#saeyoungxmc

[elvendara]

MYSME-FICTOBER 24 OCT ‘22

Scream

October 24th 2022

“It’s a Halloween tradition!” Saeyoung said as he sat Yoosung down on the sofa.

“But I don’t like scary movies!” the blond protested.

“You can sit on my lap if you want to.” Saeran smirked. Saeyoung had to hold his guffaw in. His twin was becoming something between the Unknown personality Mint Eye had brought out in him and the sweet Saeran he’d known as a child. He could see the flush that colored his face at the words he heard coming out of his mouth. Yoosung wasn’t much better as he sputtered, completely forgetting about the movie they were about to watch.

“Well, that saves some room.” Saeyoung shrugged, earning another sputter from the blond.

“Saeyoung, help me with the snack please.” MC called from the kitchen.

“On my way!” the red-head straightened his glasses and hopped to with a spring in his step.

“Here I am love of my life!” he kissed MC on the cheek, running his fingers through her auburn hair lovingly.

MC laughed and pushed a small tub of ice with PhD Peppers in it. “Put that on the coffee table. I’ll take these delectables.” She carried a large tray full of Halloween themed finger foods. On the sofa both Saeran and Yoosung sat straight up, backs stiff, hands on knees, taking extra care not to make eye contact. MC and Saeyoung simply looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“Move it Yoo, I’m sitting on this end.” MC shoved Yoosung over, closer to Saeran, and sat down, after setting the tray on the coffee. She made sure to sit so far over that Yoosung was indeed almost on Saeran’s lap. The blond gulped but said nothing.

“I’m sitting here!” Saeyoung plopped himself on the floor between the coffee table and his wife. She opened her legs and he settled between her thighs as she stroked his red hair. He looked lovingly up at her with amber eyes full of mischief. She giggled and kissed him on the forehead.

“Can we just start the movie?” Saeran asked reaching for the remote.

“Yep, start it up.” Saeyoung said taking a finger sandwich from the tray and shoving the whole thing in his mouth. “Mmm, msgood.” He muffled.

“Thank you my love.” MC patted her husband on the head with care.

“Why are you thanking him, you just bought the snacks, you didn’t make them.” Saeran interjected.

“Harsh!” MC yelled and reached across Yoosung to playfully punch at Saeran. The twin simply dodged and shook his head.

Everyone settled in, Saeran pressed play on the movie. He could feel the warmth of Yoosung’s shoulder and thigh against him. He tried to make himself as small as possible so the younger man wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. The beginning of the movie unfolded, a blond teenager apparently, who was home alone when she got a creepy phone call. When the person in the scream mask showed up Yoosung jumped and turned towards him, burying his face into Saeran’s shoulder. He also clutched at his arm not letting go until the music proved the scary part was over.

By the end of the movie Yoosung’s legs were pulled up on the sofa and leaned across Saeran’s lap. He was sure there were going to be claw marks on his right arm from how hard the blond clung to him. Most of the movie he’d been pressed against Saeran, amethyst eyes closed. He’d refused to eat or drink anything, only peeking out a little at a time.

Saeran had taken to pushing his head down on his shoulder when he knew something bad was about to happen. Yoosung would sometimes whimper and the sound was so cute it made Saeran blush furiously. He was sorry when the movie ended and Yoosung untangled himself from his body.

“Uh, sorry…I…um…” Yoosung shook and looked embarrassed.

“It’s fine, I told you you could sit on my lap if you wanted to.” Saeran tried to joke.

“I guess you did.” Yoosung laughed. It thrilled Saeran to see and hear that. “It’s just, I’m not a fan of scary movies.”

“I know, you’ve said that before. I’m glad you came though. Do you think you’ll be able to sit through Scream 2? I promise I’ll hold you if you need it.” He tried to sound confident, but he could hear the tremor in his voice.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate that. But, can we have a small intermission before starting the next movie? I’m kinda’ hungry and would like to eat first.” He chuckled.

The twins and MC joined in his laughter, agreeing to the terms. MC and Saeyoung excused themselves and left them alone until they were ready to start the next movie. Saeran and Yoosung ate. Even though they now had the entire couch to themselves, they stayed close to each other. It was comfortable and warm. When Yoosung felt ready to endure the next movie, he snuggled next to Saeran, his head already on the other man’s shoulder. Scary movies weren’t so bad if you had someone close to watch them with.

#my posts #@mysme-fictober #mysme-fictober 2022 #Scream #Oct 24th 2022 #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #Saeyoung Choi #MC #SaeyoungXMC #movie night #scared Yoosung

[rfaromance]

SaeyoungxMC 🧙‍♂️🌙💌

The first thing I thought of was wizard mail HELP

Owl Be Waiting

(Saeyoung is a reclusive wizard who is constantly working on honing his craft. He sometimes is hired to use dark magic, but he will take the dirtiest jobs if that means he can earn gold to help his brother. But when he receives an odd request, to create a love potion to seduce a brilliant noble, he ends up falling for them. He can't reveal his feelings directly, so he sends love letters in the dead of night with the help of his owl and cat messengers. Turns out, love letters and taking time to know a person work far better than any spell.)

#thanks for the ask! #Anon #Emoji fic game

[lovehatemysme]

[Saeyoung x MC] [Pure Smut]

“Aha~ha~!” Saeyoung let out a breathy laugh as he moaned in between, one hand on your head holding onto your hair while the other gripped on the steering wheel. You suggested taking his new car for a drive, the excitement in his eyes when you suggested it made you excited too. There was just something about him being passionate about his cars that makes him so... sexy.

“It’s autopilot babe!” he said excitedly as you two went for a drive, you love long rides with him, it was where you could sing your lungs out, or have a peaceful time, or even a naughty, exciting time.

You just love seeing him talking about his cars, his wide goofy smile that reaches his eyes, the way he’s excited to try it out, modify it, paint it, scrambling mechanical jargons at you that you couldn't help but giggle. And it was just… sexy.

It started with something simple, like his hand on your knee occasionally squeezing you that made you feel warm and tingly inside. Then he moved his hand onto your inner thigh and started to draw circles with his thumb. You looked at him to see if he was teasing you on purpose, but he just had this smile on his face while his eyes were on the road. You wanted to return the affection to him… but only a little naughtier.

You reached your hand out and placed it on his crotch, his brow raising as he glanced at you. You started to rub his crotch while he drove and you saw his lips curl into a playful smirk. His new car and his wife, two things he can enjoy at the same time, of course he’d be having fun. Saeyoung sat back and relaxed, putting his car on autopilot to enjoy your little show more comfortably. You started to trace his cock over his pants, he chuckled lightly as he tried to focus on the empty road in front of him, retracting his hand on your knee to make space for you.

Palming his cock you continued to rub over his pants, you could feel him start to harden. You unzipped his pants and took his cock out, jerking him slow and steady as he became harder under your palm. If there’s one thing you were cocky about, it’s how you knew Saeyoung like the back of your hand. Making him hard, teasing him, seeing his lips turn thin as his mind started to focus on the pleasure in his crotch.

You adjusted your seatbelt as you leaned onto him and took his cock out. You jerked him once, and then again, and then you started to take his cock into your mouth. You licked his tip with your tongue that made him grunt, a restrained chuckle left his lips with a moan when you started to suckle it. His deep and low voice sounded so lustful that your own sex started to ache. You twirled your tongue around his tip and you could taste the precum coming out. His hand snaked onto your back and started to rub you as he tried to not to buckle his hips while you sucked his tip coaxing more precum to leak.

You jerked his cock faster as you licked and sucked his tip while Saeyoung’s grunts and moans filled the car with profanities in between. He inhaled sharply when you bobbed your head lower, taking in what you can in your mouth as you twirled your tongue around him. He grabbed your head and started to guide you, your hand still stroking his cock as you bobbed your head and sucked his tip each time you reached it. Saeyoung felt he was close, his hand guiding your head faster as he gripped onto your hair while the other on the steering wheel. You placed your other hand on his thigh to keep him in place while you pumped him faster and hollowed your cheeks to suck him. A loud grunt from above and suddenly you felt hot liquid being poured in your mouth. You turned your head slightly to look at his face as you licked his cock and swallowed. At first all you could see was a reflection on his glasses, his mouth open as he huffed and his cheeks tinted red.

When Saeyoung tilted his head to look at you, his lips twisted into a smirk and you can see through one of his lenses, his eyes hooded with lust like he’s ready to devour you. You felt the car speed up as Saeyoung found a good spot to pull over in a safe distance. There’s always a rush running through his veins whenever you go down on him during a drive that he couldn’t resist but to take you right there and then on the road.

Saeyoung pulled you on the backseat, you straddled him as you faced him while his hands were already going up and down on your body, he then lifted the skirt of your dress and rubbed your legs that felt ticklish making you giggle. His lips were instantly on your neck, nibbling your skin, sucking your weak spot, making you weak on your knees. You pushed his glasses onto the top of his head to pull his head closer, your covered sex grinding on his cock that’s already being covered with your wetness. You heard his deep chuckle against your neck when he felt your sex.

