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Sae My Name - Chapter 4: Letting the Cat out of the Bag

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 4 Wordcount: 2148 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part.

Chapter Specific Notes: Yes, I did decide to force Tumblr's formatting to accept my fics so you could all read them without having to leave your comfy hellsite. You can also read this on Ao3, updating every Monday.

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In hindsight, lunch was a terrible choice.

Not the food that they ordered nor the company they kept was at fault, but simply being in public, together, was too much for the universe to bear. About halfway through their meal, Jin saw Seven stiffen with a bite of his steak halfway to his mouth.

“I need to... I won’t be back. Jumin, watch Jin.” He stood and made a beeline for the door, but Jin couldn’t shake the fear she’d seen in his eyes. She knew who he’d seen. There is only one person who could inspire that much fear in a person, and if he was here…he knew she was here. Jin just hoped Seven got away safely. It was a slim chance, but in this case, any chance was better than no chance.

“Jumin.” She looked up at him. “This is going to suck. And I’m sorry for… whatever you hear.”

Jumin’s eyes narrowed just in time for a hand to come down hard on her shoulder.

“Saejin.” A voice she knew all too well rumbled from behind her. “It took you more than a year, but you managed to lure out one of your brothers. I’m proud of you, son.”

She shuddered at his tone, his words like daggers to her heart. She knew she should do something, but she was frozen in fear. The look of betrayal on Jumin’s face at her father’s appearance and his apparent realization as to her past hurt more than Jin was expecting. Jin’s vision blurred with tears as she shook her head. She’d never wanted this. Anything but this. She’d only finally found her family, and now… he’d found Saeyoung.

Only years of experience listening through her pain allowed her to hear what her father said next.

“It seems you’ve taken a liking to my son’s deviance, Director Han. See if you can’t keep him out of trouble while he finds the third one, will you?”

The sound of her father’s footsteps striding away sounded like nails in her coffin. The moment his hand was off her shoulder she lurched to her feet and tried to run in the direction Seven had gone off in. Jumin’s sudden grip on her wrist stopped her.

“You are not going anywhere.” Jumin said coldly.

Jin turned sharply to glare at him, but whatever she’d been intending to say died on her lips at the pain and betrayal she saw in Jumin’s eyes.

“I think you have some explaining to do.” Jaehee said, also standing. “Mr. Han, shall we adjourn to your office?”

“That seems best.”

As they left the restaurant, Jin followed numbly. Had Seven gotten away? And what about his twin— their brother?

Has father been on my tail this whole time? Just pretending to let me be free? Have I really been a pawn? How could I think I was smarter than him? That he wouldn’t recognize me as a woman? Why does it hurt so much that he still uses ‘he’ to refer to me?

“So, Luciel said that you were siblings.” Jumin said, once they were in his office. “Previously he told me he had a twin brother, but you are not he.”

“He did?” He told anyone about his family? That seems…

“Well, the resemblance is uncanny.” Jaehee said quietly.

“I’m not the twin brother he told you about. We’re two of a set of triplets. I just learned this. I grew up thinking I was an only child until I met him with V at the cafe.” Jin said. She knew she was supposed to keep this all a secret, but Jumin seemed to already know part of the story, and Seven wasn’t answering her texts, which meant that all bets were off. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner who my father was, Mr. Han. You know me as… as his son.”

Jumin had the grace to look confused. “But you are a woman.” He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to him.

Bless you, Jumin Han. Jin thought, fighting tears again. “I was born male, unfortunately. My father prefers sons over daughters, so he can’t even consider the possibility that I’m actually a woman.” A small shiver ran down her spine as she pushed down the memories that came along any time she thought about her father and her femininity in the same paragraph. “Apparently he’d been trying to get his hands on the other two this entire time, and was using me. I thought.. I thought I’d successfully run away, but I was wrong. He was just letting me think I was free.”

“No.” Jumin said quietly. “You were not wrong.”

“What?” Jin’s eyes snapped to his.

“There have been a few events over this last year where the prime minister lost face because he could not bring you along. If he had any kind of guess where you were, he would not have taken those losses. They were significant, despite his efforts to pass it off as you studying overseas.” Jumin said, and Jaehee nodded.

“He likely said that to unsettle you. To get under your skin. And it worked, Jin.” Jaehee bit her lip, then let out a sigh. “Gods, I’ve been wondering for months who hurt you for you to be so jumpy at class, but I never worked up the guts to ask you outright.”

“I was jumpy?”

“I’m sure most of the students didn’t notice, but I’ve enough trauma of my own to see it in someone else.”

Jin nodded. That made sense. She hadn’t been trained to hide her feelings or anything, she just tended to be a quiet sort so she got away with it. But Jaehee having trauma surprised her. She just doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to… well, trauma has many causes, I shouldn’t judge.

Just then, Jin’s phone rang, lighting up and vibrating against the tabletop. She looked at it, for a moment thinking that Seven was calling to tell her he was alright. That moment, however, was dashed quickly as her caller ID informed her of the caller. It was Vanderwood. Jin swallowed thickly, and answered.

“This is Jin.”

“Jin, where is Zero Seven?”

“I… he… fuck.” Jin tried to collect her thought so that she could speak articulately to Vanderwood, though she wasn’t feeling particularly articulate at the moment.

“Did something happen, Jin?” Vanderwood said, and she could practically feel his calm aggression over the phone.

“I think he got taken, Vanderwood.” Jin said, very quietly, but she was sure he still heard her.

“Taken?!” Vanderwood paused, and when he started speaking again, his voice was flat and cold. “Where are you?”

“Jumin’s office.”

“Don’t move. I’m on my way.”

Jin looked up at Jumin and Jaehee who’d heard the entirety of the call given how quiet the room was and how loud her phone speaker usually was.

“Who was that?” Jaehee asked, and Jumin’s single raised eyebrow echoed the same question.

“Vanderwood. He’s Seven’s… partner?” Jumin flinched, and she hastily reworded. “Coworker? Handler? Something. I don’t know, he helped me get my stuff from my apartment without me getting caught last night.”

“I heard about some of that from Zen this morning.” Jumin said dryly. Jin wondered if Zen had teased Jumin about getting Jin into his bed, like he’d suggested he would.

“Anyway, He’s on his way here to…” She paused, realizing she had no idea what Vanderwood was going to do once he got there. Interrogate her? Pitch a tantrum like a toddler? Spearhead the Search for Seven? Damn, Seven. Saeyoung. Why did I ever have to meet you? You were surviving just fine without ever knowing I existed. Jin thought, mournfully. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” She could feel the tears running down her face. “If I had just kept my head down and avoided contact with people, he’d be fine.”

“Jin…” Jumin said, sighing. “I need you to understand that this is not entirely your fault. Certainly putting two redheads in the same place caught his notice faster, but Luciel and I have been going out to meals far more often than we should have, given what you have said about your father. If only I had gotten Luciel to tell me why he liked to stay in. If only I were less stubborn.” Jin tipped her head to the side curiously as Jumin continued. “We… are seeing each other. We have been for more than a year.”

Jaehee’s smirk told Jin that she already knew, but for Jin, it was just like someone had checked a box she was expecting.

“Yeah, I can see that. You two go together really well.” Jin said, smiling. “My brother may be more in love with your cat though. He has so many pictures of her.”

Jumin grinned. “Elizabeth the 3rd is the best possible cat. I, too, have a great many photos of her.”

Jaehee sighed, recognizing their conversation going off the rails the moment ‘cat’ was mentioned. “Back to the point,” she said, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

A knock at the door which in fact heralded Vanderwood, and a concerned receptionist who’d followed him the entire way up the building. How had he gotten there so fast?

“Sir! Sir you can’t go in there!”

Jumin waved the receptionist away. “It is fine, Miss Gye. We’re expecting him.”

Jaehee followed the woman out to explain and apologize. Vanderwood didn’t spare Jumin a single glance, he simply walked over to Jin and crouched down in front of her.

“Jin. Tell me everything you know. Who has Zero Seven?”

Jin sighed, and repeated everything she’d told Jumin and Jaehee thus far. She had a feeling she was going to be sick of explaining before this was all over. She was already starting to be, and this was only the second time.

“Jin, I know you blame yourself, but without you knowing what your father was likely to do, he could have been missing days before we even figured out he was gone.” Vanderwood said, sitting calmly in the chair next to her.

Jaehee, who had come back in from her word with the receptionist about halfway through the recap, agreed with Vanderwood’s assessment, but had a theory of her own she wanted to talk through.

“Jin, don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that you knew every single member of the RFA before you showed up at Rika’s apartment?”

“Wait, seriously?” Vanderwood said, “There is way too much crazy going on with your ‘charity organization’, Han.”

Jumin scoffed, but said nothing.

In response to Jaehee’s query, Jin nodded. “It’s been weirding me out, actually. One or two of you, sure. I mean I take a lot of classes, so knowing the student among you, okay. Yoosung makes sense. Knowing Jaehee from Judo, okay, sure. Knowing Jumin is just something that happened because of my social standing and upbringing. But living next to Zen? Having V as a guest lecturer? I feel weirdly groomed right now. Hell, I bet I knew Rika.”

Jumin paused at this. “Have you seen a photo of her?”

Jin shook her head. “It seemed like too much to ask given the situation.”

Jumin reached out and turned one of the frames on his desk to face her. The photo was of V, without his sunglasses, and a gorgeous blonde who looked for all the world like… wait… that was the woman who’d been in the coffee shop the morning Jin had found the phone. She felt all of the color drain out of her face.

“Based on that expression, I dare say you knew Rika.” Jumin said, while Jaehee watched her carefully.

“You said she died?” Jin asked, horror coloring her tone. “When?”

“13 months and 12 days ago.” Jumin said quietly. “I am sorry you are finding out this way.”

“Does she have a twin, though?” Jin asked. “That would be crazy, right? More than one surprise set of twins…?”

“She did not have any siblings.” Jumin said. “She was adopted. She is Yoosung’s cousin, however.”

Jin sat in quiet contemplation for a few minutes before looking up again. “Are you sure she’s dead? I would swear on everything that I saw her alive in a coffee shop the same day I was led to her apartment. I… I don’t know her otherwise. Just that day, she was so kind to me, and then that phone was left behind.”

Jumin didn’t react notably, but Jaehee’s eyes narrowed.

