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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 5

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@juminweek2019 Day 1: Birthday/Cats vs. Berries

5: Jack-O-Lantern

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready.” She answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Halloween starts TOMORROW!!!!!!!!! Right?????

Don’t forget to get those MysmeFictober fics written!!!!!!!!

#my posts #my art #mysmefictober2020 #hopefully I can write something every day #HAPPY HALLOWEEN #Mystic Messenger #Mysme

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 6th

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@juminweek2019 Day 2: Sweet Wine vs. Bitter Wine

6: Headless Horseman 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jumin…”

“Jumin…”

“JUMIN!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zen laughed and pressed his lips against Jumin’s.

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

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

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

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 9th

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

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

Zen has entered the chatroom

Zen: Hello Jaehee, have you been up long?

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

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

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

Jumin has entered the chatroom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zen: You tell him Jaehee!

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

Jaehee: Sir!

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

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

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

Jaehee: Yes sir.

Jumin has left the chatroom

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

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

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

Jaehee has left the chatroom

Zen has left the chatroom

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

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

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

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

“You mean you like taking swipes at me.”

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

“I know I know.”

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

“Love?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct. 8th

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@juminweek2019 Day 4: Swimming Pool vs. Beach

Day 8: Wicked 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never.” He whispered nonetheless.

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

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

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

“Why?” he dared ask.

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

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

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Mysme Fictober Oct 26th

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Day 26: Who’s Your Mummy

LEMONS...under the cut...short and sweet...

“Can you help me with this?” MC asked as she tried to zip up her mummy costume.

“Sure.” Saeyoung answered then proceeded to unzip what she had already zipped.

“Saeyoung!” MC rolled her eyes.

“Yes?” he said, while pushing down the mummy costume, leaving it in a puddle around her bare feet.

“You…we’re going to be late.” She laughed as he pulled her against him and pressed his lips against her neck kissing her tenderly.

“Ask me if I care.” He said. His hands roamed her body and she turned towards him. Their lips met and Saeyoung picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed where he lay her down gently. Letting go of him she stretched out on the bed and sighed as her husband trailed his mouth down her body to her waist where he flicked his tongue into her belly button then pulled down her underwear. Pushing her legs apart she settled them over Saeyoung’s shoulders as his hands kneaded her thighs. Taking his glasses off and tossing them aside he buried his face between her legs, teasing her with his lips.

“Hngh…” MC arched her back, digging her fingers in his thick red hair, pushing his face into her crotch. Saeyoung chuckled as he slid two fingers inside her wet vagina, enjoying the gasp that escaped her throat. He then used his tongue to stroke her clitoris as his fingers scissored inside of her. He sucked on her clitoris and her hips jumped and thrust against him. It didn’t take long for her to cum, his stimulation was fast and furious. She fell against the bed heaving and flushed.

Climbing up her body he lingered on her breasts which were perfectly shaped in his opinion, even if she did complain one was bigger than the other. She still heaved as her body processed the lingering shudders of her orgasm. Satisfying her was what he lived for.

“You were saying?” he asked as he made it to her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Shut up and finish fucking your mummy!”

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #Saeyoung X MC #Saeyoung Choi #mysme #mystic messenger #lemons #not sure i like that last line #lol #very abstract use of the prompt

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 7th

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@juminweek2019 Day 3: Soap Operas vs. Videogames

7: Good vs. Evil

*I have never played the game Among Us so please forgive any inaccuracies. I grilled my son who has played a lot and apparently has gotten very good at being the imposter.*

I’m sure you all can guess who is who but here’s a cheat sheet:

(purple) catdad101

(red) god707

(green) supermanyoosung

(lime) Unknown2.0

(white) adonis389

(brown) coffeeisgod

Adonis389: I say the imposter is catdad101, let’s eject him.

Catdad101: we have not yet commenced the game, is that allowed?

God707: LOL adonis389, I think we need more proof first.

Unknown2.0: Agree, let’s just all go do our jobs.

Adonis389: fine, whatever, but I’ve got my eye on you purple!

Catdat101: my name is catdad101, if we are to play this game, we should do it correctly.

Adonis389: You are going to be so annoying aren’t you?

Supermanyoosung: let’s just play guys. I’ve heard really good things about this game, it’s supposed to be addictive. Unknown2.0, wanna hang out together, I’ll watch your back and you watch my back.

Unknown2.0: what if I’m the imposter?

Supermanyoosung: you wouldn’t kill me, would you?

Unknown2.0: no comment.

Supermanyoosung: SAERAN!

Coffeeisgod: can we please begin, I have a lot of work to do.

Catdad101: agreed, ready to play.