“AHH~!” you moaned when Saeyoung moved his own hips to yours, his cock hitting your aching nub. A teasing smile on his face as he watched you, his hands on your bottom as he held you down on his crotch while he thrust upwards sliding his cock on your sex. Your lips trembled as you gripped onto his shoulders, a quick electric feeling going down your spine every time he hit your nub and the pleasure pooling inside you as it felt good.

Saeyoung wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer as he continued to rub his cock against you, his mouth finding its way again to your neck. Each lick felt hot, his sloppy kisses leaving a trail of saliva that then felt cold. You held onto his shoulders when you started to move your hips faster, whimpering against him wanting more friction as you felt light headed with pleasure rubbing your sex to his hardening cock, making sure it reached your clit.

You could feel Saeyoung’s chest when he growled lowly, the tease was too much for him already, he wanted to be inside of you, he needed to be inside of you. He lifted your hips and moved your undies aside as he aligned his tip on your slit, a long silent moan left your lips as you slowly engulfed his wholeness. He hissed as you clamp around him as you feel him inside you throbbing, hot and hard stretching your walls. Saeyoung snaked one of his hands to your neck, holding you as he pulled you for a kiss. His tongue gliding on your lips before entering your mouth, meeting your tongue as he twirled his around yours making you moan. You started to move your hips as you kissed, you felt hot all over your body as you moved while Saeyoung’s tongue danced with yours.

The windows started to fog, the sloppy noises of his cock going inside you filled the car, his grunts only adding to your pleasure as you could feel his hot breath on your skin. Saeyoung moved his hips upwards as you bounced on his lap, meeting you halfway making you moan each time and clench around him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you, pulling each other closer like it’s not enough. Saeyoung hits your sweet spot again and again that you feel the pleasure inside you tighten, your fingers digging on his clothes as you move up and down, taking his wholeness in.

“Sae~young~” you moaned as you moved faster as you threw your head back, his lips on your skin again leaving marks on your neck down to your chest, biting your skin and sucking it before licking down to the next spot he liked. Saeyoung knew you were close, and he is too. He grabbed your butt and pushed you down on him, his cock reaching deeper and you felt your pleasure snap. You moaned as waves of tingly feelings burst inside you and spread all over your body while he grunted and spilled inside of you. You felt fuzzy as you came, your body shuddering and limping on him. His ragged breath felt ticklish on your shoulder as his grip loosened.

You cooed as you felt his warm semen inside you while calmed your breathing. You heard him gulp and suddenly he moved frantically, searching his pockets and then checking the front seats. You looked at him as he moved, his lips raw and his cheeks still flushed. He glanced at you and his eyes looked panicky, you raised your brows to question while he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“Did you bring an extra pair of underwear or some tissues by chance?” he smiled awkwardly. “Babe.. it’s a new car,” he then whispered. Your eyes widened in realization, it’s a new car. Saeyoung’s meticulous about his cars, no ice cream, no soda, no anything that could spill and leave a stain. Even you weren’t an exception! You once got banned for a week on riding in his cars because you spilled a teeny tiny bit of juice!

“You are not gonna make me stand out there, it’s freezing cold!” you exclaimed but all he had was a sorry smile as he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.

“Saeyoung Choi!”

“What?! I didn’t know we were gonna do it!”

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #saeyoungxmc #mysme smut #c writes #mm saeyoung #i have zero idea about cars #nor the ending i just thought itd be funny #lmao

[aisheeteiru]

I am super slow when it comes to reading books this year. But here I am~ I am excited to read this one.

I fashioned this really cute card I got from the amazing 707 <3 606 Mystic Messenger zine (@707hearts606) into a cute bookmark and it actually worked.

It sorta matched the book cover too, which is really pretty. Some book covers are really gorgeous.

#books #mystery #707 #707 x mc #mystic messenger #mm #saeyoung choi #mm 707 #mm seven #mm mc #saeyoungxmc #personal

[rozenwaffle]

ERROR 606: STATUS_PLUGPLAY_NO_DEVICE

In the interval of 23:30 of the 8th day and 2:46 of the 9th day of the 707Route, MC has a moment for herself and thinks about what distresses the boy she loves so much and whom she sees suffering for all the events that happen in his life, again and again.

That moment, which could be decisive in her story, is where she decides to take a step forward towards a Good Ending.

It's been eight days of getting to know you, sharing many things in common: the same foods and treats, the way you dream up the stars, the fascination with robotics, the amazement of mechanical engineering, and the love of cats as playmates. You taught me that you can smile even with pain, that sometimes helping your friends is a way to help yourself, that you can always give yourself a little more for the people you love, and that, even if you do not always recognize your good deeds, the people who really love you value your effort.

For four days I was a stranger who fell in love with your jokes and cooperated in the traps of your friends, three more to fight your doubts and express how much I liked you and how much I wanted to meet you in person, with the camera in front of the apartment door insufficient contact for me. You did not always accept my calls. I was aware that your work is exhausting. I did not understand why your maid was so hard on you but listening to your voice fuel the confinement in that unknown apartment. Your stories were amazing, and I always wanted to know more; seeing your creations was exorbitant because I never met someone so creative and intelligent; seeing your outfits filled me with joy and admiration as your beauty could be appreciated in many different ways.

And suddenly, something began to change...

On the fifth day, your insinuations were constant: that relating to you was dangerous, that you never have to ask about the past of a hacker, that you couldn't take a relationship to the level you wanted. None of that really mattered, I wanted to know about you: how is your workplace, if your resting place is really comfortable if you ate appropriately beside the HBC or Dr. Pepper, why does your maid scold you so much, and maybe... defend and support you, as you have done for me since I got to know the RFA. Your constant concern for me grieved me, my helplessness of not being able to help you, and taking away the stress that my protection overloaded in you distressed me. I could only help from the corridor, encouraging you, sensing you.

On the seventh day, we met... in a quite peculiar family reunion. The situation was bigger than just my feelings for you; the past haunted you in the form of an even darker shadow than you wanted to become so that your other half would always live in the light, the weight of your actions, and your sense of futility towards they collapsed you, added to the pressure of an even more dangerous persecutor. I saw you fall deeper and deeper, and you did not take my hand; I heard the hiss of your quick typing next to your whispers in code, and my voice could never reach you; I tried to approach you being your support so that you did not worry about minor tasks and you were comfortable. Still, it seems that I could only bother you to the point that on repeated occasions, the laughter that I expected so much to hear from your lips was subjugated by the screams you uttered when it seemed uncomfortable.

Yesterday, the eighth day, I crossed the line unintentionally, not the one you suggested to draw on the floor but to interfere in your past to better understand the pain you were going through: the betrayal of your hero, the lie of your protector, the ambition of your father, the torture of your mother, the hope of recovering your brother, the intimidation that the agency imposed on you to persecute you and the suffering that the conjunction of all this caused in you by denying the cheerful character who was talking with me for the flat. You said 'HE' was an invention, that 'YOU' is the true one, that it was my fault to let myself be deceived, that from the beginning my input was wrong, that my feelings for you did not matter since, sooner or later, you would disappear from my life... and as for getting used to your absence, you crossed the door this night.

While I wait for you, I remembered everything that had happened. It's true, I was a fool to enter the apartment of a stranger, but my intention was to help, and I was alert too. I am a fairly normal person compared to the genius you are; I never suspected that returning a cell phone to its owner would connect me to such great danger, and, nevertheless, I am still grateful for it. I assure you that you know a lot about me and that all this is something that anyone could know if they search properly because, like you, we all have a past that persecutes us. Probably yours is much more powerful than mine, but you must know better than me that "God only places on our back the burden that we can bear," and makes me love you more.

You are so strong that you do not realize that the little one is still screaming to help you; it helps you to guide you so that you do not get out of the goal you planned, it encourages you to follow it trying, and you do it unconsciously; You wanted to be a flame that did not become extinct by changing your name, and you have become my light, you ignited a passion in me that I had never felt and the desire to give everything for the one I love; you wanted to preserve your purity by cloaking yourself so as not to be discovered by corrupt hands. Still, you let me find you, observe you and analyze you; even if you are a jewel in the rough, you are worth more than a celestial vault. You are a genuine engineer for activating the mechanism of my heart and creating a value code... without touching me.

I know you are avoiding me to harm me less than you have done because... yes, you break my heart with every word that comes out of your mouth. Still, I know that you are looking to continue protecting me. You are more hurt because you deny accepting something you can have, afraid of reaching happiness without believing that you truly deserve it, self-punish yourself by repressing yourself when you have worked so hard.

Some say that Lucifer's wings are bathed in tar and burned by God's will; I believe that you have been plucking yours whenever you feel you will be happy. In that case, I will give you a hand to get up no matter what you have done in the past; I will be your support when the obstacles of your past make you stumble in your way, I will sing about trips to heaven when despair comes out of your mouth, I will pick up your feathers to put them back, I will hold your wings when you try to take off, and when you raise the flight I will run to you and follow you in case you need help again because I will be your guard.

I heard your voice... and I was afraid you would say 'goodbye' to me. You talk about how bright I am, how much we are different, about your darkness and your despair. You think that you have disappointed me of the imminent danger. Even if you hurt me, how strange I am to love you, tomorrow will be the same. Then you retract, saying that the stranger is you... and that you expect me to accept you as you really are.

