#mysme fictober

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 2

@mysme-fictober

Michael's Edition

2 October 2023—TOAD

“Shut up!” Yoosung threw his pillow towards the window knowing full well it did no good.

“Wha…what’s wrong?” Saeran turned towards his boyfriend in groggy confusion.

“That stupid toad!” Yoosung ran his fingers aggressively through his blond hair, resisting desperately his desire to yank his golden strands in frustration. “It’s been a week! I can’t get any sleep!” he swung his feet off the bed and stomped towards the window, throwing it open. The sound was louder and harsher.

Saeran sighed and left the warm and comfort of the bed as well. He yawned and stretched as he walked towards the younger man, setting his hand on his shoulder. “Come back to bed.” He whispered and kissed his neck.

“How can you sleep with this racket?”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it? How? I’m going to find you, you little shit! And I’m going to squish you!” he yelled out of the window.

The toad croaked loudly as if calling his bluff. In fact, a cacofally exploded, as if it called in its friends to serenade the irritated blond. Saeran couldn’t help it and he let out a laugh.

“E tu Brute?” Yoosung scowled as he turned towards the red-head.

“I’m sorry, but that sounded planned! And I just got an image in my head of a toad in the center of other toads as they discussed how to annoy you the most.” He couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” Yoosung snarled as he grabbed his pillow and a blanket.

“Where are you going?” Saeran asked, closing the window and curtains tight.

“In the living room! Maybe I won’t be able to hear them in there. Good night!”

“Come on babe! Just put some music on, or your earplugs. Don’t leave me in this cold bed alone!” he pleaded.

Yoosung just waved at him as he walked out the bedroom door.

“Damn it!” Saeran frowned, glaring at the window as the chorus of toads continued their midnight concert.

In his bedroom, Saeyoung, Saeran’s twin and all around prankster, slept soundly, a soft smile on his face as he dreamed about the tiny speakers he’d set up outside of Saeran and Yoosung’s bedroom after Yoosung had complained about a single night of a toad keeping him awake.

#mysme-fictober #mysme fictober #mystic messenger #day 2 #Toad #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mention of Saeyoung Choi #mysme #Halloween #Michael's prompt list

[nochi-quinn]

Fic/Fluff/Kinktober, day 22

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Relationship: 707/MC Rated: G Words: 420 Prompt: "Who takes care of you?" ( @fictober-event )

>> Ohh, you're a philanthropist. Taking care of them from the goodness of your heart. << ex act ly << you understand >> I hope you have someone to take care of you, too.

[neocities][AO3]

#fictober 2023 #mystic messenger #mysme 707 #saeyoung choi #707 x mc #mysmetag #my writing

[mysme-fictober]

Mysme-Fictober 2022

It's that time again! I'm gonna' try my best to do as many as I can! Please join me!

#mysme-fictober 2022 #mystic messenger #fictober #RFA #fan fiction #October #Halloween

[natasha-in-space]

Mysme-fictober Day 4 - Haunted House

SE!Saeran/gn!reader

Mysme-fictober promts belong to @mysme-fictober!

"...Stop. I'll go with you. Or, you'll just stay here."

You flinched as you didn't anticipate hearing a familiar gruff voice behind you, which immediately made you turn to Saeran with obvious confusion in your gaze.

"Uh... What?" That was all you could manage to mutter, most definitely looking pretty perplexed with your dumbfounded facial expression.

He huffed as he quickly put both of his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans and arched his eyebrow at you. The redhead was clearly quite annoyed at the necessity to repeat his words to you once again, but he didn't voice any of his irritations out loud. "I said: either you go in there with me, or we ditch my idiot brother and his antics as I suggested to you from the very start, and instead go for some ice cream."

"Ah... Y-you, don't have to do that for me! It can get very... loud and intense in there. And you never even went to any haunted houses before. Besides, it's only a stupid bet, I don't want you to put yourself into an uncomfortable situation just because of my own stubbornness."

You blink, trying to process everything that you just heard and avoid letting your bewilderment show on your face.

Although, judging by his deadpan gaze, your attempts were failing quickly, despite your efforts.

To assure him that you would be fine, you waved both of your hands in front of your face and put on a slightly nervous smile. Nonetheless, your heart froze as you thought that he was only doing this to protect you. Saeran was caring, whether he showed it openly or not. You never really liked haunted houses from the very beginning, and going through one all by yourself was something you never even tried before. It would be foolish to deny that you will likely end up shaking like a leaf and needing a very long hug, even though your tolerance for spooky things was pretty average.

Your expectations were high because this was your first time visiting an amusement park with both of the twins. Getting out somewhere as a whole family like this was a pretty rare occasion for you three, which is why you were practically buzzing with excitement, scurrying down the street with a spring in your step and a huge peppy grin lighting up your entire face like a ray of sunshine shining from within. You couldn't remember the last time you went to such a place... probably when you were still a kid. Oh, it would be so fun to experience all these different attractions with the twins right next to you!

Saeran stayed behind to check out the sweets shop or relax on a nearby bench next to the peaceful shade while you and Saeyoung enjoyed all the more thrilling rides. Nevertheless, this did not imply that Saeran was not participating in the rides. The ferris wheel quickly became one of his favorites: you could practically see the wonder in his wide awestruck eyes, as he quietly surveilled the clouds getting closer and closer to him as minutes passed by. You even wished you'd take a picture of this magical moment, but, in the end, you decided to simply squeeze his hand in your own and gently place your head onto his shoulder, enjoying the view of the evening sky uncovering itself before the two of you. While your time with Saeran felt peaceful and unrushed, when it came to your brother-in-law, it was the complete opposite. Saeyoung allowed you to let loose completely, shrieking at the top of your lungs while riding another dangerous roller coaster and feeling the wind make a complete mess out of your hair. You didn't remember when exactly the teasing had begun, but before you knew it, you two were competing on who is the more resilient one when it comes to every single exhilarating ride in this amusement park. To his exasperation, Saeran was deemed to be your judge, keeping a steady score in his head as you and Saeyoung raced from one attraction to another, determined to prove each other wrong.