Vanderwood, who had been quiet throughout that last interaction, wordlessly reached out and squeezed her shoulder. It was far more comforting than it had any right to be.

“I think we need to have a talk with V.” Jaehee said, stiffly. “I think the entire RFA needs to meet. Immediately.”

#sae my name #longfic update #chapter fic #mystic messenger #triplets au #mc x vanderwood

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reifromrfa · 3 years

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Surprises: Vanderwood x MC | Mysme RBB fic

Hi guys! I’m sure you’ve seen this project in the fandom, there are a lot of talented artists and writers who are a part of it ^^ This piece is for the @mysme-rbb and it was such a thrill to write it! I’ve missed writing for the fandom and I’m glad I got this opportunity to do so <3 Even luckier that I got paired with two amazing artists!

For this first collab, I got paired with the wonderful GLX ! Please check out their instagram HERE! We’re super lucky to have collaborated on a character we both love: Vanderwood! So I hope you enjoy the story and I hope I can write for everyone again soon ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ PS: I’ll edit this post with the link to the art once it’s out! ^^

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Surprises

In collaboration with gl.artsy

"Hurry!"

Vanderwood chuckles and closes the car door, hoisting bags and baskets on his arms and shoulders. MC laughs and hugs the beach towels to her chest, grinning widely.

"Sorry...I'm a little excited," her grin turns sheepish but Vanderwood shakes his head, his smile mirroring her own. Seeing her this happy makes him feel things he hasn't felt before --pleasant feelings. Feelings...that a secret agent just doesn't have the luxury to be thinking about, much less feel. But he's not a secret agent anymore --he has a legal job now, one where he doesn't have to risk his life everyday or dirty his hands. Hell, the dirtiest his hands can get with his new job as Jumin's bodyguard is cleaning up after his cat.

With his free hand, he reaches for hers and weaves their fingers together.

Today is their one-year anniversary and Vanderwood wants everything to be absolutely perfect. He's not one for grand gestures and romantic stuff, but he knows celebrations like these matter to girls.

In the past year he's been with MC, he's gotten used to watching those cheesy romantic chick flicks. Never in his life did he imagine he'd be forced to watch those kinds of shi--stuff. But he's braved through The Notepad, A Stroll to Remember, Crazy Silly Love...and he's learned a lot from those movies. For one, his girlfriend ends up crying every time they watch the shows together.

Every. Single. Time.

But he'd see how immersed she is in the scenes where the guys make a big move for the girl. Vanderwood would notice how she heaves a deep sigh and wipes her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face.

Ha...he's new to this relationship thing but he's not stupid; Vanderwood knows how this works. The bigger the gesture, the happier MC will be...

...right?

He's startled out of his thoughts when MC tugs his hand, pointing at a spot on the beach. "Over there! There's a free spot there!"

Vanderwood follows after MC and starts setting up their towels and beach umbrella. This is the first step in his grand surprise for MC today: spend the morning at the beach, a place MC rarely went to. The excited look on her face is all the confirmation he needs; he did good, choosing this as the start of their date.

MC sits on the towel under the shade of the umbrella and takes off her wide-brimmed hat, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opens them, she turns to Vanderwood. "Baby, this is perfect. The skies are clear, there's a breeze and there's not much people; it's almost like we have the beach to ourselves!"

Vanderwood chuckles, sitting beside his girlfriend and reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You like it?"

At his touch, she blushes and smiles, nodding her head. "I do, Vanderwood. I really do."

He leans forward, lips quirking up into a smirk. "Good...that's real good, MC." Vanderwood can see the blush on her face deepening as he inches closer and his own heart races, eyes darting to her slightly-parted lips. As he draws nearer though, he hears a whooshing sound through the air and a distant yell: "LOOK OUT!"

His reflexes kick in and Vanderwood pulls MC against his chest then pins her against the ground, using his body to shield her from whatever it is --MC doesn't even have the time to process what's happening. But she feels herself warming, eyes fixated on Vanderwood's tense expression, at the way he's hovering on top of her, holding her protectively against him.

A second later, their umbrella is knocked over and a spray of sand flies across Vanderwood's back. He turns away and shields MC's eyes, a million thoughts already flying through his mind.

"Could it be that some agents found me? How many are there? How am I gonna get MC safely to the car? The taser's in the bag, if I could just reach it in time

"Vanderwood turns his head to look for the target-

-when his eyes fall to the white volleyball lying on the sand near them.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, that's my fault!!!" A kid with blonde hair is running up to them, waving his hand and trying to bow at the same time. Vanderwood's eyes narrow. Wait a minute...isn't that-

"Yoosung?" comes MC's voice.

Sure enough, Yoosung's purple eyes widen as recognition dawns and he laughs, running faster. Right behind him is the silver-haired actor and Jaehee Kang, all dressed in their beachwear. Zen smiles when he spots the two familiar faces but it only lasts for a second --the moment he realizes the position the couple are in...

"YA!!! Vanderwood! What are you doing!" Zen glares at Vanderwood, pointing an accusatory finger at the Silver Spoon's bodyguard. Vanderwood narrows his gaze at the actor but hurriedly straightens himself, his face feeling warm.

"Baby, are you okay?"

"I am...what was that all about?" MC takes Vanderwood's hand and he pulls her up just as Yoosung stops in front of them, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Sorry! Zen hit the ball too hard and I received it wrong so it went flying...I didn't know it would end up here where you guys are! I didn't even know you two were going to be here too!"

Vanderwood rubs the back of his neck, wishing they'd leave him and MC alone. It's not that he doesn't like them, but today he'd like MC all for himself. "Ha...yeah, what a coincidence."

"Ya, you!" Zen jabs a finger at Vanderwood's chest, eyes blazing. "What the heck was that!"

Vanderwood looks at Zen with a deadpan look on his face. "I thought there was a threat, so I was defending my girlfriend. Will you stop having perverted thoughts?"

MC giggles. "It's true, Zen! He was just trying to protect me~"

"That's very quick thinking." Jaehee pipes in, picking up the ball. "I suppose that's what makes you a great bodyguard, Vanderwood."

"Ha...thanks." Vanderwood feels awkward still, but for an ex-agent with no family and no friends...his life's shaping out real good. Still, friends or not, he wants these people to go away and let him pamper his girlfriend. "So, now that that's settled-"

"OH! Why don't you two join us in a game of volleyball? Please!!! I'm tired of picking up the ball all the time!" Yoosung begs them, hands pressed together in front of him.

"Aww, that sounds fun! We're game, right, baby?" MC says, winking at Vanderwood. To the others, she says, "The two of us will be in a team against you guys! You'll see, Vanderwood will carry our team!"

Vanderwood can't help but feel proud at MC's words. Okay...maybe one game of volleyball wouldn't hurt. After that, they'll go back to their spot and maybe he can go swimming with MC, or get some cool drinks.

Yoosung, Jaehee and Zen stayed with them the entire time. After volleyball, they took MC and Vanderwood to their rented cabin and shared their meal. Vanderwood and Zen ended up grilling meat and seafood for the rest but it was actually fun. The non-stop chatter and laughs, the volleyball games, seeing MC enjoy herself --okay okay, it's not so bad that their first date got interrupted. But of course, Vanderwood has more tricks up his sleeves.

A long drive and a shower later, Vanderwood and MC change into more semi-formal attire as he drives them to one of the fancy restaurants in town. The restaurant is situated atop a building, with the entire floor encased in glass windows so guests can dine with a view overlooking South Korea. It's fine dining and Vanderwood has never been to a classy restaurant while off-duty; to be honest, something like this kinda suits Jumin Han more...but Vanderwood doesn't want to take MC to their regular dining spots. No, for this special day she deserves something special too.

As they're led to their seats by the hostess, Vanderwood once again intertwines his fingers with hers. "I heard this place has the best seoullangtang."

MC tugs at his hand, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "Baby, this place is really expensive...you didn't have to."

Ha...oh no, doesn't she like it?

"It's our anniversary," he tells her, lifting their hands and then turning hers so he can kiss the back of it. "Don't even think about that, baby."

MC turns red at Vanderwood's blatant display of affection. Usually, he's more reserved and careful when they're in public; she assumed it's because of his past and she didn't mind. But today, he's been more touchy and showy...MC has to admit, it's giving her heart a pleasant workout. They're seated right by the window and Vanderwood is the perfect gentleman, pulling her chair out for her and helping her onto her seat. MC feels shy all of a sudden as Vanderwood slides into his seat across her. With the dim lighting from the restaurant, the candle in the middle of the table casts Vanderwood's face in a warm glow and MC unconsciously swallows, entranced by him.

Their previous dates were never this fancy and she's not complaining --she loves wherever they are, be it the beach or the supermarket, a fancy restaurant or McFonald's. As long as they're together, she's happy.

But seeing her boyfriend all dressed up in a crisp button-down shirt and a coat, hair tied into a half-ponytail, brown eyes staring at her --she can't help but feel the depth and seriousness of their relationship. Today is their anniversary, which means she's spent 365 days with this man...more than that, of course. Ever since they met, her days have been full of color and life. MC reaches across the table for his hand and holds it tightly in hers.

"I love you, Vanderwood."

Vanderwood's glad it's kinda dark because his heart does that weird little thing and he feels his cheeks burn as a smile spreads across his face. "I love you too, MC."

She mirrors his smile and it's strange but MC feels like she did the first time she met him in person, nervous and intimidated, but at the same comforted by his presence and intrigued. This once mysterious man is hers and though she knows she's barely scratched the surface of all that he is, she can't wait to learn more about him everyday, for the rest of their lives.

"Baby, order whatever you like, okay? Haha, don't be worrying about the prices." Vanderwood says as they open their menus. MC's eyes are skimming through the dishes (half of which she can't even pronounce because they're in different languages) when she hears the sound of a familiar voice.

"I didn't expect to see you both here this evening."

Vanderwood tenses. No freaking way...

But he's been hanging around that voice for months now and he'd recognize it anywhere --his boss, Jumin Han. Vanderwood reluctantly looks at the man standing beside their table, the leader of the RFA at his side. Jihyun at least looks apologetic for barging into their date.

"Jumin! Jihyun! What a coincidence!" MC exclaims happily, smiling at them. Truth be told, she was looking forward to spending more alone time with her boyfriend, but she also doesn't want to be rude to her friends. "Did you guys just arrive?"