Jumin sipped his glass of wine and watched the opening screen. “Interesting.” He set the glass down and got to playing. Saeyoung had given him an introduction, playing a game on his phone to show him how to play, what to do, where to go, how to do his tasks, and how to get around.

After five minutes the alarm went off and the discussion was opened.

Supermanyoosung: somebody killed coffeeisgod! OMG, she’s dead!

Adonis389: not coffeisgod! Why?! I can’t believe you would kill your assistant trust fund kid!

Catdad101: excuse me?

Adonis389: I know it was you! It had to be, who else?

Catdad101: I believe it was you.

Adonis389: WHAT!? Are you serious? I am NOT the imposter, and if I was, I wouldn’t kill Jaehee first!

God707: IDK adonis389, I think catdad101 has a point. Taking out coffeeisgod is a pretty smart move for you.

Unknown2.0: I have to agree. I vote adonis389 as the imposter.

Adonis2.0: you both are crazy! I can’t believe this! Supermanyoosung you believe me right?

Supermadyoosung: sorry, I vote you as the imposter too, I can’t believe catdad101 would be able to successfully kill coffeeisgod, or anyone else, lol.

Catdad101: well, I believe I am offended by that, but, I concur, jettison the imposter!

Jumin chuckled and took a deep drink of his wine. This game was more fun that he had assumed it would be.

The next to fall was unknown2.0. Jumin grinned and shook his head. The discussion opened once more.

Supermanyoosung: OMG, I don’t know what happened! The lights went out and when they came back up unknown2.0 was on the floor! Which one of you did it?

God707: this can’t be! I thought you were supposed to watch his back supermanyoosung!

Supermanyoosung: I know I know!

God707: I don’t believe you.

Catdad101: I do not believe him either. They have been together the entire time, who else could have done it? I saw no lights going off.

Supermanyoosung: because you were in a different area of the map!

Catdad101: exactly!

God707: yes, exactly! So you admit it was you!

Supermanyoosung: no, that’s not what I meant!

Catdad101: I vote you as the imposter supermanyoosung.

God707: me too, I shall avenge my brother!

They jettisoned supermanyoosung, but he was not the imposter.

God707: NO….you?

Catdad101: I don’t understand what is so difficult about this game. It was rather easy to kill them and manipulate you all into dismissing me as a threat. Shall we play again?

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day7 good vs. evil #day3 videogames #Jumin Han #Saeyoung Choi #Saeran Choi #Zen #Jaehee #Yoosung Kim #vaguely meets good vs. evil lol

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Han Week Oct 11th

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@juminweek2019 Day 7: Striped Shirts vs. Silk Underwear

Day 11: Black Cat 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mysme Fictober Oct 14th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 14: Thriller

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

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

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

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

“She won’t find us.”

“She always finds us.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Because it’s haunted.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who cares.”

“They’ve suffered so much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mysme Fictober Oct 20th

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 20: Abacadabra

It started when he was five years old and seemed quite natural. So natural that he never told anyone about it. He had been sitting in the garden behind his home when he watched as a hawk swooped down and captured a mouse. The bird rose back into the air. Jumin felt sorry for the mouse, he threw up his hand and screamed “Stop!”. The bird did, hovering in midair. He had been a little surprised, though he had felt certain that of course he would be able to help the mouse. He closed his fist and shouted, “Drop!” and the bird did, dropping the mouse who safely scampered away.

“Go on now.” He shooed the bird away and it readily obeyed him, though it tossed back an irritated squawk. He’d never seen anyone else do these things, but those around him always fawned all over him and told him how special he was, this must be why they thought so.

As he grew older, he understood that the reason he was treated the way he was was because of his father, and not his ability to do things differently from other people. The only other person who knew what he was capable was, was his best friend V. V suggested he keep it to himself as well.

“There are people who will try and use you because of it.” He had said. Although he encouraged Jumin to keep his ability from others, he had no compunctions with asking Jumin to do some “abracadabra” to play all kinds of pranks on other students. Jumin felt this was juvenile, but it made his friend happy, so he complied.

Once Jumin took the office of Director of C&R and V was often away on his numerous trips, Jumin’s magic dwindled. There were the occasional instances when he would use it out of habit, or if an accident occurred, otherwise, he hardly ever used it. If anyone saw these instances, they simply assumed they were seeing things and pushed it aside. Obviously, the director of C&R Jumin Han wasn’t casting spells.

But she wasn’t anyone ordinary. Lillie studied Jumin, his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies, and paid attention to what he paid close attention to. She saw, on more than one occasion what he was capable of. He never seemed to be aware of it either. How the spoon in his tea swirled around the cup on its own. How a lamp moved out of his way before he bumped into it. How his favorite pen appeared from nowhere when he wanted it or needed it. She wondered how a man such as Jumin, didn’t use his gift to his advantage. But of course he wouldn’t, he was far too honest for that. She was sure it had never even crossed his mind to do so.

