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justiceforjumin · 2 months
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Deep Story, Day 3 — 12:02 Chatroom (Translation)
This chat... holy crap this was a mess to translate. If I didn't have the ability to add footnotes, a huge chunk of it would make no sense. I really do not blame Cheritz for switching things up in this one. Hopefully I don't have to deal with this sort of stuff again bc OOF.
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starry-sim · 1 year
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I'm very curious, what were your guys route order in mystic messenger? Like who was your first up until last? Mine was:
Yoosung 》 Jaehee 》 Zen 》 Jumin 》 707 》 V 》 Saeran
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mishkakagehishka · 4 months
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I also hope this means i will be more insane on main i've missed it
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mystmesstolemysoul · 4 months
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Playing any other route feeling guilty because I'm secretly pining for Seven the whole time
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pastelsapphy · 1 year
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zen constantly screaming "all men are wolves!!!!! you can't trust them!!!! they're BEASTS!!!" like calm down wolfie just bc you're full of more hormones than a fifteen year old boy doesn't mean everyone else is
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beef-bakery · 2 years
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when the mc gets kidnapped
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sentinelpri · 2 years
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Next To You
“Are you asleep?”
The words aren’t met with an answer. Instead, Zen continues sleeping away as he lays on Seven’s couch, his head in the hacker’s lap. His long silver locks are loose, spilling out onto Seven’s thighs, his matching lashes fluttering against his immaculate cheekbones. All Seven can do is sigh. 
They were supposed to be gathering evidence against Glam and Sarah Choi and making an expose for Jumin to read at the RFA’s next party, which is in just a day and a half. Yoosung left two hours ago, whining about being bored and tired (and about Seven’s computer sucking at running LOLOL), but Zen stayed to help. At some point, they took a break to sit down and drink some beer, and that’s how they ended up like this.
Seven figures he doesn’t mind all too much. After all, the document is completely done aside from some minor editing, so it’s not like they’re slacking, and honestly… He desperately needs the company, even if Zen is asleep. It’s just nice to be next to someone- to have someone’s head in his lap- to feel someone else’s breathing and to hear someone else’s gentle snores. The feeling of it all makes Seven feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, and though he tries to convince himself that it’s just the beer talking, he knows it’s not, as he only had one and can hold his alcohol quite well.
But if that’s the case, why does his chest feel so… Heavy? The feeling isn’t quite sadness, but it’s not a good one either. Rather, it feels like longing. Yearning. Wanting. He wants Zen desperately and has been unable to convince himself otherwise for a couple years now.
Frowning, Saeyoung reaches down and moves a few stray locks of hair out of Zen’s face. The actor shifts and scrunches his nose, but quickly settles back and lets out a deep breath.
Usually, he only thinks about this when he’s alone, but Seven finds himself dwelling on his long-kept feelings for Zen. He’s confident that the other man is not only straight, but also not looking for a relationship. Even if he were interested in a relationship, Seven doubts Zen would be interested in him specifically. He’s an awkward, unattractive, dangerous, needy mess that gets on Zen’s nerves all the time, and Zen is- well, Zen.
Still, Seven tries to enjoy this while he can; Zen’s warmth, Zen’s presence.
In a moment of bravery and in a bold display of affection, he leans down and kisses Zen’s forehead, only to immediately regret it.
Ugh. Why the hell did he go and do that? What if Zen was actually awake? What if the actor found out somehow? Mind racing, Saeyoung groans and holds his head in his hands, praying that his sudden nausea will go away. 
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Turns out, the nausea wasn’t just from kissing Zen’s forehead, because while that definitely contributed to the feeling of queasiness that the hacker felt that night, he also thinks it might have been the pizza he and Yoosung ate (that Zen refused because ‘that amount of grease will make me lose an ab’), because just an hour or so later, he finds his stomach churning more and more. He hasn’t had the heart to wake Zen despite it being half past three in the morning- the actor has been struggling to sleep because of his weird prophetic nightmares again, so Seven feels bad about so much as thinking of interrupting the- apparently- good quality rest the other man is getting whilst using Seven’s chubby thighs as a pillow.
Seven shakes his head at himself. Since when did he get so soft? Why can’t he just shove Zen off of him like he would with literally anyone else? Luckily for him, just as he thinks that, the actor’s eyes start to flutter open, revealing sleepy pools of ruby red. It seems to take Zen a few moments to process what’s going on, but when he does, he sits up as fast as he can and scoots away from the redhead, who immediately misses the warmth.
“S-Sorry, dude! Did I fall asleep on you like that? One minute, we were drinking, and the next-” Zen cuts himself off, looks at the few empty beer cans on the floor, and shakes his head. “I don’t even remember passing out. Sorry again, I should really get home. Wait, what time even is it?”
To Saeyoung’s utter dismay, the beautiful moment of comfortable silence with Zen sleeping on him so peacefully is over, so he cracks his neck and looks at the analogue clock on the wall.
