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itsdrawingmen · 3 months

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Crack!

Metal separates from metal, and a faint fizzing comes from inside the can. A satisfying little sound. Zen quickly puts the can to his lips and takes a big swig. It makes his nose a little itchy, but the feeling is pleasant.

Or maybe it’s just habitual. He’s not sure.

He leans onto the counter as he puts the can on top of it. His head is heavy. His mind is a mess. He takes a little glance again at the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. Should he go for another one?

He decides to wait a little more.

Maybe another beer will finally make him sleepy.

Zen pinches the bridge of his nose, then drags his hand down his face with a sigh.

Then takes a wistful look at the kitchen.

It’s a little messy: dishes in the sink that Yoosung's been too busy to wash, although it’s his turn; some snacks scattered on the countertop; a mug of water left on the table. It’s become a welcome sight. Yoosung’s presence has made this kitchen feel less beige and sterile. But right now, in the dim light of the small lamp under the cabinets, Zen feels his loneliness and messiness here that much more jarringly.

He can’t imagine life without Yoosung anymore.

He’s not sure how he feels about the life with him, either.

He has to give Yoosung credit, though, he’s been nothing but delicate. After the botched first kiss and the exchange of confessions (Zen tries not to think about what he has said, because if he does, he immediately feels his face heat up with embarrassment) — after that, Yoosung has been such a sweet soul.

When hasn’t he been.

Zen sighs again, runs his hand across his face one more time. Takes another swig of beer.

It’s still doing nothing for him.

Fuck.

Shouldn’t have developed such a tolerance.

Damn this.

His thoughts are wandering. All of his life — or most of it, anyway — he has been alone in this world. Alone against his parents; alone against all the people wanting to touch him, pet him, squish him, like a little decorative animal; alone against the gangs, the men older and stronger than him who looked at him and saw something they could use; alone against the brutal competition in the musical theatre industry; alone in this beige disaster of a flat, full of nothing but echo and beer cans. The few times he has thought he has had something going for him, he has just remained heartbroken and that much more alone.

His brother. He licks his teeth.

Then mouthes a different name. Yes, it still tastes bitter on his tongue.

He takes a swig of beer to wash down the feeling.

Rika, too. He grins to himself.

They all left. Some took things with them. His trust in people, his hopes for the best. Everything that was soft and vulnerable within him.

His virginity. He smiles bitterly. Such a dumb story, but who'd listen. The name is bitter in his mouth. The void is nagging in his chest. He drinks again.

What makes this time any different?

And why the fuck does it have to be a guy again, he thinks. I promised myself it wouldn’t happen. I wasn’t even a good friend to him.

Or was he?

He thinks back to the hours he has spent googling for recipes to get him to eat. To holding his hand, listening to all the ways he has thought of going out. To changing his bedsheets, to taking out his trash.

To hugging him so tightly and kissing him on the forehead.

To washing his hair. To helping him bleach.

To writing to none else than Jumin Han for the contacts of the clinic.

Why was he doing all that?

Why has he suggested he move in here? Just to split the rent?

He drinks again.

The fuck does it matter.

Now he’s here, they're both here, and among them there’s a guy who doesn’t want to let Zen slip back into his habitual loneliness.

He hears soft footsteps and turns automatically in their direction.

‘Hey…’

Yoosung stops in the doorway, sends him a little, pale smile. It’s warm. Zen raises his beer can to him. Cheers.

‘Hey,’ he replies, then takes a swig.

He has already noticed that little look, running over the cigarettes, the lighter, the beer can. Over Zen’s figure, slouched against the counter. Reading the clues. In the months living together, it has become some sort of a ritual. If one of them can’t sleep, he probably needs a hug.

He prays silently to all the powers he doesn’t believe in that Yoosung doesn’t go for it.

‘Not sleepy?’ he hears the soft voice ask. Yoosung passes by him and settles at the kitchen table, sideways on the chair, pulling his one knee up. They’re face to face now.

At a comfortable distance.

Zen thanks Yoosung’s delicacy as he puts down the can.

‘Nah,’ he replies. ‘Which sucks, really, I have the final rehearsal tomorrow. The dress rehearsal. Before the premiere.’

Yoosung smiles a little wider.

‘Yeah, the premiere. I’ll be there.’

‘Sure you aren’t gonna be bringing a plus one?’

Yoosung glances down, his expression bleakening.

‘Oh, no, I don’t think. One of the guys has a birthday party over at the dorm, and everyone is going.’

‘They didn’t invite you?’

‘They did but…’ he grimaces a little. ‘I’m not really friends with the guy. He’s… kinda terrible.’

Zen nods understandingly.

‘How come you aren’t sleeping? Been gaming?’

Yoosung lowers his chin to his raised knee. His face is now dejected.

‘Still not up for it?’

He shakes his head.

‘I’m kinda nervous to go back. After the last… several times.’

Zen purses up his lips, inclines his head to the side.

‘Assholes. So what’s keeping you up then?’

Yoosung licks his lips.

‘Well, I was getting together with those three girls recently, to study together, you remember, I told you? They were always staying a bit late in the library, and I kind of… invited myself to join, and they didn’t mind. Well, we’ve been doing that for some time, and they’ve been really cool. They asked at first, you know, about the eye… I thought they’d be weird about it, but they were really sweet. And I thought we should hang out, well, outside of uni. And I invited them for boba for this weekend, and they were down, and we just figured out the details and stayed a little too late chatting…’

His smile is warm as he is studying the tiles behind Zen’s back. What a relief, Zen thinks. He’s hanging out with girls now. He’ll be smooching one of them in no time, and we will just gather together right here, talk about it, and agree that we both got kinda carried away and that we’d just forget about all that’s happened. Wow, problem solved.

He doesn’t feel relieved at all.

His heart becomes even heavier.

‘You’re not inviting them to the premiere?’

Yoosung chuckles, shakes his head.

‘Aw, no. They said musicals are cringe.’

‘They have no taste.’

‘Tell me about it. They’ve simply just never heard of Zen, my favourite actor.’

As he looks up at Zen, straightening, his smile is so sunny. Zen tries to give one back, but it feels feeble and insincere.

‘Go get dressed,’ he says, gesturing vaguely to Yoosung’s thin tee. ‘It’s kinda cold here.’

‘I’m fine.’

Zen sighs.

‘You want me to give you mine, or what?’

He’s wearing a warm cardigan, and it’s so cozy, but Yoosung only has to ask for it, and he can have it.

‘I’m fine, really.’

‘Suit yourself.’

Yoosung reaches out for the mug of water on the table, glances into it skeptically.

‘How long has this been here?’

‘All day, probably,’ Zen shrugs.

He watches as Yoosung goes off to the sink, pours the dusty water out, and fills himself a new cup.

The nagging in his chest is becoming more unbearable by the moment.

I could use another cig, he thinks.

‘Are your new friends pretty?’

‘Huh?’

‘Are they pretty? The girls you’re going for boba with.’

Yoosung looks away, as if he hasn’t thought about it.

‘I guess? Yeah, I mean, yeah! One of them, Eunju, actually has a pretty distinctive style. She has this haircut, like… like this,’ he tries to make an approximation out of his messy hair.

‘A mullet?’

‘Yeah, I think it’s called. Messy, with highlights. Green. Yeah, and she always has all sorts of buttons and pins, she let me see some of her collection, and she’s even into LOLOL! Well, I… kind of told her I don’t play anymore.’

‘Aw,’ Zen drops half-heartedly. ‘Shame.’

‘Yeah… But, I mean… yeah, I guess they’re very pretty. Probably what caught my eye was that they seemed… nice. Like nice people.’

Zen holds a straight face as he takes another swig of beer. Being an actor has a lot of perks. One of them being, you always know perfectly well how to hide what you really feel.

‘Mind if I make myself tea?’ Yoosung asks from the direction of the stove. ‘Or do you want to drink in peace?’

‘Nah, by all means,’ Zen makes a vague gesture with the beer can. ‘Help yourself. I’m fine.’

He watches Yoosung pour the electric kettle and turn it on, then rummage through tea bags, smelling them, picking a flavour. At last, satisfied, he drops a bag into a huge mug. It is made to look like a fat smiling panda.

Yoosung glances at him around his shoulder.

‘Sorry, I didn’t ask… you want some?’

Zen raises the beer can. It’s feeling very light now. Yoosung nods.

For a little while, they wait in silence. Yoosung’s on his phone. Then, the water boils, and Yoosung pours his tea. He returns to the table, puts his mug and some chocolate bars on it, and settles on the chair again, pulling his other knee up now.

‘You have no concern whatsoever for your health,’ Zen drops.

‘Said the pot to the kettle.’

Zen doesn’t have any objections to that. He steals a glance as Yoosung opens a candy and sinks his teeth in, staring at his phone. His presence doesn’t feel intrusive. He doesn’t look like he’s waiting for anything. His thumb taps away at the screen.

Now that he’s not looking, and has turned his blind side to him, Zen takes liberty to stare. He studies the mess of bleached wavy hair, the moles on the roundish cheek, the oversized tee hanging from his small frame. Yoosung has a serious look on his face, but it’s all because he knits his eyebrows and squints to see better. He’s so adorable like this, though. Zen recalls the feeling of Yoosung on his lips: his forehead, his hair. His tensed up mouth.

You’re so down bad, Zen Ryu, he thinks.

And then thinks, fuck.

‘I’m feeling like shit,’ he confesses into thin air.

Yoosung puts down his phone. He isn’t turning to Zen, but he reaches out for his mug and brings it to his lips.

He’s listening.

It’s such a habitual little thing between them by now. Someone needs to talk. And the other lends an ear. And sometimes also a shoulder.

Zen lets out a broken sigh.

‘Everything’s just so weird today. I’m feeling weird. Fucked.’

‘Looks like not the kind that a beer could fix?’

Zen shakes his head.

‘Not the kind. And not the kind you can sleep off, or smoke off. Listen, I was thinking. How come you even came to care for me?’