It had been a joy to get to know all of the RFA members as the newest party coordinator, but it had been a special privilege to get to know Jumin Han. He was nothing like she had read about in the magazines. He was certainly not humble, but his belief in his own ability was justified. He did not rely on his money, or power, though he readily used it for good. She wasn’t surprised when she realized she had fallen in love with the enigmatic busnissman. She watched as he danced with a donor, a small smile on his face, though she could tell he would rather be doing his taxes instead.

She giggled and his eyes met hers, an arched brow making an appearance. She arched her own brown and did a small curtsey in his direction. When the music was over, he bowed before the flustered elderly woman and kissed the back of her hand. She walked away happy.

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” he asked as he took his place next to her.

“Nothing, I was just wondering.”

“Oh? Wondering what exactly?”

“Why you don’t just disappear when you want to.”

“That would be inappropriate, and disrespectful to all who have come to help out our charities.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She gazed at him intensely.

“Then what do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed, he had a suspicion he knew already.

“Where’s your pen?” she asked instead.

“My pen?” he was more confused than ever.

“Yes, your favorite pen, the diamond encrusted one that your father gave you.”

“Oh, I left that on my desk of course.” He stood straighter, perhaps he had been wrong, she knew nothing.

“Is that so? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I used it to sign the checks that needed to go out this month and set it on the blotter.”

“Hmm, so, if you checked your inside coat pocket it wouldn’t be in there?”

“Why would it be in there?” he looked at her like she was crazy. She simply giggled again.

“Just check.”

Shaking his head he decided to humor her and slipped his hand into his inside pocket, his fingers came across a cylindrical object with rough edges. He pulled it out. His pen.

“How…how did you do that?” he asked.

“I didn’t, you did.”

“What?”

“You did, just like you always do when you think about your pen…there it is…” she left it hanging as she turned and walked away with a smile. She knew. Had he always been so careless? How long had she known? Did it matter? Had she told anyone else? Would they believe her anyway?

His phone vibrated and he absently pulled it out.

Lillie: Abacadabra

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #Jumin Han #OC Lillie #JuminXLillie #mysme #mystic messenger #This one was kind of lame #sorry bout that #but Jumin with magic is cool #he'd be like #whatever

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Mysme Fictober/Jumin Week Oct 10th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

and

@juminweek2019 Day 6: Vampires vs. Black Magic

Day 10: I Put a Spell on You 

He wore the darkness like a cloak flowing behind him, swerving and swaying, encompassing all within its reach. The storms in his eyes crackled with unreleased lightning bottled up, ready to be released. Blood boiled within his veins, racing, searching, pleading, the pathway to power unleashed. Life within his heart pounded as he reached into the inky blackness of the heavens. Winds roared around him, his dark hair captured, rising and falling, fanning and billowing. It whistled in his ears, the sounds of summoning caressing him forcefully, aggressively faltering to his will.

Capturing the moon with ease he slid across the forest’s underbrush, a staff held firmly in his grasp. The maiden lay in disarray, chestnut hair a birds nest made. On the ground she skid and slid, lily white dress a mess, distress etched in a dainty frown. Screams unheard driven along streams of nothingness. Away she scampered on her behind, golden eyes filled with fear with dread with fright upon the sight before her this very night.

Fear fed his soul, his very being thrummed as terror took his prey. She would be his, his will undenied, tied to him for all time. He raised his staff above his head, the heavy wood crackling receiving his magic, magnifying, forcing, belligerently dancing upon the surface, fingers bracing for the shock. Another scream caught in mid air as the spell fell upon the maiden who slowly rose to her feet and her fate.

There was no truth, there was no hope, his hand held out without a doubt to take his love, his claim, his wants above all else. Her mind clawing, screaming, desperate and cornered. It quiets as he pulls her in, defenseless ever after to his whims. As lips collide, wet, smooth, velveteen, her golden eyes close and the storms in his eyes envelope her soul.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #juminweek2020 #day10 I Put A Spell On You #day6 Black Magic #Jumin Han #MC #a little different from what I normally do #but I really love Edgar Allan Poe and this style reminds me of him #IDK why #mysme #mystic messenger

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Mysme Fictober Oct 29th

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 29: Burial

“Yoosung please.” Saeyoung tried to pull the man closer but Yoosung pushed him away.

“No!” he screamed and ran back to the chair. Saeran’s chair. The one he always sat in next to the window where he could feel the sun and watch the clouds. The one he always chose when he read or took a small nap. The one where Yoosung would sit on his lap and Saeran would pretend to be annoyed. The one that had his scent all over it.