“Almost four, but really, man, you should just crash here for the night,” Seven says it nonchalantly, almost like he doesn’t care that much, but he does- not only has Zen been drinking, but Seven also doesn’t want him to leave. Truth be told, the redhead has been incredibly lonely, and having Yoosung and Zen over is the most social, in person-interaction that he’s had in a while. Now that Zen’s actually here and in the flesh, Seven feels sad thinking about being in his empty house all by himself again. “I mean, you’ve been drinking, so you shouldn’t drive home, and I know you’re between roles right now so calling a cab would really be a waste of your money! And, uh… I…”
“Seven,” Zen rubs his eyes and looks over at the hacker with a smile that makes his heart flutter. “Don’t tell me you want me to stay…? If that’s the case, all you had to do was ask.”
He feels called out and embarrassed, but he gives a hurried nod and stares down at his lap before responding.
“I… Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone over!” Seven laughs and nervously scratches the back of his neck. “I guess- I guess I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t really have a spare bed right now for you to sleep in, and Mary Vanderwood usually takes the couch, so-”
“So what? We can just share yours.”
Seven short-circuits at that. Share his bed? With Zen? Initially, he wonders how the hell Zen can say such a thing that nonchalantly, but then he remembers that Zen doesn’t have romantic feelings for him- that and Zen probably sees it as a totally platonic thing that guys can do that’s also totally appropriate.
“Y-Yeah, okay! Sure! Do you… Wanna go ahead and go to bed now? It is pretty late, and we still have work to do for Jumin before the party.”
“That sounds great,” Zen says and stands up straight, stretching his muscles before turning back to Seven with a beaming smile. “Lead the way?” 
Seven does as asked, because how could he not with Zen looking at him like that? With such beautifully sleepy eyes and messy locks and a perfect smile to match? He leads the way with Zen following behind just a little too closely, the beer on his breath mixing with his cologne in a way that Seven finds disgustingly addictive. 
When they get into the redhead’s room, he can’t help but be embarrassed at the state of it. Even though the lights are off, it’s easy to see the mess that’s been left from weeks of Seven’s depression manifesting into him being unable to do basic tasks like cleaning his room and showering. There’s PHD Pepper cans and Honey Buddha chip bags piled up in and falling out of his bedroom trash can, dirty clothes where the carpet should be, and computer parts and papers taking up his shelves and desk. 
“Sorry about the mess, man! I know it isn’t the most attractive thing in the world,” Seven pauses and looks back at Zen, totally embarrassed. Why would he even say that? Attractive? Who is he kidding? It’s not like Zen thinks he’s attractive in the first place, so why say such a thing and risk giving himself away? 
“I don’t mind- it’s not any worse than what my place looks like right now, anyway. Let’s just get to bed so we can wake up at a decent enough time to finish editing that document for that stupid trust fund kid tomorrow,” Zen huffs and, as if it doesn’t make Seven’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, takes his pants and shirt off. The older man is just as statuesque as he always seems to brag, long legs and broad shoulders with narrow hips and rippling muscles, his skin pale and untouched with a single mark like delicate porcelain. Fortunately, Seven manages to break his stare in favor of looking at the ground as Zen crawls underneath his single weighted blanket and leaves just enough room for him. “Night, Seven, sleep well.”
“Yeah, you too… G’night, Zen.”
Zen falls asleep on his back just a few seconds later, looking utterly ethereal. Seven isn’t sure if he wants to actually go to sleep alongside the actor or if he just wants to stare at him all night, as creepy as that is. After a few seconds too long of debating with himself, the redhead just lays down next to Zen on his side, facing away from him and putting as much space between them as he possibly can while still having enough blanket to cover his body. At some point, a few minutes after those newly familiar snores of Zen’s start to permeate the room, Seven feels so hot that he discards the shirt he’s wearing and the pants as well. Normally, he would feel a bit embarrassed, but he figures that there’s no need since he and Zen are equally dressed.
But then, right as his anxiety starts to calm down, and as soon as he feels sleep start to take over his golden eyes, he hears rain falling, followed by a boom of thunder and a crack of lightning. Just fucking great, he thinks, his anxiety bubbling back up in his chest even worse than before. Were it any other night, he’d be alone and able to go get his headphones to tune it out, but Zen is sleeping right next to him and will probably wake up if Seven gets out of bed. So, Seven stays, even as the booming thunder reminds him of gunshots, heads being slammed into walls and floors, and late stormy nights spent in that old basement at his mom’s house shushing his younger twin to sleep despite his own fear. Before he knows it, Seven is trembling and cuddling up into the smallest version of himself with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them; anything to feel small, anything to feel hidden and protected from all the noise that’s hurt him.
One particularly loud crash of thunder tears through the sky and has Seven flinching so hard that it makes the man behind him stir.
“Yo, Seven, you okay?” Zen’s voice is uncharacteristically soft and gentle in a way that reminds the hacker of the actor’s way of speaking to Jaehee when she’s upset or Yoosung when he needs serious advice. Seven doesn’t respond at first, terrified that he’ll break if he does. He pretends that he’s sleeping and nearly jumps when he feels Zen’s arms wrap around him from behind. Those strong, warm arms both bring him comfort and make him feel like he’s going to puke. “Seven, wake up…! You’re shaking, are you okay?”
Zen gently shakes his shoulders, and Seven knows the other man won’t stop until he says something back, so he turns around in Zen’s arms and looks up at him with the best groggy facade he can manage.
“Mm? I’m fine,” He murmurs, only to then jolt and fold into himself when the thunder roars again. “I-”
“Seven, are you scared of thunder or something?” Zen questions, seemingly seeing right through him. 