To be fair, you should have listened to your boyfriend since the very beginning, which you slowly but surely started to realize as, with each new ride, your energy inevitably started to plummet, all while Saeyoung seemed to not break a sweat. You refused to admit your defeat, despite him being trained as a former informant to withstand such demanding ordeals.

Which brought you to this. Of course, he would save the best for last... The Haunted House was his ultimate trump card against you, and he made it perfectly clear before going inside the attraction itself. The grin he wore proudly on his face was louder than a thousand words combined. You were going to be completely destroyed and he knew it. Ugh, Saeran was right, there's no point in trying to deny it. Right from the beginning, he was correct, and he's still being patient with you and your foolish desire to prove his brother wrong. You felt a bit remorseful for acting so childish in front of him.

Even though he merely rolled his eyes at you, he let out a soft huff and furrowed his brows slightly. "Y/N, we both know that you're going to lose this 'bet' the minute you go in there. You're barely even standing after all these stupid rides you went through because of him. Either I go with you, and we end this competition you want to win so badly, or we find somewhere quieter to rest our legs. Or, your legs, to be exact. Your choice."

As usual, he was as direct as ever, and all you could do was stare at the ground like a child being scolded for something extremely stupid. Well, he wasn't wrong for scolding you like this, and it's not like he was even 'scolding' you in the first place. You knew it was his way of caring for you, and you were in the wrong here, anyway.

Your body was practically begging you to rest after all the excitement you put yourself through today. Trying to endure the Haunted House on your own in this situation was a poor choice, and not only will you lose this godforsaken bet, but you might even end up hurting yourself. Saeran wasn't having that. He has always put his foot down whenever your stubborn nature got the better of you, and you knew deep within your gut that that's exactly what he was doing right now. Which means it would be wise for you to listen to him, whether you liked it or not.

You sighed, sagging your shoulders, and felt the tips of your ears burn from the shame blooming within your chest. You probably looked like a complete and utter idiot...

"I'm sorry... I got carried away, I know. And now you're even sacrificing your own comfort for my stupid decisions."

A soft groan came from his direction, and then a warm hand touched your head, making you gasp in surprise.

"God, stop being so dramatic, dummy. I am capable of making my own decisions, and I am not sacrificing anything here. I'm not the one practically dropping from exhaustion." He caressed your head with a certain tenderness in his smooth touch, making a swarm of butterflies soar up inside your stomach. Your cheeks were now burning up for an entirely different reason than before.

You shuddered, tentatively peering up at him through your lashes. You never knew being petted on the head could feel so nice... You honestly wished he'd never stop now.

Your chest tightens with affection as his facial expression softened significantly. You were pretty sure the corners of his mouth were slightly turning upward, as if he was on the verge of a small smile. Although, you weren't quite sure your poor heart could take such an overwhelming sight right now. Bashfully, you opened your mouth to speak, trying your damn hardest not to stutter like a lovesick high schooler would in front of their crush.

"Are... you absolutely sure you're okay with that? I wasn't lying when I said it can get pretty intense in there, you know... I really don't want to force you into something you don't want, Saeran."

He chuckled, gently flicking you on the forehead with his finger. This caught you completely off guard, making you stumble back a bit in surprise.

"W-what was that for!?" You exclaimed, covering your forehead with your hand, and staring at him with a pair of dumbfounded eyes the size of dinner plates.

"That was for repeating the same tune over and over again. I told you, I'm fine. I've heard more than enough about this 'Haunted House' of yours from other people chatting next to me, while you were having your fun to know that there's absolutely nothing there that could cause me any harm. Trust me, I've seen and heard way worse stuff in my lifetime. Sure it'll be annoying with all the useless noise, but nothing I can't handle. Can't say the same for you, though."

You blinked, opening and closing your mouth a few times, like a fish out of water. Well... this was certainly one turn of events you couldn't have expected.

"I'm guessing that's a 'yes'?" Patiently waiting for your response, he cocked his head to the side. You were certain that you saw specks of mischief flickering around in his mint eyes, which made your cheeks flush with an even deeper shade of red.

Either way, you nodded, took a small step towards him, and extended your hand silently in a nonverbal invitation. To your surprise, Saeran decided to sling his arm over your shoulder and pull you close to his side as he walked nonchalantly towards the Haunted House still standing in front of you.

This sudden closeness definitely caught you off guard, making your heart soar all the way up to your throat.

"S-Saeran...?" You stuttered, looking up at him in silent question as you stepped forward side-by-side. You were far too captivated by the comforting warmth of his body so close to yours to even notice any of the scary decorations slowly starting to surround you by now. He glanced your way, slightly squeezing your shoulder in a firm and reassuring grip.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me."

With all your heart, you trusted him with that promise.

#mysme-fictober2022 #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #secret ending saeran #se saeran #saeran x reader

[marshmallowprotection]

You’ll be able to find all my MysticTober prompts here on Tumblr, or on AO3 daily @ lilacnightmares   !

Day 4: Angel/Demon

ANGEL / DEMON

Saeyoung felt like he was forever cursed to lay in the darkness where he had fallen from grace. He had accepted that his wings had been clipped and that he would never know what it was like to feel the sun on his face ever again. 

It was his curse to hold in his hands for the sake of rescuing his brother but it had been worth the trouble that it entailed. 

As long as Saeran was able to see the sun, he cared not what happened to him or what became of his body or life force. A small price to pay, but the needs of his only brother were all that mattered to him in the long run. 