Saeyoung sighed and sat on the bed facing Yoosung, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. He stared at Yoosung, watching him twist himself into a fetal position on the chair, hugging himself with his face buried into the cushiony backrest. Tears sprang to his eyes and he had to look away.

“Just…listen to me OK?” Saeyoung said, Yoosung shrugged but said nothing. “We’re going to be leaving in about thirty minutes and I expect you in the car.”

There was a muffled “No.” from Yoosung, causing Saeyoung to sigh again.

“Look at yourself!” he stood and raised his voice. “Do you think this is what Saeran would want for you? To be tied to his memory for the rest of your life?” he knew he was being cruel, but he didn’t know what else to do.

“Shut up! You don’t know what he wants, he’s not here anymore!” Yoosung spat back at him, tears rolling down his face, his fists clenched, body tense.

“I know. I’m not asking you to let him go Yoosung, not all of him. But he deserves better than this. You do too. Please…” he pleaded and held his hand towards Yoosung. It looked as if he would refuse but his eyes softened and he took the hand, letting Saeyoung pull him up and out of the chair.

Saeran had been declared brain dead only days before and they had taken him off life support. The accident that had put him in the hospital had been horrific, a ten car pileup which had left six people dead on the scene and several more dead in the days that followed, Saeran being one of them. Yoosung had survived without a scratch on him. Saeyoung understood that he would likely have to deal with the very real state of survivor’s guilt. As far as Saeyoung was concerned, he didn’t blame Yoosung for surviving, he was grateful he had, the loss of them both would have been even more traumatizing to them all.

It was ironic that he had so recently found and reconnected with his twin, only to have him permanently snatched from him.

“I just can’t…he…he’s really gone?” Yoosung sobbed as they walked into the living room where MC waited.

“I know.” Saeyoung agreed, he didn’t want to believe it either.

“It just, doesn’t…I still feel him…” Yoosung protested.

“Me too.” And that was the rub. They were twins, yet nothing in his bones told him his brother was dead. He should feel something, shouldn’t he? When they were younger, he could always tell when their mother was especially harsh on Saeran because he could almost feel the physical abuse himself, even if he was out of the house. This usually made him return as fast as possible. He would usually find Saeran locked in the closet bruised and battered, or in a heap on the floor passed out from being hit in the head. There were also times while they were separated that he was almost sure what he was feeling was something happening to Saeran.

Now, he felt a strange emptiness. An emptiness he told himself must mean Saeran was dead. But he couldn’t quite convince himself of it. He could not however, deny his own eyes. He’d watched Saeran take his last breath, had watched as the heart monitor flatlined. No, whatever he felt, Saeran was dead and the sooner he dealt with that reality, the better. For all of them.

“We should get going, Jumin is picking up Jaehee and Zen, they’ll meet us at the funeral home.”

“No…he…he isn’t…he can’t be…I…” Yoosung muttered to himself but let Saeyoung lead him towards the vehicle. They gently helped him into the back seat and Saeyoung got behind the wheel while MC took the passenger seat. She reached over to him and gave his hand a squeeze. If it hadn’t been for her, Saeyoung didn’t think he would have survived his brother’s death.

He drove slowly, not wanting to get to where they were going. Not wanting to say goodbye forever. Unfortunately, it didn’t take them long to reach their destination. They struggled getting Yoosung out of the car, mostly because he seemed to be in another world.

Five minutes after they entered the viewing room Jumin and the others arrived. None of them had wanted to go see him. Because the cause of death had been the accident, Saeyoung had asked for there to be no autopsy, the idea of his brother’s body being cut up was revolting. The only thing he had asked of the mortician was to cover up the bruising on his face and the patch of hair that was missing from his head.

Yoosung stared at the coffin on the far side of the room. As the others spoke softly to each other he began making his way towards it. There was a whisper, a sound, a sensation that itched at his brain. The lid was down so he was unable to see what was inside.

“H…he…he’s not dead…” he murmured. A few more steps and he was sure, it was Saeran, he was hearing Saeran. “He’s Not Dead!” he screamed and broke into a run. Zen reacted quickly and grabbed him before he had upended the coffin.

“Stop it!” he held onto the man as he struggled. Yoosung had very little strength left in him and it was not difficult for Zen to hold him.

The others surrounded them now and looked worried.

“He’s gone Yoosung.” Jumin said gently. He stepped towards the coffin and opened the lid. Saeran lay in the comfortable confines, eyes closed, as if he was asleep. The mortician had done an excellent job, he didn’t look as if he had been in an accident at all. Yoosung calmed down and Zen let him go. He stared at Saeran in disbelief and shook his head.

“No, no, no.” he kept repeating the word like a mantra, but he felt defeated and sank onto a pew.

