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"A... cake?" Natasha's expression was the epitome of confusion as she blinked repeatedly at the shiny plate placed on her desk, with a slice of what seemed to be a fresh-prepared cake resting on top of it. When Saeran suddenly disappeared for hours on end, she was not expecting to see this once he came back. What kind of trick was this exactly...?

Though, her boss's proud and puffed up appearance indicated that he was more than pleased with himself. Who knows why. Either way, she could only guess that it was going to be at her expense. As it usually was.

Saeran snickered, moving the plate closer to his perplexed assistant. While he usually hated that dumb, doe-eyed look on her face, making her feel all stupid was exactly what he was hoping for right now. He marveled at the opportunity to rob her of any sense of control. At least, that's how he viewed this whole exchange. "Don't give me that look. I know you're probably desperate to take a bite. Trust me, it's just as delicious as it looks. Strawberries are your favorite, are they not?"

Natasha's nose scrunched up slightly as her thoughts raced to make sense of this entire predicament. What was happening? Did they even have time on their hands for... whatever this was? She's pretty sure they had a deadline approaching just hours away... Then again, Saeran's methods were far different from Ray's carefully organized work flow. And he probably wouldn't appreciate her criticizing his work ethic.

She opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by an insufferable groan as Saeran grabbed the plate back into his hand and separated a rather generous piece of cake with a fork, quickly thrusting it to her mouth. When she didn't respond right away, he raised a brow and pushed the sweet treat against her lips, but not going any further than that. She could smell the sweet vanilla mixed in with the strawberry, definitely making her mouth water a little. It sure looked and smelled tasty.

"Go ahead, then. Open wide. You did such a good job with your studies yesterday, I would be a terrible boss not to praise my little pet for being good."

...Alright, now she's sure this is a trick. He wasn't being very subtle about it.

She was unsure if Saeran just didn't want to put in the effort needed for a believable performance or if he really believed this would work on her. Either way, it's not like she was about to call him out on that. As far as she could see, he was in a good mood for once, and she would rather keep it that way. Whatever it may have in store for her.

So, Natasha sighed and leaned in to take the fork into her mouth. Only to have it snatched away from her in an instant. She just watched as Saeran put the piece of cake into his own mouth and exploded in a fit of roaring laughter that bounced off the bare walls of the Intelligence room. He laughed so hard, he even put an arm over his stomach, an action that probably wasn't fully conscious as his body shook in response to the waves of amusement he seemed to find in this whole exchange. She's pretty sure she never saw him laugh this hard before, especially over something so... to be completely frank, rather stupid.

Throughout it all, Natasha remained silent, feeling both puzzled and intrigued. Saeran sure was a mystery. She's pretty sure that the laughter was genuine. Did he seriously find it this funny? It was almost kind of... cute. In a very peculiar way. She was starting to understand why he looked so proud and energized when he entered. Did he plan this whole thing in advance? Now if that isn't excessive, she doesn't know what is.

It appeared that Saeran would have a good time playing pranks. Though, he probably didn't know about that activity in the first place. And she wasn't about to tell him. Who knows what kind of things she would have to deal with if she does.

"Oh, you should've seen your face! God- You looked so dumb!" Saeran cackled and started to bang his hand against the table a little. Natasha found it hard to suppress her own laughter when she saw the unusual sight, having to bite her lip to prevent anything from slipping. Saeran looked so proud of himself, that she is sure he was blissfully unaware of just how silly this all looked from the outside perspective. If he did, he wouldn't be acting this way in the first place.

"You got me, boss... How could you do this?" She found herself playing along, even though she couldn't control the light smile on her face as her eyes kept following the hacker. There was some amusement to be found in this strange situation. One she wouldn't voice outloud, but would indulge in nonetheless.

Saeran seemed totally oblivious to the 'victim' of his prank having a good time. After a bout of laughter, he released a final loud 'Ha!' before settling down and crossing his arms over his chest cockily. He leaned his hip against the desk in a way that radiated arrogance.

"You must be a real airhead if you think I would ever bake a cake just for you! This should be a nice lesson for you, assistant. Be grateful I am willing to give you such a heads-on approach."

Natasha blinked. Stumped.

Wait-

Did he...

Did Saeran make this cake? To perform this 'prank' on her? Is that why he was gone for hours? Was he out there, baking a whole entire cake, just for a joke?

"...You are something else boss" She murmured after a brief pause, shaking her head slightly.

"I sure am."

He was unaware of what she meant by that, wasn't he? By the looks of his confident smirk, he thought she was impressed by him or something. And, in a way, she was.

Just not in the way he would be pleased with, probably.

Still, in spite of it all, it was... nice to see this more silly and lighthearted side of Saeran. Even if it was in such a bizarre manner. She didn't mind being the cause of his laughter occasionally. Maybe she'll put up with some silly pranks in the future.

...And, his smile appeared somewhat cute for a brief moment when he was consumed by his own enjoyment and didn't care about appearing intimidating. A small glimpse into the human side of him that he seemed so set on denying. She kind of wished to see that more often.

Turns out, Saeran is a very talented baker.

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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Looking at the Stars

Suit!Saeran/cmc Natasha Stakh;

If there's something she did love about living at Magenta, it's the ability to enjoy the perfect view at the clear sky above, especially during the night hours. She never would have guessed that this same exact sky would help her see the strength within her that she has been blind to all this time. And that Saeran would be the one that pushed her to seek it out.

"Quit ogling at the sky, and listen to what I'm telling you!"

A small yelp resonated throughout the peaceful quiet of a lush garden, spooking a couple of stray mice that were quick to skitter beneath the nearest bush in search of safety. Nighttime at Magenta was the perfect opportunity for every tired believer that has worked earnestly throughout their day to take a deep breath and appreciate this little opening to spend some time all by themselves without any new duties weighing heavy on their shoulders, be it by taking a relaxed stroll through the beautiful corridors of their home, or visiting the observatory to watch the night sky their Savior praised to them so much.

Unfortunately, you don't get such pleasant luxuries when your role is being the personal assistant of none other than the head of the intelligence unit. Natasha was just as busy as Saeran, which meant that she was busy throughout every second of her day. Day and night often blended together into one dizzying concoction of piles upon piles of documents and symbols shining on countless of monitors. While it did somewhat help to know that your partner is pretty much just as busy as you are in this ordeal, and they're not slacking off in the slightest, it would be a bitter lie on Natasha's part to say that she did not envy most of her fellow believers when it came to a healthy work schedule, if you could even call it that. Saeran and his assistant were very much alike in their worn-out appearance: deep bags under their eyes and all.

Granted, even if she did suddenly have the opportunity to enjoy a proper break all on her own for once, it wouldn't feel right for her to push all of her current responsibilities onto her boss, even if she was sure he could handle it on his own just fine. She may not be the smartest or the quickest assistant in this building... But she is, for sure, one of the most dedicated ones, regardless of whether she enjoyed the job she was assigned with or not. If she was tasked with something, she would fight tooth and nail to do it and do it well.

Natasha may not be the best, but she's a hard worker, and she's willing to get her hands dirty if needed. Perhaps, that is why she's still in this privileged position, regardless of some stupid mistakes she causes them from time to time. She didn't know, and frankly, she was too ashamed to ask. As always, she simply went with the flow, too scared to make any choices, not only for herself but also for Ray and Saeran.