At least, that’s what he had told himself time and time again. It wasn’t until he saw the outstretched hand from the light reaching out to him in his abyss that he ever considered that there may be another option for him to take. 

His hesitation was notable, but he could not keep himself tied down to the bottom of the river forever when more and more people dared to dive to his resting place. Her smile was infectious and dared to pull him from the murky waters of hell and bring him back into the light, but Saeyoung, curse his fate, he was scared to see the light again. 

“You shouldn’t let go of your happiness,” Judas’ voice rang in the back of his head every single time he tried to get away from the sun. “Everyone deserves happiness somewhere along the line, Luciel, and if you deny yourself the simple pleasure of joy than you will forever waste away at the bottom of this pool you’ve created for yourself. Nobody put you there, you tied your own bricks, darling.” 

Bold words coming from a man that had made a deal with the devil for his own simple pleasure and his price for giving it away from having a price on his head higher than anyone could believe. Yet, Saeyoung found himself just as drawn to the demon as he was to the blinding light of the angel that wanted to give him a piece of her heart and her smile. 

Minji had known nothing but a world of love and happiness, and she didn’t know what it was like to suffer unspeakable things. Yet, she had a heart that seemed to understand that people who had been hurt needed to be heard in the midst of their tears and reminded that they deserved a chance to hold their own smile once more. 

How could this hopelessly fallen angel find himself craving what he had been denied for reasons out of his control? How could he want something that he could never truly hold tightly for the fear of that joy being taken away once again? 

His heart pounded in his chest nevertheless, reminding him that no matter how deep he sank into the waters of Hell, there would always be a part of him that longed for what he had convinced himself that he didn’t deserve. 

“Seven,” her voice was like a melody in his ears when he tried to cover them tightly. “You know that you can talk to me about anything, right? I don’t know what you’ve been through in the past, but I want to be there for you now if you’ll let me inside your heart for only a moment.”

In spite of everything, Saeyoung found himself reaching out with both of his hands. 

Perhaps, this time, he would be given a chance to see what it felt like to be selfishly happy. 

#fictober #mystictober #mystictober2020 #mm #mysme #mysticmessenger #mystic messenger #judas choi oc #minji cho oc #poly trio #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #seven mm #mysme seven #mystic messenger seven #seven mystic messenger #seven mysme #mm seven #cmc #seven x judas #seven x minji

[saeyoungs606]

Mysmes Fictober Plans

Hi! To try and get into the spOokY mood and become more active, I’m going to do the fictober prompts made by a post I found a few months ago. This is probably fairly old, haha, but I don’t mind. The original prompt list is here for those of you who are interested! 

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Day 1-

Prompt: dark magic

Pairing/characters: Mint Eye

ideas: 

witch/sorcerer au

humorous rather than so serious (maybe?)

Day 2-

Prompt: full moon

Pairing/characters: Zen x reader

Ideas:

werewolf au 

Day 3-

Prompt: into the woods

Pairing/characters: Jaehee and Jumin

Ideas: 

why am I getting sleeping beauty vibes

more serious

kinda wanna make it more horror-esque than some of the others

Day 4-

Prompt: haunted house

Pairing/characters: all characters

Ideas:

humor x1000

yeah, it’s just a crack fic

Day 5-

Prompt: skeletons in the closet

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

I actually didn’t know what this meant until I googled it and saw the idiom, and I honestly love it-

has room for some dark secrets

Day 6-

Prompt: superstition

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 7-

Prompt: living dead

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A 

Day 8-

Prompt: mad scientist

pairing/characters: Jumin and Jaehee

Ideas: 

mad scientist Jumin au 

Frankenstein is a huge inspiration ;)

Day 9-

Prompt: pumpkin spice latte

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas: 

sounds fluffy

Day 10-

Prompt: carnival

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 11-

Prompt: horror movies

Pairing/characters: Yoosung x reader/Yoosung x 707

Ideas:

kinda fluffy but mostly humor

teasing Yoosung™

Day 12-

Prompt: urban legends

Pairing/characters: all characters

Ideas:

definitely a more scary/horrific/unsettling one 

Day 13-

Prompt: phantom

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 14-

Prompt: masquerade

Pairing/characters: Jumin x reader

Ideas: 

based off of the One Thing™ that I already planned (no spoilers, hehe)

this is  d a r k 

Day 15-

Prompt: hayride

Pairing/characters: Jaehee x reader x Zen

Ideas:

N/A

Day 16-

Prompt: damsel in distress

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 17-

Prompt: candy

Pairing/characters: Saeran x reader

Ideas: 

N/A

Day 18-

Prompt: in the dark

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

maybe more angst-

actually wait no- vampire au

Day 19-

Prompt: cloak and dagger

Pairing/characters: 707 x reader

rival secret agent au

Day 20-

Prompt: angels and/or demons

Pairing/characters: V x reader x Rika

Ideas:

N/A

Day 21-

Prompt: fantasies

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

kinda feeling the angst with this one too

Day 22-

Prompt: nightmares

Characters: V x reader

Ideas:

hurt/comfort

Day 23-

Prompt: monster mash

Pairing/characters: RFA

Ideas:

RFA halloween party

kinda crack

kinda wholesome

Day 24-

Prompt: I want my mummy

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 25-

Prompt: hocus pocus

Pairing/characters: Jaehee x reader

Ideas: 

witch au

Day 26-

Prompt: castlevania

Pairing/characters: all characters

Ideas:

vampire hunting group = RFA 

vampires = Mint Eye

reader = stuck in between 

Day 27-

Prompt: ghosts and ghouls

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas:

N/A

Day 28-

Prompt: decorations and atmosphere

Pairing/characters: Saeran and Saeyoung

Ideas:

N/A

Day 29-

Prompt: samhain

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas: 

N/A

Day 30-

Prompt: trick-or-treat

Pairing/characters: all characters

Ideas:

N/A

Day 31-

Prompt: halloween

Pairing/characters: TBA

Ideas: 

N/A

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*TBA - to be announced.