“Uh, no?” Seven chuckles, and though Zen looks at him in disbelief, the actor doesn’t say anything. Instead, Zen just pulls the redhead in. Seven gulps and wraps his arms back around Zen’s body, his face buried in Zen’s chest and his hands grasping at the other man’s back. “Zen, I-”
“Shush, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself; just go to sleep.”
Seven lets out a sigh of relief at that and allows his eyes to flutter shut. Now, all he can hear is Zen’s heartbeat, and the slow, gentle melody lulls him to sleep.
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Later that morning, Seven wakes up early on his own accord and finds himself wriggling out of Zen’s arms so he can grab his phone and check the chatroom. His laptop is set on his lap so he can edit the document for the party, which is in just a little over twenty seven hours now. He looks away from the laptop screen so he can read the messages flooding in the chatroom. 
707 has entered the chatroom.
Yoosung☆: help omg 
Jaehee Kang: ?
Jaehee Kang: What’s wrong?
Yoosung☆: I’m pretty sure I have food poisoning
Jumin Han: Food… Poisoning?
Jaehee Kang: If food is left out for too long, past its expiration date, or cooked incorrectly, it can make you sick, Mr. Han. That’s what food poisoning is.
Jaehee Kang: Usually, the affected person will be left throwing up or getting rid of the bad food through, um… Other uncomfortable means. It’s not a fun experience.
Jumin Han: I see. 
Jaehee Kang: Yoosung, what did you eat?
Yoosung☆: Had pizza last night while I was @ Seven’s, pretty sure that’s what did it
Yoosung☆: I’ve been throwing up all morning!!!
At that, Seven groans. He didn’t eat until a few hours after Yoosung did, and he’s been feeling hot and nauseous since the night before. While he assumed that most of it was caused by Zen, he now suspects that he may also have food poisoning.
707: Uh oh lol
707: That’s tough
707: Haven’t thrown up or anything yet, but hey! Who knows lol I may not be able to make the party tomorrow XD
Jumin Han: Er… Please, tell me you finished that document.
707: I did! Just doing some last minute editing, but I’ll share it with ya rq, Juju
Despite his increasing nausea, Seven manages to share the document with Jumin’s email before slamming his laptop shut and prioritizing the messages on his phone instead.
707: Yoosungie~
707: You have someone there to take care of ya?
Yoosung☆: Yeah! My mom’s here
Seven sighs at that, unable to help the jealousy that courses through him, 
Jaehee Kang: Sorry to ask, but is Zen alright? He was with you two last night, and he hasn’t been online all morning.
707: Oh, no worries!
707: Our gorgeous Zen refused to eat what we had, so unless we’re wrong and it’s not food poisoning but something contagious, he should be A-OKAY! (;
707: Anywayyyyyyyyy
707: 707, defender of justice, over and out! <3
707 has left the chatroom.
Seven sets his phone down on the pillow and reaches over to rest a single hand on Zen’s cheek. The actor is still passed out, cuddled up to Seven’s side, his head resting against the redhead’s thigh. They crossed lines last night that Seven never thought they would, which makes him wonder if things are going to be exactly the same as they were just twelve hours ago or if… If things are going to be different. Seven doesn’t mind different. And for a moment, Seven feels at peace, just having Zen right next to him like this. It feels right. But then, that familiar feeling of nausea is creeping up his stomach and into his throat, and he finds himself running out of bed and into the master bathroom, locking the door behind him before darting for the toilet bowl.
It’s been long enough since eating the pizza that most of what comes up is stomach bile, which burns his throat and his mouth on its way up. To his disgust, some of it splashes back up in his face, and to make the situation worse, he hears footsteps paired with knocks on the bathroom door.
“Open the door, Seven!” Zen demands from the other side, sounding concerned. 
“What-” Seven flinches hard at the loud banging on the door and curls into himself before suppressing a gag and continuing. “Zen? What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping!”
“What do you think? Your puking woke me up, so I’m here to take care of your stubborn ass!”
“Why?”
“It’s not like anyone else is going to!” Zen argues while jiggling the locked doorknob to no avail. Honestly, the words sting, but Seven knows that Zen is right; the rest of the RFA is busy, Vanderwood hasn’t been by in weeks, and it’s apparent that he doesn’t have any family to come take care of him like Yoosung does. “Now let me in!”
Seven pukes again, the retching sound echoing in the bathroom. He coughs and clears his throat, then answers Zen.
“...No.”
“No? Dude, you’re sick, you need someone here with you-”
“I already said no! I’m-” Once again, the remnants of last night’s dinner come up and join the rest in the bottom of the toilet, mixing with the cold water. Seven thinks that might be the last of it, so he grabs some tissue to wipe his face with and cleans off the toilet seat before flushing it all and leaning back to catch his breath. He’s sitting on the bathroom floor in his underwear, mouth tasting like vomit, hair a mess, body flushed, and feelings complicated. Regardless, he definitely doesn’t want Zen seeing him like this- especially after last night- so he tries to convince the older man that he’s alright. “I’m fine!”
“I wasn’t asking. If you don’t let me in, I’ll break the door down.”