"Yes. A business colleague recommended this place. I would have asked for a private room but Jihyun preferred to stay close to the windows."

Jihyun laughs good-naturedly at Jumin's words. "This place is popular for their stunning view of the city, after all. We should get going to our table, Jumin, let's not bother them..."

"Have a good time, boss, Jihyun." Vanderwood gives them a little wave. "Nonsense. We haven't seen MC in a while. Perhaps we should ask for a bigger table and dine together."

You've got to be kidding me.

"Jumin-" Jihyun tries to interrupt, but Jumin is already gesturing for the host. In mere minutes, Vanderwood and MC are seated with Jihyun and Jumin. Of course...it's not all that bad. He didn't have to be so formal with his boss since they're outside of work, and Jumin knew his way around the menu; the meal Jumin ordered for them was mouth-wateringly delicious. Vanderwood had no idea which ones were good, so he's grateful for that part, at least.

But seriously...this was starting to get annoying. Would the RFA be popping up at his planned dates with MC? Vanderwood represses a sigh though, and fights the itch for a cigarette.

They enjoy their meal and, realizing he has no choice but to endure it, Vanderwood relaxes and allows himself to enjoy the company.

All of a sudden, they're bathed in a hue of colors and MC's eyes turn to the windows, widening with surprise. The sky is lit up by fireworks --something Vanderwood had arranged for. Her eyes are bright and her smile is priceless. As the fireworks paint the night sky with streaks of brilliant color, MC feels a peace inside her, knowing that's exactly what she was thinking of moments before. Vanderwood is like the scene outside, illuminating her life with the most dazzling colors.

And while MC gazes at the beautiful display, Vanderwood stares, enchanted, at the woman who brought light to his life.

The last stop of the evening is the last showing of the latest romance movie, a movie MC has been waiting for. Vanderwood settles into their comfortable lazy boy couches, glad he paid for these seats.

"I'm so excited, I've heard a lot of good reviews already!" MC whispers to him, leaning close. Vanderwood chuckles.

"Baby, it's gonna be amazing." He leans closer to her, stealing a quick kiss in the dark theater. MC bites her lower lip as he pulls away, wanting to tell him how much she loves him. But the movie starts and MC has to stop herself from squealing in excitement. She keeps her hand locked with his, eyes focused on the screen.

Vanderwood feels relaxed now, knowing no one can interrupt them, knowing he can enjoy this moment with his girlfriend and sneak glances at her cute reactions.

But just thinking those thoughts has jinxed the situation. The doors to the cinema creak open and Vanderwood picks up the sound of popcorn bags and two hushed whispers. He glances at the empty seats beside him and sighs.

"Oh! If it isn't Mary and MC!"

Vanderwood curses inwardly and almost slaps his hand to his face. No. No freaking way. No damn way.

But after some shuffling sounds, Saeyoung plops down on the seat beside Vanderwood with Saeran occupying the other.

"Ohoho, I didn't know you were into romance movies, Vandy~" Saeyoung whispers before leaning forward in his seat and waving at MC. "Hi, MC! Thanks for restarting this guy's heart! If you ask me, you should have used a tase-"

"Ya! Shut up!" Vanderwood says, a little too loudly. The audience shushes him and Vanderwood slinks into his seat while Saeyoung covers his laughs with a hand.

For the duration of the movie, Vanderwood has to put up with Saeyoung's reactions and his hushed side comments. At some point, popcorn starts to fly towards the brown-haired man too, bouncing off his hair. Saeran shakes his head, heaving a sigh as Saeyoung takes another popcorn and throws it subtly to Vanderwood. The ex-agent was ready though; he catches the popcorn and throws it back to Saeyoung, who slides down his chair dramatically.

"I've been hit...Saeran ah, save yourself~~~"

Vanderwood glances at MC's face to watch her reaction and he's surprised to see her eyes fixed on him. She's biting her lower lip, trying to stop herself from laughing. Vanderwood smirks, reaching out and freeing her lower lip from her bite.

"You want a shot at the idiot?" Vanderwood murmurs near her ear. MC nods and takes a piece of popcorn then tosses it to Saeyoung, who's crawling up his chair as quiet as he can.

Saeyoung gasps and flops back down on the ground, holding his chest as though he's wounded.

"Sneak attack! Saeran, help m-"

"No."

"Okay no ;;;;"

Vanderwood stirs, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

Damn, what time is it?

Yesterday felt so long --with all that happened, Vanderwood feels exhausted and a little disappointed at himself for failing MC. Everything should have been perfect, but as luck would have it, the RFA just had to meddle in all his plans.

He lays in bed, blinking away his sleepiness, wondering if he can do anything today to salvage their anniversary. Absently, he reaches beside him, wanting to pull MC to his side and wake her up with kisses --but his hands come up blank.

"What the-?"

His head whips to the empty space beside him and Vanderwood sits up just as the door opens. MC comes in, balancing a small tray table filled with food.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Vanderwood asks, bewildered. He starts to move from the bed but MC makes a sound and continues moving towards him.

"No no, you stay right there," she says, eyes staring at the orange juice sloshing inside the glass. "Don't get off the bed, baby!"

Vanderwood freezes, unsure what's happening. Finally, MC lays the tray table on the bed and beams at Vanderwood. "Happy anniversary, baby!"

The brown-haired man blinks, surprised. Then a soft chuckle escapes his lips. "MC, baby...did you do all this for me?"

MC shrugs, her smile wide enough to light up the room. "Maybe~"

She carefully sits on the bed closest to Vanderwood, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Baby, yesterday was amazing! I wasn't expecting those surprises at all."

Vanderwood's brows furrow. "What do you mean..? MC...I...was gonna apologize-"

"What? For what?"

Vanderwood awkwardly scratches his cheek, not sure what to say. "Uh...ha, 'coz I didn't intend for the RFA to show up. And I mean, anniversaries aren't supposed to be celebrated like that...right? The movies we watched, the celebrations ain't like that."

Giggling, MC leans towards her boyfriend and kisses his cheek. "Oh Vanderwood, it was perfect. I had so much fun, even more so because our friends were with us celebrating our special day with us.

Without the RFA, you and I would have met in a different way. But I like our love story, because everything that has happened so far has led us to this moment, baby." She holds his hands, cheeks turning red. "I loved watching you play volleyball and grill our lunch, I loved listening to you talk with our friends, I loved catching my boyfriend all dressed up to take me on a fancy dinner, and I loved that you sat through another romance movie with me, all the while having a popcorn battle with Saeyoung."

MC squeezes his hands and all of Vanderwood's doubts vanish; his eyes fix on her, his heart beating loudly against his chest.

"Vanderwood...the girls in those movies we watch get one big gesture per movie but I got three amazing dates in one day. My friends were there to celebrate a special day with me: the anniversary of the day I promised forever to the love of my life. And I-"

Before MC could finish her speech, Vanderwood closes the gap between them and meets her lips for a kiss, pulling her close to him without toppling over the tray. MC's hands clutch the front of his shirt and her eyes close, her body tingling as he pours his emotions into their kiss.

"MC," Vanderwood says breathlessly, leaning his forehead against hers, "I love you. I'll keep takin' you out for dates, keep celebrating this day with you every year. 'Coz it's the day you and I got together, the day my life started to make more sense..." He gives her another peck and pulls her closer, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "But every day you remind me that there's more to life than fighting and running. Every day, I wanna see you smile and hear you tell me you love me."

MC giggles and wraps her arms around him. "I love you, Vanderwood." She lays her head on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart, a heart that's tied to hers. "Yesterday was amazing but today I'm keeping you all to myself."

Vanderwood chuckles, reaching for a piece of bacon and holding it near her lips. MC takes a small bite from it and Vanderwood takes a larger chunk. "You and me all day, huh?"

MC nods, reaching for her phone. "You and me, all day, everyday." She holds the phone away from them, opening the camera app. "Happy anniversary, baby~"

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gureishi · 3 years

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can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland

Chapter 2 is here! The tension is building~ This chapter is SFW. Again, a reminder: this is a Choi sandwich fic, so please be cautious/skip this one if this pairing isn’t your cup of tea <3 <3

Pairing: Saeran X Reader X Saeyoung

Rating: E; Chapter rating: T

chapter two

A few days passed before you were alone with Saeyoung again.

It wasn’t that you’d been avoiding him, necessarily, but rather than there had been a lot of activity in the bunker over the last couple of days. The RFA had been coming and going—seeing for themselves that the twins were alive, of course, as well as bringing gifts both strange and lovely. Yoosung had brought a good deal of his home cooking and Jaehee had given you an assortment of coffees, while Zen had offered several DVDs of his own performances (which the three of you had already watched, of course—one of them multiple times).

Vanderwood had been around, too, perhaps more than they’d have liked—helping the brothers finish up the last of the clean-up work regarding the agency before leaving for their hometown.

By the time the chaos had died down at the end of each day, you’d fallen into bed with Saeran, exhausted and exhilarated and, most of all, relieved to be sleeping curled around his body once again.

Today, however, Jumin had stolen Saeran away for assistance with the development of his new iteration of the intelligence unit, and the rest of the RFA seemed to be easing back into their regular lives. This left you and Saeyoung, neither of whom had had regular lives to begin with.

As deeply and enthusiastically as you appreciated your friends’ presence, you were also relieved to have peace and quiet for once. The bunker felt bigger than usual after days of company; you noticed that your footsteps echoed in the halls as you walked past the numerous rooms Saeyoung had left empty—because, you thought with a twinge of sadness, he’d never expected to live long enough to fill them.

You made your way to the kitchen. In the two weeks you and Saeran had lived here alone together, you’d begun stocking Saeyoung’s gigantic, empty kitchen. You loved to cook, together and for each other, and doing so had helped you feel grounded recently. Today, there was no Saeran in his adorable apron hovering behind you and pressing surprise kisses to the skin behind your ear as you cooked. Still, you were happy to be doing it.

Today, you were roasting a chicken.

You washed your hands and pulled the six pound chicken you’d bought the day before out of the refrigerator. You put on a playlist of upbeat pop music and chopped up fresh spices, humming to yourself. Drizzling oil over the chicken, you wiggled your hips to the music. It was nice to feel like you had total agency over the simple task before you, to be alone with your thoughts and your music and your chicken.

Except you weren’t alone.