In my dreams, you speak of yours, of how you will disappear with them, and of your fear of hurting me.

Tomorrow I will cling to you, I will make you feel that I will never abandon you and that I love every layer of your being... And if my feelings still do not reach you, I will try again, and again... until our feelings are properly connected.

Originally in Wattpad:

#707 #707route #707xmc #addon #cheritz #fluff #fluffandwarm #luciel #lucielchoi #lucielxmc #mysticmessenger #saeyoung #saeyoungchoi #saeyoungxmc #seven #sevenroute #warm #fanfic #oneshot #rozenwaffle #wattpad #error606 #STATUS PLUGPLAY NO DEVICE #STATUS PLUGPLAY #NO DEVICE #mysme #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #SoundCloud

[askmcs]

RFA + Saeran playing Animal Crossing Headcanons

Jumin

“What is this strange game? I don’t understand the appeal”

“Look, honey! That cat villager looks just like Elizabeth”

“…”

He becomes addicted in a couple of days

His sole interest in the game is having just cat villagers and making everyone else leave

Yeah, he’s that person

“Jumin, love, it’s 2 am, can you please come to bed?”

“Not now, Monica! Rosie wants to move away! I need to convince her to stay, by all means!”

Also complains a lot about Tom Nook

“He’s not supposed to anticipate all costs. His business is faulty and reckless! How can he be so rich?!”

He’s probably gonna pay Nintendo to introduce new cat villagers, including a villager that resembles Monica and one that is identical to Elizabeth 3rd

Doesn’t really care about other stuff, but manages to be rich even there, he’s really methodic

Zen

“Zen! You should totally check this game out!”

“Well, I’m not really into games but if that makes you happy I’ll try it, babe”

He would have never played if it wasn’t for Miriam and Yoosung

But once he starts, he can’t stop

Became BFF with Sable as soon as the Able sister’s shop was unlocked

He is a frequent visitor

His only interest is to have the best style out of all, and decorate his house the best way he can

Always broke

Like, he can’t fish or catch bugs, he’s really bad at it

So he asks friends to lend him bells

“Zen, I love you, but I won’t give you 1’200’000 bells for a crown!”

“Come on, babe. It looks so good with my outfit!”

Other than that, he also likes to use emotions as much as he can

And goes around his fans’ islands to hang out and make them happy

He is not the type to dislike “ugly” villagers, but he kinda prefer good looking ones

Like “Whitney is so cute and beautiful!! I want her!!”

AND DENIES EVERY SINGLE CAT!!

Seven

“Hey Martha! Guess who’s already cracked the game?”

“PLEASE LET ME HAVE JULIAN THE UNICORN AS A VILLAGER!!”

Of course he hacked the game from the very beginning

Rumors says he’s the one responsible for the tarantula’s glitch in New Horizons

His island usually has rare fish and bugs

And rarely normal ones

Sea bass is a long forgotten nightmare on “Space station Island”

He has unlimited bells 

And he created an accurate and beautiful Elly villager that Jumin would kill to have

He pranks Yoosung on daily basis

His villagers doesn’t really like him because he pranks them too

But at the end of the day, they never move out

They can’t muahahahahah

He always helps Martha when she needs something for her island, and hang out a lot

They make a formidable duo

He gets the more fun out of everyone else in the RFA

Saeran

“Sae, I think this game is really therapeutic, you should try it”

“I see, Angel, maybe I’ll give it a try”

Hacks the game too

But he just makes the game nicer and more relaxing

Fishing is easier, and you know the fish beforehand

He adds Ice cream

…and that’s pretty much it, since the game itself is pretty chill

Loves to water flowers and make nice patterns and decorations

Loves to add usually unappreciated villagers or creepy ones

His favorite is Coco

Not a real fan of design. His house is pretty normal 

He only uses gifts, never buys anything for himself

So he’s loaded

And buys gifts for others

“What, Zen, you want a crown? Sorry, I just bought one for Coco”

If some visitor tries to do something bad to one of his villager

…or messes up his flower pattern

well…

he better watch out his save files

Anyway he really likes the game, especially when he plays with Margo

Yoosung

“OMG MINDY DID YOU REALLY GIFT ME ANIMAL CROSSING?!”

He can’t afford it, to be honest

So Mindy buys it for him 

They play together

Yoosung is a pretty normal player

Goes fishing, catches bugs, sells stuff, tries to pay the mortgage 

He’s always nice to his villagers 

And gets pretty sad when they are mean to him

“Why do you hate me Eloise?! T.T”

“Aww, cutiepie, no one could ever hate you!”

“She gave me a trash can and said “This reminded me of you” T.T”

“…”

Eloise mysteriously disappeared the day after

His life in animal crossing would be pretty normal if it wasn’t for Seven’s pranks

“AHHHHH TARANTULAS EVERYWHERE!!!”

“WHY CAN’T I CATCH BUTTERFLIES?!”

“Sea bass? BUT IT WAS A SMALL SHADOW!!!”

He’s a fan of events

And also likes to have outfits similar to LOLOL ones

He really likes the game, all things considered

Jaehee

“Why should I play this game?”

“Come on, Baehee, It’s really stress relieving”

She doesn’t play much

Like once or twice a week for like half an hour, to relax a little

She likes the museum

Dislikes Tom Nook at heart

She just does normal activities like watering flowers, fishing etcetera.

Has a Zen themed island

Other than that, not really into decorations

She takes what she gets

Not picky at all, accepts any villager

But has a soft spot for Caroline, since she was one of the first villagers she had

If The Roost was still present she would have loved it and Brewster

Too bad

To be fair, she doesn’t understand the hype, but has a nice time with it so whatever

#MM #Mcs #Mystic Messenger #Headcanon #RFAxMc #Jumin Han #RFA #Seven #Saeyoung Choi #Saeran Choi #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Luciel #Yoosung Kim #Jaehee Kang #Juminxmc #Zenxmc #Sevenxmc #Saeyoungxmc #Saeranxmc #Jaeheexmc #Yoosungxmc #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing #mysme

[tokidokitrash]

It’s been quite awhile since the previous post and I’m sorry!

I actually wrote this awhile back, but lacked the courage to post it.

I’m someone who is quite insecure and scared of how people might view me and my writings online.

But today I decided to just post this anyway-it’s June and Seven’s birthday is coming up— heck it!

I’m sorry it’s so long , and we aren’t at a conclusion yet- I’m just writing whatever comes to mind kinda and I’m grateful to any who reads it- your notes are such an encouragement, however small.

Also, amidst these crazy times, I hope you are all well, stay healthy, remember to eat!

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The way we are - 02

Seven is left standing outside her door. He’s pretty lost for words at this point, which is rare for a smart mouthed genius like himself.

He has to admit, he feels better after laughing like that -it was cathartic, but after listening to what she just said, seeing her smile like she was entirely broken inside, he can’t help but feel that he’s lost something very, very important in that moment.

He’s realised she was probably crying.

And that it was most definitely his fault.

Pangs of guilt worked his their way up his mind, as his heart aches at the thought that he’s given someone as cheery as her so much sadness over his demeanour.

She had always been so strong, so happy. Shining with the brilliance of the sun with every step she took. Always seemed like nothing in life could bring her down. True, she was a little weird, with her adorable exclamations of excitement over what would seem to be the most mundane of things. How he’d catch her standing outside the apartment for a spell, start to worry she’d seen something or someone that could cause her any harm....only to realise she’d be staring adoringly at a pigeon who’d made his way down the corridor. She seemed to be delighted by any little critter or creature, and that part of her, he adored.

She was such a sweet creature herself.

He’d sometimes catch himself distracted by the CCTVs, ever on a lookout for a glimpse of you, eager to see if he could decipher what had caught your interest that day.

And oh, how his heart would swell whenever you returned to the apartment, no matter how distracted you’d be, or how many bags you were holding after a trip to the grocery store... you’d always find time to look up at the cameras and flash him a beaming smile, giving him a little wave or wink. He’d sometimes find himself giving you a wave back, blowing a kiss or two, despite knowing full well you’d never know this. You were just so, so cute, he felt his heart would burst at the seams and implode on him due to an overload of cute.

While he might be greedy for more of your attention, he savoured those little, minute, unseen interactions with you.

The incident with ‘unknown’ was the turning point.

Seeing that precious girl in danger once was too much for a lifetime.

How could he have let this happen? Was he just incapable to protecting those he cared about?

His mind entered overdrive at the realisation that Unknown was none other than his sweet younger twin Saeran, whom he’d always longed to reunite with someday.

But never in his wildest, sickest imaginings did he want a reunion like this.

Saeran, who stood before him, a completely different man. Gone was the timid, sweet boy- in his place was a twisted man whom the world had hurt too much...and it was all his fault- he failed to protect his brother .

So many unanswered questions reeled in his head, he was having the worse headaches of his life. Trying to piece together the massive puzzle that was unfurling right before his eyes. If there is indeed a god, he was being awful.