The service was short, some of the people that showed up were friends Saeran had made going to therapy groups and through his photography hobby. There were also friends he had made through Yoosung, including Yoosung’s family, who also appeared worried about him.

Once the service was over, the people made their way to the cemetery next door, most walked, some took a vehicle. The RFA opted to walk.

Saeyoung looked up at the sky and smiled. Saeran would have loved this day. The sun was shining and the clouds were full, floating gently in the breeze.

“Can’t you hear him?” Yoosung muttered. He scratched at his head, it buzzed with so much noise, but he was sure Saeran was there as well.

Saeyoung and MC exchanged a worried glance. Jumin had already suggested they seek therapy for Yoosung, who was the one taking Saeran’s death the worst. Yoosung had declined, unwilling to admit Saeran was gone. They had not forced the issue, but perhaps they would need to revisit that option.

When they reached the burial site, the coffin was already suspended over it, ready to be lowered. Yoosung looked up and tilted his head. There was that whisper again, that scratching, that sound! He looked around but it didn’t seem like anyone else heard it. But Saeyoung was Saeran’s twin, why didn’t he hear it? He grabbed Saeyoung’s suit jacket by the lapels and pulled him in, face to face.

“Why can’t you hear it! You must hear it! Hear HIM! He’s your twin! Listen! Open your mind! He’s alive!” he screamed in Saeyoung’s face. Jumin and Zen had to pull him off Saeyoung and once he was, Yoosung collapsed and began to sob.

“I’ll take care of him.” Zen said and waved the others on.

“No. We shouldn’t…” Saeyoung began but MC took his hand and pulled him.

“You need to say goodbye.” She urged. He sighed and nodded, leaving Yoosung in Zen’s capable hands.

What was Yoosung talking about? What couldn’t he hear? They stopped a foot away from the coffin. He could hear others in the small crowd crying. Crying for his brother. In the short time he’d had them, he’d made wonderful friends who cared about him. More than Saeyoung himself had ever made. It gave him some small comfort to know that his twin had had so much happiness before he died. He deserved so much more.

The spiritual leader said some nice words that Saeyoung didn’t even hear and then it was time to lower the casket. MC squeezed his hand in support as they all watched it go down. Yoosung was sobbing loudly, pleading for them not to lower it, not to bury him, he was still alive. Saeyoung shook his head and became angry, why couldn’t Yoosung stop! It was hard enough without that thought in his head, Saeran buried alive!

Saeran buried alive…Saeran…buried alive. Saeyoung’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Stop!” he demanded. “Pull him back up!” he told the man who was cranking the apparatus used to lower the casket. The man looked to the priest who just shrugged. “NOW!” Saeyoung screamed in the man’s face. Without a second thought he pulled it back up and Saeyoung threw the lid open. There were several gasps from those attending but he didn’t care.

Saeran hadn’t moved, he still looked asleep, hands clasped across his chest. He waited, and he listened. There was nothing at first, then he heard it. A whisper, like paper being slid across a desk. A sound, pages in a book being flipped. A scent, Saeran’s shampoo, the one Saeyoung had gotten him as a joke, strawberry children’s shampoo. He’d used it just to spite Saeyoung, but it turned out he’d liked it and kept buying it.

“Saeran?”

“Saeyoung…” MC lay her hand on his shoulder and he flinched, but she didn’t let go. “He’s gone honey.” Saeyoung shook his head.

“No, no he’s not…” he looked back and locked eyes with Yoosung, who was still being held by Zen, both men sitting on the grass. Yoosung smiled and nodded slowly.

“Come on Saeran!” Saeyoung yelled at his brother. The whisper became a hushed tone, louder and louder until it was a chorus. Saeyoung closed his eyes and willed his essence, his soul, his being, whatever it was called, his life force towards his brother’s body, and there it was. Faint, floundering, but still there. Saeran was still there.

Saeran opened his eyes and stared into the clouded sky. He couldn’t breathe, his chest felt constricted and then like a cork flying off a bottle, his breath came slamming back into his lungs. He choked, the coppery taste of blood on his tongue. When he was able to breath normally, he noticed all the faces staring at him. He nodded his thanks to his brother and finally smiled when he met amethyst eyes.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #day29 burial #Yooran #Yoosung #Saeran #Saeyoung #MC #Zen #Jumin #death #trigger warning #macabre

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Mysme Fictober Oct 13th

For @mysme-fictober​ 2020   prompt list

Day 13: Zombie Apocalypse

It happened slowly. The world taking too long to react. To implement the necessary safeguards. Leaders politicizing and minimizing the nature of the disease if that’s what it was. It was an inconvenient truth.