Yoosung turns to face him, settling on the chair sideways again. He studies Zen’s face for a moment.

‘Well, you've always been beautiful, so here’s that,’ he smiles. Then pauses.

Normally, a compliment like this would make Zen feel better. Now it just rings hollow to him.

Yoosung sighs.

‘I don’t know,’ he says. ‘It all just… happened little by little, I guess. We got acquainted, I wanted to get to know you. You felt… nice, you know. Like a nice person.’

Zen smiles bitterly under his breath. Isn’t that what your girls feel like, Yoosungie.

‘You’re a great friend to me,’ Yoosung says. ‘Someone I can lean on. Someone who cares. It was… a nice surprise, honestly, to find out. You’re not, like… taking pleasure in ego-tripping at my expense.’

‘Who’d a thunk.’

‘Helping people is a good thing,’ Yoosung continues, unfazed. ‘An act of love. That’s what I think, anyway. But a lot of people don’t do it out of love. Don’t do it for the other. They just do it to feel better about themselves. And it’s just humiliating and patronizing.’

Humiliating and patronizing.

Emasculating.

Zen looks at him carefully.

‘Do you feel that way often?’

Yoosung nods, purses his lips.

‘Kind of. Not with you, though. Not these days. Not when you stayed with me back then.’

Zen huffs a breath before downing the leftover beer.

‘It was no fun without you. I just wanted my friend back, thankyouverymuch.’

Yoosung tilts his head to the side, looking away. Zen can’t help thinking that he sees right through him, all of his half-truths and half-assed lies.

‘Okay, maybe I just hated to see you… like that,’ he relents. ‘Hated the thought of you. You know. Gone.’

‘You were so patient with me.’

‘That’s what it took. Look, Yoosungie. I’m just. Gonna say it like I think it. You don’t need to return any favours. I did it because I wanted to. And you shouldn’t feel like you owe me something for it.’

‘Like what?’

Zen sighs.

‘I mean. Who am I? To you. When you look at me, who do you see?’

Yoosung looks at him. The stare of his different eyes is soft, intent.

‘I see Zen,’ he says. ‘My best friend. The friend I love.’

‘Why?’

‘Why what?’

‘Why do you… love?’

Yoosung sighs.

‘I don’t think it really works like that.’

‘But something made you look at me that way. Was it because I helped you? Because I was there, bless me, taking care of you, feeding you, I don’t know what else?’

Yoosung looks away.

‘Look. It’s true. It felt… good. Safe. Leaning on you. But now that I’m… doing better, I think I’m enjoying this way more, you know. Now that I can talk to you more as an equal. You’re… really cool. That’s mostly all there is to it. Yeah, I’m grateful, of course… but it’s mostly that you’re just cool. Through all of that stuff, I’ve really learned how cool you are.’

Zen pulls a little face, looks away.

‘Okay, fine, let’s hear it. What do you think is so cool about me? Mentioning this face is cheating, you know.’

‘You’re determined,’ Yoosung says simply. ‘This is probably the best word I can pick. You’re determined in pursuing your dream. In pulling your friend out of a black pit. In carving out a better life for yourself. Otherwise you would have stayed a gangster and a delinquent, wouldn’t you?’

Zen bites onto his tongue.

‘I guess.’

‘You’re determined and you never give up or despair. I often despair. But you… you always see the light. And you’re so fiery about it, too. It's beautiful. It’s contagious.’

‘Is it?’

Yoosung shrugs, looking down.

‘I may not always look it…’

‘Oh well.’

‘Yeah…’

They’re silent for a little while.

‘I love the energy you’re radiating,’ Yoosung says, at last, quietly. ‘It’s so deliberate, you know? You know what you stand for, and you... emanate it.’

‘What do I emanate?’

‘Inner strength. Determination. Passion. But also kindness. A very sincere and no-nonsense sort of kindness.’

Zen winces.

‘Yeah, figures.’

Why does he have to sound so honest, so sincere? Why does he have to be such a great guy, why does he have to make Zen’s heart melt like butter?

And why has Zen expected anything else from him?

Yoosung looks down.

‘You probably hear that a lot. But, well. That’s just what I’m thinking. Do you think it’s cheesy?’

Zen crumples the empty beer can in his hand at last. He opens the cabinet under the sink to throw it away, then takes a new one out of the fridge. He cracks it open and immediately takes a big swig. Yoosung watches him quietly, then sips his tea.

‘I wish you’d just admit that you see me as some kinda mama ducky,’ Zen says at last. ‘Or as some kind of guy you feel like you owe something to.’

‘I don’t think that.’

Zen huffs, gulps down beer in huge mouthfuls, almost painful to swallow.

‘You should be out there wooing that girl with a mullet,’ he mutters under his breath. Then toks the can on the counter and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice is shaky and disobedient.

Yoosung huffs out as he rises. He crosses the kitchen, and then Zen suddenly feels him so close, and his arms wrap softly around Zen’s waist, and then he nestles comfortably against his side.

‘I’d much rather stay right here,’ he says.

His hands are now locked together, resting on Zen’s hip. The cloud of hair tickles his nose. Zen chokes up.

I wanted to get sleepy, he thinks. Not sentimental. What’s this bullshit.

And then he drapes his arm softly around Yoosung’s shoulders, nudging him even closer. He closes his eyes and breathes him in: a faint smell of the tee that needs a wash, of fresh hair, of scented tea and chocolate. His lips find Yoosung’s temple almost past his will. He presses a kiss into tender skin.

He can’t believe he has almost managed to convince himself he doesn’t want this.

‘I should be in bed,’ he mutters into Yoosung’s hair.

Another little kiss comes naturally: just lips brushing past skin, they’re so close anyway.

‘Wanna go now?’

Zen takes another deep breath.

‘Yeah, just a little bit more.’

‘Just tell me when you wanna go.’

Zen’s fingers brush Yoosung’s arm absently.

‘You sure you’re not cold?’

‘Nah.’

‘Climb under the cardigan, if you wanna.’

‘It’s comfy here.’

Maybe it’s for the better, Zen thinks. Maybe he’s just telling himself he worries for him. Maybe it’s the wolf speaking. Maybe he should just let go, and not risk tainting this beautiful person with whatever he himself is tainted with, or cutting him on the spiky constructions built around whatever is still left vulnerable in him.

‘Just a few more minutes,’ he mutters.

‘As long as you want,’ Yoosung says quietly. ‘I’m not going anywhere.'

#zensung #yoozen #mysmes #mystic messenger #yoosung kim #hyun ryu #zen mystic messenger #the boys are hugginggggggggg

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writefulclown · 1 year

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a list of things that remind you how possessive yoosung really is

yoosung x gn reader established relationship, u live together lol

yoosung seems like a puppy in human form, which makes it so so easy to forget what's truly behind those innocent, twinkling eyes of his. but in certain moments he does something that reminds you of what seven said. "he kind of tends to be a yandere."

whenever you're around other people he always has to be touching you. whether it be holding your hand, having his hand on your knee or sitting close enough for your legs to be touching, there always has to be contact.

it's worse in public. he grips your hand like you've just fallen off a cliff and he's trying to pull you back up. his arm wraps around your waist, holding you so close you feel like you might get absorbed into him.

when you're standing on the street, waiting for a bus, train, whatever, he's clinging onto you with a hug, almost completely encompassing your body with his own. if the weather is cold enough, he'll go a step further and wrap his jacket around you with him still wearing it.

you often see him staring down anyone who looks at you, or worse, approaches you. the more interested they seem, the more threatening his glare is. it doesn't matter if they're a complete stranger, old acquaintance, friend or RFA member.

you'll catch him staring at your phone screen over your shoulder. over time he starts losing himself in reading your conversations, forgetting to be as sneaky as he once was. who could you be talking to? what about? why would you rather text someone than spend time with him?

if he feels like you're on your phone for too long he'll get upset. you have about 5 seconds after his first huff before he's whining for your attention. he'll pout at you, staring incessantly as he tosses around, impatient and dramatic. sometimes he'll skip this step entirely and go straight to prying your phone away, sticking his face in yours, expecting immediate affection after being deprived for seemingly long enough to die.

when you sleep together he holds you tight. it would be so endearing, but when he's asleep and you need to go to the bathroom, or just want to get into a more comfortable position, it's rendered impossible by the grasp he has on you. the only thing you can do is slightly turn your head. even your hands are stuck, so you can't tap his arm to wake him.

when you're away from him he calls you a lot more than would be considered normal. if he stays home while you go for a quick little grocery run he'll find excuses to call you at least 3 times. did you make it to the store safely? we remembered to add eggs to the shopping list, right? when will you be back and do you need help carrying anything?

if he could have it his way neither of you would ever leave the house. all your time would be spent with each other. cuddling, cooking, kissing, talking, sleeping, doesn't matter what you do as long as you're together with no one else interrupting in any capacity.

it's not that he doesn't trust you. he's not paranoid that you'll leave him for someone else. he just wants you to only be with him. only talk to him. only think of him. he does, so why wouldn't you?

you know what he's thinking. you know what he truly wants. he's told you all of it. but the way he always greets you with the biggest smile, offering you his warmest hug, any memory of his darker side is immediately wiped from your brain. how could he ever have a single sinister thought? look at him, how shy he gets around you, how softly he kisses your head when you're falling asleep, how he packs lunches for you every day. don't mind the way he threatens even his closest friends if they happen to get too friendly with you, just let him shower you with all the love in the world. don't worry about a thing.

#mystic messenger #yoosung x reader #yoosung #mystic messenger yoosung #yoosung kim #yoosung kim x reader #mysme #mysme yoosung #yoosung headcanons

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pochipop · 1 year

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＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — LITTLE THINGS THEY DO.

#. synopsis! — little things they do to show their love .

#. characters! — jumin, yoosung, hyun (zen), saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jaehee, jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!