Though, today was a bit different from their usual busy routine.

Rubbing at her reddened cheek that was pinched between Saeran's cold fingers just a few moments prior, she raised her eyes at her boss's annoyed expression. At least he didn't snap at her with yet another insult about her being a total airhead or something. It seems like he was in a pretty good mood today, from what she could tell from him so far.

Well, Saeran's good mood still did not mean much in regards to his demeanor towards her, but dealing with a teasing Saeran was definitely way better than dealing with a pissed-off Saeran with his extreme mood swings that would exhaust them both by the time his screaming fits would subside. She hummed, pressing her lips together in an apprehensive apology, careful not to make any wrong move and set him off on accident. "Sorry... I, uh, I blacked out."

Well, that sure sounds stupid - her inner voice whispered in her ears, making her cheeks flush with further embarrassment. It's not her fault his rant sounded like total gibberish! While her thoughts played out in one language, Saeran's words were being said in another. Coupled with her tendency to get lost in her own head at times, it's no wonder she just stood there, utterly oblivious to the world around her, like a newborn chic.

He scoffed, clearly, a bit offended by her lack of engagement, turning away from her with both of his arms crossed tightly against his chest. If she didn't know any better, she would assume that she just hurt his feelings or something. His sharp stature resembled one of a sulky kid. "Whatever. Thanks to you, I lost my motivation to continue, so I hope you're happy, assistant."

She couldn't help but cringe at his sickly-sweet tone of voice, quite definitely hiding a bitter poison just underneath this deceiving surface of honey. Still, she could not afford to look away. Not after she just got caught practically ignoring him on the spot. If there's something Saeran hated, it's to be ignored by someone when he was speaking to them directly. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be in the mood for tormenting her any further for today. Instead, he plopped down onto the nearest bench, quite literally dragging her along with him by the wrist.

To be completely honest, it's a miracle she didn't fall flat on her face right then and there. Abruptly losing her balance, all she could do was stumble along, frantically waving her free arm up in the air and twisting her torso just enough for her to collapse on the side of the bench, bumping her forehead onto its wooden railing in the process. No way would she allow herself to fall right onto his lap like that! He would never allow something so intruding! So, some sacrifices had to be made.

It wasn't at all surprising to her to hear her wicked boss practically explode with cackling laughter, only making her cheeks burn up further. Ugh... Now she didn't want to raise her head from this bench at all...

"Are you seriously that ungraceful? Ray shouldn't have called you a 'princess', he should have called you a 'simpleton'!"

"You're the one who pulled me down." She didn't even think twice before opening her mouth to speak. It's rare for her to talk back to him in any way, but this was just too humiliating for her to keep listening to quietly.

"A proper lady would have enough dignity in her to understand how to fall with grace, you know. Though, I doubt someone like you would know anything about grace." This comment of his was clearly way more vicious in nature than the previous one he made. While just before he was only poking fun at her display in his own strange way, this time, he was obviously aiming to hurt her with his words. Natasha bit onto her lip, pushing down the immediate response that bubbled up to the surface at his insult. This is exactly why she shouldn't have talked back to him from the very beginning. She should know by now that she's not going to win here.

Saeran knew what to say to make it hurt.

Still, something inside of her refused to back down and accept this. Was it anger? Annoyance? Stubbornness? She didn't know. But, as she shifted in her place to sit up properly, yet another dry remark left her lips in a quiet yet perfectly clear murmur. "Like you know anything about being a proper lady."

Some part of her was terrified to lift her gaze onto his face. She was acting way out of line here, and his good mood was very unlikely to save her from some proper discipline that was waiting for her just around the corner. Just as the thought crossed her mind, a boney hand clasped itself atop of her head, making her face him by force. It wasn't painful, not yet, at least. She should be thankful enough for not having her hair pulled or being pushed right onto the ground for acting so boldly. Shutting her eyes tightly, she waited for her punishment, in whatever form it may come.

Although... Why is she imagining such cruel and awful things inside of her mind? While it's true that Saeran had a very nasty way of getting under her skin with his sharp tongue, it's not like he pushed her around much physically. Aside from some rare exceptions during an especially heated moment, he barely laid a hand on her. So, why is she so used to expecting something so horrible to come her way? And why is she accepting this outcome so easily without even trying to avoid it? Was Saeran really as cruel and sadistic as her imagination painted him out to be?

Natasha didn't know the answer to these questions. Or, maybe, she simply didn't see it, even when her answer was right in front of her nose, burning holes through her skull with his intense glare, even if she couldn't meet his heated gaze behind her shut eyelids. With bated breath, she kept quiet as a mouse, refusing to utter a single word to him.

"You have such a smart mouth sometimes, yet you refuse to even look at me. Pathetic." Saeran sneered right in her face, only making her desire to shrink in on herself even more appealing. She hated being confronted like this, and she hated not having any leeway for her to escape to. Perhaps, she simply didn't like being faced with her cowardly nature so adamantly. Truth is, he was right. It was so much like her to say something meaningful in the moment, only to backtrack out of fear and pretend like it never even happened. Either way, all she could do was clench her jaw tightly, and hope, that he would leave her alone soon enough. "If you're saying something to me, I expect you to own up to it, not tremble and whimper like a rabbit. Now, tell me loud and clear: are you doubting my knowledge?"

Much to her disappointment, he didn't leave her alone. What is she supposed to do now? Surely he would get bored of her silence eventually, right? But, the tightening of his firm hold on her hair told her more than any verbal warning ever could. Wincing - not out of pain or fear, but out of shame - she cracked one of her eyes open, glancing up into the burning pools of bright mint instantly pulling her in, like a pair of beautiful whirlpools right in the middle of the calm ocean. His eyes were so much brighter and livelier than hers ever were. Despite all of his anger and ferocity, his eyes were shining with life as he fought through every hurdle this cruel place threw at him. It was a different kind of shine than Ray's eyes had, even though they shared one body. While Ray's tired stare sparkled with an uncertain hopefulness she came to cherish so much, Saeran's stern gaze was one of passion and strive. Truly, she admired him for that. She admired them both for their resilience in this scary situation, whether they even realized just how suffocating this environment really was, or not.

Some small part of her felt like she was only pulling them down. Some part of her wished someone much more genuine and brave would take her place by their side. Someone who wouldn't be too scared to open up their heart to them and motivate them to seek out the path that they truly deserve, instead of staying stuck in here because it's all they know. Maybe, that's why she's so invested in their recent search for a new 'tester' for their Savior's mission.

Although, the idea of her being replaced by someone much brighter than her did sting a little. Not like her feelings mattered. Life was too ruthless for you to care about your feelings being hurt. All she had to do was bow her head low, go with the flow, and try to keep those closest to her safe, without risking her own skin in the process.

Much easier said than done.

Natasha sighed, lowering her eyes onto her sweaty palms rubbing nervously against each other. She should just get this over with. So, against her better judgment, she gave up on trying to prove her point or defending herself. Her voice came out as a meek whisper, barely audible even to her own ears. "I'm not. I'm sorry. What I said was really out of line and uncalled for. I'm sure you know better than me when it comes to these things."

God, she sounds absolutely pathetic. Maybe he really does have a better idea of being graceful than her.