**All ideas are subject to change. If you would like to see a specific pairing/group for a prompt, then comment below and I’ll take that into consideration!

***Also, I may get a bit behind and not be able to post daily, so I’m going to go ahead and apologize about that. I will try my best to upload every story, but it may be every other day instead of daily. 

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #fictober #mystic messenger fic #mystic messenger fictober #mysme saeyoung #mysme 707 #mysme unknown #mysme jihyun #mysme yoosung #mysme saeran #mysme jumin #mysme jaehee #mysme rfa #mint eye #headcanons

[angstmongertina]

Fictober 2k18: Day 7

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

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

Prompt List | Masterpost

7. “No worries, we still have time.”

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

“Eunbyeol? Is that you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[choicest-fics]

WWhatever it is you're busy with good luck and you can do it!

HI! Thanks so much. It was just family stuff. Gotta' keep up those familial connections you know! Family is very important to me! I'm good now, working on some asks and The Choi's Nextdoor fic. Doing some research on the next one cause I have NO IDEA about the A/B/O AU, LOL.

Also working on other Mysme things and Halloween is coming up so I'm all about some mysme fictober!

#answered #mysme #mystic messenger #working on stuff

[miss-mysty]

Fictober day 14

For @fictober18

Prompt: “Some people call it wisdom.” Fandom: Mystic Messenger

I’m pretty much just sticking with MysMe at this point.  Can’t complain.

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MC still wasn't allowed to know what was going on, apparently. When she went into the chatroom, even though some of the members did seem to know what was going on, none of them were willing to tell her just what was happening outside of Seven's bunker.  And it wasn't like she could go outside.  She didn't hold it against Seven that he felt the need to make sure she couldn't go outside, at least not after Vanderwood told her about the apartment blowing up.  She probably would've wanted to go back and return to work.

Vanderwood was apparently stuck in there as well.  Not that Seven seemed bothered by that, except when the man would tell him to get back to his actual work.  MC only knew vaguely what it was they both actually did, and she had a feeling that was intentional.

After another meal, cooked by Vanderwood of course, she decided to sit down with him when Seven was busy.  Not that she expected to have privacy from him.  It was his house, and he seemed talented in listening in even when it looked like he wasn't.

"You haven't been in the messenger today," she said quietly.  Vanderwood was reading a book at that point, which was a change.  His main activities seemed to be cooking, cleaning, and yelling at Seven.  It made for a busy day, to be sure.  MC wasn't sure she wanted to know what Seven was like when he didn't have someone to take care of him.

Vanderwood gave her a look above his book before lowering his eyes again.  "I'm smarter than those guys.  I don't WANT to know what's going on."

"Oh?"

"Some people call it wisdom.  I call it self-defense against insanity.  I put up with enough shit just talking to 707 on a daily basis."

MC visibly wilted at that.  "...I have fun talking to you in there,  though.  You seem..."

"Seem what?"

She blushed just slightly.  "More relaxed."

Vanderwood stopped at that, glancing down at his phone just laying beside him.  He seemed to be considering something.  And then, "...I'll log-on after lunch"

#fictober18 #mysty's writing #mystic messenger fanfiction

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 8/JUMIN WEEK DAY 4

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

8 October 2023—BOO! Jumin Week—Acts of Service

Jumin held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, trying not to let it slip.

“Just…I don’t…ahh…” the phone fell to the carpeted floor. He picked it up in frustration, letting go of the fake spiderweb he had been trying to stretch across the bookcase. “This is ridiculous, why did I even think I could do this?”

“Settle down Jumin, you can. Also, what was that muffled sound? What are you doing exactly?” Saeyoung asked through the phone speaker.

“Trying to pull apart this stupid web while still listening to you. I only have two hands you know.” He said.

“Uh, you know you can put the phone on speaker right?” Saeyoung joked.

“Oh, right.” He felt like an idiot. Hitting the speaker button on the phone he set it down on a side table. “OK well, what do I do after I finish with the web?” he asked.

“Change out the bulbs in some of the lamps, you got the purple bulbs right?”

“Yes, I bought everything on the list you sent me.”

“Really? Wow, you really are going all out aren’t you?”

“It’s Lillie’s favorite holiday, so I want to make it special, and I don’t want her to lift a finger this year, I just want her to enjoy it for the entire month.”

“You could have just paid someone to do it, you’re filthy rich after all.” Saeyoung laughed.

“That wouldn’t be the same. I want to do the work and see the look on her face.” He was aware that it likely would look much better if he hired someone to decorate, but, he knew Lillie well enough to know that she would love it all the more because of his effort. Though he hadn’t thought he would be fighting with fake spiderwebs.

“I think I can handle placing the items in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement, however, I might need help again in setting up the fog machine for the cauldron.”

“Sure, I’m here all day! Sounds like you have things well in hand.”

“Indeed, if I require more hands, I’ll simply ask my security team. Thank you again Saeyoung for the support and suggestions.”

“Any time! Make sure you take pic…uh, that Lillie takes pictures!” he laughed.

Jumin grunted as he hit end call on the phone. He’d gotten better at taking pictures, it wasn’t his fault that the stabilization on his phone was finicky.

He was meticulous in his arrangement of the décor, not a single surface was without a Halloween item. With Saeyoung’s help, he’d even been able to create an actual bubbling cauldron that wouldn’t create and environmental hazard in the apartment.

Hours, he had been working for hours and the setting sun outside reminded him that Lillie was due to arrive home soon. He checked his watch and saw that he had only minutes. He turned off any lights whose bulbs hadn’t been changed, turned on the cauldron, and lit the candles. Fairy lights were strung throughout the decorations giving the areas a ethereal quality. The scent of pumpkin spice and apple cider wafted through the room as well. Satisfied, all that was left to do was wait.