When C&R employees began getting sick, entire sections calling out of wearing masks, looking as if they just crawled out of bed, Jumin tasked his medical R&C department to try and figure out what was happening. The government was putting a positive spin on things, but what they were seeing daily did not correlate to that spin. Unfortunately, it was too late. Over 80% of the employees were infected and changing.

Saeyoung begged the RFA members to quarantine in his bunker. At first it was a joke, but as the world burned, it was no longer laughable. Jumin did what he could for those still healthy, insisting they find some place to ride it out. His father fell to the disease and before Jumin’s eyes, he rose after he took his last breath. The hardest thing Jumin had ever done was to put a bullet into his father’s head.

Yoosung was the first person to move into the bunker, at Saeran’s insistence. In the beginning, he felt bad that he was missing classes, but Saeran was paranoid and he figured he could make them up next semester. He was glad he’d listened as the news grew worse for those outside.

Zen came next, his bags packed, eyes wide with fright as he’d had to decapitate his neighbor with a kitchen knife. Once settled in and able to clearly think again, he convinced Jaehee to join them, though she was already on her way, as Jumin called her and told her what had happened with his father.

Jumin was reluctant to join them, as he was afraid he was infected and might spread it to the others. Saeyoung and MC threatened to go out and drag him back if he didn’t show up within the hour. Jumin relented. Even he couldn’t deny it was the best place for them all. Saeyoung was set up for any contingency. He gathered cash and valuables in case it would be needed afterwards, if there ever was an afterwards.

As it turned out, none of the members had been infected, though Yoosung’s family had refused to move, preferring to stay put. Communications were still available, the power continuing to come even though most people who were still alive were no longer paying anyone to keep the lights on. Saeyoung said it would not last forever and to be prepared for when the grid finally went down.

MC tried to contact her family in the States with no success. She didn’t know if her parents and brother were alive or dead…or undead at this point. There were still some reports over the airwaves but those were slowly dying as well. Saeyoung’s security cameras would catch a wandering undead as they passed by them, none appearing to care about the outside of the bunker. Fewer and fewer people ventured outdoors.

The zombies were not of the ravenous brain eating variety, though they would attack anything alive that came near them. They were slow but there also appeared to be some cognitive ability in them. Not enough to ensure their survival, however.

The RFA lived day to day, existing, surviving, and watching.

#my posts #mysmefictober2020 #day13 zombie apocolypse #RFA #Saeyoung Choi #MC #Saeran Choi #Zen #Yoosung Kim #Jaehee Kang #Jumin Han #short and sweet

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Mysme Fictober 2020 Oct 27th

For @mysme-fictober 2020

Day 27: Escape from Paradise

The blue liquid swirled around before being flushed down the toilet. More than two weeks. It had been more than two weeks. Two weeks since he’d started flushing the elixir down the drain. The first time he’d done it because he was angry with the Savior for yet again refusing to let him just kill Seven. That night he’d had terrible nightmares, his head pounding like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. He vowed to take the elixir the next day as soon as he possibly could to make it stop.

However, in the morning the head pounding had lessoned, and he realized that the nightmares had been memories. He began to remember his childhood. Though it was painful, it was also the most real thing he could remember experiencing in years. When it came time to take the elixir again, he once more flushed it down the toilet and more memories resurfaced. His mother. The beatings. The drunken diatribes where she blamed him for everything that had ever gone wrong in her life. And then…the memories of his brother. Saeyoung, before he had become Luciel and Seven. Saeyoung, who held him when he was weeping. Saeyoung, who brought him books he scavenged to teach him how to read. Saeyoung, who snuck him out while their mother was in a drunken stupor and showed him the clouds in the sky and introduced him to ice cream.

His heart had begun to ache. His head had begun to clear. There were still residual effects, his body was going through withdrawals and he had to spend most of his days locked away in his section, coming out only at nighttime when most of the disciples were in bed. It was getting better. There were no more shakes and the sweating had lessoned considerably. Enough that he felt comfortable leaving his area during the day.

Most of the disciples were afraid of him and gave him a wide berth anyway. It was getting harder and harder to maintain that illusion of strength. Thankfully he didn’t have to do much since that fear was pretty much ingrained in everyone he had ever come in contact with, and even the ones he hadn’t, as the stories about him abounded throughout the compound.

The savior had given him time to hack into the RFA, but Saeran had done nothing on that front since that first day of not taking the elixir. He knew he was living on borrowed time and he had to get away. The last two days he’d spent downloading everything that had to do with Mint Eye and the elixir. Rika kept most of her plans secure where only she had access to them, but anything that had been uploaded into a computer, Saeran had been able to obtain. Because she understood how easily something could be hacked given the right person, she opted to have much of her plans on paper and close at hand at all times. What he had was enough to make sure she would never be able to touch the RFA.