In the days he spent at MC’s place, frustration and growing anger seeped into his very core. The complications between Rika, V and Mint Eye...and how....what happened to Saeran?? Then there was the anger at himself... at how put MC in danger. He had nearly let his bright, shining flame get snuffed out.

All this was too much, he was slipping off his 707 persona, whether he wanted to or not. Telling himself it was for the best, he started pushing MC away, first treating her coldly, with disdain, as he tried his best to pour himself into the work.

Next came the harsh words lashed out towards her fuelled by his own frustrations.. Or just ignoring her, or just telling her she was being an annoyance, disrupting his work.

Yet she still always came to him, like she was pulled towards him by an unseen force.

Sometimes, all she wanted to do was sit close to him, watch him work.

Other times, she would make small talk, peppering the conversations with little jokes, trying her utmost best to lighten the mood.

She always seemed to have her eye on him, watching over him. Often fetching him some dr.pepper or honey Buddha chips, or, you know, proper food and water so he doesn’t die of malnourishment.

Once, he had accidentally dozed off mid-work, and woke to the feel of a blanket placed on his back. Then, being the jerk he is, he told her not to bother with him and leave him alone, to stop wasting her time on him, before grabbing the blanket and hurling it across the room, startling her.

Regret sank in immediately when he thought he saw her eyes glisten with the threat of tears... he saw her lips force themselves into a tight smile, the she pouts a little, rolls her eyes just ever so slightly, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Alright, alrighttt, sorry!!” She exclaims as she gingerly pick up the blanket- folding it neatly before placing it in the couch next to him...”jusssst in case, alright? “ she says in a whisper , before adding “.....Please take care of yourself.”

He just ignored her the rest of that night.

He hated that even in this crazy situation where he’s already decided to push MC away for her safety, she still made his heart glow with a slight warmth whenever he saw how much she cared for him.

Since the day after the incident, he realised she truly was a strange one. She seemed flighty, almost airheaded at times, like when her curiosity got the better of her and she touched the floppy disk containing all the photos he had of Saeran, leading Seven to lash out at her and tell her to mind her own business for the umpteen time...

Yet there where times she seemed acutely sharp, always seemingly able to see through his 707 persona- to look deep within him and see Saeyoung.

‘No. What she was attracted to was the 707 she could fool around with in the chat rooms. Not this horrible person I truly am...not Saeyoung.’

Heading back to his corner, Seven tried to settle back into work.. but his thoughts keep bringing him back to MC. He had never wanted to see her like this. He recalls what he managed to see in that short moment they had eye contact- the reddened, swollen eyes, tear-stained face. It ripped his heart to shreds knowing he did this to her.

During that moment, there was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to apologise to her, scoop her up in his arms and kiss all the tears away, whispering apologies and sweet nothings to her as he showed her that he cared for her just as deeply as she did him.

On the other hand, the other side of him wanted to bolt out of the apartment. So that he could never hurt her again- that way she could forget about him sooner.

At this very moment, all he could think about was how much of a jerk he was- how he really could never stand in the sun with someone as radiant as her.

He was filth.

Head pounding, he sighs, slipping his headphones on- well aware this might make his headache worse, but he still blasts the music anyway, as though he’s looking for some internal form of self-punishment.

Minutes had probably turn to hours, the sun had long since risen, already hanging a little lower in the sky. Seven cracks open another can of Dr.pepper, his tongue a little numb from the constant combination of Honey Buddha chips and his favourite beverage. Idly he realises the last proper meal he had ......was the same time as MC’s. That fact makes him straighten up. He had at least some semblance of nourishment over these last two days- what about her?

He started to feel ashamed of his actions, more so, his inactions. Had he truly been so wrapped up with work and trying to push her away, that he failed to check if her basic needs were met? Whipping out the phone that had been stowed away in his oversized hoodies’ pockets, he fires off a private message to her.

- ‘Are U awake?’

...he stares at the phone expectantly, waiting for her reply.

Only the reply doesn’t come.

‘...maybe she’s asleep. ‘ He quietly thinks to himself. The idea to hack into her phone crosses his mind, but he stops himself. If he does hack into her phone, not only would it be a telling sign of his occupational hazards, it might also be a serious breach of her trust....but from the way she used to flirt with him on the messenger, she sure gave the impression that she might not be totally against the idea of him sneaking a peek or two at her.

He brushes the thought away, absentmindedly rubs his face and ugh, he feels greasy and gross- he himself was in dire need of a shower, as he’d clearly neglected himself these last few days- well, maybe the days before these as well. The man took terrible care of himself once the momentum of work was in full swing.

Phone still clutched in his left hand, he starts looking up food delivery options. He couldn’t care less about himself, but was growing more concerned about MC- he won’t have her starving herself, not on his watch! He mutters the various food options he sees on the screen, wondering what would be a good choice. “........bibimbap? Kimbap? Ah maybe something different like western or....fast food?.........hnnnnnn Indian food? What would it be.....hmmmmm...”

“WOAHH”

Her voice booms from the phone and he yelps, fumbling about with the phone. He quickly holds the phone against his ear.

“is this a miracle?! Are you finally going to eat something?!” She exclaims, voice a littler higher due to excitement and he winces from the loud volume, pulling the phone away slightly.

“MC?? How come you’re on the pho- ahhh. I did it again didn’t I?? Ahhhhhhh I need to stop dialling you ahhhhhhh” he groans as he slaps his forehead. The sound elicits giggles from her, and his heart does little somersaults in response.

“Dawwwww did you truly miss little old me thaaattt much?”

Why Yes. Yes he did.

“I know choosing what to eat might be difficult.... but you didn’t have to call y’know- cause ...dundundun! Here I am!”

Right as she says that, the door to her room swings open and she jumps out of the room, one arm up in the air, the other holding the phone to her ear, presenting herself. To Seven, it seems like light has returned, and she’s brought a gust of fresh air with her- her joyful bearings seemed to alleviate that pounding headache he’s been having. Only now does he realise that he’s finally relaxed his furrowed brow.

“Ta-dahhhh~!” She says, and Seven can’t resist clapping for her, then mentally slapping himself for going along with her antics. Hadn’t he resolved to push her away, not show the slightest form of affection for her? But ahhh, how could he have possibly resisted that??

She brings her arm down and does a little bow for him, then patters over towards his corner, dressed in a large, long sleeved shirt and pyjama bottoms with animal prints all over. Her short umber hair a messy cloud, sticking up in weird tufts, being uncooperative with her as she gently combs through her bed-head. Being so stupidly adorable- he notes. As she nears him, she stills herself, before awkwardly sitting at the far end of the couch. “So, uh, I’m here to....help?” She says as she smiles widely, exaggerating for him. He resists the urge to chuckle, and tries to go back to his ‘serious, no nonsense, leave-me-alone’ persona...then he remembers whatever happened during his last interaction with her, and tells himself that he doesn’t have to be that much of an ass. He clears his throat, noting that her eyes were now downcast, but always sneaking glances at him.

“Well, I guess it’s good you’re here, I was about to order food for us-speaking of which, I hope you aren’t starving yourself. You shouldn’t bother with me, but you should make sure to eat, to take care of yourself, or the rest would worry about you..”

“Hmm, I know! You don’t have to worry about me too, Seven~” she sighs “I can handle myself too.” Her voice seemed laced with a barely noticeable tinge of sadness at that last statement.

Worried, Seven finds himself at a loss for words, he hadn’t had time to think about how to act around her, and as the awkward atmosphere nearly makes a comeback, her belly makes its presence known on cue with a small, but audible rumble. A slight pink blossoms on her cheeks, and they stare at each other, before casting a sheepish look his way.

“bibimbap sounds good right about now though...”

He darts his eyes away from her and disguises his chuckle as a grunt,signalling his approval in her choice, rapidly scrolling away on his laptop, searching for bibimbap...and it takes every fibre of his being maximum effort to hold back the laugh that nearly escaped him, as her blush turns from pink to scarlet.

——————-

Thank you again for reading! And thank you to @emberchoihan for your comment on my previous post :)

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[starlight-drive-in]

Catching Feelings Ch. 2 Seven/MC College AU

Awhile ago I was requested by @navarr0landia write a continuation of my College AU I started during Saeyoung week this year (which I was low key looking for the extra push to do anyway so thanks!) 

So here it is! Part 2 of what I am now calling Catching Feelings: 

AO3 Link  (Check here for warning/tags)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill sound of MC's alarm pierces through her slumber bringing her to consciousness, much to her dismay.

"Ughhh." She groans as the full weight of her headache is realized as soon as she moves to tap the snooze button on her phone. She groans again, smothering her face into the pillow desperate to sink back into sleep. There are no hangovers in dreamland.

Of course exactly 10 minutes later - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

This time MC doesn't mess around with the snooze button, it's too early and her head hurts way too much for this right now, her morning class is just not going to happen. She grasps desperately at sleep again.

She's not sure how much later it is but begins to hear Mei rustle around the room, getting ready for class and then the light turns on. MC groans again and pulls and blankets up over her head in protest.

"How are you feeling there, Sunshine?" Her roommate asks.

"Mmmm" MC groans miserably in response. "Why did I let you take me to a party on a weeknight?"

Her roommate laughs quietly. "You should be thanking me."