It didn’t take long before he heard the rattle of the front door, hiding behind it as it opened inwards he held his breath for his love’s reaction.

He heard Lillie inhale as the scenery caught her attention. She took a few steps inside, her head scanning the entirety of his labor. Quickly he slammed the door closed and jumped at her with a loud “BOO!”

Lillie screamed and turned, her hand already balled into a fist before noticing that it was her beloved.

“Jumin! You scared me!” heart racing she doubled over in relieved laughter.

“I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself.” He enveloped her into his arms and held her close as her heart regained equilibrium. “Do you like it?” he asked as he released her.

“Like it? I love it! How much did it cost to do this? You know I would have decorated myself.” She said, but her smile never left her face.

“Oh, well, the cost was only in supplies, I decorated.” Jumin said, running a hand through his thick black hair, a grin on his face. “Took several hours, but it was well worth it to see your reaction.”

“You…you did this? All by yourself?” she asked, turning to her husband, golden brown eyes wide.

“Saeyoung helped with some of the more intricate items, but I set it all up on my own. I just wanted to surprise you. I know how much you love this holiday and how hard you worked last year. I wanted you to just be able to enjoy the season this year and concentrate only on your costume for the party.”

“Party?”

“Absolutely, I think having a Halloween party here would be quite entertaining, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! That sounds wonderful!” Lillie threw herself on her husband and held him close, tears of joy filled her eyes and a wide smile plastered her face. “I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right now! Just…I…the thought and effort you put into all of this has me in tears. I love you so much Jumin.”

“I love you too. And I would do anything to see that radiant smile on your face for the rest of our lives.”

They kissed.

#mysme fictober #mysmefictober2023 #day 8 #BOO! #Jumin Han #Juminweek #juminweek2023 #day 4 #Acts of Service #JuminXLillie #I stand by that ending!

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 4

@mysme-fictober

Michael's Edition

4 October 2023—MUSHROOM

Yoosung chopped mushrooms as he hummed to himself. He’d probably chopped too many, but he could save them for dinner. Green onions were next and then some tomatoes. Grabbing a bowl he cracked six eggs into it and began to whisk.

“What ya doin?” Saeran asked as he plopped down on a stool at the counter.

“Making some omelets.” The blond responded.

“Can I help?” asked Saeran.

“Uh, no.” Yoosung smiled at his red-headed boyfriend and continued to cook, heating up the pan.

“Come on! I can do something.” He pleaded.

“Sure, can you get me the cheese.” Yoosung relented. Saeran jumped off the stool and did as he was bid.

“There, now we’re working together.”

Yoosung laughed and nodded.

After breakfast, which was a delicious as always, they went their separate ways. Yoosung to the vet clinic, Saeran to Saeyoung’s shop, as he’d said he would help him out with a large order.

Dinner time Yoosung decided to make some beef stroganoff after remembering the extra mushrooms. When he went into the refrigerator to grab them, he didn’t find them chopped up. They were once again in their original packaging, as if he hadn’t used them that morning. Confused, he assumed Saeran bought more, no big deal. He shrugged and grabbed the package, this time using the whole thing.

In the morning he once more hummed to himself as he began breakfast. Having forgotten about the mushrooms, he was surprised to see a new package in the fridge. Or was it the same package? He grabbed it and went into the bathroom where Saeran was brushing his teeth.

“Did you buy these?” he asked, a little too aggressively.

“Hmm?” Saeran furrowed his brows, glancing at Yoosung through the mirror and bending over to spit. Wiping his mouth he turned.

“These mushrooms, did you buy them?” it was an accusation.

Bemused, Saeran shook his head, “No, why would I? I don’t usually buy food unless its junk food.” He chuckled, then fell silent as he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face. Amethyst eyes a bit crazed. “Yoo? What’s wrong? This isn’t about some mushrooms is it?”

“Of course it’s about the mushrooms! They keep coming back and I haven’t bought any.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yoosung explained how they kept coming back.

“That doesn’t make sense. Just, throw them away and we’ll see if they return tonight OK? You’ll see, it’s just some silly misunderstanding or something.” Saeran took the package from Yoosung, who clung to them for a few seconds before relinquishing them.

“Fine, but take out the garbage, I don’t want them in the house.”

“Got it.” Saeran took the mushrooms and dumped them in the garbage can, then took the bag and walked out with it through the kitchen. Yoosung watched every movement, making sure Saeran didn’t have an opportunity to keep the package in the house.

A shiver ran down his spine as the door closed behind the other man and he suddenly felt foolish. All this over a package of mushrooms? It was ridiculous.

“Why don’t we play hooky today and go out?” Saeran suggested when he came back inside. Yoosung couldn’t help himself, he eyed his boyfriend from head to toe to make sure he hadn’t hidden the package. Shaking his head he closed his eyes, a headache beginning behind them.

“No, I can’t. I have too many appointments today. But, we can go out to breakfast instead.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let me finish getting ready, OK?”

“Yeah.” Saeran kissed Yoosung’s forehead as he pressed him into a short hug before proceeding to the bedroom.

With a sigh Yoosung grabbed his things and headed outside to the vehicle. He tried to stop himself but he lifted the lid of the garbage can to make sure the bag was in there. Hating himself even more, he opened it. Sure enough, the mushrooms were there. It still didn’t feel good enough, but unless he wanted to take the bag into the car, there wasn’t much else they could do.

The day was stressful, and he found himself being short with his staff. Apologizing, he tried to just make it through without anyone quitting. Saeran met him at the door when he got home and embraced him.

“How was your day?”