“Fine! Jesus,” Seven forces himself up and goes to open the door, and Zen just stares at him, hands landing on his shoulders and ruby eyes full of worry. “Happy?”
Zen looks shocked now, brows furrowing together in confusion before he relaxes them again. Seven realizes that he hasn’t let his persona slip in front of Zen until this point, and oddly enough, he can’t stop himself. Seven suspects that it’s because he’s sick, which is why he usually tries to avoid being around anyone when he’s sick- his emotions go completely haywire. Though he assumed that his stomach was empty, he feels himself about to hurl, so he drops to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and empty’s the rest of his stomach’s contents into it. To his surprise, Zen is rushing to kneel beside him, one hand rubbing his back and the other hand gently pushing his fiery red locks away from his face to prevent any of the backsplash hitting them.
“Seven… Are you okay?”
“Shit,” Seven coughs, his breathing shaky and tears pouring from his eyes. He thinks of every other time he’s been sick- every other time he’s been stuck in bed coughing up phlegm or stuck living by the toilet bowl throwing his guts up with no one there to take care of him. He thinks of every day he spent taking care of Saeran when they were younger, of holding his younger brother’s hair back and sneaking out to get him medicine. He wonders why he was cursed to a fate as cruel as his with neither his mother or father showing any interest in his well being, with Saeran being gone, with Rika being gone, with V being so absent, with the agency seeing him as nothing more than a working mule whose health doesn’t matter. And, finally, he thinks about why Zen cares so much. Why does Zen care so much? “I don’t think anyone’s ever done this for me.”
“Done what?”
“Take care of me… Hold my hair back,” Seven gasps with his heart beating a mile a minute as he flushes the toilet. Zen helps him to his feet. “It feels so different.”
“Is that bad?”
“No, I-” Seven cuts himself off and runs his hands through his greasy hair as Zen leans back against the counter. Briefly, he imagines this perfect life where he and Zen are together, where Zen takes care of him like this all the time, where things are good. But then he remembers his family and the agency and all of the baggage he’d bring into Zen’s already fucked up but still promising life, and he remembers that, all he’d succeed in doing is ruining everything Zen has going for him right now. “I could definitely get used to it, but I shouldn’t. Things like this don’t work out for me. I shouldn’t get too close to you, Zen, you’re too good for me.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean? Just what are you on about?” Zen crosses his arms and glares at the hacker. “Seven, this isn’t like you! Why are you being so down on yourself?”
“Zen, I hate to be the one to break this news to you, but have you considered that you don’t know what I’m really like?” Seven asks with his gaze trained on the floor, but even if he isn’t looking at Zen, he can just feel the tension that he’s created in the room by giving himself away.
“Okay, I get it, you’re emotional right now,” Zen tosses his hands up in defeat and turns towards the door. “Why not hop in the shower? I think it’ll make you feel a little better. I’ll wait for you out in the bedroom.”
Seven takes a deep breath as he watches Zen leave the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Then, he quickly brushes his teeth and turns the shower water on before undressing and stepping in the shower. As he quickly shampoos his hair and washes his body with honey and strawberry scented products, he wonders what Zen uses. Probably something really masculine and subtle, like teakwood or charcoal… Seven decides he’ll ask later. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs in hopes that it’ll make some of the pain and anxiety wash away, but it doesn’t- it just makes his skin red and raw. He turns the cold water off and steps out onto the tile floor, lazily grabbing a towel from one of the cabinets to wrap around his cold body.
When he steps back into his bedroom with the green towel held around his shoulders like a blanket, he almost expects for Zen to be gone. However, when he gets there, he’s surprised to see that Zen is moving with a cup in his hand to set a trash can with a bag in it next to his bed.
“Uh, Zen? What are you doing?”
“Oh, I just got you a trash can in case you get sick again so you don’t have to run to the toilet… Made you some tea, too! It’ll help your throat after all that.”
Seven still feels like shit and finds himself frowning as Zen sets the cup of tea on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed. Seven quickly changes into a pair of boxers and some sweats before grabbing his cup of tea and plopping down next to the actor on the bed. 
“This feels wrong,” Seven murmurs and receives no response. He sips on the tea, surprised to find that it’s his favorite brand of black chai and that it’s sweetened with honey just the way he likes it. It feels warm and soothing on his throat. “You made it perfect, y’know. Usually, no one else can get it right.”
“Yeah, well… I just made it like I’d make mine, but Seven…” Zen stares down into his lap and wrings his hands together. “What were you talking about back there? Not good enough for me? I don’t know what you’re really like? Being emotional while you’re sick is one thing, but this… Feels like something that’s been bothering you for a while.”
Zen’s hand is on his back, sickeningly sweet, sickeningly reassuring, sickeningly supportive. That same hand drifts to one of his bare shoulders to give it a reassuring squeeze. 
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Seven mutters with a smile, trying to play off everything that he said to Zen in the bathroom. “I think the food poisoning just got to me a bit! I’m healthy as a horse, y’know, I’m not really used to being sick like this.”
“You’re lying. What do I need to do to get you to trust me with whatever is bothering you?”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I don’t want to bother you.”