"For what?!" MC asks incredulously.

"You seriously don't remember? Maaaaybe you should check your phone that's been going off for the past hour." Mei says before the bathroom door clicks closed.

Why? MC thinks in response pulling her phone off her nightstand and under her little blanket tent.  It's not like anyone ever texts…me? She thinks as she sees seven new messages from "Saeyoung (Crazy Cat Guy)"

"Oh, shit." She mutters as memories from the night before - as well as a healthy dose of embarrassment - flood in. Parts of the night are definitely blurry in her mind. She remembers the bathroom and Seven/Saeyoung with the cat. And his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes, and that smile. Her heart clenches at the thought of him. This isn’t good, It’s been less than 24 hours and she’s already in deep.

Bits and pieces of their conversation float through her head but she can’t seem to grasp the entirety of it. Ugh. Why did she have so many of those... whatever they weres? What did she say to him? She desperately hopes nothing too bad. It couldn't have been anything too bad if he was texting her right? Unless it was that bad and he was telling her how weird she was. Calm down MC, calm down. Just unlock your phone and read the messages, you can do it.  

She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, entering her lock code. Her screen brightens, making her headache more apparent, but revealing the messages to her.

Saeyoung (9:09am): PSHHT This is ground control to Astronaut MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (9:25am): PSHHT I repeat. MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (10:07am): lolol I really hope you don't have a morning class

Saeyoung (10:11am): How are you feeling, Little Kitty?

Saeyoung (10:15am): >.< Was that weird? Sorry that was probably weird

Saeyoung (10:20am): Please let Seveny know you are still alive when you can

Saeyoung (10:30am): I‘m in class now but Secret Agent 707 might have to go on a rescue mission afterward if he doesn't hear back from you ^^’

MC’s face heats up a few degrees as she reads the messages He’s worried about me! Her heart leaps again as she thinks over how to respond to him as quickly as possible.

--

Seven bobs his leg up and down nervously as he sits in his back corner seat of the Comp Sci lab, not hearing anything his teacher is saying about compilation errors. He unlocks his phone for the third time in less than a minute and stares at the notification bar. Was he too forward? Too weird? She didn't seem to mind is weirdness too much last night but maybe that was because she was drunk? Or maybe something’s actually wrong, what if she had alcohol poisoning? Was she hurt, or was she just ignoring him? He didn't like either of those options frankly.

“Luciel?” He hears his teacher's voice pierces through his mind’s paranoid circling.

“Can you tell me why this code isn’t compiling correctly? Tell me where the error is.” His teacher looks at him pointedly, obviously trying to catch him off guard.

“Uhhhh” He stalls, scanning the code on the board. “You have a syntax error on line 23.”

His teacher - Mr. Vanderwood, seems a little disappointed he can’t reprimand him, “That's cor-”

“And 47.” Seven adds.

“Wait, what?” Mr. Vanderwood says incredulously scanning the code himself. “You’re right… uhh thanks, I guess”

“No probs Ms. Vanderwood.” Seven replies casually.

“It’s Mr. Vanderwood, Luciel.”

“Right, right, won't happen again Vandy!” the class collectively giggles at the interaction that's quite common amongst the two

“LUCIEL!”

“Ah hahaha sorry!” Seven cowers, shutting up.

His teacher stares at him a moment longer before continuing, “The next type of error you may have is a runtime error, a runtime error occurs when….” - and just like that Seven has checked out and is back to his phone again, and he has two new messages! He fumbles a bit in his excitement but manages to get his phone unlocked.

MC (Q-T-π): Hey! Sorry for making you worry! I just woke up.

MC (Q-T-π): And if it wasn't weird I’d be worried it wasn't you I was talking to, but that doesn’t mean I didn't like it. :)

She doesn't hate him! She thanked him! Thank God. He impulsively grasps the cross around his neck in victory. She used a smile emoji! Does that mean he made her smile? Oh, he really hopes so!

He looks rapidly around the room. Realizing Vanderwood is busy helping someone else he quickly types out a reply.

Saeyoung: She lives! :D Seven can breathe again. How do you feel?

--

MC seats herself up in bed and manages to get at least her feet off the bed before she's alerted to another message, her stomach responds with a small flourish of butterflies. Wow, he's fast. She thinks, smiling and reading his reply.

--

Seven watches his screen faithfully for her next message.

MC (Q-T-π): Honestly? I feel like death D:

MC (Q-T-π): But talking to you is definitely helping this headache go away.

He can’t help but crack a wide smile.

Saeyoung: Glad to be of assistance!

He can’t just let the conversation die like this though. He has to think of a way to continue it, and that's when an idea hits him.

Saeyoung: I have something else that may help!

MC (Q-T-π): Oh yea, What's that?

Saeyoung: Seven’s magic hangover (and other ailments) cure-aaaaall… Ddddddrumroll plz

MC (Q-T-π): Dum-dum-da-da-da-dum-dum!

Saeyoung: Seven Star Energy Drink!

MC (Q-T-π): You have your own energy drink? :O!

Saeyoung: Uhhhh well, haha

Saeyoung: not officially

Saeyoung: BUT

Saeyoung: I’m sure it will help clear up that nasty hangover! And that’s not all!

Saeyoung: It would be hand-delivered by yours truly :)

He sends the last message and waits with bated breath for a reply.

--

The bathroom door opens and Mei steps out all ready for class and starts getting her things together. MC stares at her phone screen. He wants to come over? She bites her lip and thinks for a minute. She hasn’t even had a shower yet. She groans loudly and throws her head back onto her pillow in defeat, resulting in a powerful reminder of the headache she needs to get rid of.

Mei eyes her peculiar display. “Alright, tell Mei what’s wrong.”

“Seven wants to come over” MC groans.

“So?? That’s great. Shouldn’t you be excited?”

“He wants to bring me something to help my hangover.”

“Aww, and here we all thought he was just crazy. That’s so sweet! I’m still not seeing the issue though unless you don’t actually like him and that was just the drink talking last night?”

“No, no that’s” MC stutters. “That’s not it. It’s just… I look like garbage.” MC replies sitting up again so Mei can see her face, still covered in smudged makeup from the night before.

“Hmm” Mei considers. “High-quality garbage though, like rich people garbage. Ya know?”

“Thanks,” MC replies sarcastically.

“What I mean is, you just gotta clean yourself up a bit and you’ll be fine. Like a million dollar sofa with a stain on it.” Mei says tossing her a bag of makeup wipes, a brush, her foundation and a tube of mascara.

MC wipes her face down, using about 3 wipes to get everything off, and then starts her “low effort” look by pulling her hair into a messy bun with a few loose locks on each side.

Mei ruffles around in MC’s dresser “Annnd you probably want to change.”

MC looks down and realizes she’s still wearing what she borrowed from Mei the night before.  

"How many beige sweaters do you have, Girl?" Mei tosses her a particularly oversized one and a pair of black leggings.

"They're comfy!" MC defends, finally rising herself from her bed to change. "Oh shit. I forgot to answer him!" She adds a second later, frantically pulling her sweater over her head.

"You left that poor boy on read? He probably thinks you hate him now." Mei teases.

"Nooooo!" MC whines fishing her phone out of her covers.

--

Saeyoung leaves class and drives the short distance back to the RFA house, glancing at his phone more frequently than he should. It's been fifteen minutes, she's probably not going to answer. He shouldn't have invited himself over like that.

He walks in the door, no one seems to be home at the moment. He continues up the stairs.

MC (Q-T-π): That would actually be very nice of you, but fair warning I look like a hot mess :/

A sense of relief falls over him, and then excitement and then… nervousness? It's been a while since he's felt that particular emotion.

Saeyoung: I'm sure you look beautiful! :)

Saeyoung: I'll head over as soon and I can get everything together!

MC (Q-T-π): Can't wait :)

He reads her message as he enters his room, flinging his black and yellow backpack onto the small couch and whoops loudly with enthusiasm, jumping up and down in excitement.

"What the fuck?!" Saeran's voice rings out from the other side of the room as he whips around in his desk chair to give his brother one of his trademark glares.

It would seem Seven forgot to check the room for other occupants when he entered. "Oops sorry bro!"

"Yeah, whatever." He says, writing off his brother's little show as one of his typical little displays and going back to his work.

Saeyoung yanks his t-shirt off over his head, and walks over to the shared closet and begins flipping through shirts.  

“Great job with inviting people to the party last night, by the way. A lot of people came out!”

Saeran smirks. “Amazing how many people are willing to go over to a random house because a stranger told them there would be free alcohol.”

“Tell me about it, Jaehee’s totaling the amount now but we should have quite a pretty good amount to donate this time!”

“That’s good, I’ll ask her about it later.” Saeran answers, writing himself a reminder on a post-it and sticking it to his computer screen.

Seven check his teeth in the closet mirror, “We missed you though, where were you last night?” He attempts to pry, knowing his brother is a pretty private person but he hoping maybe he’ll tell him anyway.

“Out” Saeran deadpans, revealing nothing.

“Hmm, ok I won’t bug you about but just be careful ok? I’ve been hearing about some weird cult stuff going on around campus.”