“Terrible! I’m just glad to be home.” He arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“Last time I checked, there weren’t any mushrooms in the fridge.” He said.

“You think I’m crazy don’t you?” Yoosung sighed, setting his things on the side table next to the door.

Saeran closed the front door behind him and shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Well, I guess I should get dinner started.” Yoosung said reluctantly.

“Why don’t we go out for dinner?” Saeran suggested.

“No, no, it’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.” They both entered the kitchen and stood before the refrigerator. A minute went by before Yoosung got up the courage to put his hand on the handle. With a deep breath he yanked it open.

In the crisper, clear as day, was a package of mushrooms.

“No way!” Saeran yelled. He turned on his heels and ran outside to the garbage can. Yoosung right behind him. He yanked the lid off and opened the bag, the mushrooms were gone.

“Did, did you…?” Yoosung begun. Saeran shook his head.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t…I swear…” they stared in disbelief.

#mysme fictober #mystic messenger #Yooran #Day 4 #Mushroom #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #October #Here #Have this #Whatever it is

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 6/JUMIN WEEK DAY 2

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Michael's Edition

6 October 2023—ENCHANTED FOREST Jumin Week—Receiving Gifts

“So this is what a 100 year old man looks like.” Lillie grinned as her husband woke.

He groggily looked at her and mirrored her grin. “Not too shabby huh?”

“Though perhaps the forest has more to do with it than good genes.” She laughed.

“Hey now! Don’t ruin the day before it begins.” He reached out and pulled her close, kissing her lushes lips as soon as they were within reach.

“Mm, happy birthday my love.” She said once he let her come up for air. “May the day bring you as much good fortune as you deserve.”

“Strong words, and powerful, you should be wary of throwing them around. What you believe I deserve and what the forest believes might be completely different.” She snuggled her head into his chest and sighed contentedly.

“Never. You have been nothing but kind and benevolent to any and all who reside withing the borders of the forest, non can deny that.”

“Perhaps, still…much better to be wary than not, lest an errant spell be cast without forethought.”

“Of course you’re right. I shall temper my words on this day of days.” Her fingers swirled along his naked side, stirring his groin. “We should rise don’t you think? There will be many visitors today I should think.”

“The sun has barely risen, but you are right, best we be ready to receive company.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic my love.”

“I know it is all meant in kindness and love, but it will be grueling, nonetheless. After all, I am nothing truly special.”

“How untrue that is!” Lillie rose on her elbow and glared at her husband, honey brown eyes as electrifying as the noonday sun, auburn hair splayed out across his pale chest. “I won’t hear that kind of talk today of all days.”

“I give!” Jumin laughed and held his hands up in surrender. “I will do as you say darling.” Grey eyes crinkled as his smile reached each ear.

“And you will enjoy the celebration tonight! No matter what! I command it! After all, it isn’t every day that one turns 100.” She straddled him and pulled him up to sitting, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

“I will do as ordered.” He said, bringing their lips together once more before she deftly lept off him and the bed. With a sigh he reluctantly followed to get ready for the day.

Not even an hour later there was the first knock on the door. The cottage they shared was small, equal to their needs. The door was never locked, in fact, it didn’t even have one, anyone could just walk in, of course none ever did, that was simply impolite.

Jumin opened the door, a mushroom family stood in front of him, eager to gift him with the wreath of fresh flowers they had crafted. He smiled and knelt before them.

“How wonderful! Thank you!” they ducked their heads in reverence, a thing Jumin had tried to stop in the beginning, but had had no effect, so now he accepted it and bowed his own head in respect to them. Taking the wreath he hung it on the door. As he turned back to his front yard, he wasn’t surprised by the line forming, nor was he surprised by the gifts that had already been dropped off. Lillie stepped next to him, eyes aglow as they set upon the procession.

“Ready?” she asked, eyes scanning the myriad of forest creatures from dryads to treants, fairies to trolls, witches and warlocks, and everything in between.

“I suppose I have no choice.” He said, but his heart was light at the love put into the incoming gifts. He often felt unworthy of such things, but he never asked to rule the enchanted forest, the damned thing had chosen him and here they were. He knew the inhabitants cared for him as much as he cared for them. He was determined to make this a great day, not for himself, but for those who stood before him, and for his lovely wife as well.

#mysme fictober #mysmefictober2023 #day6 #Enchanted Forest #Juminweek2023 #day 2 #Receiving gifts #Jumin Han #OC Lillie #mysme #mystic messenger #JuminXLillie

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 7/ JUMIN WEEK DAY 3

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

7 October 2023—VAMPIRE Jumin Week—Quality Time

Centuries passed in the blink of an eye. He lifted his hand to watch the reflection off the ruby on his ring. How long ago had he acquired this item? Too long ago for sure. With a sigh he stood and made his way to the window. Hiding in the shadows was easy, second nature. Pulling the curtain aside he narrowed his eyes at the intrusive light of the sun. It wouldn’t kill him, not now, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Even after all this time, he still remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin.

Turning away in a huff he marched towards the bedroom. This damned house felt like a prison, a self-imposed one, but still. Perhaps he should simply sleep and be done with it. But oh there was so much life out there! He grit his teeth, clenching his jaw. As a vampire he had lived many lifetimes, loved many, become richer than the gods, but now, now…he was exhausted.

He had sired no children when alive so there was no lineage he could care for. Those he’d loved had all grown old and died, some had abhorred him, calling him evil and cursing him, some had embraced him, begging to join him in undeath. All had torn his heart, what was left of it, in pieces. He wondered why he still had some shred of humanity when most of his kind had sloughed it off almost immediately. They laughed at him, at his continued need to act human.