“You know, when I was a kid and I got sick, my parents weren’t really around to take care of me,” Zen says out of nowhere, and Seven just stares at him, listening. He notices that Zen is fully dressed again with his hair neatly combed and tied back. “They were always working, so my older brother took care of me; made me tea like this, held my hair back when I had to throw up, gave me medicine, and we’d stay up for hours and just talk about life. I miss those days. Seven, I know that’s kinda weird to bring it up, but in a weird way, you remind me of me. I don’t have my brother anymore, and I don’t think you have anyone either, so I can’t help but want to take care of you.”
“Zen…” Seven starts, stops, then starts again, resting his head on Zen’s shoulder. “Remember a while ago when you broke your leg and you said it would be weird for Yoosung to come take care of you?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“If that’s your way of operating, I don’t care, but doesn’t that mean it’s weird for you to be taking care of me like this? For you to have stayed at my house last night? For us to have slept in the same bed together?”
“No,” Zen answers as if it’s obvious and rests his head against Seven’s in return. “I don’t see you like I see Yoosung.”
“Then how do you see me?”
“Well… I dunno how to explain it, but I see Yoosung like a little brother, y’know? And you… My feelings for you are different! This is a terrible time to come out with it, but Seven, I like you! You may be a little goofy, your pranks may go too far, and you may be secretive and defensive as hell, but dammit, I really like you! I-I always have, y’know?”
Seven freezes at that. On one hand, he’s terrified, but on the other hand, he’s relieved. Zen returns his feelings, and he doesn’t have to worry about being too weird or too awkward or too clingy with the older man anymore, but he still has a million other things to worry about; his father, Saeran, the agency, all the hackers that are after him, what Zen’s fans will think, how the RFA will react… But Zen is looking down at him like he’s perfect, and he can’t help but reach over to rest a hand on Zen’s cheek.
“Am I… Am I allowed to be selfish like this?” The redhead asks and pulls his head back to stare straight at Zen’s face. “To have you to myself… It doesn’t feel real. You really like me?”
“It’s real, and… You’re allowed to do whatever you feel like you need to right now.”
“Need? Or want?”
“What’s the difference between the two?”
“I want you, but I feel like I need to push you away for your own sake.”
“Like I can’t take care of myself?” Zen scoffs and shakes his head before running a hand though his ponytail to work out the tangles. “I’ve been around the block a bit, y’know. I think you’re underestimating me.”
“I think you’re underestimating the people who are after me that could hurt you if we get too close.”
“Well, maybe I don’t care about getting hurt if it’s for you,” Zen challenges and rests one of his hands on top of the one of Seven’s that’s on his cheek.
“That’s a dangerous way of thinking,” Seven whispers with a sardonic smile and leans a little closer.
“I can handle a little danger.”
“That’s good,” Seven chuckles and, against his better judgment, chooses to ignore all the voices in his head telling him that this is a terrible idea. “Because I’m a dangerous man.”
“Are you feeling better?” Zen questions and leans in to kiss Seven’s forehead.
“Just a bit! I think we’re past the worst of it.”
“Then you should get some rest. I’ll watch over you, okay?”
At that, Seven grins and crawls underneath the covers. Things may be awkward, but if Zen has the same feelings that Seven does, then the redhead is hopeful this may actually work out for them. Right now, Seven just focuses on cuddling up to Zen and appreciating the fact that the actor is still next to him.
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zevlors-tail · 2 years
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Day 4 of trying to get Zen's Route in MysMes:
Jaehee and Yoosung: My life is in shambles. I am unsatisfied with my occupation, all I have ever done amounts to nothing, and life is so utterly meaningless and cruel. All I know is falling apart. Nobody loves me and god is DEAD.
Me, blatantly ignoring any chat that doesn't involve Zen: lmfao Zen you're so funny tell me more!
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soliloquet · 10 months
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this blog: the point
okay girlies i am fighting back against years of internalised misogyny and not-like-other-girls-isms and finally indulging my latent interest in dating sims/visual novels. i'm completely new to the genre, with the exception of that one time i went fucking feral over mystic messenger for like three months when i was seventeen, but those were dark times 😔✊
i though it'd be fun to blog my journey, since from my brief foray into the mysmes fandom it seemed like people in this sphere of the internet are honestly lovely. i'm planning on starting with the obey me series, since i know it's pretty popular at the moment, maybe do a bit of live-blogging, but if anyone has any suggestions i'd be happy to hear them!!
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brighteststar707 · 3 months
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Faye!!! Congrats on your two years 🎉 I'm so so incredibly happy that we met through good old Mysme I could CRY fr. You are so special to me!!
So I was thinking for a while but didn't want the slots to go, so I'm gonna come outta nowhere and SHOCK HORROR not pick either of my two husbands, Jumin or Zen.
But how about number 30, confiding in them, with Vanderwood. The little tease we got in V's route just made me smitten at the time. He literally is thrust into the RFA drama and I can't help but feel he'd connect with MC. Like lord help us Vandy, wtf is going on.
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Lola! Thank you so much for your message! I'm so grateful to have met you, you mean so much to me and I wish only the best for you <3
I'm pleasantly surprised by your request! It's a good event when I can write more than one fic for Vandy.