His cold, strict, business-only office attitude drops the very second you come into the picture. Even when he’s running behind on a certain schedule or needs to finish something quickly, the moment you enter the equation, you are his first priority at any cost. Jumin is sure to offer you a kiss of some kind no matter the time or place, —be it a quick peck against your temple before he rushes off to the office, or a slow, deliberate pressing of his lips to your knuckles, letting his mouth form ever so delicately to the dips and grooves. He swears up and down he’s not much of a romantic, but you certainly beg to differ during moments like that.

𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!

Yoosung is no stranger to being taken care of. Having grown up much younger than most of those around him, it was natural for him to be coddled more often, —and he likes a certain amount of that from you as well. Still, he often shows affection by taking care of you in turn; packing you lunches with sweet little notes, giving you quick massages to ease you down after a long day, and otherwise doting on you whenever he can. In his eyes, if something makes you happy, it’s well worth any trouble it may entail.

𖦹. ━ HYUN (ZEN) !!

If anyone knows how important it is to be there for those you love, —it’s Hyun. Thus, he’d never dream of missing any event that’s significant to you; big or small. He prepares for everything far in advance, being sure to take time off from any projects he’s embroiled in to show you his support. Good or bad news to come, he’s there with something, be it a bouquet of roses or a box of your favorite sweets. Hyun is your shoulder to cry on when things don’t go your way and the biggest cheerleader in your corner when good things come your way!

𖦹. ━ SAEYOUNG (707) !!

Saeyoung pays close attention to you, and when he notices that you like something (even if it’s only a passive interest), he’s quick to indulge you in it. Any snacks or drinks you’re particularly fond of will always be available as long as you’re with him, and any hobbies you pick up, he’s more than willing to learn at least the basics in order to follow along with discussions. His keen eye and proclivity for gathering information also serve him well in the gift-giving department, and any time a special occasion rolls around, Saeyoung is sure to knock it out of the park.

𖦹. ━ SAERAN (RAY) !!

Saeran tends to be an actions over words type of lover, feeling much more in his element when he’s able to soothe you down or show affection through actions rather than sweet nothings. He can be a bit over-protective; ready and willing to go to bat for you at any time, and giving you constant (and sweetly gruff) reminders to be careful when you do things that could land you in hot water. He’s always there to lend you a hand and is quick to come to your aid if he thinks you might need it.

𖦹. ━ JAEHEE !!

Jaehee is beyond respectful of your time, —still asking you out on dates and planning them to the T when you’ve been together seriously for months. She doesn’t like to assume that you’re free, even when she knows that to be the case, and is sure to check in with you before setting anything up. Even so, she has her own way of adding in little elements of surprise! Since opening her cafe, she’s put many blends up on the menu simply because you said it was delicious whilst taste-testing her experiments, and has also learned how to cook your favorite meals to perfection just for you.

𖦹. ━ JIHYUN (V) !!

There are pieces of you in everything Jihyun does from the very moment he falls for you until the end of time. You are his most precious muse for all things related to his art, the sun reflecting off his melancholic moon when he questions his own abilities. He carries your love with the deepest of thanks and gratitude, allowing that affection to drive him forward to capture masterpieces on the horizon. He also not-so-secretly has a photo album filled to the brim with pictures of you in your everyday life, because to him, you are angelic whether you’re jotting down little notes on a post-it or fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror.

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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seems some people ha e the new title image?? (my app says no updates yet 😭)

delighted but also HIGHLY dissapointed:///

I have been denied a picnic with Saeran for the umpteenth year in a row. I am a clown. Will I forever remain a clown? Yes, probably, given the fact that I'm going to keep holding out for an official picnic with my man. Sigh. V gets a picnic and the RFA gets a picnic together and Saeran gets nothing despite mentioning one explicitly. I'm bummed out about that one. But, as disappointed and sad as I am, I can't be mad because I love seeing the RFA.

But, as for the rest of the photo, a lot of the sort of dicey spots I was confused about make sense now. I couldn't figure out the space with Jaehee or Yoosung because the colors blurred into the canvas in the weirdest way possible. Bright colors without anything notable to see what's underneath the surface. That's always hard to gauge in these preview photos! It makes sense now and I'm glad to have that answer because it was plaguing me.

This art style reminds me of the old days. As in, back in 2016! This is a style that invokes the feeling from back then. It's nostalgic! I like it. That might be a polarizing opinion when this officially releases but I think it's a nice blend of old and new that warms my heart to the old days when it was just the RFA at your fingertips and those five gave us everything in the world. It's nice to see everyone hanging out like this since it feels like those days before Another Story.

Saeyoung is tender, and he's got his glasses, which I'm happy to see because he's handsome when he can actually see the players. Zen and Yoosung being affectionate always make me smile because their dynamic is what gets you through so much drama in this game. It's adorable and I cherish their friendship, so seeing them like this is a good touch.

Jaehee is resting, as she deserves! There's no sign of Elizabeth the 3rd and she has nothing to do but lay underneath the sun and have a good day. Jumin is hovering in the back with a bottle of wine to enjoy his afternoon, for sure.

But, I gotta tell you, this is the saddest picnic I've ever seen. What is this spread? There's a minimal amount of fruit and sushi, where are the cute little sandwiches and finger foods you expect at a picnic like this? Who was in charge of food? Yoosung? Zen? Saeyoung? I know it wasn't Jumin and Jaehee. Saeran would never pack a spread like this for his found family. /dramatic

#spoiler #spoilers #ask #pastelsapphy #mod kait

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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YOUR WRITING IS SO JDFHJDKFDK PLEASE 🫣🫣 I sent in the request for sick mc and saeyoung :DDD

how about... going stargazing with saeyoung? I've seen something referencing to stars in a call on sevens route, though I've only played yoosung and zens route. I've unlocked deep route, but I'm super busy atm, and I'm waiting for when I'll have free time so I can put all my effort into the game 💪🏻

Happy you enjoy my silly little cribbles! :D I kinda got carried away into a bit of a different direction while writing this promt, but I hope it's still okay ✧

Tomorrow will be the day that every last secret is going to be revealed at last. Or maybe, tomorrow will be the last day you'll live as a free person. You wanted to keep a positive outlook, though. Even if so many things could go wrong, you trusted Seven.

No... you trusted Saeyoung as you've come to know him.

This cabin that you two were staying at for the day certainly wasn't a fancy outdoor retreat of your dreams, but it was neat and cozy, just enough to put your mind at ease at this time of uncertainty. Especially once you two managed to get the fireplace burning. And even despite your dangerous circumstances, you couldn't help but admire the beautiful green scenery surrounding you from all sides - a very noticable contrast when compared to the busy city landscape that was Rika's apartment.

Still, summer nights could get pretty cold, especially in the mountains, where dense forest obscured sunlight's warmth with its dense roof of leaves and branches. It's a good thing you've packed a few blankets for you to keep yourselves warm and comfy!

You snuggled up closer to Saeyoung's side as you slowly made your way through the forest, oddly enough not feeling even a slightest bit scared with him by your side. He wanted to show you something before you had to go to bed and replenish your strength for tomorrow, to which you happily obliged. After everything that's happened and what awaited you ahead... you wanted to spend as much time as possible right by his side.

"You're not cold?" He asked, tilting his head slightly into your direction and putting an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

You couldn't help but smile at the gesture, feeling your chest fill up with ticklish warmth from yet another wave of affection for this wonderful caring man right next to you. Yup, you were head over heels for the redheaded hacker, and you did not regret a single smallest thing about your choice.

"Mhm, maybe a little, but with you here, I can use you as a personal heater with no trouble." You stated, nuzzling into his shoulder with your nose, like a cuddly cat asking for attention. Honestly, it surprised you just how warm he naturally was. No wonder he didn't get cold at all while you stayed here! "So, where are we going exactly?"

"There's supposed to be a wheat field nearby. I just... wanted to see the stars before we have to leave tomorrow. To remind myself of what I'm fighting for."

He was nervous, you could see it from just one single glance at him from the corner of your eye. Not like you could blame him, considering just how much was at stake here. You wordlessly took his hand into your own and gave it a reassuring squeeze, hoping that your touch would assure him that this is not the battle he has to fight alone.

Judging by the warm smile he gave you, before returning his attention to the steep path ahead of you, illuminated only by the bright light from the small flashlight he brought with him, he understood what you meant by that. It wasn't long before his gaze shifted into one of excitement and joy, making you squint in an attempt to make out the shadowy details before you.

"Oh! There it is!" He exclaimed, tugging you along like a pumped up kid noticing his favourite ride at the amusement park. You merely giggled, hurrying after him, albeit focusing much more on his happy grin rather than the sights around you. It was nice to see him act so cheerful after everything that you two had to go through for the last 11 days.

Finally, you stopped at a small clearing overviewing the rest of the field before you, as well as the surrounding forest. The field appeared to go on forever, completely silent aside from the crickets singing along their shared melody into the night and an occasional gust of wind rustling the wheats like quiet whispers of the forest spirits meant for your ears only. There was nobody here except for you and Saeyoung, making this beautiful moment this much more intimate in nature.

All you could do was gawk at the magical sight around you, forgetting even to breathe for a bit, before a quiet gasp escaped you in a show of pure amazement. "Wow..."

No other words were really needed to describe just how beautiful it all seemed to you. It was all shown clearly on your face as you looked on in wonder.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Look up at the sky, Y/N." Saeyoung prompted you quietly, brushing his thumb against the warm skin of the back of your hand.

You followed his request, raising your eyes upward and quickly being met with a sea of tiny shining dots that were so close to you, and yet, so far away all at the same time. It took you breath away all over again, making your mouth fall open in astonishment. You couldn't remember the last time you saw such a clear night sky before... It's like you could reach out and touch each individual star with your fingertip.

"It's hard to believe that this is even real... You can't see even a glimmer of this beauty back in the city." You mutter, unable to take your eyes away from the endless night sky shining down at you in all its breathtaking glory.

Saeyoung, hummed, as if lost deep in thought, before responding. "Yeah. It's part of the reason why I live so far away from the city. Well, aside from the whole 'living in the hiding' thing. I feel like not nearly enough people appreciate the sky or space for what it is... but this also makes it feel sorta personal to me, you know? Like I'm the only one who can understand space and it understands me."