He had left them long ago, to live fully among humans, but now, now that his latest love lay in the ground, rotting, for nearly a decade…he couldn’t muster the strength to care. The self-imposed isolation had come about from a desire to reset. He had begun to be lethargic, burdened by the constant loss. Sleep, it’s what a vampire did when becoming overwhelmed. He did not want to, but he knew enough to know that he needed to step back. To leave humanity and be on his own. To reevaluate what he wanted out of this continued existence.

And what did he want? An eternity of drinking wine and blood, of loving and losing? They all ended up in the grave as he watched them wither away. Tears sprang from his eyes as the faces of those he’d loved filled his head. All of them vibrant and vital, becoming slower and slower with age. Age that came all to quickly, in the blink of an eye. Why did he do that to himself? Why not turn one of them and have a companion forever?

He knew why, this existence was not one he would willingly foist on another, no matter how much he desired it. The one who had made him had done so for selfish reasons, and when even his presence no longer was enough, he’d left. Left Jumin alone to navigate his new existence. Those years, those decades had been devastating. He’d been no more than a hungry animal, running on instinct alone, surviving against his own will.

Once he’d mastered himself, he vowed to never take another life. And he’d held to that promise. Sustaining himself with animals might not be the most satisfying, but it was what he needed to do for himself.

Sitting once more he poured more wine into his cup and sipped it. Solitude is what he needed now. To think. To contemplate eternity and his place in it. A small smile played around his lips, time, he had plenty of that didn’t he?

#mysme fictober #mysmefictober2023 #day 7 #Vampire #Jumin Week 2023 #Day 3 #Quality Time #Jumin Han #mystic messenger #mysme #juminweek2023

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 1

@mysme-fictober

Michael's edition

1 October 2023—GHOST

He wrinkled his nose as the wine touched his lips. Warm. Had he really been sitting here long enough for it to no longer be cool. With a sigh he set the glass down and rubbed at his temples. Standing he stretched his long legs and ran a long-fingered hand through his short dark hair. A glance towards the glass with storm grey eyes had him rethinking picking it up. With a sigh he did and swallowed what remained. No sense letting it go to waste.

Making his way to the kitchen he had to slow down, feeling the effects of the alcohol finally. Outside his home it thundered, the rain tattooing a discordant melody all around him. He stopped midway, eyes on the floor, grazing his stockinged feet. Slowly and with great hesitation, his eyes made their way to the portrait hung prominently on the wall. His normally vibrant eyes darkened as tears welled up. Pain struck him in the chest with the deafening beating of his heart.

There he stood, behind his late wife Lillie and their son. The boy was no more than six in the portrait, he was now a young man in his prime, away at University. He had taken after his wife in features and coloring. His auburn hair being the envy of many. It was often difficult to look at his son, seeing his wife’s eyes reflected back at him. In the last year they had seen each other only twice. At the funeral, and for Christmas. The boy had a life of his own after all. Jumin was happy for him, but he also thought that the reason he didn’t see him more was because it was too hard for him to see his father so sad.

An unbelievable amount of people thought a year was long enough to grieve, so now he spent much of his time alone with his own thoughts. He finally let himself gaze upon his wife. Certainly, since the portrait was taken, she had thickened around the middle, etched some fine lines around her face, even grown a few grey hairs, just as he had. But she had always been beautiful in his eyes. Her honey brown eyes stared back at him, that kind and benevolent smile radiant on her face. He remembered what it felt like to run his fingers through her thick hair, and the smell of her shampoo. She rarely wore perfume, but the smell of her hair lingered on the pillow, the sheets, her clothing, and in the air if she had recently been there.

His body broke into shuddering cries as the thunder and lighting continued to roar. It was as if the world grieved with him. The wind howling and destructive as if his insides tore through the countryside. He dropped to his knees, the glass shattering on the wood floor.

“Jumin.” The whisper carried in the wind, fluttering and disjointed. “J…u…m…i…n…” the elongated syllables hung in the air, surrounding his broken body.

He blinked and startled as the scent of Lillie’s hair wafted across his nose. Rising to his feet quickly he turned, unsure of what was happening. Had he finally lost his mind?

A loud clap of tunder sounded directly above his head as lightning flashed through the windows as if paparazzi stood outside with flashing bulbs. It startled him and he wrapped his arms around his head, a soft whine escaping his mouth.

“Jumin…”

“Stop! Please! No!” he stammered, choking back more sobs.

“My love.” Lillie’s voice was soft and soothing. Just the way she sounded when she was about to scold him for something.

“L…Lillie?” he dropped his arms and turned towards the voice. In the hallway stood his wife. He knew she wasn’t really there, she was dead. Dead and gone, never to return. But there, there she was anyway, all he had to do was reach out and touch her. She looked healthy, not at all the emaciated thing she had become as the disease ate her from the inside out. He had wasted no money on finding someone, somewhere to help her. But cancer didn’t care about money.

She smiled at him and held her arms open. He stepped into those welcome arms, unaware of the glass pressing through his socks and into his skin. Blood trailed as he took several steps, but he was beyond physical pain. She wrapped her arms around him, and he buried his head into her soft bosom. He missed the feel of her. Her perspective on anything and everything. She was his rock, his sounding board, his conscience. He loved her and he missed her.

“My love, you have so much more life to live. Don’t shut yourself away like this.” She cooed into his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands.

“I miss you so much. How…how can I go on?” he sobbed.

“You must. I know you loved me, I felt it every single day. You know what it is to love and be loved. Those who care about you are worried. Our son is worried. You must be strong my love. Not only for you, but for me and everything I will now miss. You must be there for our son, for our grandchildren, if there will be any, for our friends and family. You have grieved alone too long. You need to start living, even if it hurts.”

“I…I can’t! I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Take me with you!” he pleaded.

“It’s not your time. Don’t let it run out like this. Live! Live my love! Live!” he voice was stern but kind as it faded into nothing, as did she.