Picture this: It's V's route, Seven has saved you from Mint Eye, now you, V Seven and Vandy are in the cabin. Your relationship with V is.... not really existent at this point so this fic could be romantic when you squint hehehe
Love ya <3
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Confiding in Them
✦Vanderwood x Gn!Reader ✦ Words: 1553
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Time in the cabin feels like it has slowed down to a crawl. It is dark outside, and eerily silent. Inside, there are only the sounds of footsteps back and forth across the floorboards, and V’s harsh breathing in the next room. The repetitive nature of the noises has only added to the liminal feeling.
You had reassured the others that you weren’t tired, and then promptly fallen asleep on the sofa, still sitting upright with your jacket draped over your shoulders. When your eyes opened again, you weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep for, or where your dreams ended and reality began. Your life lately has been so strange, it has been hard to keep track. You had dreamt of car chases and cult initiations, the faces and voices of your loved ones so close and yet out of reach. How was that any different to what you had experienced over the last week?
Someone had covered you with a spare blanket when you were asleep, as well as lit a fire in the fireplace opposite you. It was warm, and you were still disoriented from sleep, so you stayed put, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself and watching the fire dance over the logs.
You allow yourself, maybe for the first time, to process the fact that you managed to get away from Mint Eye and everything they had planned for you. In the (relative) silence of the cabin, with everyone else occupied, it starts to sink in. Back there, with a part of you constantly in fight or flight, it was hard to process the reality of your situation. You were just trying to survive. Now that you’re safe, it all hits at once.
The isolated compound, the flowery pink room, the wardrobe full of clothes made to your measurements. Ray, monitoring your conversations with the RFA, his kindness that teetered on the brink of desperation. The minty blue of his eyes, too vibrant to be natural. The silence in the hallways, so unsettling for a building so full of people.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
You jump and turn your head towards the speaker. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to hear him approach you.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Vanderwood says. To his credit, he does actually look apologetic.
His voice is quiet, deep, and still unfamiliar to you. You have grown used to the voices of the different RFA members, have even started to find a certain comfort in hearing them. On the other hand, he is still practically a stranger to you.
You had very briefly met Vanderwood when he first got to the cabin to help Seven, but you had said little to each other since.
“It’s okay. I’m just a bit jumpy, I guess.”
“From what I’ve seen tonight and what Seven told me – which isn’t much, mind you - that’s not surprising.”
Seven has been keeping an eye on Vanderwood since he entered with a vaguely threatening air you haven’t yet seen from him, reminiscent of someone keeping their attack dog on a short leash.
“What did Seven tell you?”
He joins you on the sofa, sighing deeply before answering. He has been at V’s bedside, tending to him in his terrible state, since arriving, and he has good reason to be tired.
“He has kept most of the story from me. I know that that guy back there has been fed more different drugs than I’ve ever seen before and that you’re his…?” He leaves it open-ended and throws you a meaningful look. He’s still trying to fill the holes in his story.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t even know what we are.” Thinking about V too much makes you scared all over again, so you change the subject. “What else do you know?”
“Nothing except that you were there with them. He’s smart enough to keep RFA stuff away from agency stuff most of the time. I guess desperate times call for desperate measures, though.”
“You can say that again.”
You sound wearier than you mean to. The longer you think about everything, the more ridiculous it all sounds. You watch as a log cracks in the fireplace with a satisfying pop and feel Vanderwood turn to assess you for a moment.
“And who are you in all of this?”
“That’s a long story.”
“And I am a very good listener. Literally, it’s part of my job.”
You laugh. He doesn’t.
“Really, I feel like I haven’t talked to a single person since I arrived - Seven doesn’t count. I need a change of scenery.”
It isn’t that his voice softens, but he sounds like he’s choosing his words more intentionally this time he speaks. It makes him sound more sincere. Maybe that’s what encourages you to indulge him. Or maybe, you just need someone to help ground you now that you feel like you’ve detached from reality.
“Well, I was sort of… kidnapped and held hostage in this cult?”
His eyebrows disappearing into his fringe is the only thing that gives away his surprise. He scans you once over, a well-practiced look. He’s looking for any obvious damage.
“I’m fine, you say quickly, “Seven managed to save me before anything really bad could happen.”
He nods. “You can trust him with these things.” He thinks for a moment, before quickly adding, like a sudden thought that came into his mind “were you with the hacker?”
“Yeah.”
“You met him? What was he like?”
The questions tumble out of his mouth faster than he can stop them. Is this what he sounds like when he’s excited? You had heard him discussing the hacker with Seven earlier, asking questions with his eyes wide. Turns out it’s rare for someone to give Seven this much trouble.
“Strange. Kind of sad. I wish there was something I could do for him.”
Vanderwood’s enthusiasm vanishes.
“Then he sounds just like the rest of us.”
In the silence that follows, you both turn your attention back to the fireplace. The flames seem to have a life of their own, and your cheeks feel warm from the heat of it. Somewhere, from another room, you hear Seven’s voice. You wonder who he’s talking to, or if it's just to himself.
“So, if that guy,” Vanderwood gestures back to the bedroom where V is sleeping, “was drugged to oblivion by that cult, how did you get out okay?”
“He has a bit of a personal history with their founder. The whole RFA does, actually, but his is more… delicate, from what I understand. See, I’m the stranger in this equation.”
“Huh. I don’t know why I expected this to be simple. Nothing Seven involves himself in ever is.”