"Does it not get... lonely, though?" You asked, finally tearing your gaze away from the stars to instead take a quick glance at Saeyoung, only to see the far away look in his golden eyes, one filled with so many thoughts that were not privy to you just yet.

"...It does." He admitted, suddenly locking eyes with you before you could do anything to hide your adamant staring. Although, it's not like you even wanted to look away when he seemed so vulnerable and pensive. He was no longer cold and distant, as he was with you as Luciel... But he also wasn't hiding his pain and fear behind a mask as he did as Seven. No, you could see it all in his tired golden eyes that were shining with hope in spite of all the hardships on his way.

"But... I'm no longer lonely with you here too."

A confession that made your head spin so easily, it was dangerous to think about just how much of an effect this man had on your heart. This was the moment you fully realized that...

You'd never let go of Saeyoung ever again.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #stargazing date my beloved

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Wow, open requests!! Today is a good day!

If you haven't already, could you please do an RFA+V with an MC who constantly trips on nothing? I am extremely clumsy myself, and I always manage to trip on my own feet and fall on my face really embarrassingly. Thank you!

RFA+V with an MC who constantly trips on nothing

Did you observe me at work last week and today? Like, I tripped constantly last friday and I really thought - the next time my face will kiss the floor. Can relate to this so much.

No, enough - just enjoy this writing!!

Ps.: A writings you may like : RFA + Minor Trio with a short clumsy MC

Jumin

It happened so quickly that Jumin couldn’t really register what happened.

After the RFA party, the both of you were engaged and Jumin, being the gentleman he was, brought you on dates the whole time.

So it came that he wanted to show you his favorite building before going up on the deck to have a wonderful dinner, while watching the sunset.

One moment he was approaching the building with you, talking about how tall it was and how many rooms it had, and in the other moment he could only hear an impact and you were already on your knees, hands on the hard floor.

Your hands were scratched and so were your knees. Jumin was just surprised to see you there.

Instantly, he was on his knees, his napkin already out of his pocket so he could help you with the dirt while he was concerned.

,,Let’s go to the doctor so that no scars will be left,“ well, he now was carrying cream for scars around with him since he noticed you stumbled daily.

At your wedding, he even managed to make you walk with two people down the aisle so that you wouldn’t trip while approaching him.

Jumin was - thanks to you- always prepared for any fall, even though he tried his best to hold your hand to prevent any fall.

Zen

,,Whoops, don’t fall princess,’’ he smiled at you, both of you holding hands as you entered the hall where the RFA party was held.

You smiled at him. If only he knew how many times you actually did fall…

However, for the first three times, Zen seemed to catch you, whether it was that you would stumble over your own feet or trip on something on the floor.

Zen was there holding you, catching you, or preventing any fall.

It was only a day later and both of you were sleepy because it got so late for both of you after the RFA Party when you tripped and actually fell.

Zen, at that time, was standing in front of you, watching something behind you when you approached him.

You tripped, like most of the time, on literal air, and fell.

You landed on him face forward, perhaps a little bit too much down his legs, since your fall made him fall backwards too.

You actually hit your knees, but were on the other side concerned for his well being and kept asking him if he was alright, noticing that his face was totally red.

,,Uh, uhm, Princess, you keep on falling. Are you alright?’’ he asked you.

,,Zenny, I’m okay, but you broke your leg last week and it just healed. Are you alright? Your face is red!’’ you whined, totally used to the blue spots on your skin.

Zen however, was totally fine, got up and was able to easily get you up too.

The red face wasn’t because he hurt himself, but rather because you fell on something…

Since then, Zen made sure to be packed with a little first aid kit and made sure to hold your hand. He was your lifesaver.

Yoosung

Your husband stroked your soft skin as you were happily sleeping, your face pressed against the soft pillow while your face was turned away from him.

He was worried and wondering how you got so many blue spots many times and he was concerned you were going through something bad.

However, he realized the next day, on his day off, that you seemed to trip.

The first time he noticed was when you tripped on his bag, something he left on the floor, being totally sorry about that and realizing that you could have gotten hurt.

But the other five times… there was nothing.

Yoosung kept an eye on you and realized that you seemed to trip, most of the time with nothing to trip on, just your own two feet.

You stumbled a few times, crashing against the door frame, hitting your body on some mean edge or falling on the couch.

,,Mc…are those blue spots something you get from your constant trips?’’ he asked you, shocked.

You shyly nodded as you confessed that you were always clumsy.

,,I’m happy that I studied medicine, like, I know I take care of animals, but a wounded person isn’t much different from a gorilla,’’ he smiled, proudly. Too proudly.

Jaehee

,,Ohhh, Mc, watch out!’’ Jaehee gasped when she saw you tripping on…nothing, almost falling with the freshly baked cookies in your hands on a plate.

But you caught yourself and didn’t even fall.

You successfully placed down the cookies, took a bottle of water, walked to your right, telling Jaehee that she was being overprotective and didn’t have to worry so much until it happened for real this time.

You tripped again, your one foot hitting against the other, somehow making you fall.

You tried to catch yourself, hold onto something or at least fall with your hands on the floor before your nose almost hit the cold floor.

Moments later, Jaehee was groaning and telling you how dangerous it was while she was trying to do something for your bleeding knee.

,,At least it didn’t happen when I had the cookies in my hands, Jaehee,’’ you laughed, almost thinking that the situation was funny.

But since you and Jaehee knew each other for a long time, both of you knew, there was a reason why Jaehee always had a first aid kit in her bag and carried something around to make sure to disinfect open wounds.

Saeyoung

,,Oh, oh, oh,’’ the man gasped when he saw over his camera how you tripped in slow motion because he rewatched the scene.

How you fell, your feet stumbling over your own, face forward landing on the floor.

For a second he thought you broke your knees, but then you got up again, patted your body, and kept on walking.

Sayoung was surprised.

He made that clip into a GIF and managed to post it to the group ( something that neither you or Jaehee thought was funny and Zen also took your side ) but at least he had something to smile over.

Well, it didn’t end there.

You actually fell a few times more.

Saeran once managed to catch you and Saeyoung kind of thought that he was cut out, but he really had enough moments to prove that he was your prince in shining armor.

,,I mean, you could be rather worried rather than make fun of me tripping,’’ you said when he actually had to do something for your injury, being surprisingly good at taking care of you because he went over it once with Saeran.

But he wasn’t always making fun of you. There was one time when he literally freaked out and almost had a panic attack.

It was when you tripped and actually fell down some stairs, the loud crash still in his ears when he saw you falling down.

He never felt so much anger for not catching you or being there.

He never felt so helpless when you didn’t wake up or just sobbed in pain after waking up.

This fall kind of could have triggered him since he never let you walk all alone ever again.

Jihyun

,,Do you think that this could-’’ you couldn’t even end your sentence when you tripped over your own feet, your knee landing on the dress you were wearing, somehow your hands not letting go and - only Jihyun knew how - stretching the newly bought dress.

Jihyun had to stay calm. Luckily you didn’t hurt yourself, but he had to stay calm to not laugh out loud because of the scene he just saw.

You instead rolled your eyes ,,Okay, I think this decision was quickly taken,’’

Jihyun knew how clumsy he was and this was actually one of the reasons why your home was really safe. There were soft carpets all over the hard floor, no objects on the floor and nothing you could hit your head on. The tables at least had something on the edges.

But whenever you fell, Jihyun first felt fear.

Just when you got up, eyes rolling, he could feel at ease and knew that he was allowed to laugh.

He could remember that one time when you were holding hands with Saeran, he was like your brother to you since the eleven days gave you a special bond.

You ended up tripping, falling into a rather dirty spot of water, dragging him with you.

At first, of course, the RFA was worried. Saeyoung was the first one to run to you guys as you were the most important people in his life.

But when you two began to happily laugh about the stupid incident, no one was fearing for any other injuries.

But of course, Jihyun never took your falls lightly and always made sure to have an extra change of clothes for you and something as a band aid.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

30.09.2022 // 21:34 MEST

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kdj-225 · 2 years

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Hello!! Was wondering if you could write something with KDJ and the ladies of KDJC? 🥺 something like what the ladies think about KDJ, and how they practically adopted him unlike how they treat the other men of KDJC XD or just the way they interact with one another in general! Sorry about the long ask 🙇🏻‍♀️

[I'm not sure if this still fits your prompt, but I did my best!! 😂😭 I hope you like it, even if it's just a little bit!💖 ]

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Dokja gets invited by the rest of his company to outings and meetings so often after his recuperation post-awakening, he doesn’t put much mind to it when Sangah says he’s invited to a private session for god knows what.

It’s probably just them trying to assure themselves of his presence, as unbelievable as that idea sounds. The very concept that he’s so loved that people would rather relive a whole decade (and maybe some millennia) than to let him go is a lot to take in, and it’s insane. It’s really, really insane.

It’s insane, but it’s the truth they keep pushing onto him, so who is he to call them liars?

All that being said…

He’s still unsure on what the session is for and why it’s being held at night, but he trusts Sangah to not lead him astray. That’s why, for all his hesitation, he still comes to the meeting place as promised.

To the closed door, he knocks twice.

Knock knock.

Slightly muffled through the wall, he hears, “Come in, Dokja-ssi!”

When he opens the door, it’s to the sight of his…friends? Family? Sitting in various positions on the mattress-covered floor. There’s Yoo Sangah, sitting neatly as always; Han Sooyoung, with crossed legs as she sucks on a lollipop; Jung Heewon, sitting back against the wall as she fiddles with a pack of face masks; Lee Seolhwa, sitting under folded legs as she passes over packs of face masks to the others; Jang Hayoung, lying on her side as she accepts a pack; Shin Yoosung, lying on her stomach with her feet kicking up in the air; Lee Jihye, sitting with her knees tucked up under her chin; Yoo Mia, lying on her back with her legs folded; and Biyoo, who’s in her human form as she lies flat on her back.