Saeran huffed, moving away from her so abruptly, she almost lost her balance for the second time for today. Glancing up at his face, she could see that he was not at all not pleased with her answer. Was she not sincere enough in his point of view? Or was her apology too short? Maybe she'll just need to repeat her words louder for him to feel satisfied?

"Don't apologize to someone when you don't really mean it. It's annoying and very arrogant of you." She blinked, processing his statement that was so different from what she was expecting to hear from him right about now. He looked almost... disappointed with her answer. What was he expecting of her, if not total obedience? Truly, Saeran was almost as confusing as her own mind sometimes.

"I, uh... I'm... sorry?"

He rolled his eyes at that, quite literally ignoring her second awkward apology like he didn't even hear it. Instead, he lifted his head up to the sky, leaning his back onto the bench in a rather relaxed motion, before changing the subject altogether. "What were you even looking at, anyway? Since it's clearly more important to you than your boss's words. Do enlighten me, assistant."

Her heart skipped a beat at his strange demand, a small lump slowly forming itself right in the middle of her throat. Why is he asking her this? Surely he doesn't actually care about anything she might have thought about. But... It's not like she can lie and pretend like it was nothing now. She doesn't even really want to do that, for some odd reason. Trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering about deep in the pit of her stomach, she too returned her attention back to the starry sky unraveling itself high above them. It didn't take long for her to find the object of her wandering thoughts.

After all, it was very hard to miss it once you knew where to look.

"I was... Well, do you... see that one star? Right over there?" Unsurely, she scooted just a little bit closer to raise her hand up high and point her finger in the approximate direction of one particular sparkling dot she was talking about. Seeing as her partner kept quiet without interrupting her timid explanation, she continued, gaining more confidence in her voice the longer she spoke. "That's Sirius. It's one of the stars located in the belt of Orion. See how all these little stars are sort of clumped together there? That's the belt. Sirius is usually one of the easiest stars to find since it's so bright."

"Seems like a bunch of useless gibberish to me," Saeran said that, yet his cool gaze did not stray from the star she was informing him about. For some reason, just this small detail was enough to make the corners of her mouth lift slightly upwards, although she did not comment on this obvious contradiction of his. Was he, perhaps, too embarrassed to admit his interest in front of her?

For the first time in a while, Natasha found herself free from all the doubts and fears that were usually floating around inside of her head. There was no worry about the future, or regret about the past in her worn-out heart. There was only the present, and this lighthearted moment between them, even if there was a ton of things still left unsaid. She chuckled under her breath, lowering down her hand to absentmindedly kick off her shoes and put both of her legs up onto the bench, hugging her knees and resting her chin atop of them.

"Maybe. I just... you don't see the night sky so clearly in the city. It's all hidden away from the light pollution or heavy smoke. But, since Sirius is so bright, it can even be seen in the city at times. I know a lot about other constellations as well. It was my grand-" She caught herself before she could finish her sentence. Swallowing down some of the unwanted emotions coming back onto the surface, she then continued, correcting her mistake. "It was my neighbor who taught me all about it. He was such a lovely old man... His family was all living in the big city, so he was all alone in his tiny apartment for most of the time. Kind of like me. He was always so excited to talk about all the things he loved... and I was happy to listen. He even asked me to call him 'grandpa Alan', though we weren't related whatsoever. I guess he was lonely since he had no one to talk to face-to-face like that. He could talk about the stars and space for hours on end. He told me... that Sirius became a very special star in his heart because it reminded him of me. I never understood him. After all, Sirius is one of the brightest stars out there... That doesn't sound like me at all."

The light laughter that bubbled up in her chest was a bittersweet one. Natasha had to blink away a couple of stray tears as she kept her eyes locked on the bright star shining above the rest. "But, he was a stubborn man. Told me I was just too young to understand. I wish... I wish he could see this night sky. He would surely love it so much."

It wasn't until she caught Saeran staring down at her that she realized that she got too carried away with all this reminiscing. Feeling embarrassed of dumping all of this information onto him seemingly out of nowhere, when he didn't even ask her to, she quickly wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her blouse, hoping he wouldn't tease her too much for this.

"But, uh, that was all in the past, so- Not like it matters now. My life as your assistant and our Savior's believer is much more meaningful."

Her words were way too rushed and disingenuous for him to fall for that, she could tell that clear as day. All she could do now was shift in her place and brace for any impact that could come her way, be it in the form of mockery, laughter, or even anger.

Saeran kept unusually quiet as they sat there in tense silence, each of them left to their own individual thoughts. Natasha was way too scared to sneak a glance at him, but it did make her anxious to just sit there and wait. Finally, she could hear the faint rustling of fabric, as he too adjusted his posture for convenience.

"I guess that answers where you got your annoying stubbornness from."

"Huh-?" That sounded so out of nowhere for her that she didn't even have time to think before her head snapped back into his direction so abruptly, she almost gave herself a whiplash. Did she even hear him right? "What's that supposed to mean?"

She didn't intend to sound demanding or annoyed. She was simply confused. Her? Stubborn? That didn't sound like her at all. She wasn't stubborn... in fact, she was the total opposite of stubbornness. Just how many times in her life did she back out of something that could potentially better her life out of nothing but fear of failure? How many times did she lie to someone, simply because she was too scared of opening up her heart and being hurt? How many times did she give up on something she knew in her heart was the right thing to do, for no other reason than the fear of confrontation?

She wasn't stubborn, she was a coward.

So, why is Saeran saying this to her? She could understand Ray viewing her as something much greater than she could ever be, but Saeran? This simply didn't seem right.

The young man met her shocked stare head-on, simply raising a brow in a rather cool-headed manner. Looking back on this very moment, it's funny how their roles could switch so abruptly. Now, she was the one boiling over with emotions she couldn't possibly understand, while Saeran was the stoic figure that was the source of all this confusion. Either way, right now, Natasha was just too tuned in to this conversation to care. It wasn't long before he gave her his answer, nonchalantly rolling his eyes beforehand, like this was something as obvious as the color of the sky to him.

"What? Did you think you were a perfect princess who could do no wrong or something? Don't give me that look - you look stupid." He grumbled, lightly poking her leg with his knee as if this simple gesture would change her face like flipping channels on the television. Either way, before she could retort anything back to him, he continued his line of thought, albeit making it known, just how annoying it was to explain this to her with his gruff voice. "But, I guess you are stupid to not see the obvious. Look, I don't know a damn about this 'neighbor' of yours, but you are just as stubborn and weird as him."

"But- But I'm not stubborn!" She couldn't remember the last time she ever raised her voice like that. But, for some reason, she just couldn't let this go. No, she refused to accept this so easily. So, with her hands balled up into shaky fists, she leaned into his direction, keeping her eyes locked firmly onto his. "I don't have any true passions as he did - I don't even know anything useful! And I'm- I'm definitely not stubborn. Stubborn people are headstrong and determined. I'm not like that. So don't... don't compare us like that. He's- He's much greater than I could ever hope to become. I don't care what you think about me, just please don't view him as someone who's similar to me."

Once again, she had no filter. Why is she being so open with Saeran of all people? Even Ray did not know this much about her personal feelings on the matter.

This was dangerous.