“They used to all be like a family once apparently. I’m still trying to understand it all myself.”
He puts his head on his hands for a second in a show of exhaustion. “Maaaaan…. how are you staying sane through all of this? Just hearing the gist of things is making me tired.”
You’ve been asked this question a few times, but you’ve never given the real answer any thought before. Next to V, who could barely stand upright and was talking to the air last time you were at his bedside, you were always fine. It felt wrong to even imply otherwise.
But now, when you think about where you were a week ago and how much has changed since then, you aren’t so sure. You can’t remember the last time you felt rested and, even though you’ve been reassured that you’re safe here, you’re scared someone is watching you. You can’t even think of walking down the street by yourself before you break out in goosebumps.
"Oh. I guess you hadn’t gotten that far yet, had you?”
“No… I guess not. Is it that obvious?”
He holds out a gloved hand in front of your face and taps your forehead once, lightly.
“You’re easy to read. Or maybe it’s just me.”
With only the flickering firelight on his face, his expression is hard to make out, but you find some comfort in his gesture.
“I feel like none of it is real. At least if you can see it, it means that I’m not making any of this up.”
He nods and you lapse back into a comfortable silence.
“Hey, I know it may not be much coming from me, but I think you’ve got some good people on your side at the moment.”
You’re not sure what possesses you to ask, “Is that including you?”
He seems to be stunned for a moment before he smiles. It transforms him into a brand-new person, and you can imagine what a different life might have looked like on him. Your anxiety gets pushed down by a wave of pride at managing to elicit that expression from him. You have a feeling it’s quite rare.
“Yeah, I guess it does.”
Suddenly, V groans loudly, startling the both of you. Vanderwood jumps back to his feet and quickly follows the sound to the bedroom door. Before he disappears completely, he turns to you and says, “Listen, I need to go back to playing nurse, but can we talk more a bit later?”
You smile.
“I’d like that.”
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natasha-in-space · 2 months
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Ive seen u posting about a couple of mysme dudes going to therapy. Im wondering how would it be for yoosung to go to therapy
Ah, I like to believe that that's something you and him will come to a mutual agreement with, sometime after the party is over. He'll spend his time recovering from his eye injury, and, although he is very proud of the man he has become for you in such a short amount of time, he knows that there are some deep-rooted issues he still has to fully resolve in order to fully find his footing in this world. I'd like to think that what motivates him to finally go through with seeking out therapy are the nightmares he'll find himself struggling with. The whole accident at Mint Eye happened so abruptly, and his brain has kind of blocked out the whole trauma of the event, so he didn't even consider the lasting consequences he might have to face.
Although therapy is never easy, I am confident that he will handle it surprisingly maturely. Yoosung's progress during his route is honestly very impressive, and he is fully open to processing his inner issues and working on his harmful habits one step at a time. He might struggle a bit with not progressing 'fast enough', though. His self-confidence is something he'll have to struggle with longterm.
Holding his hand and letting him know that you are proud of him is crucial. Letting him know that he's doing an amazing job. That it is perfectly normal to have bad days, bad weeks, hell, even a bad month. Seeking out therapy does not mean becoming happy all the time.
I actually think that seeking therapy will make him look back on his interactions with Rika in a more detailed and level-headed way. Accepting the fact that Rika might have struggled with things he had no knowledge about will be a challenge for him. As, it makes him feel guilty for not noticing it. But, he'll have to accept the fact that he cannot be responsible for other people's happiness. Despite this, it is disheartening for him to contemplate. But he has to work through these feelings in order to move forward.
I also think that he will have a long-term therapist. His job is one that, unfortunately, makes him deal with many discouraging situations and losses. Every happy and healthy puppy he successfully saves can be followed by an old and well-loved cat he has to put down. It's a difficult responsibility to handle. So, it will be beneficial for him to have a safe place where he can process these emotions in a healthy way.
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justiceforjumin · 2 months
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Deep Story, Day 3 — 15:15 Chatroom (Translation)
I thought the Konglish jokes from the last one would be the most difficult thing I'd have to translate. I was proven wrong by this chat. So the quality of the translation may not be as good as the others, I apologize for that. I still tried my best but Zen's weird analogies made my life really difficult >.<
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goofysocks3 · 1 year
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Day 3 into deep route and I'm shockingly taking a liking to Jumin 💀
it's funny because I started playing mysme with seven as the reason (which is probably common amongst most players) and it's odd because I find seven to be one of the most real characters; in the way that he types in the chatrooms and stuff kinda freaks me out because of how real it sounds sometimes?? But I can't help but sympathise with Jumin when everyone is bashing him in the chatroom 😭
I feel like most of the RFA condense him down to 'rich boy who has no emotions' but in a way he's kinda more than just that, like his father and his issues and I'm not sure if there's more but that's all I know about his issues atm. I'm not sure if this changes in his or Sevens route since I'm only on day 3 so bare with me, but even if they're just joking around, (and they're not real either way 🥲) I feel bad going along with the joke and making fun of Jumin when he's joking or just trying to fit in? for example one of the Day 3 chats where Jumin goes for lunch with his dad and takes the blurry picture of the food (which ngl made me laugh because just imagining someone like him not being able to take photos reminds me of an old person not knowing how to use a phone and it's pretty funny) where seven proceeds to make fun of him and the 'bland' jokes that he makes which again I found pretty funny, and Zen says it's rude to be using the phone on the table with his dad and partner there, but honestly speaking if him and her were in the middle of a conversation, not showing Jumin any recognition, I think that's even more rude of a thing to do since he invited his son and isn't even speaking to him, so what else do you expect Jumin to do? anyways, the chat gives you the choice to make fun of Jumin too or to be neutral about it (I think) and it makes me think, why can't they just leave Jumin to fit in? I know that he's probably different in a lot of ways in terms of the way he grew up, but some of the RFA members should just let him be 😭 especially Zen and Seven ;(
So anyways, I feel bad for some RFA members making fun of Jumin when there's so much more to his character 🥲🥲 I wasn't planning on playing his route, but I might do it after finishing Sevens!