…hm? Isn’t there something odd about this selection of people?

“Close the door behind you,” Sooyoung orders. He does as asked, even if he does make a face at her attitude. Shamelessly, she adds, “C’mon and lie down already, hey.”

He gives her a look. She smirks back at him, not seeming to see anything wrong with how she’s ordering him around.

Well, she’s just like that, isn’t she?

He sighs. As he steps onto one mattress with sock-clad feet, he asks, “Isn’t there anyone else coming?”

“Hm? No, you were the only one we were waiting for,” Heewon says. She’s not even looking at him as she tears into the pack in her hands. “Ah, this is really sticky…ugh.”

He’d have frozen if he weren’t already in the middle of dropping himself into a seated position by Biyoo’s side. “What, so I’m the only man here? Isn’t this strange?”

“What’s strange about it, Dokja-ssi? You’re the only one who appreciates facial care,” Seolhwa says, smiling as she hands over a pack to him. He accepts it gratefully, even if he can’t tell just what expression he’s making at his confusion over this entire situation.

“Not even Yoo Joonghyuk?”

“Hah?” Sooyoung scoffs. “That bastard would sooner die than do something like this.”

“His sister’s right here…”

“Oppa doesn’t really do this kind of stuff,” Mia says, blinking innocent eyes up at him. “He’ll do it if I ask, probably, but…anyway, oppa’s not fit for this kind of sleepover.”

“Sleepover? I thought we were going to have a meeting, or something.”

“It’s a meeting in some way,” Sangah says. The smile on her lips makes Dokja think that she’s teasing him, making him narrow his gaze on her in suspicion. “But really, Dokja-ssi, we’re just here to relax and talk a bit. Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t much of a talker, is he?”

“I guess not,” he agrees with some uncertainty. Even so, wasn’t there Lee Hyunsung? Maybe not Gong Pildu, but…

Ah, whatever.

He rips through the package, and deftly unfolds the face mask sitting inside. As he carefully settles the mask on his face, he asks, “What did you want to talk about, then?”

“How are things going with you and Joonghyuk-ssi?”

Mia, who’d been passively lying down since earlier, eagerly turns over onto her stomach to direct her shiny-eyed gaze toward him. What? She’s with her brother often enough, wouldn’t he say somethi—

Oh. Probably not, huh.

“Well enough,” he says, smoothing down the sides of the mask at his temples, his cheeks. “He’s a mother hen still. I worry for his future wife if he’s going to be like this.”

“Ah, so no progress,” Sooyoung says. She already has a face mask on when he turns to look at her, though Sangah is the one helping in smoothing down the folded edges. The two of them getting closer in his absence is something to get used to, but it’s not so bad. It’s a bit bittersweet that he missed how their relationship developed into what it is, but, well…at least he’s here now.

“What other progress is supposed to happen?” he asks.

“Marriage?”

He blinks. “So quickly? He said he isn’t dating anyone, though? Or was that—”

“I’m talking about the two of you.”

“...ah.” He huffs out a breath. Again with these jokes? He’s sure it must look odd to an outsider that he and Joonghyuk could sacrifice so much for each other, but that doesn’t necessarily have to translate into romantic love. He’s sure these people know that best, considering what they’ve all done for each other.

He doesn’t even know what romantic love is like, nor is he interested in figuring it out.

“It’s not like that,” he says, smiling wryly as he pats down the mask on his face. His smile turns more genuine when Biyoo reaches up and stretches it out for him, her sweet smile warming him down to his core. To think that this child is his own, in a way. His very own family that he chose, who chose him back.

Wasn’t that the same case for everyone else here?

“It might not be,” Sangah agrees, smiling serenely as she lets Sooyoung assist her in patting down the mask on her face. “But, I don’t think Joonghyuk-ssi will be looking for a wife anytime soon, or in the future?”

“How can you be so sure?”

“He’s already spent enough millennia living life, Dokja-ssi. Having family,” Sangah says, voice soft as her gaze flits from Sooyoung to him, “it’s something he already has right here.”

That’s…true. Even Joonghyuk of the 0th turn had been satisfied as he was, and he’d chosen to come back regardless.

Because of curiosity? Because he wanted to know what was beyond the wall?

Because they were just meant to meet, no matter how Dokja felt about it?

“He’s a fool,” he sighs.

“For you, yes,” Seolhwa agrees. Her ease in saying it makes him cough, surprised as he is that she’d say something like that so bluntly. “You must have read it, right? Even something as simple as a moisturizing skill made him irritated, just because it had something to do with you.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing, or..?”

“He cares about you,” Seolhwa says, smiling at him. “Enough that he felt irritated, because he couldn’t understand why he felt that way. Because you confused him then, Dokja-ssi.”

“...can we talk about something else now?”

“How does it feel, knowing that master would regress and stop regressing just for you, ahjussi?”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again, then closes it again. To Jihye, he says weakly, “Next question.”

“What, that’s so boring! We want to hear your perspective on it instead of having to go through a book for it!”

“Still—”

“How does it feel, knowing that you’re undeniably loved, Kim Dokja?”

The room quiets at that question. It’s heavy all of a sudden, like there’s a weight on his entire body that has him falling still outside of his own volition.

Hayoung is blushing when she says it, but her determined gaze doesn’t waver despite this. It’s not a question he would’ve expected from her, or from anyone at all. And because he doesn’t expect it, he finds himself unable to answer for a moment.

He looks down at his lap, where Biyoo has settled her head to rest as she wears her own face mask. He looks up when he sees someone scooting over toward him, and smiles when he finds that it’s Yoosung. Taller now, a little more mature from when he last left her, yet still just as adorable when she leans into his side.

These people love him.

He loves them just the same. Maybe more than that, even. Enough that he’d change the world for them…but then, they’d done the exact same thing too, hadn’t they?

After a shaky inhale, he says,

“It feels warm.”

#orv #joongdok #omniscient reader's viewpoint #fanfic #request #my writing #kim dokja pov #kim dokja's company

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brighteststar707 · 2 years

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Chichichi~ If you wouldn't mind it, I'd love to see what you come up with for "Neck Kisses" or "kisses under the stars" if you'd prefer, with Yoosung☆. 🐟

Hellooo! These are super cute, and I decided to combine them both, so I hope you enjoy! The sweet star boy deserves all the kisses <3

Yoosung - Neck kisses & Kisses under the stars

The sky is clear tonight, and if you were a bit further away from the city, you’d be able to see the stars clearly. As it is, you can only make out the brightest ones.

The night is cold, and you both take advantage of it. Yoosung is holding your hand inside his pocket, and you snuggle close to him every time you pause. Despite the temperature, the walk is worth it.

You’re on your way back from a celebration dinner with the RFA to congratulate Yoosung on his graduation. You love to see the support the rest of them give him, and how proud they all are. He hears it often from you, but you know how much it means to hear it from all your friends too. He has been beaming all night.

On the way back home, you got nostalgic and decided to take a detour through the park close to his old dorm. In the early stages of your relationship, you’d walk through it almost daily to get to his home. It has been the backdrop to a lot of fumbling hand holding, even more kisses, and a few picnic dates.

Looking at him here, lit only by moonlight, you can’t help but notice just how far he has come. The person in front of you is almost unrecognizable from the scared, lost boy you met a few years ago.

He no longer wears his hairpins (though you still keep them at the bottom of your jewellery box). He speaks with more confidence and his smiles come more easily. He managed to finally open up about the things that had been haunting him since Rika’s disappearance (and everything that came after), and learned coping skills to help him when things become too much.

He attributes everything he has learned to you, but you know that he’s selling himself short.

He leads you down your usual route, off the path and onto the grass. Away from all the streetlights, the stars are slightly easier to see. You both pause and peer up at the sky to see if you can make out anything more.

He takes the opportunity to warm up your free hand in his other pocket and you intertwine your fingers with his. Holding hands in this spot in the park brings back a lot of memories for you.

“I think we had one of our first dates here, remember? You packed us the best lunches in those little boxes!”

He laughs as the memory resurfaces. “I was so nervous that you wouldn’t like it, I kept watching your face the whole time we ate.”

You remember that part too. In between taking bites, he would watch you attentively. Remembering the awkwardness of your first dates, where you were both learning to navigate your new relationship, makes you giggle.

“I thought it was cute!”

He smiles sheepishly and squeezes your hands in his own. “I’m lucky you did. I was so awkward back then, trying to impress you.”

“I was always impressed by you, you didn’t even have to try.”

That succeeds in making him blush. It’s harder than it used to be to catch him off guard, but he still gets shy when you compliment him like this.

You rest your head against him, happy for his warmth. He used to worry about his height, but you love being able to rest your head against his shoulder and nuzzle your face into his neck when you hug him.

There’s a little smattering of freckles across his neck that you love to follow with kisses, especially when he least expects it and will guarantee a reaction.

You move your head slightly so you can reach his neck and press a gentle kiss just above his collarbone. He squirms a little, and stutters out a surprised “honey!”, but you hear the smile in his voice. He loves it when you’re bold with him.

You free your hands from his pockets and wrap them around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. He wastes no time pulling you closer so he can kiss you properly.

You might not be able to see the stars, but you don’t need to. You don’t need to look anywhere but at him tonight.

#kissing the RFA #mystic messenger #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger yoosung kim #mysme yoosung #mysme yoosung kim #yoosung kim #my writing

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animeomegas · 2 years

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After your post, I thought how many ideas Tik Tok gives.

Naruto.

Shino is so shy and sees all sorts of cute couple videos or videos on how to seduce an alpha. And he wants all this too, but he can't. Use ninjutsu for work no, use it so your shy omega doesn't have to explain anything to you yes.

Kiba sees a video of puppies and children and gets baby fever. Or he does a tik tok with alpha pranks.

Naruto could see different things for the nest and want them. Or see diy and want to repeat them with alpha in order to do something together for his nest.

obey me

Somehow the alpha showed a human tik tok and all the demons got hooked on it.