“NO!” Jumin screamed and dropped to his hands and knees. “NO!” he slammed his fists into the floor with force. He collapsed as the storm continued to rage outside. Once his body was spent of tears he sighed and took several deep breaths.

Live? Could he? Without her at his side? He thought about her words, about how much time he still had to live, about his son and his future. Yes, life was for the living. He would hold onto that small straw.

#mysme-fictober #day 1 #Ghost #Michael's Oct. prompts #mystic messenger #Jumin #JuminXLillie #Jumin Han

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 5/JUMIN WEEK DAY 1

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

5 October 2023—VENUS FLY TRAP Jumin Week--Free Day

Jumin ran a hand through his dark hair, grey eyes flashing like a midnight storm.

“All right then, let’s try this again shall we?” he said irritably.

“I don’t know what the hell you want from me.”

“I want to know where you came from! How…just how are you talking?”

The large Venus Fly Trap simply hung its head and shrugged its leaves. “How am I supposed to fucking know? You’re the one with the big brain, figure it out.”

Jumin gritted his teeth. They’d been at it all night, ever since the last evening when this one plant had begun to grow unexpectedly until it was almost as tall as he was. It had startled him and he’d fell backwards, hitting his head on one of the pots, knocking himself out. When he’d come to, the plant hovered over him and he could swear it had been trying to figure out how to best eat him.

“Do you have to be so vulgar?” he asked.

“I don’t know, do you have to be so fucking stupid?”

“I’ve had enough.” Jumin’s shoulders dropped and he turned to take a long drink from his wine.

“Oh yes, because getting drunk always helps with making decisions.”

“And how exactly would you know what drinking does? You’re less than a day old.” Jumin spat.

“Maybe, but at least I know enough not to dull my wits.”

“What wits? You don’t even have a brain.”

“Are you sure about that? How else can I talk?”

“Then maybe I should check?” Jumin smirked.

“As if! You wouldn’t fucking dare!”

“Oh wouldn’t I? I know you’d eat me given the chance. Given that, I’d think you’d want me to get drunk. I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

The plant shrugged its leaves but said nothing.

“Was it something that I accidentally fed you? No, I’m very meticulous. Maybe there’s something in the water supply, hmm, that could be it, but then, why only you?” he mumbled to himself, thick strands of hair stuck out in every direction, frustration clearly written across his face.

“You know what, go ahead and drink yourself silly, the fermentation will season you up nicely. After all, we both know how this is going to end.” If it could, the Venus fly trap would smirk.

With a sigh Jumin rolled his eyes. There really was only one way this could end, with one of them dead. And it wasn’t going to be him.

#mysme-fictober #day 5 #venusflytrap #Jumin Week 2023 #Free day #I know this isn't great #sorry #but it's something I guess #Jumin Han #juminweek2023 #jujuw23d1

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MYSME-FICTOBER 27 OCT ‘22

Monster Mash

October 27th 2022

“Stop looking as if you’re not enjoying yourself my love.” Lillie said as she straightened Jumin’s ruffled collar. He was dressed as a very sophisticated Victorian vampire. Lillie herself dressed as his female victim. It had been Jumin’s idea, and she loved it. He had pretended to bite her neck before they left the apartment, tickling her and making them almost reconsider joining the party.

“Only because I’m here with you kitten.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck.

“Oh hey, none of that, there are children here!” Zen said rolling his eyes. He was resplendent in a werewolf costume. Grey ears, a tale, and a collar around his neck. His makeup was exemplary, blended to look like realistic fur, crimson eyes shining through thick eyeliner expertly applied.

“Zen! You look amazing!” Lillie hugged the tall man.

“I know, and you look like the most stunning vampire victim that ever lived.” He took her hand and kissed it. “If you ever need to escape the monster, you know where to find me.” He eyed Jumin who merely cocked an eyebrow. Lillie giggled like a schoolgirl but took her hand back and grabbed onto her husband.

“I think I’ll stay.” She said, earning a grin from her husband.

“Trying to steal another man’s wife Zen? Should I be worried too?” Saeyoung threw an arm around Zen, a giant grin on his face.

“What exactly are you supposed to be?” the white-haired man asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Really? You can’t guess?” Saeyoung took a step back and spread his arms. He was covered from head to toe with what looked like green cellophane. “I’m the Blob!”

“And I’m the spoon that’s going to eat him up!” MC said, her face poking out of the tines around her head, her body in a silver body suit as if it was the handle.

Lillie laughed and embraced the other woman.

“You two look wonderful! How imaginative!” she said.

“Thank you. It was Saeyoung’s idea of course. This was much better than the bulky astronaut suits he wanted us to wear at first.” MC said.

As they chatted and admired each other’s costumes Saeran and Yoosung walked towards them. Saeran was dressed as a red-furred werewolf, extensions trailing down his neck, red ears perked above his head, fluffy tail in his hand. Yoosung wore a red cape, black corset with flowing white skirt that ended just above his knees. In his hands he carried a basket with a plaid napkin tucked inside. The black boots caressed his calves and the heels clicked on the tile. Saeran put his arm around the man and pulled him close.

“Wow!” Zen’s eyes widened as he gazed at the tantalizing couple.

“Wow indeed.” Saeyoung said, a wide grin on his face.

Yoosung blushed as Saeran gave him a playful bite on the neck.

“You all look so wonderful. I feel like my costume is rather plain in comparison.” Jaehee appeared before them. She wore a tight black dress with a red corset, the flowing hem reached the floor making it seem as if she was floating. On her head were black horns, her brown hair carefully sculpted into tight curls. Leathery wings were attached to her back. They gently swayed as she walked. Black eyeliner circled her eyes, deep plum eyeshadow with silver sparkle adorned her eyelids. A deep crimson lipstick was on her lips.

As far as monsters went, they all agreed Jaehee was the winner.

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