"You really are a complete airhead. Can't you see you're only proving my point here? And that's how you always are. Annoying, whiney, and stubborn as a mule. How are you refusing to listen to me right now different from him refusing to listen to you before? I tell you that you're my toy, yet you refuse to act as one, though you like to pretend like you're a broken princess beyond repair. I don't know what your game is but don't try to act like you're my perfect servant when we both know that's not the case. You may act all sad and loyal, but you're a bad liar. If that's not stubbornness, I don't know what is. I despise that about you."

Natasha opened her mouth to say something - anything - only to close it. She was at a loss for words. No, rather, she wanted to rebuke his ridiculous conclusions. But, she couldn't. Maybe, that's because he was right. Maybe, she really was stubborn. Is that why it's so hard to accept his words as truth?

"...If you despise me that much, why haven't you thrown me away by now?" Truly, she didn't know where this bold question came from. Her question wasn't one said out of pain or sadness. Only curiosity. For some reason, she just couldn't take his last statement seriously. It didn't sound genuine.

No... It did sound genuine. It just didn't sound... hateful. How strange.

"..."

Saeran did not answer. This time, it was him turning his head away from her as she waited patiently for his response. Cursing under his breath, he barked back a curt answer that did not bring any satisfaction to her growing interest. "Well, I don't have time to search for a replacement! Plus, I would never hear the end of it from that weakling. If you're gone... It would get too annoying, so be grateful!"

She blinked, unsure of how to respond to something that. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat for the second time today, making her chest feel light and warm from within. It was so strange to feel like this from such a cross statement. But, even if she didn't figure out her answer quite yet, her heart could feel it. Saeran... He didn't hate her. Not really. Maybe... Maybe he even cared about her, in his own Saeran way.

But, that's an idea she was quick to brush off before her thoughts could wander off into the direction that was completely forbidden in their situation.

So, she merely smiled shyly, placing her chin back onto her knees to make him more comfortable. "Okay."

Nothing was said between the two of them after that. And, as Natasha raised her eyes back onto the night sky above, sneaking a glance at the star she cherished so dearly, she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. Sirius was shining brighter than ever before, sparkling down at her, like a tiny sun.

Was Alan happy with the way things were now? Maybe... he too could feel his true nature Saeran was trying to conceal from everybody. Maybe he was happy they found each other, against all odds.

Such a thought made her smile wider, whispering a silent 'thank you' in her native tongue.

After this night, she will try to stop hiding in fear. After this night, she will follow her heart, even if she's scared. After this night, she will embrace her stubbornness, instead of denying it.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #suit saeran #saeran x cmc #suit saeran x cmc #saeran x oc #suit saeran x oc #oc natasha stakh #had a tough week so i treated myself to writing smth about my blorbos #might or might not one day actually create a cohesive series with their story jftjftht #also hope suit is not ooc here #it's hard writing him being nice but like #in his own suit saeran way that feels authentic #i hope i managed to do that #but this one is written from natasha's perspective so her perception of him is a bit biased

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natasha-in-space · 2 years

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Heavily inspired by @marshmallowprotection's pocket Saeran au! While originally I planned to leave it on this, I just couldn't help myself, so here's a fic featuring my cmc Natasha below. This turned out way longer than I originally intended for it to be, but I quite like the final result nonetheless. Oh, and btw: Natasha plays the role of Ray's/Saeran's assistant rather the being a tester for the RFA app!

"No, that's not the right code! What did I tell you!? This is your third attempt, and you STILL can't grasp the solution to this one simple problem that I've already laid out clearly for you!? What, apparently you can't even type correctly!?"

With a heavy sigh, Natasha buried her head into her elbows, tightly squeezing her eyes shut in a feeble attempt to block out yet another fit of yelling assaulting her ears. Her head was slowly starting to pound from the sheer amount of information she was desperately trying to process in the shortest amount of time possible, while her eyes were already drying up from hours of meticulous grueling work in front of multiple bright monitors. Her entire body seemed to be begging her for rest, or at the very least, even a minute to stretch her stiff limbs and distract herself with literally anything else other than countless of symbols on the annoyingly bright computer screen in front of her.

Ever since Saeran had shrunk to the size of a newborn kitten in one day - to the sheer shock of them both - she had tried her very best to carry out their shared responsibilities on her own shoulders, under the strict guidance of her boss. However... she's not sure how long she can hold out like this.

Natasha's assignments as an assistant hardly included work on Magenta's code or general software, not after Ray concluded that it was much more productive for them both to delegate and leave all the paperwork to her, along with various applicable tasks that he had to occasionally focus on, instead of his main tasks. Thus, they both worked in areas which they were most efficient in, while at the same time easing each other's workload. And even with Saeran's strict instructions right at her ear, her energy and concentration could only take her so far. It took her only a couple hours of uninterrupted work until her fingers began to ache and she unconsciously started to miss out on even the most obvious of mistakes in dozens of words on multiple screens.

However... It's not like she could blame Saeran right now. She couldn't even imagine what it was like for him in this situation.

Moreover, she could feel that all these screams and insults he continuously threw at her were simply a manifestation of his fears and paranoia, which were quite difficult for him to cope with at the moment. The Savior cannot know about this. And his whole life, at this very moment, was in her hands. Literally. He easily fits in the palm of her hand - harming him would be so easy, even by mere accident. The only thing left for him to do was shout, yell and appear as intimidating as his size could allow him to be.

No wonder he's been so on edge lately.

So... Natasha tried not to dwell too much on his venomous words that were slipping off the tip of his tongue one after another in a fit of utter frustration and helplessness. He was simply expressing his feelings as best he could, given his heavily limited resources.

She was pulled out of her musings about their troubling situation by a slight jerk to the side, accompanied by a small pain shooting in her temple. Twitching in her seat, the girl tried to carefully return to a proper sitting position, while doing her best as to not accidentally push Saeran onto the floor when lifting her head.

He pulled at her hair - Natasha quite quickly figured out what was the matter. She had to maneuver awkwardly in her seat, holding out her palm to him for safety, until he successfully settled onto her shoulder where he could interact with her most closely. Her hair might be quite long, but she certainly didn't want to test whether or not he could hold onto the thick strands with enough strength as to not fall off.

It's rather intriguing how quickly they developed a system of sorts out of non-verbal interactions with each other, given the drastic change in communication between them.

Turning her head to the tiny hacker on her shoulder, she was met with a pair of irritated mint eyes.

...oh yeah, he's definitely not in the mood.

Saeran clenched his teeth, trying to sound as menacing as possible, given his unique eccentric circumstances.

"And how long are you planning to lie around doing nothing, huh? Should I remind you for the hundredth time of the importance of what you do here? Or is your brain so impossibly small that the concept of 'duty' is too complicated for you?" He spat out with clear venom in his rough voice.

She couldn't help the raw feeling of disappointment blooming deep within her chest, listening to these harsh words. Her boss regressed to the same old cruel insults and humiliation that Natasha now had to deal with on a daily basis yet again. Not that he was a tender angel to her before this, but now it felt like he was on a crisp of exploding at her at every single insignificant mistake she made.

It was suffocating and draining.

Saeran was scared and tired, she understood that.

But this applies to her in equal part as well. She simply wanted him to understand this fundamental fact and quit trying his very best to see her as a villain that was ready to pounce onto him at any moment of vulnerability on his part. They're in this mess together... just because his position is more vulnerable doesn't mean that she immediately becomes the one with all the control at her fingertips. However... she had no desire to argue with him or respond with anger to anger. That wouldn't solve anything.