You didn’t hear Saeyoung come up behind you, which shouldn’t have been a surprise—you never could hear either of the brothers moving about the house, which was another unpleasant reminder that they’d led lives that necessitated not being heard.

“Hiya,” he said, and—taken by surprise in spite of everything—you jumped. You spun around, alarmed, and saw him: leaning against the doorframe, a goofy grin on his face. “Did I scare you?”

“Yes!” You held up your oily, parsley-coated hands in defeat. “I’m going to have to put collars with little bells on them on the both of you, I swear.”

Saeyoung laughed, and you recognized the swooping feeling in the bit of your belly; you’d felt it the other day, too, in the car. His laugh was somewhat different than the one you’d come to know (and appreciate, and seek out) in the days you’d first known him, when you’d been at Mint Eye and he’d just been a voice in a phone. It was softer now, and you thought perhaps it was more genuine.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” he said quietly.

Not sure if you’d heard him right, you said nothing, turning back to the chicken. The room felt full of static all of a sudden—sharp and buzzy.

When it was the three of you all together, as it so often was, you didn’t feel this way: like the kitchen had been cast suddenly into a tropical climate, the air thick, hot and sticky. You understood that dynamic, somehow—you, your boyfriend, and his brother. Fine. Being alone with him, though, felt different, somehow—inexplicably dangerous.

Knowing the backs of your ears were red, you liberally slathered the chicken with the parsley, as well as thyme and rosemary and cayenne. You cut open a lemon, perhaps too forcefully, wincing as a little juice squirted onto your cheek.

“What are you doing?” Saeyoung asked, persistent as ever. He had moved closer—you could feel it.

“What does it look like?” you asked. You grabbed half of the lemon and smushed it inside the chicken, as far as it would go.

“I don’t know if you want me to answer that,” he said, chuckling. You saw him in your peripheral vision: he was hovering just behind you, his eyes on your arm which was elbow-deep in the chicken.

“Saeyoung!” you reproached, shaking your head (also with a bit too much force). A lock of hair slipped out of your ponytail and into your eyes. Well, shit.

You pulled your arm out of the chicken and squeezed the other half of the lemon over it. Your hands were covered in chicken juice and lemon and spices; in other words, disgusting. You twitched your head to the side, trying to get rid of the pesky lock of hair. Great. It ended up in your mouth.

“Got it.” Before you could react, Saeyoung had leaned over you, tucking your hair behind your ear with his deft fingers. Your cheek burned where he’d touched you and you caught a whiff of his sweet, spicy scent. Oh god.

“Oh, um. Th-thanks,” you muttered, avoiding his eyes. You were sure he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. It was burning you.

You expected him to tease you then, to make a joke about the situation and reaffirm all your notions that he saw you as a lovable but thoroughly non-sexual sister type.

But he didn’t. Seeming to realize too late what he’d done, he noticeably flinched. He laughed a little awkwardly as he retreated to the opposite corner of the kitchen, as far away from you as he could be.

“Gotta take care of the chef, you know,” he muttered.

Well, that’s even worse. His reaction—the way his face flushed as he slunk away from you—confirmed a fear you didn’t even know you had. He was aware of it, too.

Aware of what, exactly?

You cut up the rest of the lemon with shaky hands and arranged the slices around the chicken in your largest roasting pan (you’d bought this recently, too—Saeyoung had really had nothing here. What did he eat for all those years? you wondered—not for the first time).

“Ahahaha, um. S-so. When is my brother getting home?” Saeyoung asked, acknowledging neither the moment that had just passed nor the abrupt change of subject. You knew for certain, in that moment, that his mind had spun off in the same—totally improbable and illogical—direction that yours had.

And there you both were. Alone together. In the kitchen. Your hands covered in chicken juices. His brother nowhere to be found.

His brother. The love of your life.

“I’m not sure!” you said, too brightly. “Um, you can check my phone, if you want. He’d text if he was on his way home.”

Conscious of the intimacy of this particular offer (and thus regretting it as soon as you’d said it), you turned away again, dusting the last of the herbs over the chicken. You didn’t see Saeyoung’s face as he reached for your phone; didn’t register the look of confusion and longing that passed briefly across his golden eyes, disappearing almost as quickly as it had emerged.

“Do you want me to pretend I don’t know your passcode?” he asked after a moment, his voice a little weak.

“Do you know my passcode?” You spun to face him, unable to help yourself. Hackers.

“J-just to be clear, I didn’t learn it on purpose!” he stammered, his face turning almost as red as his hair. You couldn’t help but find it endearing. Ugh. Why do I live with two hackers?

“Do I even want to know?” You sighed, but you were smiling—how could you not? He looked so hopelessly mortified. You told him the passcode—just in case it made him feel better.

“Y-yeah,” he said, looking down, typing it in. “The day you met Saeran. I know. I saw you put it in one time—by accident, by the way—and my brain just. Remembered it. Sorry.” His voice got quieter and quieter as he spoke. He practically whispered the apology into his chest.

“You saw me put it in?” You couldn’t help laughing, feeling relieved at the sensation. Laughing is good; laughing is normal. Laughing is something you are allowed to do with your boyfriend’s twin brother.

“Saw…in a sense.” He laughed too, finally meeting your eyes. His were brighter than usual, shining behind his glasses.

You shook your head and turned, trying to grab the pan with the chicken in it too fast; perhaps unsurprisingly, you stumbled, missing a step as you tried to keep the heavy pan aloft.

Once again moving faster than you could register, Saeyoung was there. He caught the pan easily with one hand, the other arm wrapping firmly around your shoulders. Your back hit his chest, broader than Saeran’s. For a moment, you stopped breathing.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” he said, his voice surprisingly sharp. He took the weight of the pan from you and you stumbled again, finding yourself pressed harder into him. He felt huge to you in that moment, capable of enveloping you or sweeping you off your feet. His scent filled your nostrils and your head swam.

“S-sorry!” you gasped, wiggling out of his grasp. He pulled away from you quickly, taking the pan to the oven. He looked almost…angry.

You watched his back, your body still overwhelmed by the scent and feel of him. It was the closest you’d ever been. You took a shallow, shaky breath.

“Sorry,” you said again. You didn’t know what else to say.

In that moment, the security system chimed, and you heard the load clanking of the series of doors unlocking themselves. Saeran.

“Oh yeah,” Saeyoung muttered, his back still to you. “Saeran’s almost home.”

“Thanks,” you said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of your voice. “I noticed.”

You had no reason to be short with him, but you felt annoyed all of a sudden. You wished he’d—what, exactly? Not stopped you from falling and probably hurting yourself? You stalked to the sink, drowning the sound of your heartbeat in the hot water rushing over your hands.

You knew you wouldn’t hear Saeran coming into the kitchen, so you didn’t even try to listen for his footsteps. You stayed at the sink, hypnotized by the bubbles floating up from your sudsy hands, ignoring Saeyoung. Waiting.

You felt arms wrapping around your waist and tensed, even recognizing his soft, flowery scent, even knowing intimately the hands that skated across your stomach.

“I’m home, my love,” he murmured into your hair.

Immediately comforted by the sensation of being wrapped up in him, you turned the water off, holding your hands above your head as you rotated in his arms so you could see his face.

“I missed you!” you said, because it was true.

He kissed you softly—with no regard, you noticed, for his brother, whose presence you could still feel like warm rain on your back. His lips tasted of the lip balm you’d bought for him and his arms felt safe. You were comforted, too, by the butterflies in your stomach, by the heat behind your shoulder blades. I love him no less than I ever did.

So why…?

Saeran pulled back, and you saw him register the look in your eyes. You wondered how you must look: anxious? Guilty? He ran a soft finger over your cheek.

“How was your day, princess?”

“It was calm,” you said, only half-lying. It was calm up until the last half hour or so.

“You weren’t lonely?”

You giggled and felt a blush creeping over your cheeks. No.

“No!” said Saeyoung loudly from the corner where he’d been lingering. You snuck a peek at him, and his cheeks were red, too. How suspicious do we seem right now?

But, you reminded yourself firmly, there’s nothing to be suspicious of.

“I helped her made the chicken!” Saeyoung sang, for all the world oblivious to the thoughts swirling helplessly around in your mind.

Saeran raised his eyebrows at you. “Really?” “Of course not.”

Saeran laughed his sweet laugh, ignoring Saeyoung as he insisted that he really had been helpful, going to peer at the chicken in the oven. You took a breath, starting to feel a little calmer. This was normal.

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And it kept on being normal as you settled onto the couch with a book, feet kicked up in Saeran’s lap while you waited for the chicken to roast; he propped his laptop on your legs and typed, working on the program Jumin’s team would be using. The feeling of his fingers on the keys, the laptop against your legs, was natural and familiar and wonderful.

And it was normal, too, as you eventually pulled the chicken out of the oven—crisp and golden and smelling deliciously like thyme and lemon. The three of you ate together, as you nearly always did. And Saeran rested his hand on your knee under the table, and you felt warm and full and cozy as you listened to the brothers debate the pros and cons of a programming language you’d never even heard of before.

After dinner, the twins insisted on cleaning up (which generally involved a lot of Saeyoung whining and knocking things over and Saeran intervening and scolding him, taking over the tasks with remarkable patience). You retreated to the living room to flip through streaming channels on the gigantic TV. Saeran had seen essentially no TV or movies in his life and was enthralled by everything; Saeyoung had bizarre tastes and generally couldn’t be trusted— so you’d appointed yourself in charge of picking things to watch, and everyone seemed grateful for the arrangement.

Curling yourself into a more comfortable position, you found a movie that’d come out recently and looked just interesting enough to keep the twins engaged, but just benign enough that you could tune it out. You couldn’t quite put it into words, even to Saeran, but you felt like your head was spinning round and round. You hadn’t gotten to fully process everything that had happened over the past few weeks yet, and suddenly everyone around you was slipping back into normal life, while you felt like you still barely had a grasp on reality.

You heard alarmingly loud splashing from the kitchen and briefly considered intervening on Saeran’s behalf, but stopped yourself. Saeran had a greater capacity to deal with his brother than you gave him credit for—and the two of them were so rarely alone, usually buffered by your presence. It was good for them to have to handle each other one on one, every now and then. And you were so comfortable…

You pulled a blanket over your legs, heavy head dropping into the back of the squishy couch. You heard the boys’ voices as if through a tunnel; it was a comforting feeling, drifting off to the sounds of the playful bickering of people you loved.

