just watching Saeran in so much pain. Going to him he stopped himself from touching him, even though it was all he wanted to do. He knelt on the floor in front of him, clenching and unclenching his hands, keeping them in check and away from Saeran.

“Saeran.”

His reaction was immediate, scrambling backwards on the bed, holding one hand up as a shield against Yoosung.

“Stay away from me!” his eyes were glazed and crazed with emotion and pain. Yoosung’s heart broke, he hadn’t seen Saeran this bad in a long time.

“Don’t come near me!” he screeched, “Just go away! Leave me alone! For God’s sake, just let me die! Please…just let me go…” he ended in an almost incoherent sob.

Standing up and kneeling on the edge of the bed slowly so he wouldn’t antagonize Saeran further Yoosung said, “You know I can’t do that.”

Saeran pulled in his knees and wrapped his arms around them tucking his head down and sobbed uncontrollably. He looked so small and vulnerable.

“Why?” Yoosung can barely hear the word it’s so muffled and his voice is hoarse with emotion.

“Because I love you.”

Saeran raises his head to stare at that so innocent face.

“How could you love me? How could anyone? If you knew the things I’ve done.”

“I do know…”

“NO!” Saeran interrupts, “You DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” he screams. “I KILLED V! DID YOU KNOW THAT? AND HE WASN’T THE ONLY ONE! And I LIKED it! I LIKED killing Yoosung! I still have those urges…so tell me…do you still love me?” he had crawled closer to Yoosung during the tirade and Yoosung was so taken aback he almost fell off the bed.

With tears freely flowing down his face Yoosung throws his arms around Saeran, not caring if he gets hurt. “Yes.” He whispers into Saeran’s ear. “Yes now, and yes always. I love you Saeran, I forgive you Saeran, I just hope you can forgive yourself someday.”

Saeran is shocked and stunned. He tries to push Yoosung away but he won’t let go.

“Get off! I don’t need your forgiveness! I don’t deserve it! I don’t need you!” his words are harsh but his struggles are weakening. Yoosung holds onto him murmuring into his ear, “I love you. I forgive you. I love you. I forgive you.” Over and over again.

Saeran’s defensiveness finally crumbles and he breaks down, sobbing and clutching at Yoosung like a lifeline.

Yoosung loosens his hold on Saeran and strokes his back and his hair. Touching him as much as he can.

“I will always be here for you. You are never alone. Don’t ever wish for death again because without you my life will be over.” He pulls back and holds Saeran’s face in his hands, “You are my life.”

Saeran’s heart is suddenly beating with excitement instead of anger and despair. He still believes he will never deserve someone like Yoosung.

“You’ll never let me push you away will you?” he asks.

“Never!” Yoosung says with conviction.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. You know I don’t mean to.” Saeran is ashamed and won’t look Yoosung in the eyes.

Lifting his face Yoosung wipes away the tears on his face and kisses his trembling lips.

Saeran clutches at Yoosung, falling into him, and then falling right off the bed on top of Yoosung.

They both cry out in surprise and Yoosung’s head bounces off the floor with a loud crunch.

“Ow!”

“Oh my God!” Saeran scrambles off of Yoosung and gently helps him sit up. “I’m so sorry Yoosung. Are you ok?” Saeran is so worried.

Yoosung, however, is laughing between winces.

“What’s so funny?” Saeran asks.

“Oh, yes…Saeran…you’re such a killer!” Yoosung says and giggles.

Saeran is confused and then he sees the humor of the situation.

“You’re such an ass!” he says as he tackles Yoosung down onto the floor again, being careful not to bang his head. Then he mercilessly tickles Yoosung’s sides where he knows he is highly sensitive to touch.

“St..sto..op…” Yoosung is hysterical.

“Make me…” Saeran retorts, not stopping at all.

Yoosung reaches up to Saeran’s shoulders and bucks his hips with enough force that he flips Saeran off of him and rolls him over. Now Yoosung straddles Saeran and he grabs his wrists pinning him down.

Saeran could easily regain the upper hand but he wants to see where Yoosung takes this. He doesn’t have long to wait. Yoosung leans down and kisses him, his tongue searching every inch of his mouth.

Yoosung’s hips grind against him and they both moan with pleasure.

Yoosung lets go of Saeran’s wrists and Saeran’s arms wrap around Yoosung, his right hand tangling into his hair, his left sliding down his back and over his ass. Yoosung reacts by groaning deep in his throat and grinding harder.

“I love you Saeran.” Yoosung is breathless with desire and emotion.

Saeran looks deep into Yoosung’s eyes and wishes with all his heart that he can live in these moments and that his dark past fades more and more. Maybe, just maybe, with Yoosung by his side, he can be happy.

“I love you too Yoosung.”

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