Beelzebub is my favorite so I think he has seen a lot of food videos and I would have to repeat it all for him to try.

Leviathan would watch anime clips and save the ones he wanted to watch. Separate those that he wanted to see with alpha.

We could send him cute videos with compliments or excerpts from anime and write it with us to make him embarrassed.

I think Asmo himself would run an account with makeup and personal care, sometimes posting a couple challenge.

mystic messenger

Alpha can help Zen start an account with songs, maybe videos from rehearsals. I think this could help him become even more popular.

Yoosung would probably find double games that he wanted to play with the alpha. And I can't stop thinking that he's sending videos to the alpha "send this video to the alpha and let him choose" or all sorts of funny videos while sitting next to him.

I decided to share my thoughts.

I also wanted to thank you for your creativity, I'm about to graduate from university and your blog helps me relax

Yes! I love this! Omegaverse Tiktok headcanons are great XD

Shino - Yes! He sees all these cute relationship challenges and cute date ideas and he really wants to try them, but he won't bring them up because he's embarrassed 🤭 He might make a mini playlist if you ask him to, that way you can watch what he likes without him having to tell you.

Kiba - Kiba is weird when it comes to baby fever, like he doesn't really get it that often?? Because he normally has a newborn or young toddler that shatters any allure that a new one might have haha. Does that makes sense? He has so many babies, he doesn't get baby fever haha. He just wanted a huge family pack and is also terrible with birth control and very fertile. He does however find the parenting life hacks incredibly helpful because fuck does he need them. If Tiktok can give him an activity that will keep all his pups occupied for an afternoon, then he's down for that.

Naruto - Listen, Naruto, if he had access to social media and YouTube and stuff, would learn how to make his nest from them. He didn't have anyone to teach him how, so he loves seeing how other people do it so he can copy and take the bits he likes. He will order weird shit for his nest sometimes though. He acknowledges that some of the stuff is weird, but don't you dare call his ramen pillow weird, because he'll defend it 😤😤

Beel - Yes, he watches food Tiktoks and then eats more than normal, so Lucifer bans him from it.

Levi - He spends so much time on Tiktok, I can't even say. He loves it, but it also triggers his envy when people have better cosplays than him or better anime collections and set ups. So, maybe it's best to limit him sometimes.

Asmo - Easily Devildom Tiktok famous. He loves the app and showing his adoring followers his beauty routines and sex toy collections makes him happy lol.

Zen - Yes, that would be so good for exposure!! He would so go viral singing with his shirt off XD

Yoosung - this made me laugh because Yoosung really would send those 'send this to your alpha' Tiktoks. He eagerly awaits for a reply every time and takes them seriously haha.

Those were great!! Thank you for sharing them with me!!

and oh my gosh!! Congratulations on graduating, that's amazing 🎉🎉 I'm glad I could help you relax, goodness knows students need it XD Have a wonderful day! <3

#asks #hcs #omegaverse

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itsdrawingmen · 2 months

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Hey I am the same anon who came up with the headcannon (or maybe partially cannon) that yoosung can sing and has a sweet voice and to be honest

I would like both fics and headcannon posts and basically EVERYTHING related to it. Let your imagination run wild I really love your work

Secondly rn i cannot find the chat where he mentions that he was in a band but I will try to find it as soon as i get time. Cuz I CLEARLY remember seeing that but now it feels like some sort of Mandela effect. I hope its not mandela effect😭😭😭😭

Ooh, lovely anon, so basically my headcanons are as follows:

Yoosung’s story of artistic endeavours is a little similar to Zen’s in that his parents never took it seriously because you can’t monetize it consistently, or they perceive it as something you must have ‘talent’ to do. Yoosung is not extraordinary, so they’re dismissive. So all he can do, he’s mostly self-taught, with some inconsistent help from especially sweet teachers

He’s extremely embarrassed, especially in front of Zen who’s a professional

Singing is one of his ways of dealing with strong emotions. He picks songs with lyrics that resonate and pours his soul out

He was in a band, so he definitely has a good ear and a sense of rhythm, better than he gives himself credit for, but because he doesn’t have a formal education, he’s self-conscious. In the band, he sang and played percussion.

And also, you're in luck, because I put together a little something - it's more of a 'sketch' honestly, but I like it, so let's leave it here.

The house feels like home, Zen thinks as he passes around it.

His gaze brushes habitually across the textures of the wall, across the familiar cracks, then the ancient graffiti. He stops at the spot, and can almost imagine the heels of his sneakers falling into place, as if there is a slot for them. He smiles. The habituality feels good. The house feels like home. The more now that there’s a light in his windows, poking just over the asphalt.

It’s his favourite place to smoke: behind the house, right by his own windows. Out of the way, away from the prying eyes, where he would only bother himself. Zen pulls out the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. I will quit, he tells himself. One of these days. Yes, definitely one of these days.

The little light flickers, summoned by his fingers. Zen lights up the cigarette and takes a drag.

Then he hears it, rising from down below, quiet still, but his ear catches it immediately.

The voice.

Zen turns his head. The kitchen window is open into the warm spring air.

The light means Yoosung.

The voice.

He lowers down until he is crouching and bates his breath. Yes, there is no doubt. Yoosung is singing.

He can hear the running water and the clinking dishes faintly, and over them, the voice rises, timid at first, then louder and louder, little by little, until it opens heartily into a refrain.

‘Healing, o-oh! Healing, touching, for living!’

That’s such an old song, how does he even know it? He puts so much heart in that refrain, the choice of song is definitely not random. He knows it, no, more than that, he feels it.

Yoosung’s voice betrays a trembly vibrato in the verse. His breathing is wrong, Zen thinks. A normal mistake. He needs to use his belly. He forces it, just a little, but it’s so easily fixed.

He has such a nice voice, though, he can’t help but notice. It’s soft and mellow, on the tenor side — just a tiny bit rough around the edges, evidently untrained, but still already so good. Zen takes a drag of his cigarette and closes his eyes as he exhales. Yoosung’s voice is clear, stable on the notes, if a little inconsistent with the breath, but that gives it charm. After all, the song itself almost asks for it.

He plays around the phrase, his voice growing in confidence.

‘Healing, and help is coming.’

He has a sweet accent, too.

Where did you learn to sing, Yoosungie?

He puts out the cigarette on the asphalt and finds his jar to throw the butt in. Rises quietly, as if not to disturb. Yoosung’s voice has grown, bloomed in confidence, covering the hum of the running water.

‘And so, we need it, all I know, we need it, and so…’

Such an old song. He remembers trying it by ear on his guitar. The strings were so bad, but he had no money for new ones. Healing, he sang, touching. Did he believe, then, that healing and help were coming?

He hasn’t played in so long. He feels his fingertips itch. Will Yoosung sing if he plays?

Quiet, stupid heart.

He doesn’t want to think why his chest feels so full, so fluttery.

He steps springily away, passes around the house that feels like home. Opens the door, descends the stairs. Puts the key into the keyhole as quietly as he can. Presses the doorknob so slowly, so carefully.

As he opens the door, the flat is filled with the voice. He sings something else now, but something even more familiar — Zen knows this song, he remembers singing it for an audition. He remembers his director calling him, telling him he has got the role. ‘Even though the song choice was godawful,’ he told him then.

A good song.

A sad song.

A song about love.

It suits Yoosung’s voice so well, or maybe he just sings it so heartfelt.

He locks the door, he’s slow, quiet. But his chest can no longer contain his voice. He covers the last few steps till the kitchen, and then he joins in.

Then, the song stops, abruptly, leaving Zen hanging. Yoosung turns around sharply, Zen meets his gaze: a little lost, a little glazed, a little bewildered.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Why’d you stop?’

‘Z-Zen?’

‘You never told me you had such a cool voice.’

A blush creeps over Yoosung’s cheeks.

‘I… oh, it’s… nothing, really…’

‘Come on, I wanted to sing, too.’

‘Go on…’

Zen huffs, smiles.

‘Come on. Sing with me.’

He's curious now. He wants to know how they will sound. Yoosung’s wet hand reaches up, runs through his hair.

‘Oh, I’m not… I don’t sound well…’

‘You do. Come on. I love that song, indulge me.’

Yoosung smiles awkwardly, apologetically.

‘I’ll ruin it for you.’

‘Try me.’

Zen comes up to the table and leans on it.

‘Come on. Start. I’ll join.’

Yoosung’s smile grows even more helpless.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Deffo.’

Yoosung hesitates for a moment more. Then clears his throat. Zen encourages him with a smile and a nod. Yoosung turns away, stops the running water.

There is a long moment of silence. And then he sings.

And Zen lets him have that verse, then takes a breath and joins in.

His voice is lower, and it supports Yoosung’s so well. They blend together nicely, Zen thinks. Make a good duet. Needs a little polishing, but undoubtedly a good duet. Yoosung turns around to face him slowly, and Zen sees a little smile blooming on his face.

‘You were in love with someone else, but I just wanted you to stay by my side…’

He feels Yoosung’s voice jump off of his own, finally finding a solid base, growing stronger off him. The gaze of Yoosung’s different eyes travels up to fix on Zen’s.

‘You were more beautiful than anyone else, it hurts that I can’t even hold you in my arms…’

Zen has to look away. There’s something in Yoosung’s gaze, in Yoosung’s voice, that reaches deep into him, deeper than he wants to let him.

‘It hurts…’

He allows himself to play with modifications, and Yoosung’s voice holds the melody steady. He has done this before, Zen thinks. It’s impossible he has such a good ear without any learning or practice.

He tries not to think about that something in his gaze.

He honestly tries.

‘I won’t ask anymore, I won’t hope anymore.’

He finally dares to look at Yoosung, at his eyes, now closed as he pours his heart out into the song. He watches him sing, and he notices all the overforced notes, all the oversqueezed falsettos, but still somehow it all falls together into something so honest, so brutal — so perfect. A blue vein pulses on Yoosung’s throat, bulging as he puts effort in, and Zen catches himself transfixed. Yoosung is out of breath now, but he still holds the note before opening his eyes and meeting Zen’s gaze.