People you loved…

Your head swam with images of the two of them, manifested by your tired, blurry mind. Long fingers, calloused from typing; sleepy eyes and messy hair and slightly too-big clothing. Red-headed Saeran and white-haired Saeyoung, but no…that wasn’t right…

“Are you sleeping, sweetheart?” You woke abruptly from your half-slumber to the feeling of Saeran’s lips pressing gently against the skin above your right eyebrow. You head felt fuzzy. What were you just thinking about?

“Are we gonna watch a movie, or…?” Saeyoung’s voice came from the doorway, trailing off as he came into the room; you opened one eye and saw him looking down at you, grinning. “Is the princess of the bunker too sleepy?”

“Don’t wanna be the princess of a bunker,” you mumbled, sitting up and tucking the blanket around your knees. “Get me a home that’s above ground and we can talk about who’s the princess.”

Saeyoung laughed, raucous and warm and familiar, and that too felt normal. Maybe, you thought, that moment today in the kitchen was a fluke, a bizarre heart-stuttering anomaly. Saeran slid onto the couch beside you, coiling up lithe body against yours—catlike, adorable. Immediately, you let your head fall onto his shoulder, and draped an arm over your lap.

“Whaaaat did you pick for us?” Saeyoung sang. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to decide if there was room for him on Saeran’s other side. There obviously wasn’t; he draped himself over the other arm of the couch—technically next to you and yet as noticeably far away from your body as humanly possible.

Fine, you thought, a little annoyed. Whatever you have to do.

You summarized the movie you’d picked for them and neither one of them protested—they never did. You often wondered whether you had really excellent taste in movies, or if the twins just liked going along with anything you suggested. You didn’t ask which one it was.

Saeyoung used his phone to dim the lights, and the pretty little LEDs came to life, glowing red and yellow in a string above the TV. For what it had lacked in food (and other basic necessities for being alive), the bunker—even when you’d first moved into it—did have excellent movie lighting.

But the dim lights and the movie’s soft soundtrack and the vague feeling of Saeran’s heartbeat just made everything feel hazy again, and you were finding it difficult to keep your eyes open. In your previous life—which felt like forever ago—you were at night owl; at Mint Eye, you’d slept at odd hours, always half-awake, anticipating one of Ray’s rare and delightful visits. He often came in the middle of the night, as if he had no sense of time—“Yes,” Saeran told you later, “You’re right. He didn’t.”

Now, you felt tired all the time. Though you’d emerged physically unharmed from the events of the previous week—though you were the only resident of the bunker, in fact, who had—your mind bore the scars of everything you’d experienced and witnessed recently. You felt it shutting down easily and often, as if begging you for time to heal.

Saeran’s hair tickled your cheek pleasantly and the lurid room blurred with the sounds of the movie into a miasma of comfortable deliciousness in your mind. Your surroundings were edging away, the soft couch disappearing from beneath you, the sounds and sensations melting into a dream…

Laying in a field, the grass caressing your face…

…someone licking icing off your bottom lip…

…the sweet, inexplicable smell of something baking in the distance…

…a soft hand on your thigh…

…and, suddenly, the jarring sensation of your body shifting as somebody got off the couch. You fell into wakefulness heavily.

“…fell asleep,” you murmured, nuzzling your head into Saeran’s shoulder. “Think I had a dream about you.”

The shoulder beneath your head shifted a little, and something felt different; it was more cushioned than you were used to, and maybe a little bit higher up. The angle of your head felt strange. And wasn’t Saeran on your left side…?

“Probably not about me,” said a voice that most certainly did not belong to your boyfriend. Your eyes flew open.

“Oh,” you said.

You were, irrefutably and inexplicably, curled up against Saeyoung.

“I, uhhh…didn’t mean to surprise you,” he muttered. You lifted your head, only making the situation worse—his face was so close to your own. “We didn’t want to wake you.”

His proximity paralyzed you. You’d certainly never been near him like this before—you could practically count every one of his eyelashes and feel the warm breath from his slightly parted lips as he stared down at you, eyes wide behind his glasses. There was such a strange look on his face, and you needed to move, dammit, but his scent intoxicated you and your muscles felt like jelly.

Up close like this, his face held such an innocence. You’d noticed it before, when he was asleep. Normally, his demeanor vacillated wildly between carefree and closed off—both protective mechanisms, ones you recognized easily. Behind all that, though, there was an almost childlike look to him—a wide-eyed longing, as though he was waiting, with a patience that could be borne only from deep neglect, for someone to offer him comfort.

And as you thought this, it was as if something broke inside you—a string, pulled taut, snapped, and you were overcome by the urge to close the tiny bit of distance between you, to press a searing kiss to the crease that had appeared on his forehead, just between his eyes.

Something must have changed in your expression, because he changed, too. The open and naïve yearning on his face was replaced, in one breathtaking instant, with something new: his eyes darkened, clouded over, as though he was at war with himself.

“Oh,” you said again.

And he flinched, as though that one syllable had dragged him back from the precipice of a cliff. There was a new look on his face now, and this one you recognized at once: it was fear.

He leapt to his feet and you instinctively shifted away from him, too; he stood still, silent, eyes cast downward. You didn’t know why, exactly, but you felt as if you’d done something very wrong.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Saeran appeared from the kitchen, and Saeyoung leapt as if he was expecting an attack. You leaned back into the couch, feeling dizzy.

“You slept through most of the movie,” Saeran told you, making his way back to your side. His expression was soft; did he not feel the overwhelming tension in the room?

“Sorry,” you said, leaning into him, toying aimlessly with the edge of his sleeve. “Didn’t mean to.”

He laughed and ruffled your hair; the gesture felt like swallowing a warm drink.

“You don’t have to apologize for falling asleep,” he said.

“I—” said Saeyoung, and you both turned to him; if he hadn’t noticed his brother’s strange behavior before, Saeran certainly noticed it now. You felt him tense a little; Saeyoung stood as though he was in a war zone rather than his own living room. “I’m gonna go to bed,” he finished, a little stiffly. “It’s late.”

It wasn’t.

“Are you sure?” Saeran’s voice was hesitant; after all they’d been through, you thought, the brothers still had no idea how to comfort each other. And Saeran, of course, didn’t actually know what was wrong with Saeyoung. Technically, neither did you.

Except, said a little voice in the back of your head—a little voice that had been growing steadily louder, against your will, for several days. Except you do know, don’t you?

Saeyoung turned away, muscles taut as if he wished he were running. He muttered a goodnight over his shoulder and slunk into the shadows of the hallway. In an instant, he’d disappeared.

Saeran exhaled slowly. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

“Do you know what…?” he started, fingers drumming against your knee.

“Not really.” Neither true nor false.

“I still don’t…” Saeran’s fingers tapped your leg faster, faster. You stilled them with gentle fingers and he looked up at your gratefully. “I still don’t know how to talk to him,” he admitted.

“You’ll learn,” you said.

He nodded slowly and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I’ll try tomorrow,” he said thoughtfully. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder, hiding your expression.

Saeran buried his other hand in your hair, running his fingers over your scalp in the way he knew you loved. He brushed through the strands, untangling, smoothing. This was one of the first gestures of intimacy he’d felt comfortable with—brushing your hair and, eventually, playing with it with just his fingers. Usually, this pacified you. But tonight, your thoughts were racing, and though you closed your eyes, you couldn’t slow your heart, hammering violently against your ribs.

You, not Saeran, were the one who needed to try to talk to Saeyoung.

But, muttered that frustratingly insistent voice, which was growing louder by the minute, what on earth will you say?

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afictionalwhore · 3 years

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Extra Spicy Curry

Vanderwood x MC/Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1 k

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent Vanderwood smutty mess. I have been simping for this man since 2016. Please, just give him a route already. In the meanwhile, enjoy some smut of our favorite secret agent daddy. 🥵

Disclaimer: I haven't played Another Story yet.

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In a miraculous change of events, Seven decided it would be safest for the girl to leave Rika’s apartment and stay with him while he worked on catching the hacker targeting the RFA. Vanderwood would be the last to admit that he was glad she came to stay with them. In the beginning, he was vehemently against the idea, fearing Seven had personal feelings for the girl. It was as if God and every other celestial being was making a joke of his life as Vanderwood was the one who ended up developing feelings for the girl.

It started simply at first. She helped him keep the place clean and did the cooking. Lord knew Vanderwood needed the help. How Seven managed to dirty the place up so badly was beyond him. Her help freed up Vanderwood's time to babysit Seven, or attempt to get work for the agency done while Seven was distracted by the RFA. Personal feelings in his line of work was extremely dangerous. All his time with the agency, Vanderwood had been careful not to get involved with anyone. Vanderwood had enough self control to crush his feelings, hide them. Or he thought he did.

The way she moved made him realize that she was fully aware of his feelings, and was teasing him, testing him. He felt his heart speed up whenever she bent over to pick up after the messy hacker, giving him a perfect view of that round ass. She would often bring him coffee, leaning over him, to make sure her chest pressed flush against his back, wearing the thinnest shirts so he could feel her perky nipples. Sometimes as she cooked, she would dance, swaying her hips right in his line of vision.

She couldn’t deny her growing feelings for the secretive man. As soon as she met him, she was entranced by the cold agent. She had spent the same amount of time fantasizing about tangling her hands in those long, brown locks, pulling on them as he touched her in all the right places. She could feel the heat rising in her as she imagined his scarred and muscular body holding her flush against him. She made sure to carefully calculate her movements, knowing exactly what would give Vanderwood the most tempting view of her. It seemed like her hard work had paid off as rough leather gloves grabbed her waist as she danced in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Tonight was curry, extra spicy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanderwood’s low voice growled in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she gasped, her smirk and blush hidden from Vanderwood.

He leaned in to whisper to her.

“I know what you’re up to. You think I don’t notice the way you move? The way you bend over, giving me the sweetest view of your ass? The way you press yourself against my back when handing me my coffee, instead you lean over me from behind to set on the desk instead of just handing it to me in front of me like a normal person? Or how about the way you dance, the way you dip and bend and sway? You drive me crazy.” He punctuated the last statement with a rock of his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her, before turning her around to face him.