So, with yet another tired sigh falling from her lips, Natasha raised her palm to the miniature man on her shoulder, offering her hand as a platform of sorts for easy movement. She avoided his piercing gaze, chewing on her bottom lip. Her voice came out in an unsure half-whisper, with her testing the waters and hoping that she'll successfully calm him down, at least a little bit.

"Saeran... We need a break. I won't be able to do a good job when I'm this easily distracted, and I think you understand that very well. It would be much better to give both of us some time to recuperate, so that we can get back to work with renewed vigor and achieve much better results at the end of the day. You know, rather trying to finish something when we're both on edge like this?"

Despite a clear audible sneer of annoyance on his side, he obeyed, jumping down into her palm and allowing her to gingerly wrap her thumb around his tiny torso as a safety net. He folded his arms across his chest, clearly not feeling pleased with her offer.

"...At this rate, the Savior will become suspicious in a matter of days, stupid toy."

Natasha hummed under her breath as she gently lowered her boss onto the smooth surface of their shared desk, where they could look at each other face to face. She folded both of her arms on the table, resting her chin on her hands and thus lowering herself down to his level, where he could reach out and touch the tip of her nose with his hand.

"I know..."

She sounded hoarse and completely worn out - a perfect representation of her exhausted state of mind after days of grueling work. She reached forward, her fingertip briefly touching the tangled mop of his white hair, before he had time to quickly step back and push her finger away with an angry scowl on his face. Just like she expected him to do. At this size, he even looked... kind of cute like that.

Natasha hid the lower half of her face in her arms, thus concealing a small cheerful smile that helplessly tugged at the corners of her lips, despite her best efforts to hold it back. She didn't want him to think she was laughing at him, after all.

"We'll figure something out."

The words sounded somewhat naive and even stupid, she got that. A childish belief that everything will inevitably work out, and they will be able to find a path to their happiness while also avoiding any harm on the way.

As if confirming her internal concussions, Saeran grimaced in clear revulsion, clenching his hands at his sides into small fists.

"You know how much I hate empty promises like that."

Natasha could not ignore a brief glimpse of hurt in his clouded mint eyes, as if her words made him think of something extremely unpleasant to him. A short reminder of a distant past that was still a mysterious and complex puzzle for her. A puzzle that she'll have to solve sometime in the future. At least, he noticeably calmed down, although he is very unlikely to admit it out loud to her face like that. One way or another, now he was talking to her in a relatively calm tone. He stopped trying to desperately ground himself through endless screams and threats, which were only making him feel more stressed out at the end of the day.

She lifted her head off her elbows once again, facing him fully now. She tentatively searched his gaze with her own, feeling an odd need to reassure him any way she could. This odd sense of determination gave her enough courage to speak out yet again, more firmly this time.

"Saeran, no matter what happens... I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. You don't have to believe me right now, I know that these are just words, nothing more. But even if the Savior finds out... I will do my best to keep you safe."

She gave him a small reassuring smile, though her green eyes seemed much more sorrowful and fatigued when compared to her seemingly warm and kind facial expression.

"After all, you're doing your best for Magenta even now, I don't see any reason for her to be angry with you. I consider your diligence and perseverance to be worthy of respect, not disappointment."

Natasha unconsciously bounced her leg up and down with a quick anxious rhythm, carefully picking out her next words as to not annoy him too much with her silly attempt at consoling. She stuttered.

"...B-but hey, I am quite confident that we can find a way out of this ordeal without any worst-case scenario occurring!"

She swiftly realized that she started babbling away once again, her face flushing with an embarrassed blush at her own unnecessarily long speech. Oh yes, she and Ray could share long conversations about anything and nothing for hours on end, not stopping for a single minute, until their voices felt horse from talking for so long. They both tended to get lost in their thoughts and daydreams, oftentimes even forgetting about the world surrounding them in the process.

On the other hand, Saeran was inclined to express his inner feelings through actions rather than words. Which made this slight difference between them somewhat embarrassing at times.

Saeran's gaze was fixed to the side, and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, casting a dark shadow on his incredibly pale features. It seems that her words had caused him to rethink some of his own deductions, prompting him to carefully consider his course of action for a proper response to her statements.

Although, Natasha did not at all expect loud gratitude, or joy for her meek support. More so, the girl did not want anything from him at all. All she wished for was to provide him at least a small bit of comfort amidst the raging storm of seemingly endless obstacles and problems of all kinds that had surrounded him in these past couple of days.

So, she waited patiently, not interfering in any way and not invading his small bubble of personal space.

He was just as worn out as her. While maybe he was no longer torturing himself with long hours of grueling work at his desk, this did not at all mean that all these new changes, to which he had to adapt whether he wanted to or not, did not fall on his shoulders as a heavy burden. Not to mention the fears about what awaits him in the future that constantly haunted him. None of them knew how the Savior would react to such a bizarre change, and they did not really want to find out. Nobody needed to voice these concerns out loud to confirm that. No one knew how long he would have to stay in this form before everything would return to normal.

...would it return to normal?

Another question that even Natasha herself was too scared to say out loud.

She understood his feelings.

Saeran has always been the 'strongest' - the sword and shield that will protect both himself and their eternal paradise until his very last breath like the vicious hurricane destroying everything in it's path without any mercy. The one before whom everyone trembled and bowed their heads both in deep respect and fear. The one who the Saviour trusted with her own safety wholeheartedly. In his current state... how is he supposed to support this fragile role entrusted onto him? It's no wonder he's so short-tempered and restless lately.

And although Natasha certainly would love for her boss to see more in himself than just this one extreme trait, due to which he is eternally obliged to continue to prove his usefulness... Kind words alone can only take you so far. And yet, she tried time and time again.

Finally, Saeran responded, quietly huffing under his breath and averting his gaze.

"I don't need your protection or pity, airhead... Don't talk to me like I'm a helpless weed begging for sun and water to survive."

The phrase came out hardly as sharp and indifferent as he most likely intended for it to be. Natasha could have sworn she heard his voice involuntarily tremble at the last couple of words, causing him to turn his head away from her only further. He refused to raise his eyes up to her face again, only staring bitterly somewhere at his feet. It hurt to see him so dull and fatigued as opposed to his usual fiery self.

The girl cocked her head to the side, slowly and carefully sliding her index finger across the rough surface of the table and stopping inches away from her tiny boss, leaving him room to breathe, and at the same time, wishing to express her compassion one way or another.

Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper that slipped past her lips in a soft melody, loud enough to reach his ears, but too quiet to be audible outside of their shared private space.

"Well... I don't know how you'll feel about it, but to me, you're still one of the strongest people I've ever met, Saeran. Even in front of a situation that's so unbelievably confusing and scary to you, you still do your best. You keep moving forward no matter what. Fitting in the palm of my hand hasn't shrunk my admiration for you at all."

Giving him a faint but sincere smile, Natasha turned her green eyes to the large stack of papers on the side, deciding not to keep her thoughts hidden inside her own head this one time. A quiet hum escaped past her lips.