Walking down the hallway he marveled at how quickly things had changed for him. There were still mixed feelings about his brother, but intellectually he knew all the negative feelings had been induced through brainwashing. Unfortunately, just because he knew they weren’t real didn’t mean he could stop thinking them.

“Saeran.” Rika called from behind him. Saeran stopped and turned towards her slowly. “I didn’t expect to see you out and about. I was told you’ve been sequestered in your office 24/7.” She walked up to him, security escorting her. She never went anywhere without them. They were her elite, willing to take a bullet for her. He wondered how he never saw how paranoid she was. Even here, among those who adored her, worshiped her, she would never feel safe.

“I have been. But I need to go out and get some more equipment.” He said, hoping she would let him go.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can have someone else do that for you. I need you here. Every second counts when your trying to outwit someone smarter than you.” She smiled at him.

Saeran’s jaw clenched. This is what she did, pushed him, needled him, jabbed at him the way his mother had, as the weaker of the twins. He clenched his fists and reacted the way she expected him to.

“He’s just lucky! Not smarter. And I can’t trust just anyone to get what I need. There are specifications that are important and need to be met. If just one thing is off then the components will be useless to me. The functionality of the…”

“OK enough. I have no idea what you’re talking about but fine. Take some of my security with you.”

“Why?” he dared to ask. She had sometimes made that request, but often he would be allowed to leave on his own. Most of the time he didn’t care, but extra people would make things more complicated.

“Because I must protect my best asset.” She grinned. Leaning over on tip toes she gave him a kiss on the cheek and patted it with her hand. “And because I care about you.” Her words were sweet but meaningless. The carrot after the stick. Perhaps if his mother had learned that particular technique, Saeyoung might not have run away.

“Fine, but I will leave them behind if they get in my way.”

“Of course, hurry back, I’ll miss you.” She nodded to two of her men who peeled off from the rest and stood next to Saeran. He turned on his heels and continued down the hallway. Great, now he had to deal with these two nitwits.

They were silent as they all got in the car, Saeran in the back, using them as chauffers. He gave them the address of where he wanted to go. In the back seat he took out his jammer and turned it on. The last thing he wanted was for them to be able to contact Rika, or anyone else at the compound.

“Are you sure this is the right address?” the driver asked.

“Positive, just park outside the garage.” The man put the car in park but was still dubious. The two men looked at each other, unsure what to do. Saeran opened the door and stepped out, before he closed it he threw a canister of sleeping gas into the back seat and walked around towards the front door. The two men started coughing, holding their hands over their mouths and noses attempting to stop breathing in the gas. They yanked on the door handles in desperation with their free hand but Saeran had overridden the electric locks. One man began to hit the window with his elbow to no avail. By the time the driver thought of taking out his gun and shooting the window it was too late.

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Seven watched his security camera. An alarm had sounded as soon as the car had turned onto his long driveway. At first he had assumed it was Vanderwood, but he didn’t recognize the car. There appeared to be three people in it, two men in front, and someone in the back. He watched as the car parked and someone got out of the back seat and stood fascinated by what happened next. There was nothing he could do about the men in the car, he didn’t even know who they were, but the scene made it plain that the third person was not to be taken lightly. His cameras followed the man as he walked around to the front door. He looked up, as if he knew someone was watching.

Seven gasped and dropped the PhDPepper he had been holding. The man just stood there, not even attempting to knock on the door. Was this a joke? It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be! This man had white hair with pink tips and green eyes. Hair could be dyed of course, and there was such a thing as colored contacts. He shook his head in disbelief. If it was him, how had he found Seven? He shouldn’t be here, he should be living a different life. He grabbed the gun holstered beneath his desk and held it at his side on his way to the front door. Once he was in front of it, he hesitated. What if this was a trick? But what if it wasn’t? he opened the door before her could change his mind.

The man met his gaze, something warry and strained in his eyes. They didn’t look like contacts.

“Hello brother.”

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Mysme Fictober Oct 15th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompt list

Day 15: Full Moon

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

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

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

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

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

“Just one?” Saeran arched his brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mysme Fictober Oct 19th

For @mysme-fictober 2020 prompts

Day 19: Ghostbusters

“Why would anyone want to get rid of me?” Zen complained. “Look at me, I’m gorgeous!” he ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at himself in the mirror. Thankfully, he was still able to see himself. The world would never be so cruel as to forbid him to ever view himself again.

“There!” a beam of green light passed an inch from his beautiful face. Saeyoung scowled having missed him again.

“Stop it! Don’t you remember who I am?” he screamed at them, but they didn’t seem to hear him.

“I told you you should get new glasses! Your aim is way off!” Saeran complained as he trained his own beam at the ghost and pulled the trigger.