A blush colored her cheeks. She was too flustered with their closeness to speak, his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. But Vanderwood didn’t give her the time to speak before he was kissing her greedily.

This is wrong, Vanderwood thought as he crashed his lips down on hers. I can’t have these feelings.

Despite whatever the highly-trained logical side of him said, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamt about this moment. He spent countless nights laying awake fantasizing about her. He dreamt of what her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands would feel like. He could have creamed himself imagining the pretty noises that would leave her pretty lips. Those lips he’d spent long nights dreaming about, thinking about those soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. He even dreamt of holding her in his strong arms after.

He drank up her wet kisses as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached around to grab her ass, kneading the soft skin over her jeans. He pulled her in closer to him, and she moaned the feeling of his hardness against her.

A burning in her lungs caused her to pull away, gasping for air. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still as they gazed into each other's eyes, both pairs glassy with need. She nodded, and it didn’t take long for Vanderwood to lift her up into his strong arms, shrugging off his jacket before he carried her off to the spare room that unofficially became his own with how often he stayed to supervise Seven. They kissed along the way, hurriedly, sloppily, needily, bumping into walls.

Finally, they made it to Vanderwood’s room. It was exactly as she would have expected: flawless, not a crumb or stray paper on his floor and not a wrinkle in the sheets of his perfectly made bed. He used her weight to close the door and slam her into it, lips never parting. As he held her against the door, he bucked his hips into her.

“Vandy!” she whined, breaking the kiss to tug at the hem of his deep purple v-neck, signaling for him to take it off.

He couldn’t stop the chuckle and smirk as he broke away to quickly remove the offending garment, tossing it to the side.

"These too," she pulled at his pants.

"Someone's needy," Vanderwood commented, his voice and eyes darkening in a way that made her pussy flutter and thighs squeeze together.

He complied, pulling off the leather. Once he was down to his black briefs, he faced her, stripping her bare with his eyes before laying a hand on her clothes.

"Strip," no hesitance in his low voice as Vanderwood commanded.

Her hands immediately pulled the hem of her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to meet his own discarded clothes. She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, effectively bare save for the purple lace bra and matching panties.

“What a naughty girl,” Vanderwood comments, his voice heavy with lust as he drank in the sight of her. “Did you plan this?”

“Yea? So what if I did,” she smirked and gazed at him through her lashes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Vanderwood couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he approached her. Once again, he lifted her up in his strong arms, only taking a few steps before tossing her onto his bed, crinkling the perfect sheets.

His lips attacked her neck, small sounds of pleasure hummed in her throat. He moved down, leaving purple marks in his wake. When he reached her chest, she lifted herself up to unhook her bra, throwing it out of their way. Her tits bounced with their release from their lacy prison.

He was mesmerized by her perfect breasts. Soaking the sight of them into his memory before diving down to greedily suck on one of her nipples. His hand reached up to pinch and flicker the other. The actions pulling soft sighs from her.

Once he was satisfied, Vanderwood moved down to trail kissing along her stomach. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down, meeting slight resistance as they stuck to her already soaked core.

“You’re so cute, getting this wet already,” Vanderwood teased. He chuckled at the flush of her cheeks at his praise. “Baby, we just got started.”

With that, Vanderwood lifted himself off the bed and pulled her so her legs dangled off the edge. He hiked her legs on her shoulder as he crouched down to face her hot core.

“What a pretty pussy,” he cooed as he spread her folds apart. “Mind if I have a taste?”

She hummed her approval, and Vanderwood wasted no time. His long tongue flicked at her clit. He lapped at her soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in every so often, before moving back up to suckle at her clit. He slipped a long finger in her, causing her hands to dart into his hair. After a few pumps, he added another finger, curling the two against her gummy walls before dragging them out. The motion caused her to tug at his long locks, the roughness causing him to moan against her sensitive bud.

"God. You have such a pretty pussy," he moaned into her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Fucking delicious."

"Please," she begged, her orgasm creeping up on her. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of his fingers against her, a few more flicks of his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head.

At this, Vanderwood pushed her legs back open and pulled away, effectively ruining her orgasm.

"Please, what?" Vanderwood teased. His lips tugged into a smirk while her slick gleamed on his mouth and chin."You have to tell me what you want, babydoll."

"Oh just fuck me," the irration of her lost orgasm evident in her voice.

"Gladly." Vanderwood stood and backed away just enough to give him the room to remove his briefs.

With nothing separating them, Vanderwood lifted her legs up so her ankles rested on his shoulders. He rocked himself up against her pussy, dripping with her own arousal and his spit, his head grazing her clit, pulling another sweet moan from her lips. Her walls clenched around nothing as the heat radiating out of her core invited him in. She felt his tip at her entrance, the head of cock large enough to split her in two, and bucked her hips to pull him in.

Vanderwood never thought she looked more beautiful as he pushed his thick cock into her hot cunny. She rolled her head back against mattress. She felt as though she were going to be split in half in the most delightful way. This was exponentially better than what either of them could have dreamed on those long nights alone fantasizing about each other. Vanderwood would take her warm, dripping pussy over his rough hand any day. Her fingers would never be able to replicate the feeling of Vanderwood's large tongue, long fingers, and hot, thick cock.

Despite the romantic feelings that had developed between the two, there was nothing about this that could be called lovemaking. Everything about them screamed desperation. Her cries as he merciless pounded her, every grunt falling out of his mouth causing her to clench around him.

As if driven by instinct, Vanderwood lowered her legs in favor of folding them against her chest. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper within her. With every thrust, he reached her cervix. His eyes met hers as he looked down at her through his bangs that had fallen in his face.

"Oh god," she cried, as his cock dragged in and out of her tightness, hitting her sweet spot with each push and pull of his hips. "Oh Vandy, I'm so close."

"Francis," he panted, sweat sticking his tousled hair to his pale skin. "Call me Francis."

"Francis?" she tested the name. It felt natural, right. "Francis!"

Hearing her use his real name, the name he chose for himself, pushed him closer to falling off the edge into what he believed would be the blissful, intoxicating orgasm of his life.

"Fuck. Fuck," his thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm as he pounded into her soft cervix. With a final, whispered "fuck", Vanderwood found himself coming undone. His grip on her legs would surely leave bruises in the morning as he snapped his hips against hers, his warm seed filled her to the brim.

Watching his face contort with absolute bliss and the feeling of his warm seed in her most intimate parts was all she needed to reach her own peak. With a cry of his name, her back arched deliciously off his bed as she gripped his sheets hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other while climbing down from their highs and trying to catch their breaths. A small whine escaped her as Vanderwood finally pulled out his softened cock, white dripping out of her spent hole.

”Let me get you something to clean up," Vanderwood turned, but she had reached out to grab his wrist.

"Stay," She whispered.

How could he deny her? It was as if God and every other celestial being had answered his unvoiced prayers. The mattress caved under Vanderwood's weight as he gently laid himself besider her, pulling her into him for her to nestle against his chest. She could have fallen asleep there, warm and safe in his arms. He could have just as easily fallen asleep holding her if it were for her harsh, sudden cry.

“Fuck!” she bolted up.

“Oh. Again?” Vanderwood joked, before noticing the look of fear in her face. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you...” he was worried she regretted letting him finish inside, both of them fully aware of the consequences.

“I forgot about dinner!” she jumped out his bed and ran out his door. “Shit shit shit!”

As she rounded the hallway corner, the sight in the kitchen caused her to come to a grinding halt. Vanderwood, who had been following closely behind, crashed into her.

There stood Seven, with an apron tied around his waist, at the stove stirring the curry and dancing, humming along with the music she had left playing when Vanderwood whisked her away. Without turning to face them, Seven chuckled.

“Next time you two decide to get your freak on, please turn off the stove. I don’t want my house burned down because you couldn’t keep in your pants like a couple of hormonal teenagers

“Now go get dressed; dinner’s done.”

#vanderwood #vanderwood x mc #vanderwood x reader #mystic messenger #seven makes a small appearance #give my man some love pls #self indulgent trash

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kirishwima · 4 years

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14 and the Choi twins for the soulmate hc game? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 thank you!! 🥰

14. You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors.

SAEYOUNG/LUCIEL/707:

* No matter what anyone told him, Saeyoung never believed in soulmates. How could he? His life has been nothing but bleak, the shades of gray befitting the way his future maliciously unfolded in front of him, nothing to look forward to but a solitary grave.

* He heard the stories, sure he did, read them in sappy online forums, heard it firsthand in university when one of his friends had went and found a soulmate-the dude wouldn’t shut up, trying to describe each colour he saw to everyone around him and failing.

* “You’ll know when you see it”, he’d say with a smile, and Saeyoung would scoff, seeing his friend try and fail to describe what their professors hair colour was like.

* The years passed, and Saeyoung had all but forgotten about the thought of soulmates and colours (no he didn’t. Late at night, when even Vanderwood would fall asleep when they should be watching him, Saeyoung would look around, open a new incognito window with a frown. ‘what do colours look like?’ he’d type in, then close the tab before the results even had a chance to load). Soulmates were bullshit. Colours were bullshit.

* When MC came into their RFA chatroom, he didn’t think much of it-an interesting twist of events, for sure, but nothing to write home about-other than doing a background check for them, it was back to work as per usual for him

* That is, until MC managed to tie themselves around his heart, a little red string of fate that tugged at all the feelings he’d refused to acknowledge until now-they had him glancing at his phone every other second, giggling down at the screen, his chest a knot whenever he couldn’t see them on the security screens

* And then came the fated day, the one wherein Saeyoung ignored any thought of rationality or self-preservation and went running to MC, to Rika’s apartment, praying, the first time he’s thought of someone other than the one he lost so long ago-please, he prayed, let them be safe-you can do what you want to me, just let them be safe, please, please-

* He ran up the stairs, smashed in the apartment’s door, codes be damned, glancing around until he located an unknown man, his arms around another person-and as he looked down to MC, his golden eyes met theirs. And Saeyoung saw colour for the first time.

* He didn’t have time to think of it, not when MC was currently in a chokehold of some random man who was threatening to blow up the apartment-and with all that happened later on, he didn’t want to discuss it with MC, didn’t want to look at them and get lost in the newfound colour of their eyes, and the gentle tint of their skin in the sunlight, didn’t want to consider any of that-he buried himself in work, ignoring the vibrant green of the numbers on his black screen. This he was used to, this he could do.