"But, you know... there's nothing wrong with being afraid either. After all, for me courage doesn't mean the absence of fears or worries, but the decision to move on despite them. Having doubts and fears doesn't make you more or less resilient. More so, when you think about it this way, fear is also a kind of concern for one's well-being. If we were not afraid of heights or darkness, it would be very easy for us to hurt ourselves, don't you agree?"

She crossed her legs on her seat, thoughtfully resting her chin on her free palm.

"Sometimes, there is nothing wrong with listening to your inner troubles, whatever they may be."

A certain melancholy filled her dull gaze as she started gently tapping on the surface of the table with her forefinger: a nervous habit that tended to come out in all its glory whenever she sank too deep into her own mind. She continued, paying no mind to the rhythmic sound of drumming filling the air around them.

"-And weeds need sunlight and fresh water, even when they're in bloom and are reaching for the sunny sky. Just because a flower looks healthy and strong does not mean that it does not need the same love and care as flowers that have wilted for whatever reason. You should provide them with all of your warmth regardless of their states. Sometimes, a flower may look like it's flourishing, but in reality, it needs some sort of care."

Before Natasha could continue her allegory, she was interrupted by the rough annoyed groan of a young hacker nearby.

"-You're starting to sound like that marshmallow boy, stop it. It's grossing me out to hear such lovey-dovey speeches, especially from you."

Saeran folded his arms across his chest, glaring at her with slightly puffed-out cheeks, like a grumpy cat demanding for attention. Once again, she couldn't help but point out just how utterly adorable he looked right now, making her want to try poking his cheek at least once.

...Of course, in the end, she decided not to. Besides, he is unlikely to enjoy being the object of her cooing due to his small size. Instead, Natasha let out a good-natured giggle as she tucked a lock of stray hair behind her ear and returned to the reality in front of her, shifting her gaze back to the white-haired man below.

"Hehehe, yeah, we definitely can't let that happen, can we? But I hope my 'lovey-dovey speech' touched you in one way or another."

A playful wink lightened up her tired features, while she puffed out her chest in false bravado.

"I was completely sincere with you, after all!"

He arched an eyebrow at her. Seems like he didn't appreciate her playfulness that much.

"Are you seriously playing cheeky with me right now, toy?"

Natasha faked deep astonishment, covering her mouth with her palm and letting out a soft gasp of shock.

"Sir, what are you saying? I'm in no position to allow myself to be playing cheeky with you! All my words are the pure and honest truth. That's why I am your assistant, don't you agree with me?"

Saeran rolled his eyes at her, suddenly reaching out and sharply pinching at her fingertip, which still rested defenselessly beside him. Not expecting such a direct move from him at all, the girl squeaked in bewilderment, instinctively pulling her hand back and staring at him with shocked pair of green eyes the size of dinner plates.

Pleased with her stunned reaction, Saeran chuckled with his trademark smirk now playing on his lips. He cocked his head to the side with a sort of defiance in his cool mint eyes.

"What was it you said? I think I didn't hear you clear enough, would you care to repeat that for me? You've become too arrogant for your own good, silly toy. Don't think you can escape your punishment for this just because I'm physically unable to enact it on you just yet. You know very well how sharp my memory is, so don't expect to slip away when everything will go back to normal."

He leaned forward, confidently folding his arms behind his back.

"In addition to that, I'm more than assured that you've already rested quite enough during all this time babbling about nonsense. Your long useless speeches are plenty of proof of that. Now get to work!"

Natasha sighed in defeat, drooping her shoulders and obediently grabbing a stack of papers that demanded her attention at a distance.

"Roger that, boss... But, would it be too arrogant of me to ask for your permission to take care of this part of the job first? My eyes are tired of staring at the monitor all day..."

She put on her most pitiful expression, hoping to take advantage of his good mood while she still had this rare chance.

With a little bit of effort, Saeran climbed onto the stack of papers, staring at her with a defiant spark glittering with renewed fire in his previously dim eyes. This sight involuntarily made her smile with joy, despite the very possible refusal of her bold request. Natasha definitely much more preferred seeing him like this, rather than when he was so blinded by his inner demons that anger and fear consumed all of his thoughts, forcing him to wear himself out to the very limit.

And it was quite funny how domineering his posture looked with such small stature, she couldn't lie.

"I still can't believe Ray chose such a useless assistant for himself, but... that's the way it is. However, if I don't see this stack of papers finished in an hour, you'll regret it, got that!?"

Her grin only grew in size as she nodded enthusiastically, feeling a new rush of motivation to keep working hard rushing through her body.

"Yes, boss!"

They will find a way out. Natasha was sure of that.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #suit saeran #saeran choi #mm saeran #saeran x oc #mm oc #oc natasha stakh #had a pocket au brainrot for a while now so here's my spin on it :)#and yes i will put freckles on saeran whenever i draw him that's the law

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natasha-in-space · 2 years

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'Don't you worry, princess... I'll take away all of your worries.'

Or: sometimes all you need is a careful smooch on the forehead 👉👈

(Ref. by @Rum_good1)

More info dumping under the cut;

I like to believe that Ray can be quite assertive and bold under certain circumstances! While a full on kiss on the lips is something I can imagine happening only during a very special moment, a gentle smooch on your forehead, hand, or cheek is something he can manage just fine, if you've established that you're okay with him doing that. My oc - Nat - is more on the shy side, so she may need some time to sort through her own feelings and find enough courage to express her affections towards Ray openly. I like the thought of them finding new confidence through each other. I might make a post about my girl Natasha in the future if I'll get the time, since I don't want to babble about my oc's too much

So, funny story: this was actually supposed to be a depiction of danger!Ray for a story I'm currently writing! But he turned out so sweet looking, I don't know what to think jfjdtisutdyi

#mystic messenger #mysmes #saeran choi #ray choi #ray x oc #mm oc #my art #?#I'm really not sure if I'll be posting much since I don't have enough time 💀#saving up for a tablet though!#drawing on paper is really stressful lol #and I desperately need a gel pen #cause doing lineart with a ball pen is a damn nightmare #I forgot his rose 😩#I drew it the first time I tried to sketch out his suit but forgot to add it after #might make a separate tag for my oc you never know #oc Natasha Stakh

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Natasha nudged Saeran with her index finger. He made no point in responding to her attempt to grab his attention. As insecure as he was about his power and strength, being reduced to the meager height... of a mere 2 apples tall shredded whatever image he cultivated for himself. He felt vulnerable and weak! It didn't matter how much he tried to hide that, she could see it.

She could see how frustrated and afraid he was. That... was the last thing he wanted her to say, though.

"Saeran," she whispered.

"No," he hissed. The sound was hardly something that could be threatening in the way he intended it to be. He still wasn't ready to talk about it. But, the fact was that the Savior was going to come looking for him sooner or later and she didn't know what to say.

"I need to hide you, at least," Natasha said. It was the best she could do. They were out in the open. There was a chance some of the believers could catch the two of them, and she wasn't supposed to be out here in the first place. He revoked her access a long time ago to travel and the only reason why she made it this far was because he wanted her to be there.

"..."

He didn't make a point of saying anything in pure confirmation but he didn't argue with that, either. At the very least, he understood the position they were in. It wasn't exactly the best situation in the world but they had to do something to make sure that he didn't get hurt.