‘It hurts…’

Zen is silent. Yoosung’s voice, soft, mellow again, fills the kitchen air, seeps through Zen’s very heart before dissolving.

Then, Zen raises his hands and claps.

We should do this again sometime, he thinks. I should play, you should sing. I will pick up and learn your favourite songs, and I’ll tell you how to breathe with the belly. You’ll tell me where you’ve done this before.

But as Yoosung’s different eyes are fixed on him, and the aftermath of his song still rings through the beige kitchen, all Zen does is simply stand and clap.

#also we definitely should take this to main #I want to keep drawingmen the art blog #yoozen #zensung #mystic messenger

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minniejo-fics · 1 year

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Little Prince Sungho part 2

I made a second Kingdom little space fic

When Youngjoon moved into the dorm, he was actually kind of nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous moving into a household where everyone else has been living together for over a year. Not to mention it had only been a couple of months since one of the members had left the group, and he was slightly afraid that there was going to be misplaced negative emotions toward him. While it had been a little awkward for a couple of days, Youngjoon quickly acclimated to the chaos and he seemed to get along rather well with all of his new hyungs and dongsaeng.

However, there was something that Youngjoon was noticing. Even though he was getting along rather well with the group, there were several nights where the other six would leave the dorm together to go do something and it was clear that he wasn’t invited to whatever it was they were doing. When they would leave Seungbo or Yunho would tell him that they were leaving for a few hours and not to expect them back until late. Those nights he wound up eating dinner alone. He wanted to ask if he could tag along or why he wasn’t invited, but at the same time felt that it would be rude to try to intrude on a tradition that they’d been doing before he arrived. He ultimately decided to wait and see if they’d invite him eventually.

While it is true that there was an activity that the other Kingdom members weren’t including Youngjoon in, it wasn’t for a lack of trying, or respect, or anything like that. The members were leaving the dorm to the company building, so that Sungho and Yoosung could regress for a couple of hours. Even though the group had been doing these weekly regressions for the past three months, Sungho was having some trouble being able to freely regress. It would take almost an hour before Sungho would be able to properly regress. And once he was regressed, he became convinced that he was breaking his rules that had been discarded and it would take a bit to calm him down. It did help that Yoosung was actively regressed to show him that he wasn’t breaking any rules, but it had been decided that the group wasn’t going to include Youngjoon until Sungho became more comfortable regressing around others.

Kingdom’s comeback was right around the corner and tensions were running a bit high. The group had been doing a fair amount of international travel recently and all the members were a bit nervous about how well the group’s first comeback with the new line-up would be. Essentially, with how packed their schedules have been, the weekly regressions have been put to the wayside. Both Yoosung and Sungho were understanding. Heck, Sungho was the first to suggest that they pause the sessions for a couple of weeks in favor of being fully prepared for the comeback. In the meantime, the two littles did their best to do partial regressions in their rooms until they had the time for full regression with caregivers.

The most recent dance practice practice could have gone better. Seungbo had been called into an urgent meeting and Yunho was currently sidelined for an ankle injury and was told not to do any dancing on his leg until the comeback. Meanwhile Sungho and Yoosung were spacier than usual, a clear indicator that they needed to regress, but none of the others knew what to look for, since until now, they’d been on top of their schedule. Essentially, Dongsik, Jihun, and Youngjoon were the only ones properly practicing and everyone was frustrated.

The song they were currently practicing ended, and the group broke for water. The group moved over to the couch where Yunho was sitting and sat down. “Guys, I think we should hold off on practice until hyung is back from his meeting. With two people out it didn’t look good. Also, Yoosung and Sungho, are you guys feeling okay? You were both missing cues that you normally have no problem hitting.” Yunho commented since he was watching the group so he could give comments on the practice even though he himself couldn’t dance.

“We’re fine, hyung. We stayed up a bit late playing video games, so we’re both a bit tired.” Yoosung said. Dongsik and Youngjoon confirmed that neither Sungho nor Yoosung had been in their room the previous night. They looked over to Sungho, who was drinking from his water bottle. “Hmm, yeah, playing video games, just tired.” The group fell into silence as they drank their water.

As everyone began putting their water bottles away to resume practice, Seungbo walked into the room. “Yunho, Manager-nim wants to take you to the doctor to get your leg reevaluated to make sure you can partake in the comeback. Dongsik and Jihun, Apparently some of your scenes need to quickly be re-shot, so you both need to go with the producer.” Yunho, Dongsik, and Jihun got up to go to the requested locations.

“Schedules are cancelled for the rest of the day. I’m going to go to the studio to write some lyrics. You three can relax or continue practicing okay.” Seungbo said to the remaining three members as he left the dance studio.

“Hyungs,” Youngjoon said to both Sungho and Yoosung before they had a chance to stand up. “Do you guys want to watch a movie? There’s a movie that came out a few months ago that I hear has a very interesting political commentary on genocide and fascism. I know you both said you’re tired, but the movie’s on Netflix, so we don’t even have to go very far.” Sungho and Yoosung thought it over briefly before nodding and the trio moved to an adjacent studio that was free and had a projector.

Sungho and Yoosung were expecting Youngjoon to put on a drama or a comedy. Maybe even some kind of historical piece. They were not expecting the second youngest to put on the newest My Little Pony movie. They both tried their best to remain big, but it was a quickly lost battle and the two older members were entranced in the movie before they knew it.

All three members were actively paying attention to the movie. Youngjoon because, as he said, wanted to see and dissect the themes of genocide and fascism. Yoosung and Sungho were fully entranced with the movie because ponies. The two older members had wound up fully regressed within the first ten minutes of the movie and everyone was enjoying themselves. Youngjoon noticed that his hyungs seemed to be more relaxed than they had been the past couple of days, so he didn’t comment on their lack of communication when he tried to comment on some of the actions Sprout was doing.

Roughly halfway into the movie, things went a bit south. A rather bad smell began permeating the room and Sungho began crying. Youngjoon wasn’t at all sure what had happened and watched as Yoosung tried to calm Sungho down with zero success. Sungho was getting more and more distressed. Youngjoon decided to pause the movie and see for himself what was wrong and try to help out his hyung.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Youngjoon tried asking. He seemed to startle Yoosung and Sungho a little. Sungho began crying harder and Yoosung looked at him a bit hesitant before ultimately deciding to speak.

“Hyungie, Sungie had an asidet.” Youngjoon was very much caught off guard. First by Yoosung calling him hyungie, then Yoosung not using honorifics with Sungho, and lastly Yoosung’s slightly slurred speech. It took him a second to figure out that asidet meant accident. He quickly glanced over to Sungho, and sure enough, there was a decent size stain on his pants.

While it did make sense for Sungho to be upset about wetting himself, Youngjoon didn’t think it warranted the level of distress he was currently exhibiting. “Hyung, do you have a change of clothes in your bag?” Youngjoon asked, but Sungho continued to cry and placed the middle and ring fingers of his right hand in his mouth. Youngjoon was completely lost when Yoosung spoke up again

“Hyungie, Sungie free. Her need help wif his diaper.” It took Youngjoon several seconds to fully comprehend what Yoosung said and he was still very confused. “What do you mean hyung is free, and what do you mean by diaper? He’s an adult.” Youngjoon got up to grab the bottle of bleach water he knew was kept in ever practice room so he could clean up the mess since it didn’t look like Yoosung was going to help and it was clear that Sungho was too distressed to help.

“Hyungie,” Yoosung whined, causing Youngjoon to stop in his tracks and look at the older member. He still had no clue why he was being addressed like that. “Sungie is free. Her has special bag in locker.” Yoosung said as they held up four fingers. Youngjoon decided that he’d humour his hyung’s weird behaviour and go to the locker room after cleaning up the mess on the floor. He got Sungho to stand up and wait by the door while he cleaned up the puddle of pee.

“Okay guys let’s go to the locker room.” Youngjoon said as threw away the towels and grabbed some hand sanitizer from his bag. Sungho was still crying with his fingers in his mouth and Yoosung was still trying and failing to calm him down.

It didn’t take long for the trio to arrive in the locker room. Youngjoon went over to where Sungho’s locker is and opened it up. Just like Yoosung had said, there was a bag inside. He pulled the bag out and opened it up. He was even more confused when he saw pull-ups, diapers, a couple of pacifiers, a onesie, and some other things that are typically associated with young children. Youngjoon stared at the contents of the bag for several seconds, trying to figure out what specifically was going on. Thankfully Yoosung seemed to know and clumsily grabbed the baby wipes, a diaper, and the onesie.

“Sungie a baby. Her need diaper.” Youngjoon watched as Yoosung also grabbed a mat that was in Sungho’s locker and placed it on the floor. He then helped Sungho (who was still crying) get on the mat. Yoosung then stared at Youngjoon expectantly. It took Youngjoon several more seconds before he realized that Yoosung wanted him to put the diaper on Sungho. As much as Youngjoon wanted to ask questions, he wasn’t sure he was going to get any answers. He decided to consult google later, and for now go along with whatever it was that was happening. It took him a bit to figure out how to properly clean Sungho and put the diaper on, but he managed it. The older member seemed a bit calmer after having been changed, but he was still crying. “Okay hyungs, do you guys want to head back to the room we were in and finish the movie, or should we go back to the dorm?” Youngjoon asked as he threw the trash away and put Sungho’s soiled clothes into a garbage bag. Sungho continued to suck on his fingers while Yoosung said movie. The trio went back to the practice room.

Once the three men had resumed the movie, Youngjoon decided to try to look up his hyungs’ odd behaviour. After a couple of minutes, he found something that looked like it lined up with what was happening. He then remembered Yoosung’s words of “Sungie free” while holding up a few fingers. Yoosung must’ve been telling him Sungho’s current mental age. Yoojung decided that he would try treating his hyungs as if they were children and ask questions later.