* But when he’d finally admit his feelings-it’s like he saw colour all over again, a second awakening. MC said ‘I love you’ and the words echoed a fiery red, got sucked into Saeyoung’s lungs and turned a sticky pink, glued itself onto the cavities of his chest.

* “I love you”, he said back, and this time, he said it freely, happily-his words light, coloured, his eyes sparkling, and the world around him shone, the black and white he was so used to now a thing of the past.

* GiveSaeyoungLove2KForever

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* Though Saeran had grown up in the exact same conditions as Saeyoung, lived in the same bleak black and white, saw black, thick and dark fall over his lips, once a broken nose, another time a black eye.

* Yet through the pain and the darkness he always dreamed, would sneak in stories of fated pairs meeting, seeing colours-he’d read the way authors tried to describe the world, how they’d talk about ‘green grass’ and ‘blue skies’ and he’d lay in bed, a book held close to his chest, his eyes shut as he tried imagining such a world, how everything could change, would change once he met his beloved, his soulmate-how they’d grow a garden together, a flurry of colours, a ‘rainbow’, how they’d enjoy running across coloured fields together hand in hand-and suddenly the pain would ease.

* He didn’t stop chasing this dream even after he was left alone, even after Rika took him in-he’d grown colder, tried to act tougher, but deep down he yearned for the time he’d meet the eyes of the one he loved, wondered when he’d finally be able to look at the flowers he kept growing in the garden and enjoy them in a different way. He’d already commited their scents and textures to memory, knew their names and characterestics by heart. He knew roses could be red or yellow or white, knew violets were purple, orchids were white or pink, knew the colours-but he couldn’t feel them, couldn’t understand them, and that hurt him on a level deeper than he could ever comprehend.

* When choosing a victim, someone to lure in to Mint Eye, to fool the RFA, something about MC’s name lured him in-a hunch feeling, if you will. The whole time he waited for them to come to their paradise he walked anxiously around the halls, the bouquets of flowers he’d collected and decorated their room with forming awkward shades of gray in his vision.

* But then the doors opened, and MC stepped in-and the world flashed, a blink and suddenly there were no more whites and black and grays, no, instead there were MC’s bright eyes, their warm skin, their vibrant sweater; the bouquet he held in his hands as a greeting gift was vibrant, a colourful mess of violets and blues and pinks-

* Saeran couldn’t help but buckle to his knees, surprising both the cultists and MC who came running to him, putting their hands on his shoulders. He felt himself smile wide, his eyes tearing up.

* “So-so is this it?” he asked, huffing a laugh as he wiped furiously at his eyes, “is this what colour’s like?” he asked, looking up to MC’s confused expression, seeking for something he couldn’t find, the instantaneous bond, the love he waited for, something, a sign, anything-

* “This is what colour’s like”, MC confirmed.

* Saeran nodded, bringing himself shakily back to his feet, handing off the bouquet to MC.

* “If this is what it’s like then why...why does this still feel so empty?”

* He held a hand over his chest, over his thudding heart. Yet it was still beating slow, rhythmically, as if refusing to falter.

* Is this as good as it gets? He wondered.

* Looking over to MC who seemed damn near terrified, looking to the surrounding Mint Eye believers who were equal parts confused and shocked-yes, he figured, this is all a sinner like him could get.

* It’s not like he ever deserved much else.

I’m sorry I love Sae but some angst was necessary :’)

-sent me a soulmate AU and mystic messenger character(s) for some headcanons!-

#asks #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanons #mysme prompts #mystic messenger imagines #mysme imagines #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #707 #luciel x mc #ray #mysme ray #mysme unknown #choi twins #saeran x mc #soulmates au #Anonymous

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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Please! Please go on about rare pair Juciel!!! Please! I’m dying for some of your ideas on their interactions! Especially with bora! Please

I’ve talked about how I see the Juciel dynamic before! And, I did write a fic for my friend about the pairing. I just think there’s a lot more going on than Seven just tormenting Jumin over this and that. He’s the kind of person that would be the one to pull your hair on the playground just for the sake of pinching you to show off his crush. He means well, but that’s the only way that he knows how to get it across. We see him do it to Zen and Yoosung all the time and that tends to be why most people ship those guys together.

To quote me:

Now, think about what he does with Jumin. Sure, he sneaks in under the joke of trying to play with Elizabeth the 3rd, but while he loves cats, this isn’t just about his darling Elly. This is about reminding Jumin to take care of his security system and keep an eye out. He sincerely worries about his friend and his privacy, you know? Jumin and Zen are always out there in the public and they’ve got all kinds of eyes on them, and people judging them, even if they don’t care what others think, that doesn’t mean that it’s okay for people to say cruel things or means things about them.

Saeyoung Choi is always hiding his actions behind a mask of jokes and games, and when it comes to even someone like Jumin, he doesn’t mind people thinking he’s an idiot as long as he knows that his friends are safe. Make no mistake that our bisexual disaster Saeyoung has shown that he has crushes on the other members of the group to some extent fairly often, blink and you’ll miss it type of things.

But, he cares a lot. He cares so much about everyone that it hurts him to an extent.

Seven’s just got a funny way of showing his care with other people, especially with the RFA. I just enjoy that cat and mouse, and we all know that Jumin does respect Seven even if he’s a deviant. He goes as far as to ensure that he and his brother are safe in the SE because he knows that Saeyoung has suffered and that V would want him to help the boys. And, in V’s AE, we know that he protects Saeyoung and offers him safety in his company from the agency and others after what happened.

It’s nothing to scoff at, for sure.

That being said, I think it would be interesting on Bora’s Route because Seven does work with Jumin quite a lot during this timeline. There’s a lot of measures to ensure her safety. Considering her events go through both the Deep/Common routes and there’s a lot to deal with. There would be a lot of tension at the mid-way point given the whole fucking bomb in the apartment. Jumin isn’t happy with Seven, nor Rika, given that he doesn’t know why there would need to be a bomb and Seven won’t fess up about it.

They all just blindly trusted Rika, you know?

Someone pointed out that after the party when Seven is forced to confront Unknown again and manages to fight him off to protect Bora, he doesn’t get to catch his brother, and he winds up running off and getting caught by Vanderwood not long after and that brings about the events of the SE because Seven has been shirking work to investigate Mint Eye. That Jumin would likely thank him for what he did, and for doubting him in that he cared about Bora... but you know, guilt.

But, if we disregard some of the build-ups and talk about the hijinks that would come from a Juciel pairing in Bora’s timeline! Well, that means that Bora gets two dads. We all know that she’s got a different friendship with each other RFA members but Seven is the one that she trusts the most, he was the first one that she met and she thinks highly of him. She likes when he tries to cheer her up and make her laugh. She just wishes he would be kinder to himself.

Bora would be the one to scold Seven and determinedly show him how to be kind to Elizabeth and let her decide when she wants to bother someone. She settles the feline in his lap and warns him to behave. She’s a lot more forward since she’s had the time to live with Jumin, haha. Seven’s flaw is that he loves cats so much that he overthinks what he’s doing when he sees one and forgets how to behave.

“Y’know, Dad wouldn’t try to send you down with the window washers if you just behave around Elizabeth.”

“It’s not as fun to get his attention that way!”

“...Do you have a crush on Dad, Seven?”

“Pft! Lolololol, that’s such a scandalous thing to ask, Bora.”

“Oh, then the answer is yes. You blink when you lie.”

Seven is one of the people that Jumin confides in quite a bit about Bora, he knows that Zen and he has a better idea of how to deal with... some of her worst nightmare and night terrors so he finds himself calling them often. It’s part of the reason why his relationships with those two are quite better than they once were in the past.

So, you can imagine that he and Seven can get carried away and start talking about this and that, not just Bora. Jumin is sharp, I know he can see through that mask of Seven’s. I like to think it gets easier for the two of them to drop the old pretense and just talk.

Seven would constantly be doting on Bora. He’s that guy that would spoil a kid without hesitation, and God, Jumin can be bad about this as well, but Seven is somehow worse because he knows that Bora is a good kid that won’t abuse the kindness of others. She tries to wear things until the threads break down and it is a poor sight because he once did the same.

Jumin has an exasperated sigh whenever he sees that Seven’s dropped off some more things for Bora, both that he bought and made because he’s really too much sometimes. He doesn’t say anything though, because the redhead beat him to the punch. Are these two dads determinedly trying to outdo each other while we laugh? Yes.

Oh, and you know what, Seven is the guy that sends Jumin cat memes and now there’s no hope of him not sending them into the family text. It’s sweet, but he has released a plague upon our houses. Oh, and he’s guilty of suggesting that Bora and Elizabeth get matching bows, it’s really cute, though!

#bora kim oc #juciel #ask #cmc #runaway mc #mod kait

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whereisvanderwood · 4 years

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Thirty Day Trial

Along with the final sales of the Vanderwood Zine, we have been given permission to post our full contribution to the zine! I had the privilege to write a short story for the project which indulges my own personal love for coffee shop stories. Thank you to everyone who purchased the zine, and well done to everyone else who contributed! ^^

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Anyone could miss it if they tried looking for it. Maybe that's why it was his favourite place; it was his getaway from his everyday life; his escape from the inescapable. Fitting for someone living such a life as he was.

Beyond the Devil's Ivy, draped over the wooden mantle of the footpath, was a glass door. Nothing special about it, but its simplicity was charming. His eyes searched the interior before his fingers curled around the handle. They searched for the familiar messy bun of brown hair bobbing up and down, sported with a new, colourful headscarf every time he visited. He always liked to guess before he saw it, wondering if he really was as good at profiling as his job demanded. Today, she wore mustard yellow.

He fiddled with something in his trademark leopard-print coat. His cheeks were soon dusted in a bright pink, and the thumping in his chest was amplified. Maybe this is a bad idea, he tried convincing himself. Swallowing the nerves, he reeled back his ambiguity, and finally opened the door.

Greenery was hung from multiple corners of the shop. Potted plants of a wide variety sat cozily on floating wooden shelves that stretched across the walls, contrasting beautifully against the birch. Ground coffee beans, mixed with the smell of fresh petrichor from cracked open windows, created a flowery, nut-smelling incense, and his muscles melted at the first whiff. The door's corner bell rung and staff members called out a welcome while they carried several trays of steaming coffee. The rest, meanwhile, paused as they recognised the old face.