"I'll be gentle. I promise, Saeran. I just couldn't hurt someone as strong as you even if I wanted to," she supplied. It was the best she had. She quietly lifted him from the floor and slid him into the pocket of her skirt where her phone sat. "I don't think I could get close to your room. So, I'm going to sneak back into mine for the time being."

While it might have been the perfect opportunity to get out of Magenta, she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that by herself. There was no way she could figure out the best way to maneuver away from the mountains and back to civilization.

She just had to ride this out and make sure that he was taken care of.

"I promise it'll be quick."

She was trying to put on a brave face for both of their sakes. The last thing Saeran needed at this moment was even more things for him to worry about. He barely said a word to her today, and it broke her heart to see him this resigned and quiet. Natasha knew her reassurance didn't mean much when they both knew she couldn't hide him forever, but she still tried her very best to lighten his load in every way she could.

"I'll figure this out. I promise." She whispered to him, being careful to not hurt his tiny ears with her voice. He didn't respond and he didn't even look up at her. But, she knew he heard her, and that's all that mattered.

How in the world is she going to figure this out...?

#THE WAY THAT I SCREECHED WHEN I SAW THIS JFTJFTHT #i wish i could do more but a fully fleshed out artwork takes me a week to complete :(#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #suit saeran #pocket suit saeran #saeran x cmc #suit saeran x cmc #oc natasha stakh

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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Suit!Saeran/cmc Natasha Stakh;

A result of a vampire Suit brainrot I've been having for a while now.

(Used ref. by @BANSEXGA on Twitter)

"Are you... okay...?"

Saeran gritted his teeth, slamming the thick door shut behind him with a distinct thud, which made his assistant visibly twitch in her chair. Was she intending to do that or not, he did not know. What he did know was just how much it annoyed him to see that wary body language coming from her.

He hated seeing her cower at the sight of him like a stray puppy begging for his mercy, and, all at the same time, he absolutely despised it whenever she decided to act arrogantly by trying to tell him what he should be doing with his life. It felt like her mere existence was making his blood boil, and yet, she was still here, right by his side throughout almost every minute of his day, despite his numerous threats to get rid of her time and time again. Deep inside, he knew perfectly well, just how paradoxical this whole ordeal was. But like hell he'll admit it out loud in front of this airhead.

He growled menacingly, closing an already fairly small distance between them with only a few wide steps and making his sour mood crystal clear by forcefully slamming both of his hands onto the surface of the table, causing Natasha to shut her eyes tight at the loud noise mercilessly assaulting her eardrums. Good. He felt just a tiny bit better when she was no longer burning holes into him with those huge eyeballs of hers. But, then again, it was kind of annoying how she thought she could hide from him by acting so childishly. This trick has never worked for him in his lifetime, and it certainly will not work for her.

This airhead was making his head spin with thousands of contradictions, and it was only making him more and more irritated as minutes slowly passed him by.

"You should have learned by now to stop asking me these moronic questions, you stupid toy! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose or something!? Learn your place and do your job - that's all you need to be doing! Is that really so hard to keep in mind for you!?" His breath was coming out ragged, it felt as if every single cell in his body was blazing with rage, burning him alive from the inside out.

Well, perhaps, there was another reason for him feeling this miserable, but it was way easier to focus on the physical source of his discomfort that was trembling right in front of his nose.

Natasha grimaced, tentatively opening one of her eyes and looking up at his face that was hovering so close to hers, it felt almost claustrophobic. She had nowhere to run, and practically all of her senses were filled with his menacing presence. It seemed like she was trying desperately to pick out the safest way to respond, so as to not anger him any further. Though, whenever Saeran was this pissed off for whatever reason, he was like a ticking time bomb. It was practically impossible to escape the explosion that was going to occur sooner or later, regardless of her actions.

"T-there's blood on you. Of course I'm worried. I care about you." Her voice was muffled and timid as she quickly lowered her gaze to the ground. Truth is, it didn't matter, how she responded to his demands. He would get angry either way. All she could do was wait for the unavoidable impact that was coming up fast.

The peaceful buzzing of countless computers was suddenly harshly interrupted by a burst of deafening cackling, as Saeran threw his head back in a fit of laughter that sounded borderline hysterical in its nature. It sent shivers down her spine as she silently watched him spiraling out of control. This wasn't natural. His entire body was now trembling with anger, filled to the brim with overwhelming and confusing feelings that were making his head spin.

"For God's sake, you're such an idiot! You're worried about me? You're worried! Why that's the most ironic thing I've heard all year!"

Just as abruptly as his chilling fit of laughter has started, it was replaced by a crooked grimace of pure malice, seemingly in an instant. At least, that's what he wanted it to look like. Instead, Saeran looked like he was about to fall apart at any moment now. Natasha has never seen him this unhinged before. She was getting more and more concerned both for her own and Saeran's safety all the same. She wanted to calm him down somehow, to soothe his raging emotions that were obviously causing him so much inner distress, but she had no idea how she was supposed to do that when he was already on the edge of exploding.

This feeling of helplessness was making it hard to breathe for her.

She could only wince as Saeran's slender fingers quickly gripped her jaw with so much strength, that she could feel his short fingernails digging painfully into the skin of her cheeks. He wasn't actively trying to hurt her, though. At least, not yet. He merely forced her to look him straight in the eye, making it impossible for her to back away or hide her gaze. His voice dropped to a low hiss, pure venom filling his hushed words, even as he tried to imitate a fake sense delight with his tone. A strong feeling of danger seeped deep within her bones, making her shiver in her seat helplessly.

"Well, let me tell you one secret, princess. It's not my blood you're seeing. You wanna know why there's blood on me? Hmm? Answer me. Since you're oh so saint and caring, I'm sure you're just itching to hear it."

His grip on her only tightened, as her breath hitched in her throat in a weak attempt to not provide him with any strong reactions on her part. She may not know how to resolve this conflict, but she knew that, whenever she behaved way too emotional, it never ended pretty for them. Her best plan would be to remain as calm as possible and withstand this storm as best she could. Getting angry and retaliating, or giving up and begging for his mercy wouldn't do anything to help them both. So, she had to be strong. That's what she told herself as she swallowed the lump in her throat and found her voice again, however small it may be against Saeran's booming insults. "I... Even if it's not your blood, you must have gone through something really distressing to get it on you... right? You don't look okay at all... Did... something bad happen at the ceremony today...?"

He grit his teeth with so much force it felt like they were about to crumble into dust. No. This was not what he wanted to hear right now. Moreover, receiving such a ridiculous answer only irritated him further, if it was even possible at this point. He didn't know, what kind of response he desired to get from her exactly, but it was definitely not this.

She has no idea what she was talking about.

He won't put up with this.

Instead of coming up with a proper reply to her tentative assumption, he roughly released his hold on her cheeks with such sharpness in his movements, it almost looked like the physical touch has physically burned him or something. Pursing his lips into a thin tight line, he took a step back, sharply gesturing with his hand a new command he needed Natasha to fulfill.

"Stand up."

She blinked, looking up at him with an utterly dumbfounded expression plastered crystal clear onto her face. She almost reminded him of a confused child right now, which only made him clench his fists at his sides and curse internally in response to the unpleasant memories clouding his mind all over again. He hated it. Why is she always doing this to him? Was it on purpose? Was she knowingly trying to weaken him, only to jab a knife into his back the moment he'd lower his defenses around her?

Like hell.

"I said get up!"