Saeran scoffs. “Cults? Seriously? Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

“Hey, can I borrow this shirt?” Seven asks, holding up a short sleeve, white button-down of Saeran’s. Obviously forgetting his former train of thought.

Saeran tsks in response “Ah, I see you didn’t do your laundry again.”

“I was busy!” Pleeaaasee?” Seven begs.

“Ugh, sure fine whatever, if it even fits you.”

“Thanks! You’re my favorite twin!” Seven shrugs into the shirt it’s a little tight, but manageable.

“That statement makes absolutely no sense, but ok. What are you getting all dressed up for anyway? I haven't seen you make an effort like this since the RFA Christmas Ball.”

“The Defender of Justice, the Mighty Seven-Zero-Seven must deliver much-needed medicine to a pretty lady who has fallen ill!” Seven says dramatically, earning an eye roll from his brother before heading over to the mirror to style his hair the best he can without product. It's still a mess but at least it looks a little neater. He sprays a little cologne on his neck and then checks his breath. “Oof, that’s not gonna work,” He says to himself before looking over at Saeran. “Hey, you got any mints?”

“I always have mints,” Saeran replies tossing him a tin from the generous supply in his desk.

“Bless you, dear brother.” Seven dumps a few in his mouth and cronches on them, making Saeran cringe.

“You’re supposed to let them dissolve ya know.” Saeran grimaces.

“Yea, yea no time gotta go!” Seven turns his backpack upside down and dumps his books and laptop onto the couch before shoving new stuff into his backpack in its place, flinging it onto his back and heading out the door.

Saeran simply rolls his eyes “And don’t fuck up my shirt!” he shouts as he listens to his brother’s footsteps descend the staircase and go out the front door.

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[elvendara]

MYSME-FICTOBER 2 OCT '22

Costumes

October 2nd  2022

“Saeyoung!” MC screamed as she grabbed her three-year-old son, Seung.

“I’ve got him! Don’t worry!” he yelled back from downstairs. She heard him bound up the stairs, her other son squealing in delight. She huffed as she struggled to dress Sung, his red head popping through the shirt. She had wanted to make the mummy costume herself, but their twins were too unruly to sit still long enough for her to really do a good job. Instead, they bought the costumes, and it was still a chore to get the boys into them, although they were extremely excited to go trick-or-treating.

“Um, MC?” Saeyoung’s voice came into the bedroom and MC’s heart sank, now what? “I don’t think Sook can wear this.” He walked in, Sook tucked under one arm and a wet mess of fabric in the other hand.

“Oh no!” MC cried as she let go of her wriggling son and snatched the wet mess in her hands. She ran back down the stairs into the laundry room. She wrung out the costume in the sink and threw it in the dryer, hopefully it wouldn’t take long to dry, they were already late getting out of the house to meet Jumin at his apartment building where the twins would be trick-or-treating.

“It shouldn’t take long right?” Saeyoung hugged his wife from behind and laid a gently kiss on her shoulder. He felt the tension in her body dissipate somewhat. It wasn’t easy raising their boys and he was more than grateful at how patient and amazing MC was. He even surprised himself most days. It helped thinking about his own childhood, and what it could have been like if he’d had a different mother and father. He strived to be a good father without falling into the trap of being too permissive.

“Where are the boys?” MC tensed once more as it was too quiet in the house. Their boys were many things, but quiet was not one of them, unless they were asleep. Saeyoung sighed, his shoulders sagging, knowing they were in for an unwanted surprise…again.

They ran upstairs and into the boy’s bathroom, stopping and staring at the sight before them.

“Don’t worry mommy, we made a new costume, now we match!” Seung said as he stood next to his brother, both of them swathed in toilet paper from head to toe. Some pieces were wet, clinging to their clearly naked bodies beneath, Sung’s privates not quite covered.

The two adults turned towards each other in bewilderment, and as there was nothing they could do until the other costume was dry, they burst out laughing, hugging their incorrigible children, relishing in the happiness of their small family.

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[incrrt-mystic17]

Yoosung: so when the three of u cuddle... How does that work?

MC: saeyoung's the big spoon, im the little spoon—

Saeran: im the knife

MC:

MC: saeran's the tea spoon

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[Saeyoung x MC] [Pure Smut; Edging, Hair Pulling]

You peeked through the door in Saeyoung's computer room, how many days has it been since he locked himself inside? Ever since Yoosung’s term ended, Saeyoung has been playing LOLOL with him, and even goes on pranking him once again. At first it was adorable, how they are so attached to each other, but now you’re feeling neglected as Saeyoung hasn’t even bedded with you, let alone even sleeping beside you! Sure they haven’t bonded for months since Yoosung was busy with his university works since he was graduating, but isn’t neglecting you already too much?

Were you actually jealous of Yoosung?

Maybe.

Probably.

You have the right to demand Saeyoung’s affection, after all you are his wife. You went inside the room and saw your beloved redhead on his chair, headphones on as he mumbles instructions to his mic. You pouted and crossed your arms, waiting for a beat and two but he didn’t even stop clicking on the mouse. 

With a plan in mind, you smirked. You slowly made your way to him, you squint your eyes and shielded them with your hand as the brightness from the monitor blinds you. Once you adjust with the light you see avatars running and attacking a certain monster. 

Slowly and steadily you snaked your arms to him, wrapping it around his neck. 

“M-MC?!” Saeyoung asked frantically without turning his head, still focusing on the game before him.

“Saeyoung~ Play with me too~” you purred to his ear when you removed the headphones on one side and placed a kiss. 

“C-can we do this later?” stuttering as he continued to click and type, eyes never leaving the screen as he sounded uninterested. 

Your brows furrowed, you had enough and weren’t getting any of it. Removing your arms from his neck, you slid down and crawled to the front of his chair.

“M-MC?!” his eyes looked down to you for a split second then back on the monitor. 

“But I wanna play now~” you cooed as you lay your head on his thigh, making yourself comfortable between his legs. Your hand caressing up to his inner thigh, your fingers dancing on his crotch, pressing lightly as you continue to rub the area. 

You bat your lashes up to him with an innocent smile, as if you weren’t doing a naughty deed. Saeyoung hissed at the friction, trying to focus on the game but the pressure on his crotch felt good. He gulped as you pressed a little harder, your fingers tracing the bulge on his sweatpants. He continued to mumble on the microphone, he can do this! He thought, his agency training was far more tortuous than this… than his lovely wife, touching him, rubbing him oh so slowly-

“Shit,” he suddenly muttered under his breath as his character died, his concentration and focus slipping away as his other head slowly takes control. Your smile grew wider, knowing you were affecting him already. 

“MC let me just, just-” his train of thought lost as his character respawned immediately, clicking away once again. You frowned and pressed harder, making him hiss through his teeth. Your hands massage his inner thighs, making sure to brush slightly against his member. Saeyoung could feel his blood going to his crotch, you just knew how to tease him. 

“Saeyoung~ I wanna play too~” you purred under him, and he knew what you meant. Sweat started to build up on his forehead as he tried so hard to concentrate on his game. He lifted himself slightly from the chair and you giggled as you pulled his pants. You could see his cock starting to get hard, once he sat again he opened his legs wider to make space for you. You wasted no time, your hand grabbing him and started to pump him. 

It wasn’t your first time doing this, in fact you’ve made it a game at this point. How long can Saeyoung hold in his moan? How long before he quits whatever he was doing and just do you instead? 

You started to lick his length and you could feel him get harder by the second.  He could feel the cool sensation of your saliva, sending electrical tingles down his spine as he started to breathe heavily. You continued to stroke him slowly, your tongue now licking up its way to his tip that started to leak some precum. Saeyoung could feel that knot inside him, coiling and tightening. He swallowed audibly when you took him into your mouth, bucking his hips slightly, he couldn’t resist it, he couldn’t resist you. 

You moaned as you engulfed him, Saeyoung gripped harder on his mouse, his mind now focused on your soft mouth that’s swallowing him. Maybe it has been days, he wasn’t this sensitive before. Oh god he missed your mouth, he thought, letting himself fall into the pleasure of your tongue swirling around him, his own moan caught in his throat as he tried to restrain it. Without any conscious thought his hand now left the keyboard, snaking down and grabbing your hair as his hand guided your head. 

You couldn’t help but smile as he started to move his hips ceremoniously in and out of your mouth, you moaned as he pulled your hair lightly, angling your head enough that his tip hit the back of your throat. He hissed, leaning down on the table as his other hand gripped at the edge. His headphones now hanging on his neck, the game’s noise distant as he breathed heavily. The generous amount of precum started to pool in your mouth, you swallowed them and hollowed your cheeks, sucking Saeyoung as you coaxed more. His movements became erratic, pulling your hair again and you moaned, Saeyoung could feel that edge, reaching it as he fucks your mouth. 

Suddenly you pushed him away, removing your mouth and he growled in frustration at the loss of your warm, soft mouth surrounding him. The tight in his abdomen losing its peak, his hips bucking slightly on his sit into the air. He looked at you and you had a sly smile, sticking out your tongue at him. He growled once again as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and hoisting you to the table as he pushed the keyboard away. He crashed his lips to yours, his hand snaking to the base of your neck up, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling them.