This was just a rant because I just finished a chatroom where Zen was absolutely slandering Jumin and I needed to write something about it :D
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n0bluev · 1 month
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I opened mystic messenger again just now.
It was a misclick, but ill call it fate: it made me realise, i think, i finally got over my mystic messenger trauma. So I might casually play again.
It was never the same after……. « the incident »…
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long story short (nvm not short woops, call it trauma dumping / venting (/lh lol)):
couple years ago the device i was connected on broke, it was very dramatic ngl but i wont get into that.
I was hella rich ingame, hourglasses everywhere i tell u! But the same could not be said about my friend, who also liked mysmes. We played at the same time sometimes which was fun, and when we had done most of the casual/deep routes, we got on my game to do secret story so she didn’t have to buy it and could focus on getting another story lol. BUT. At that time we were pretty busy, and it took time to meet up and play. Whatever, we had all the time in the world, no?
WRONG! THEN MY THING BROKE AND YOU KNOW WHAT? MY. EMAIL ADDRESS. ON MY MYSMES ACC. WAS WRONG! THERE WAS A TYPO IN IT AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO TO FIX IT, COULDNT CREATE THE EMAIL TO MAKE IT REAL, COULDNT NOTHING! so i lost my account. and all my progress. and i wasnt in the mood to grind mysmes again :(
So. I never finished the game. :,(
and ive been salty since >:(
CUZ I HAD EVERYTHING NEEDED TO FINISH THE GAME…. WORST! I HAD ALL THE PICTURES FROM THE CASUAL AND DEEP ROUTES TT! I HAD TO WORK FOR THAT SHIT! I HAD SEEN THEM GET THEIR LITTLE GLOWUPS! THEY WERE DEAR TO ME! I HAD ALL THE LITTLE GUESTS UNLOCKED TOO!
I HAD SO MANY HOURGLASSES LEFT I WAS GOING TO PLAY CAREFREE STYLE, BUYING THE 10H IF I MISSED A CHAT I DIDNT WANT TO MISS OR SUM,,,, I WAS AT THAT POINT WHERE I COULD AFFORD IT TT
anyways.
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its time to grow past my dark past.
I havent played in years anyways (my big mysmes phase was in …. 2018? gosh……) so i might as well go through the story again as a little refresh………….. 707 ill make u happy again bbg dw..
Okay. Im down to play again. Fuck it 👍
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galaxieflora · 10 months
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A kinda weird inconsistency I just realized looking over the plot of MysMe.
SPOILERS FOR 707'S ROUTE, SECRET ENDINGS, ANOTHER STORY, RAY'S ROUTE
So in Another Story, the twins' mom died about six months before Saeran was first put into Mint Eye. Saeran knew she died (he even attended a funeral for her, according to his diary) before he went into Mint Eye. It's also shown that Rika accidentally killed her and it was framed as a suicide.
However, in 707's route (or the secret ending), during Saeran's first cleansing ceremony, Saeran says to a believer that he has to go back home or else his mom will be mad and hit him.
Now Yoosung's route did have Saeran make a comment implying he killed his mom. While I think changing it to Rika killing her instead was a retcon (which excluding Yoosung's route, there isn't much of anything else to suggest Saeran actually killed Mother Choi, and he's not very a reliable source for many reasons [being drugged and brainwashed, being lied to by Rika, his willingness to say anything to scare people etc.] so I think it's easy to assume him implying he killed his mother wasn't true and therefore it could be easily retconned), I liked to believe in-universe that he just implied he killed his mom to scare Saeran, in order create an explanation that stays consistent with both Casual Story/Deep Story & Another Story.  However, him saying his mom is still alive during his first cleansing ceremony makes the attempt at consistency kinda fall a bit.
I also just don't see any reason other than revenge that Unknown would have to kill his mom. There wasn't anything at his old house I think he wanted, and he was living at Magenta by then, so I can't see him attacking her while living with her.
So here are my guesses:
1. He just said his mom was alive & would get mad at him in hopes it'd convince the believer to let him go.
2. He freaked out bc of the believer telling him all the stuff about ME and Saeran briefly forgot his mom died.
3. Another change between the CS/DS and AS timeline is about when Mother Choi died, and possibly also who caused her death.
Idk, what do you guys think?
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numbuh424 · 5 months
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Vivia and Yakou's dlcs being released last has the same energy as MysMes Jumin and Seven Deep Story routes, does that make sense
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