He sounded way more desperate than angry at this point, and the thought almost scared him. He couldn't control his emotions in her presence and he couldn't control the way his body was acting just as much. It was genuinely unnerving, however, he stubbornly refused to admit his defeat and leave the room. That's what Ray always did whenever staying around her was too overwhelming for his bloodthirst. And he definitely wasn't Ray.

This time, Natasha listened, flinching at the volume of his already hoarse voice and silently complying with his command. She carefully got up from her seat and stood in front of him, clutching tightly onto the fabric of her skirt. She was nervous, he could tell. Why won't she just admit that she's scared of him?

That dirty liar.

His cold gaze narrowed as he took a few more steps back and folded both of his arms across his chest.

"Now, go stand next to that wall, or I'll make you do it myself. And I won't coddle you." He nodded briefly to his left, away from their shared working space. Judging by the increased nervousness flickering in her green eyes, Natasha was starting to guess on what was soon to come. Still, she hesitated only for a brief moment, before biting on her lower lip and walking over to the mentioned wall.

His gaze never left her form, not until her back was carefully lined up with the cold surface of the wall.

She wasn't saying much now. He must admit, he liked her a tiny bit better when her voice wasn't buzzing around inside of his ears. It always sounded way too soft and sweet for his liking. Especially whenever she decided to act 'worried' about his well-being of all people. Natasha was a convincing actor, that's for sure, and that's exactly what made him feel so angry in the first place. The truth was, a part of him, the tiniest part of him, has often longed to succumb to her tender promises, to cling to the warm comfort her embrace would surely provide. He despised these weak thoughts of his. The only person who should provide him the comfort he needs is his beloved Savior, no one else. His Saviour is the only person in the whole world who truly understands him and loves him unconditionally.

So, why is it that he's feeling so damn left behind by her lately? He shouldn't be needy for her love, that's what weak people like Ray do. And yet, after he got to meet Natasha, she started to plant new dangerous ideas into his head. Even right now, what he was planning on doing was something strictly prohibited to him, and he knew that perfectly.

He didn't even realize that he started walking towards her, suddenly finding himself standing right in front of her petite figure and cornering her by putting up an arm right next to her head. Though, it didn't seem like she was planning on escaping anyway. He leaned down to her level, his breath ghosting over the skin of her cheek as he spoke: "Are you afraid of me?"

The words hung heavy in the air around them, almost echoing off the cold walls aligning this tiny room. He was staring straight into her eyes, seeming scarily calm when compared to his earlier almost unhinged state of mind. Though, it wasn't odd for Saeran's mood to change drastically in a matter of mere minutes.

Natasha licked over her dried lips, musing over her words for a couple of moments before coming up with a reply.

"...No. I'm not."

His gaze narrowed as his nails scratched at the surface of the wall, making her cringe faintly at the unpleasant sound right next to her ear. If he was angry with her answer, he didn't show it openly this time around. Saeran merely let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head slightly and leaning over so that he could whisper his next words right into her ear: "You should be."

And with that, without giving her any time to react, he gripped her tightly by the shoulders, jerking her body forward till she was trapped flush against his chest. He could hear her let out a shallow gasp at the unexpected contact, clutching onto his suit so as to not fall over completely. This way, he could practically hear her heart drumming away into his temples, forcing him to grit his teeth and bear it.

Whatever he can deal with this just fine.

Making sure that she was right where he needed her to be, Saeran now grabbed onto her arm, gripping it tightly between his thin fingers and making his point clear: there was no point in trying to struggle. Whether she listened to his silent warning out of fear or some other train of thought, he didn't know, and he didn't care. It was easier when she was not trying to push him away, anyway.

Though, he had to push her back into his chest the moment she tried to look back onto his face. He didn't want to see her eyes right now.

"W-what are you going to do?" She muttered, sounding much more confused than scared, much to his annoyance. Is she out of her mind or something?

"Say, have you ever wondered why Ray was acting the way he did around you?"

Natasha fell silent for a few moments. He could imagine a puzzled look painting itself over her features, which made him snicker under his breath.

Such an idiot.

Weirdly enough, he didn't feel the need to lash out at her quite yet. Moreover, he found it quite amusing to watch her stumble over her own words in confusion.

"I... don't understand what you're getting at, Saeran."

He rolled his eyes at her. He just has to spill everything out the way it is for her, huh? How boring.

"What, are you trying to tell me he never rushed away from you seemingly out of nowhere, looking like he saw a ghost or something? Or avoided you like the plaque itself whenever you hurt yourself out of your own ridiculous clumsiness? Oh, I know, how about never actually eating anything in front of you? That's a hard one to crack, isn't it, my little detective?" He practically purred right into her ear, slowly brushing away her long hair from her shoulder and examining the exposed skin of her neck with his starved gaze. It looked like she was way too distracted by his strange words to even take notice of this odd touch, just slightly tightening her hold on his suit in response.

"W-what are you talking about-?" She stuttered.

His hot shaky breath ghosted over her smooth skin, making her jolt in surprise, and let out a tiny yelp, making him chuckle in amusement. She can be pretty cute at times, it's a shame that she mostly chooses to annoy him, rather than provide him with the entertainment he desires. She tried once more to turn her head to him, but this attempt was denied the same as the last one with just one tug on her arm that caused her to remain in place. He wasn't going to let her do whatever she wanted, after all.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. There's no point in playing the oblivious idiot in front of me, princess. I can feel your blood pumping inside of your veins, and it does not lie. Now, are you starting to guess on why there's blood on me, or should I just spell it out for you? Hmm... how about you never seeing me, or your precious prince-charming Ray out and about in the daylight? I believe that's the most obvious clue there is."

Natasha fell dead silent, freezing in place, and this time, Saeran felt kind of disappointed he couldn't see her face clearly. Still, this way, he's much more in control of himself, so he'll have to bear with it for the time being. He grabbed onto her hair with a tight grip, finding the biggest vein peeking out distinctly from under the soft cover of her skin with his eyes. He could feel his fangs practically itching to bury themselves into her flesh, as he imagined how her blood would taste on his tongue the moment he'll finally get to do it.

Still, he held himself back for whatever reason, slowly starting to slightly tremble from the overwhelming need clouding over his senses. It was dangerous how quickly she caused him to feel like this, considering how he had his last 'meal' just a few hours ago. The sound of her muffled voice brought him back to reality.

"...That's not possible."

It was a hushed whisper, one he was able to make out only due to his heightened senses compared to a normal human being. He couldn't hide the wide smirk stretching his cheeks from ear to ear in pure triumph. "Oh, but it is, princess. And I think it's about time you learned what I truly am - what Ray truly is - before you start all that 'I care about you ' crap. It's too late to regret now, so don't even try to struggle, it's useless either way. Let's see how worried about me you'll be after I'm finished with you."

Before she could reply to these words, Saeran has bitten harshly into her skin, without any warning given to her in advance, making Natasha gasp sharply at the pain searing up in her neck. His grip on her was too strong to fight back, even if she'd try.

And yet, for whatever reason, she did not even do that. A small question crept its way into her thoughts as she stood there in pure shock and dismay swirling around in her head and pondering over what was real, and what was not, as her blood was being taken away from her in a form of mere food.

Did Saeran... Did he believe that he was undeserving of her care because of what he is...?

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