Zen pushed through the wall with a resigned sigh. Maybe he could get through to Jaehee instead. He floated down the building to the first floor and went through the wall back inside. It was relatively empty but the few people in the lobby took note of him and began to scream. Zen slumped his shoulders, he’d never had people run away from him like this, had he really changed that much? Was he no longer beautiful? But no, that couldn’t be it, he’d seen his reflection, he was still stunning, even dead.

“What are you two doing up there? The ghost is in the lobby!” Jaehee said out loud, she much be wearing an earbud and communicating with the twins. He couldn’t hear their response, but he didn’t need to. There was very little time, what could he do to show Jaehee who he was before they annihilated him.

A lightbulb when on over his head and he began to do the choreography from his last movie. Jaehee had helped him get the timing and rhythm down so she was definitely familiar with the moves. Jaehee had begun to back up away from him but had not run like the others. She didn’t appear to have a weapon on her, which was good because Zen was out of options at the moment, unless he wanted to just leave.

He was in the middle of his routine when he noticed that Jaehee’s body language had changed.

“What the hell?” she uttered. Good, it was working, she was questioning.

“Come on Jaehee, it’s me! You know me!” he kept up the routine and watched as her eyes blinked rapidly, her head shaking in disbelief.

“No…it…it can’t be.”

The elevators opened up behind him and he increased his pleading though he knew she couldn’t hear him.

“Oh my God!” Jaehee’s hands covered her mouth as her eyes widened in understanding. “STOP!” she ran towards the twins, passing within inches of Zen. She pushed their weapons down and turned to face the ghost.

“What the hell?” Saeran said, still trying to raise his weapon, he could clearly see the ghost and it was not moving.

“It’s him. It’s Zen.” Jaehee said, leaving the twins stunned.

“How do you know? His form is just vaguely human shaped.” Saeyoung asked, conflicted on what to do.

“It’s him, I can see him clearly now. Oh Zen!” she walked towards him. “What happened to you was so unfair, you had so many years ahead of you.” Zen could only agree as he nodded. Had he been able to, he would be shedding tears now.

“Well…fuck.” Saeran dropped the weapon by his leg, “What do we do now? I don’t want to vaporize Zen, but…he can’t stay here.”

“I can talk to Mr. Han, maybe we can accommodate Zen in some way.” Jaehee suggested. Zen rolled his eyes. He’d come here so he could haunt the CEO in line. It was the only thing he could think of that might bring him some happiness and pleasure in the afterlife, things were boring on this side. But what fun would it be if Jumin Han allowed him to stay? He gritted his teeth.

“I don’t think he liked that.” Saeyoung laughed, noting the expression on the ghost’s face. “Wait! I can see him clearly now too!”

“Me too.” Saeran said. Zen smiled at them all. Thankful that at least his friends recognized him. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you Zen.”

Zen nodded, grateful for the commiseration. The accident had happened so fast it was over in a matter of seconds. There was very little left of his motorcycle and it was a miracle he had not died instantly, unfortunately, he had gone through a grueling few days before his brain finally gave out. He hovered above his hospital bed and watched as the doctors tried everything they could to bring him back. He felt the pull of it but didn’t surrender, deciding he was happy to end where he was. He was a success, and you know what they said, the good always die young. He would remain forever young in the eyes of his fans; it wasn’t so bad.

He had however not considered what his death would do to his friends. His funeral was devastating to witness, though even Jumin Han said nice things about him. The way the three were now looking at him began to make him uncomfortable, he didn’t want them to be sad.

“What are you waiting for? It’s right there, get rid of it so my employees can get back to work.” Jumin walked up to the three surrounding the ghost.

“Mr. Han, they can’t…it’s…it’s Zen.” Jaehee said.

“What nonsense, it’s just another ghost, get rid of it! That’s what I’m paying you for isn’t it?” Zen clenched his jaw. “Just like usual, trust fund kid, only thinking about yourself.” All four turned towards Zen, mouths gaping open.

“Did…I…” Jaehee couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Wait, did you hear me?” Zen asked. The four looked at each other, then back to him and all nodded. “Well isn’t that something. Now I can really have fun.” He grinned and winked at Jumin.

“Great.” Jumin said.

“Do you still want us to uh…vaporize him?” Saeyoung asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

“Of course not! Assistant Kang would probably quit on me if I allowed that. If you’re going to hang around here from now on, maybe I should have more mirrors installed.” Jumin huffed and walked away. Zen grimaced, but he had to admit, there was a lack of reflective surfaces.

“Welcome to C&R Zen.” Saeyoung laughed. Zen felt a sudden rush of warmth. Ok, he was dead, but it wasn’t all bad. And he had eternity to torment Jumin and hang out with his biggest fan. Not such a bad after life after all.

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