“AH~!” you cried in pleasure, your head tilting up as you felt tingles down your spine that spread around your body when he pulled your hair, your body jerking reflexively.  

“You like that, don’t you,” he said as he slid his tongue into your mouth, his kiss was hungry, exploring your mouth he could taste the remnants of his own, the hint of saltiness as he pressed his tongue on the roof of your mouth. You melted into the kiss, feeling hazy as he continued to dance with your tongue. Once you pulled away he twisted his hand and grabbed your hair once again, making you moan and tilt your head upwards again, Saeyoung buried his face on your neck, biting, sucking and licking on the skin that his lips could touch. 

Moans continued to echo the room, his member rubbing through your panties. His cock sliding swiftly, smoothly as your own sex was already wet and seeping through the fabric. His hand letting go of your hair as he palmed the base of your head, his other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer. He knew exactly where to press his fingers, knowing where to massage to make you melt in his arms. Your eyes closing as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck, his fingers massaging the base of your head and you held onto his jacket feeling so weak as the sensations took over you. 

“Saeyoung~” you moaned grinding your hips, he stood tall when he removed his face from your neck and looked at you, your eyes hooded and needy, mouth open as saliva dripped down to your chin, cheeks flushed red. When you look at him like that, how could he let you wait any longer? 

He slid his tongue into your mouth again, this time he was slow, taking his time as if it’s the first time, his hands removing your undies. You felt his cock brush against your sex and you whimpered into the kiss. He slowly inserted himself, his length filling you up so good, you pulled away from the kiss as a long moan escaped your lips. You could feel him throb inside you, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands at his back gripping on his jacket. His hot breath tickling your ear, he held your waist as he started to thrust into you, you moaned each time he hit your sweet spot, over and over again. 

Saeyoung’s hand snaked to your back once more, up to your neck as he palmed the base of your head. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled as he pounded inside you, you moaned and squeezed him tightly as the tingles of pleasure spread all over your body, your mind blanking and drowning to the sensations. He grunted as you clenched around him, he started to thrust into you once more, your legs locked on his waist. 

You could feel that tight coil inside you as pleasure took over your mind, focusing on your climax as you met Saeyoung’s thrusts. He peppered kisses to your jaw down to your neck, as his hand twists again in your hair, pulling hard as he thrusts in you, you could feel waves of pleasure from your spine, tingles and tingles spreading all over your body as you quivered in reaching your climax. Clenching and clamping on him, Saeyoung found his release too, grunting while he grind his hips releasing inside you, you limped into his chest as your grip on his back loosened. You could feel his hot semen overflow inside you, your fluids dripping out from your sex and down to his table. 

Saeyoung rested his head above yours as you both steadied your breaths. He twirled one finger on your hair. 

“So, you like that huh?” he chuckled, your mind still hazy as you go down from your high as you just responded with an “mm”. You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled once more, pulling away slightly as he took your face between his hands, palming your flushed cheeks and wiping your chin with his thumb.

“Aren’t you needy today,” he whispered as he tucked your hair. You looked straight at him and blinked, “Sae it’s been a week since you glued your ass here,” you retorted, he always lose track of time once he was in front of his computer. His face distorted into confusion, his brows furrowed. 

“Wait no-” he grabbed his mouse and looked at the monitor, the screen indicating they lost. And then he saw that one icon, that icon he completely forgot to click when he lost himself in your mouth, his eyes widening in the realization.

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 “AH~!” 

Yoosung jumped on his seat when he heard a moan, the voice sounding so familiar. 

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Sa-Saeyoung?” he whispered, Yoosung could feel the heat rise to his cheeks, he heard another moan and the dawning realization it was your voice came down to him. He could feel himself heating up.

Another moan and he screamed, throwing his headphones on the table and frantically closing his computer, he blinked looking at the monitor as he saw his own reflection, he could feel his heart beating fast. 

 “AH~” your moan stuck in his head, his eyes darting everywhere as he panicked not knowing what to do with what he just witnessed, or rather what he heard. He gulped and saw his hoodie.

“I- I need to jog,” he said, grabbing his hoodie and jolting out of his room.

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I’ve never written a fic before (ok maybe when I was like 13) and I was just struggling a little mentally tonight. It’s a Long rambling off the Top of my head and it’s not gonna be any good but I tried. I would appreciate any constructive criticism you’d shoot my way.

It did help me feel better after writing this, so that’s a silver lining:D

I know the mysme fandom is kinda not as strong as it used to be, but reading other people’s fics really brightened my day, since I’m always on my own due to work.

I had this set as a longer timeline compared to the limited days in the game, and my MC clearly struggles with her own inner depression demons,

Sorry in advance about some stuff further down. I couldn’t help myself.

Italics are either MC’s thoughts or flashbacks.

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The way we are - 01

Dreadful, depreciating thoughts slowly crept their way into your thoughts, almost like they bore down on the back of your tightly shut eyes.

‘Not this again...’ you mentally scold yourself.

It had been a few weeks since your last battle. The constant struggle you fought deep within you- one only you knew about.

No one knew. No one could ever know. No one would be able to accept you. No one would be able to help either ways.

You curled yourself into a little huddle on your bed. The air-conditioner wasn’t on, leading the air to a standstill. It was suffocating, the stagnancy. But honestly, you couldn’t be bothered with the discomfort.

‘Stagnant air... stagnant just like my life has been...’

You chastised yourself again, me talking rolling your eyes at yourself, this time for being such a dramatic little bitch in your own little mind.

You hated yourself.

Things were actually getting better these past few weeks. You had the RFA and managing their affairs kept you solidly occupied.

Truthfully, that fateful day you encountered them, and they laid out the opportunity to you to help them be their new coordinator, you mentally leapt with joy at the chance.

Yes, the whole thing was pretty fishy, bogus, weird.

But you’d craved and relished the idea that you could be of some help to a greater cause. Your heart soared at the thought of being of use to someone.

It did come as a plus that the members of this new group were all such...unique personalities.

The lively, dramatic, narcissistic but caring Zen.

The adorable, innocent, wide-eyed Yoosung.

The strong and (seriously) overworked Jaehee.

The stern, calculative business man with the strangest streak of humour, Jumin.

And the mysterious hacker with the flaming red hair, the one whom you’d always felt you could ‘click’ with best, the one you were most attracted to,707.

In their own way, they lit up your life, the way they seemed to always be concerned with your wellbeing, peppering your day with their funny arguments and conversations.

Then shit hit the fan, didn’t it?

It had already been a few days since the whole ordeal with ‘Unknown’. It’s events still played fresh in your mind, but yet right now, they seemed so very far away.

Seven had come to your rescue, but since that day, he’s been anything but a knight in shining armour.

Before the incident, you both had so much fun through the limited calls to each other and the chat.

You felt warm feelings towards Seven blossom in your chest every time you heard his voice. And with the way he seemed to flirt back with you, you had the slightest impression that maybe, just maybe, he was interested in you too.

It felt so nice to banter with him, to feel some sort of electric connection between you two.

But these days, it seems that the happy-go-lucky, capable 707 was gone.

The other day, he even lashed out at Yoosung, who called you, distraught and crying over the incident.

You’ve tried to be strong, you understood that whatever transpired that day must have triggered Seven towards reacting this way. Constantly pushing you away, harshly berating you for leaving his sight, then berating you once more for coming too close to him. You wanted to be here for him, to let him know you cared for him more deeply then he knew and you’d accept and like to hear his story. You’d like to think of yourself as capable of helping provide comfort and reassurance to this beautiful mess of a man, despite whatever attitude shocking revelations of danger he may throw at you.

The key word here, is that you ‘tried’.

And sometimes, life gives you so much lemons, you get really sick of fucking lemonade.

You haven’t really left the room for about...maybe 2 days now, you estimate. Only sneaking out for essentials when you didn’t hear typing and it seemed that maybe Seven was asleep. Wallowing in your self-hatred, you think about the things you’ve wanted to accomplish and how you’ve failed them all.

Dammit, even the man you were so into seems to hate you now- and why shouldn’t he?

Depression had sinked her filthy claws into your heart once again, and though you may have won that battle against her before, you knew, deep in the recess of your mind, she was always waiting to crawl back out.

You hated every fibre of your being. Some days you’d wonder why you were even alive. What did you exist for? Even replying the emails from potential guests seem a chore too monumental right now. Why should they care about your invites? You’d ponder over what to send them, then delete everything you’ve typed out of fear you were being out of line or plain stupid, giving the RFA a bad name. Then you’d start to hate yourself more for letting the guests wait on your reply, get more upset with your own inefficiency. It was a vicious cycle in your mind, and it was always tough to break out of it.

You’ve managed before, and kept a happy persona in your interactions with the members. And that’s what you tried to do for Seven, even as he was scowling away, brows scrunched up in frustration at either his computer, or your mere presence. Either way, he let you know you were an annoyance he couldn’t be bothered to entertain.

And you started believing him.

So you’ve locked yourself away in your room. This was your problem to deal with. Your demons to face. You found a small comfort in hearing Seven typing away in the living room. It was odd, but knowing he was there made you feel safe...but so unwanted.