It quickly became apparent that all interest in the movie had been lost. Sungho never stopped crying and Yoosung was beginning to look distressed as well, so Youngjoon decided that it would be better to head back to the dorm. “Yoosung, Sungho, let’s go back home.” He called. Yoosung whined a little at nothing, but stood up and walked over to Youngjoon. Sungho needed a bit of coaxing to get up.

Youngjoon struggled a little bit with carrying all of the bags and making sure that his two hyungs were following him to the dorm. They were both very distracted and kept veering off path to literally smell the roses. He had so many questions for his members later.

Upon entering the dorm, both Yoosung and Sungho became a bit more relaxed. Sungho sat on the floor of the living room, continuing to cry as Yoosung ran to his room. Youngjoon crouched next to Sungho and tried to console him for about a minute, when Yoosung returned with a stuffed animal. Youngjoon watched as Sungho made grabby hands towards the toy and calmed down a little bit more once it was in his grasp.

“So Yoosung, if Sungho is three, how old are you?” Youngjoon asked, hoping that he actually had an understanding of what was happening. To his relief, Yoosung grinned widely and held up five fingers. “I’m four.” He declared proudly. Yoosung then went over to a toy chest that was cleverly disguised as a footstool and emptied it of the blocks that were hiding inside.

“Sungie stiw cwying, because he fink he iwn twouble.” Yoosung said this as he began to build some kind of tower. Youngjoon didn’t really know how to respond to the statement, so all he asked was “Why?” He got a shoulder shrug in return. “Sungie keep saying he break rules, but hyungies say he no break rules.” Youngjoon added more questions to his list.

Slowly Sungho calmed down and crawled over to Yoosung and grabbed a block. Although instead of helping with the tower, he put it in his mouth. Youngjoon and Yoosung built the tower for around forty five minutes, before Youngjoon felt his stomach rumble. He glanced at the clock and took note that it was past lunch time. “Sungho, Yoosung, what do you guys want for lunch?” He asked. Yoosung immediately started screaming about mac and cheese while Sungho shrugged his shoulders, so he decided to just go make that. He also made some chicken and broccoli so there would be other food.

Lunch went okay, aside from the two glasses of spilled water and the fact that half of Sungho’s food wound up smeared all over his face instead of in his mouth. Youngjoon laughed a bit at the sheer mess that was created before grabbing a damp paper towel to clean up. “Okay guys, let’s finish getting cleaned up, then we’ll have a nap. Okay?” Both Sungho and Yoosung complained a bit because they wanted to continue playing, but they relented after Youngjoon put on a show of wanting to take a nap as well. Once Sungho and Yoosung were tucked in and sleeping, Youngjoon turned on some harp music then grabbed his phone before going to the living room to clean up the blocks and then clean the pots from lunch. When he finished cleaning, he sent a message to the group chat that he felt a group meeting was in order.

After about an hour, Youngjoon felt it was probably time to wake up his hyungs. He went to their room and turned on the light before shaking them both awake. Yoosung immediately went to the bathroom and Sungho groggily climbed out of his bed. “I wet.” he said to Youngjoon. Sungho seemed much calmer now, and Youngjoon was glad about that. However Youngjoon didn’t know if they even had any diapers in the dorm. Shortly after Yoosung returned from the bathroom.

“Yoosung, do you know if Sungie has any diapers here?” Yoosung nodded his head before pointing at the closet. Younjoon opened the door and quickly found the desired item. Youngjoon made semi-quick work of changing Sungho before bringing him to the living room where Yoosung had pulled out playdough from somewhere and had the containers and cutting tools layed out on the coffee table. Youngjoon and Sungho sat down and began playing with the dough, although it quickly became apparent that Sungho was more interested in putting it in his mouth. Youngjoon was feeling a bit stupid for not grabbing a pacifier from the bag at the company building.

“Does Sungho have any pacis here?” Youngjoon asked. Yoosung nodded and got up, running back to his room before returning with the object. Yoosung placed the pacifier in Sungho’s mouth before going back to his playdough. Now that Sungho’s mouth was occupied with the pacifier, he was much more inclined to just roll the playdough.

The trio spent the next hour or so just playing with the playdough. Youngjoon was having some trouble keeping the other two from mixing the colors, but otherwise it was fairly calm. Eventually the Youngjoon heard the door open. He could hear that all four hyungs got back at the same time. He heard them wondering what the group meeting was going to be about, then saw them freeze when they entered the living room.

“Okay, so I think I know why you called a group meeting.” Yunho said as he limped his way to the sofa. The other three also made themselves comfortable. They initially started with basic small talk and saying how their day had gone. Yunho had been told that he should be healed enough for the comeback. He had also shared that he had decided to spend the rest of his day going to the zoo. Seungbo had been called into another meeting, but he had also gotten part of another song written. Jihun and Dongsik were a bit annoyed at the parts they had to refilm, but it wasn’t anything too big.

As the members had started talking, Sungho had happily made his way into Dongsik’s lap and Yoosung made his way over to Yunho. They were both very much still regressed and Yoosung decided to start talking. “We watched a pony movie wif hyungie. But den Sungie had an asident. Hyungie got him cleaned up do. And then, and then we came home and hyungie made us lunch. I built a tower, and now we play wif playdough.” he said excitedly.

“It sounds like you two had quite the day.” Seungbo said before looking at Youngjoon. “I’m sure you have questions.” Youngjoon nodded. Seungbo, Yunho, Dongsik, and Jihun spent the next half hour answering all of Youngjoon’s questions. When Youngjoon brought up the rules that Sungho had broken, Dongsik explained that he had these rules that said he wasn’t allowed to regress in front of others nor outside his room. As such they’ve been working on getting him to be more comfortable with his headspace. Seungbo then apologized for them all leaving him alone once a week, but they wanted to try and have Sungho more comfortable with his regression before telling him about it. That made tons of sense to Youngjoon, so he was quick to accept the apology.

Over the course of the evening, Sungho and Yoosung both came out of their headspace. Sungho apologized to Youngjoon for being an inconvenience. However, Seungbo and Yunho were quick to silence him. Yoosung thanked Youngjoon properly for taking care of him. At dinner the others continued to answer questions as Youngjoon got them. When dessert came out, Sungho asked a question.

“Now that Joon knows about us being little, can we stop regressing at the company, it’s weird.” Everyone laughed a little while agreeing with the ‘weird’ statement. Seungbo was quick to say that as long as everyone was okay with it, there was no reason to continue regressing at the company building.

#kingdom #little space #age regresseion

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asterjennifer · 2 years

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Mystictober 2022 | Day 11 - Instrument

Summary: Saeyoung couldn't remember the deal he made with Jumin a while ago.

But the CEO remembers and brings him somewhere exclusive.

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To combine the intelligence of a former hacker wearing the S-Rank with one of the businessman's, claimed as one of the best CEO's, had never been quite like people imagined.

Usually it's about the one and only cat in their lives; the pet that Saeyoung couldn't get enough of for which Jumin felt tempted to cut off his fingers more than once. Their relationship didn't base on their status; which made it unbelievable bizarre at times to watch them.

However on rare occasions, such as tonight, they actually found that there's one aspect that's worth enjoying together. And that's music.

Saeyoung didn't trust Jumin's invite at first. Especially as he only asked for his presence; neither MC, not his brother, Jaehee, Zen nor Yoosung. It's only the two of them and that's rightfully odd to the whole group.

Yet Saeyoung agreed, thinking there's nothing that could go wrong. Thus he even packed a backpack and left the bunker around the time the sun started setting. A beautiful view to watch when driving down town.

Arriving, he found himself in front of an entrance which couldn't have been more classic. Some people threw him confused stares; although Jumin adviced him for elegant clothes he ended up with a smile shirt and jeans regardless.

Seems that hadn't been enough, not with the vibe that place steamed off. The redhead looked around in awareness; a slight grin on his face while raising his eyebrow. “What's this about?” He chuckled after reaching the older member.

Jumin, wearing his usual dark blue suit paired with white gloves only tugged on them. Letting his gaze wander for a second before looking back to the other. “I figured you'd enjoy this.”

With no further explanation; the CEO turned on his heels in all peace of mind, being followed by the former agent rather clumsily. “This looks hella catchy,” He pointed out.

“I don't know if you're right with that, Jumin lol.” The bouncer dressed in formal clothing handed them both a glass with what the redhead assumed to be alcohol.

Therefore, he poured it out into one of the passing plants as they both went into the hall of the Gala. There's only so much talking going on considering the people appeared busy by appreciating the music that already echoed through the walls. Given his outstanding skills; nobody noticed Saeyoung tilting his glass.

Jumin turned his gently in a circle, getting the wine into its perfect state. Still having that poker face Saeyoung's familiar with and making him wonder what he thought in that exact moment. And like he's been heard; Jumin cracked a smile.

“There are different genres that will attend the evening Gala,” He explained while entering the next best room. “And I know you like this.”

The sudden claim confused Saeyoung. Staring back with suspecting amber eyes, he let them scan the room instead. There's a band on the stage. A saxophone held by one of the women; a violin placed on another men's shoulder and what he assumed must be an accordion in the back.

A loud gasp escaped him, totally caught off guard by the start of their play and it sounding exactly like country music, perhaps even owing its personal touch which sounded beautiful to them both. It had Saeyoung squeeze a fist in excitement immediately; unconsciously pleasing Jumin's satisfaction for guessing correctly.

“Woah! This is lit!” The younger one wheezed in amazement, looking back at his friend. “But seriously, why me from all people?”

That question again. The CEO sighed out, putting his free hand onto Saeyoung's shoulder and for a split second it's only the music filling the room.

Jumin then narrowed his eyes in amusement. “We have had to catch up on something. Do you remember?” He asked and Saeyoung titled his head, obviously curious. “I promised if you leave Elizabeth the third in peace at the next meeting then I gain you access to something exclusive.”

“Oh, oh my god that's what this is about?” As the one with black hair nodded; the redhead couldn't countian the laughter as well as his foot tapping to the beat of the band. “I guess I should behave well more if I get this stuff for free!”

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