‘Come on MC... you’re a tough girl, so tough this one out. Yes you’re pathetic and there’s nothing more you hate in this world but yourself, but snap out of it.... please... happythoughtshappythoughtshappythoughtskittenspuppies..seven’svoiceandjokesandthoughtsoftakingyoutothemoon...’

Growling in frustration, you pull the pillow over your head and tried to scream into it, only to end up sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It’s so illogical...so, so stupid.

If only you could force yourself to be happy and cheery.

But admittedly, Seven’s attitude and coldness towards you really shut that cheery side of you down, faster than you’d like to admit.

You recall the freshest wounds he had inflicted upon you... you had tried to talk to him, as he seemed a little nicer that morning, despite being extremely sleep deprived, giving you a nod when you brought him coffee, and didn’t tell you off when you went to sit near him. You had wanted to express a little gratitude for how hard he was working for your sake.

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“Hey, Seven... thank you for working so hard fo-

‘“I’m just going to stop you there, you don’t have to say anything to me. You can just leave me alone.”’

“Aish~! I know that~! You’ve said that before, I just wanna thank you- you’re going to hurt my feelings you know” you pout, trying to stay light-hearted.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples upon hearing this. Sighing loudly, he adds;

“I don’t care about how you feel at all. I can’t be bothered if you’re hurt. I’m busy and don’t have time for this, so stop bothering me already!”’

“ I just-‘

‘“ just leave me alone.”’

You weren’t sure what made you decide to do this, but you whine quietly, feeling defeated, and perhaps this was actually a last ditch attempt to see if he cared.

“Seven...I’m going to start crying if you keep being so mean to me..”

He pauses, then he shifts in your direction,stony faced, cold liquid gold eyes bearing into your own brown eyes.

‘“Even if you cry, it doesn’t really matter to me.”’

Hearing that, you flashed him the best smile you could manage, hoping your pain wasn’t too obvious, muttered a few apologies and excused yourself to your room.

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...you were scared too, after the whole incident. But it seems he truly did not care about how you felt, like he hardly gave it any thought. like you were only a problem he had to fix ASAP to get a move on his life.

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Hours had probably passed when you jolt awake to a knock on your door.

“Oi, MC.” he starts in an annoyed tone “Are you okay? I tried calling you but your phone is dead. What are you doing in there for so long anyway?”

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew it must have been quite awhile if Mr cold-and-I-don’t-care-about-you was checking up on you. The room was dark, air still stale. Picking up your phone, you realise you haven’t checked it since the start of your mental battle. Yes, it was dead.

“MC?” You thought maybe you picked up a hint of worry though all that irritation this time. “.....I’m coming in.”

‘Wait what? Nonono did I lock the bloody door? He can’t see me like this I-‘

You bolt up from the bed, nearly tripping on your sheets as you rushed for the door, but you were a beat too slow, and the door was already ajar before your hand could touch the handle.

Golden irises pierce your gaze as your eyes adjusted to the invading light from outside your room, he pauses for a moment and his eyes seem to widen in shock at the sight of you...and your probably very disheveled appearance.

Hurriedly, you press your body against the back of the door, holding , preventing it from opening any further.

“MC?!” He called as he tried to peek his head past the door’s opening to get a better look at you.

You cleared your dry and raspy throat before finally replying the redhead-

“AHHHHh Seven! Geez, don’t you know that you’re supposed to give a lady more time to respond?! You can’t just open doors so suddenly you gave me such a start! Nearly let you see me all horrid looking after taking a nap ahaha ha”

Good lord you hope you sounded convincing, and not at all like you’ve been crying for the last godknowshowlong.

Seven goes quiet for a moment, and the tension in the air still hangs over you two. You notice one of his hands shift and holds onto the door frame as he steadily starts to push the door towards you. Trying your utmost best but failing to be lighthearted, you yelped and tried to swat his hand away, still fervently trying to push the door back against his force.

“Holddddup what are you doing Seveny stop trying to open the door! Didn’t you hear what I said???”

“I heard you. But I said I’m.coming.in.”

He pushes the door harder and you know you’re no match for his strength, and in a last ditch attempt to hide your appearance from him you grab a large towel you had hanging behind your door, wrap it over your head, letting it drape down your shoulders and dash for the corner of the room behind the door. You squat down, huddled in your new corner, and you hear Seven cuss when the door gives way easily at your absence, causing him to stumble into the room. Hearing him cuss a bit more, you sense his gaze sweeping the room, before feeling them land upon your huddled up frame at the corner. There’s a long pause before he quietly asks, incredulously

“..........MC, wh-what are you doing over there”

“I told you I was indecent looking now.... so I’m just going to stay in this corner since you so rudely barged in.” You quipped. Your choice of words may sound harsh but you say them in a sing-song manner. Seven just stays quiet after your reply, which leads you to ramble on, hoping to fill the silence

“So, uh, what’s up? Did you miss me? Come here cuz you’re missing little old me? Ahahhaha or did you manage to find something about this whole....shenanigan? Anyways a-aren’t you busy and all? I won’t bother you anymore so y-you don’t have to worry about me either ahhahaha...hahahah”

I sound insane.

You hear him sigh loudly, again, and it kind of reminds you of how your parents used to sigh at you when you were a disappointment. He mutters under his breath sometimes that’s sounds like ‘fucks sake’ and it cuts you off from your ramblings. You can’t stop the tears from springing to your eyes. You were still hurting, still wallowing. Trying to hide whatever negativity by being weird and using your own brand of humour. And now he was real, in your room and invading your space, you could feel your mind trying to come up with something, anything to avoid possible questions and maybe get him to leave.

“What’s all this? You’re being real weird now, hiding in that corner. I’ve seen you after your naps and you don’t usually look like....that. Turn around and face me, MC.”

You take a deep breathe through your nose, your way of stifling your sniffs from new tears,

“Ahhh you’re so indelicate, I can’t turn to face you, so uh why don’t you just wait outside and I’ll come out when I’m ready?”

“And when will that be? Talk to me MC. Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

No shit, Sherlock.

“Yaaaa Please God Seven, have mercy and give this lady a chance to *sniff* prep herself first”

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes at you, when he says

“Get out of the corner before I drag you out. Seriously, what are you even doing? “

Given his snappiness, you wouldn’t be surprised if he acted out his threat. But his question gave you a chance to exhibit your messed up coping mechanism.

“What am I doing? Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m not hiding myself, I’m prepping for my next cosplay.”

“HAH??” In a very, very annoyed tone.

“Here, look. “

In that moment, you slowly turned your body to face him, and put your hands down on the floor, still in a squatting position but with your hands between your knees. Towel still draped across your head and shoulder, you whisper in a low, slow voice,

“E.......Ed........Edward.....................Nii-san”

“..............’’

“GODDAMMIT MC “

Seven’s loud, booming shout really startles you, as you realise he’s left the room. You started to worry you’ve made him real angry this time, and wait for more cussing and shouting.....only to hear cussing and...laughter? His laughter grows, and soon he’s bellowing, and the raucous peals of laughter is music to your ears actually. Even though you’re still hurt from his words and demeanour, you’ve come to realise the effect this gorgeous man has on you, and it warms your heart a little that you’ve managed to make him laugh for the first time in a Long, Long time. He’s still cackling when you waddle towards the door, still covered mainly by the room’s darkness, peek out at him but with your body still in the same position.

“Hey man” you catch his attention and he stares at you, wiping tears away from his eyes “that’s not cool- that scene wasn’t funny at all in the anime-god you shouldn’t be laughing at this.”

Seven has his hands on his knees as you send him into another mini laughing fit.

You stay like this for awhile, feeling a little better after making 707 laugh, despite it not being your original plan at all. You hoped he’d have forgotten all about how you looked and how you ardently tried to hide from him the fact you’ve been a mess these last 2 days.

Now it just feels a little bittersweet. This whole thing is quite similar to how you’ve always dealt with hiding your hurt and pain from others, and a teeny, tiny part of you was sad that you felt the need to hide your feelings and emotions from the guy you adored.

Deep down, you wanted his comfort, but yet, was too afraid to seek it out.

You were now convinced that Seven perhaps truly had no feelings for you other than just as a ‘member of RFA’.

“Anyways...god Seven?”You whispered quietly once his laughter completely dies down. He looks up, having taken off his glasses to wipe his tears again.

“Ah?” He mutters breathlessly, looking at you through his fringe.

You realise you have it real bad, as this sight of him makes your breathe hitch a little and your heart beat faster. You will thoughts of him away as you continue

“I’m going to go and wash up, then um, head to bed now....“ you shift your hands to grip the towel’s ends, making it cover more of your face. Seven seems to notice how tightly you’re gripping the towel, and patiently waits for you to speak as your struggle to find the words.

“..I’m sorry about the other day, today. Well. Everyday. I hope you feel a little better... good night, okay? Take care of yourself, Remember to eat and sleep and I’ll just be here I Guess an—“

you stop yourself. You were rambling again. Pointless rambles. You forced a small smile, internally dying as you were now telling yourself to give up these feelings, bid him good night once more, and gently shut the door.

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I’m sorry about the joke again. I had the idea and I couldn’t put it down.

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