"Nice to see you again, Vanderwood," they smiled and nodded, speaking his name with a tinge more gusto. This caught the attention of the one behind the coffee machine, the girl in the yellow headscarf. She stood on her tippy-toes and peered over the top.

"Same to you," he greeted back. His gaze caught the girl's, and she lowered herself out of sight. He thought it was an odd look she gave him, but thought not much of it while he took a seat in front of her at the bar.

He folded his arms atop the counter, watching her oddly glare at the milk jug under the steam wand. "Hey," he tried to get her attention.

She didn't respond.

"Uhh, hello?" he tried again, but still received the cold silence. "Remember me?"

The girl slammed the jug down on the bench, some milk splashing onto her cheek. She ignored it and poured the foam into the cup, showing a poor attempt at latte art. She then carelessly set the cup onto the saucer, wobbling enough to spill it over the plate, but she didn't seem to care as she took it to a gentleman sitting by the window, who gave the barista a disapproving shake. Vanderwood, thinking he'd seen her enough to know she always took the time to perfect the art of coffee-making with great precision, was taken aback at this sight. He'd never seen her like this before. He glanced at the other staff nearby, their attention caught at the girl's noisy behaviour, hoping for an explanation. They shrugged, only having known as much as he did as to why she was acting the way she was.

"MC, are you mad at me?" he tried a third time.

"Mm hm," she grumbled.

"What? Why?"

She ignored him again.

"I haven't even been here to do anything—"

Vanderwood cut himself off, slack-jawed as realisation dawned on him. He looked at nothing in particular while he thought before looking back to MC. Her eyes finally met his, but they were wide open with eyebrows raised, unimpressed. 'There you go; you figured it out,' her expression read.

"I'm sorry. There were things I had to do."

"Like what?" she quickly bit back.

What Vanderwood wanted to say, the truth he wanted to share with no consequence, was caught on his tongue. He was always telling himself that going to the same place, over and over, for too long was dangerous, and only a recipe for disappointment. For all he knew, the man MC served her coffee to, keeping his head low behind the newspaper he read, was an enemy informant. The other barista, young and hippy with oval optics, tall and muscular, could be a field agent in disguise. He knew better than anyone that looks were deceiving.

He awkwardly cleared his throat. "I got called into work."

"It was awfully good timing, if you ask me," MC argued.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You're going to tell me you don't remember an inkling of our last conversation?"

"Hey, come on. It was at least a few months ago."

"Not even the mood?"

Vanderwood, perturbed by her reactions, let his frustration slip. "It seems like the more you ask, the more upset you get. How many times do you want me to say I don't remember?"

She leaned down to the same height as he was, her face in her hands while her cheeks went rosy peach, and sighed in defeat. He sat there, addled. Yet, he couldn't help feeling a shred of enjoyment, undeterred by both sides being as agitated as they were. He couldn't let himself stay feeling that way, not for as long as it was her he was talking to. They hadn't spoken this way before—it was all small talk with some sugar-coated comments here and there up until then. This felt real. Authentic. He liked it.

Her eyes peered from between her fingers. "So, I have to spell it out to you, all over again."

"Seems to be the case,” he shrugged.

Clearly feeling awkward, MC tapped the bench, made some funny mouth noises, and groaned. It took some time before she bit the bullet and put words to her turning thoughts.

"What I was trying to say, before you left so quickly," she began, "was... maybe we could, I don't know, get to know each other."

"I thought we broke the ice ages ago. I know who's in your family, your hobbies, your favourite band—"

"No, I don't mean like that," she huffed. "I meant the other way."

Vanderwood wasn't proud of having 'analysed' MC's body language at their first meeting. It was a tactic used only to observe his enemies that allowed him to calculate the best method of dispatch; to turn their weaknesses against them. He felt as though it would betray the trust MC had naively, in his perception, placed in him. But in this case, he couldn't help but give in to temptation. He wanted to understand her.

He watched her eyes nervously shift to all corners of the room, saw how she bit her lower lip and tapped her fingers across the bartop, trying to uncover her intentions. At last, when he'd connected the dots, he realised he'd seen this language before in many of his foes' paired assignments, and was the exact Achilles’ heel he often exploited in many of his missions.

His hand shifted to cover half of his mouth when he finally caught on. "Oh... you mean 'that' way." His words were muffled.

"Yes, 'that' way," MC reiterated. "I know we've only known each other as the customer and the barista for however long you've been coming by, but you seem like you would be a nice person to get to know and I, I don't know, I feel like I'm always lonely here when you're not around..."

Yes, I feel the same way!

His heart cried out, but he did well to keep it concealed. He didn't realise his hand had reached into his pocket at her words, and balled it tightly into a fist, gripping onto the gift. He couldn't bring himself to take it out again. He understood what he'd be doing if he did.

I want to get to know you, too.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? Why not?" She stammered.

"You wouldn't want to stick around a guy like me. I made you wait for all those months and didn't even think to consider your feelings. You really want to 'get to know' a guy like that?"

MC looked down at her twiddling thumbs. "I... I realise now that you probably had a good reason for not coming by. A-And it's not really fair of me to expect you to when you have a busy life of your own. I'm sorry."

Vanderwood's fist slowly began to loosen. "No, I am. I shouldn't have kept coming. There are reasons why I never stay in one place for long."

"You sound like a man on the run," MC mused. "Sounds adventurous."

"Try 'dangerous'. My situation is... complicated."

"Isn't everyone's?"

"No, you don't understand, MC." He took a moment to look side to side, checking for any watchful eyes of customers. "I can't be close to anyone. No friends, family, colleagues, no one. Even if we were to... you know... it would never work." His voice fell flat, his words drifting away with the cafe ambience.

"How about this--" she began with a new spurt of confidence in her, "give me one month."

"What?" He raised his head. "For what?"

"To change your mind. For one month, I'll be ‘someone 'close' to you. And if you hate it, I won't bother you again. But you have to give it thirty days. That’s the deal."

Vanderwood unfolded his arms and placed his hands flat on the bar. "No. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

MC mimicked his actions. "You don't know what you're missing out on."

"I do, and I don't need it."

"But you know you want it."

"Stop goading me."

"Not until I win."

Vanderwood ran a hand through his hair. He grumbled something under his breath with his forehead on the counter, like he was throwing a tantrum. After some time passed, he was still in complete silence, leaving MC to wait anxiously.

Finally he spoke, lifting one finger above his head. "One month. That's it."

"Really!?"

"I won't say I told you so when it all goes to hell... But if you want this to work, we have to do things my way, got it?" His face was stern, but there was a glimmer in his eye and a tug on his lips.

MC, on the other hand, was euphoric. The jitters of asking someone on a date returned to her all at once and her knees were a wobbling mess. Her heart was thumping wildly, but she did well to keep herself in check. She couldn't help but let a fist pump under the counter slide, though.

"Then it's a date," she beamed.

"I guess, since we're doing this and all..." Vanderwood reached back into his pocket and pulls from it the leopard-print headscarf he'd been carrying with him for the past number of weeks, and sheepishly held it out to her. "I-I got you something. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to."

“You… got this for me?” She delicately plucked the fabric from his fingers. She looked it over, twirling it in her grasp, running her thumbs across the cotton as though it were delicate silk.

In the next moment, she undid her yellow headscarf, her hair falling elegantly onto her shoulders. Vanderwood had never seen her with her hair down before. He watched on as she effortlessly perfected her trademark hair-do with her new accessory. He suddenly felt the need to remove his heavy coat, the room suddenly a hot sauna.

"See? You can do this--you’re already getting your girlfriend a present,” she beamed.

“Easy on the girlfriend talk. It’ll take the first twenty-nine days to get used to hearing that.”

“Oh, I can fix that. You’re going to have the best thirty days of your life.”

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Thank you @vandyzine for the opportunity to take part in this! It’s been great working with you all :)

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rayroute-clear-saeran-text-sound · 5 years

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BRO ZEN X READER X SEVEN KINGDOM AU PLEASE!!!!!

Aaaa thank you for requesting this!!! I missed writing for our Kingdom Boys 💐 Context: An au made by us taking place in Europe. Seven is a jester, Zen is prince of France.

Silky fabric was in contact with almost every inch of your skin as you went farther into your dark closet, picking through the dresses you almost never wore. You never were a fan, and tried to get away with wearing anything else when you could.

"Too long...definitely not...too flashy...that color is not flattering one bit..." You murmured hundreds of absentminded critiques of everything within the confines of your closet, not happy with anything. It wasn't that you were stuck up or ungrateful, you just did not like wearing dresses. In fact, you would rather spend all day out in the woods getting dirty than inside doing princess things. Did that make you a disgrace as the heir to the L/n throne? You hoped not. You were always worried about being a disappointment to your parents who were counting on you, but you also wanted to be happy and not condemned to a life of being just a pretty face for a prince to use to gain more power. Now why were you picking out a dress in the first place? Your parents had decided to give you a little nudge to find a suitor by throwing a grand masquerade ball. The King and Queen had invited every family with an eligible bachelor they could think of. You, on the other hand, were not enthused. It was a combination of all the things you hated: suitors and formal functions. After sifting through your dresses for what seemed like the umpteenth time, you groaned into your hands. Well, you thought it was a groan, but it was more like a loud cry of frustration. Someone in the hallway seemed to take note, as they poked their head in.

“Everything alright, miss?" You looked up at the voice, and were very pleased to see a familiar mop of red curls that paired along nicely with a goofy, crooked grin.

"Evening, Seven." You motioned for him to come in, and at first he hesitated. "Oh come on, I know I'm royalty, but you don't have to avoid me like the plague." Out of everyone in the castle, including your own parents, Seven was probably the one you were closest to. "If anyone asks, just say that I was upset so you came in to make me laugh. It wouldn't even be too far from the truth." Seven shrugged and bounced into the room, his signature smile back on his face.

“Well, I guess that is my job as the royal fool. I can't deprive a lady in need of a good joke or two, now can I?" He shut the door behind him just in case, and came to take a seat on your mattress. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked you, but you knew he was already vaguely aware of the answer.

“You're going to laugh at me if I tell you."

“Awe, come on, no I won't." His golden eyes turned pleading, and you let out a relenting sigh.

“Well, you know that the masquerade ball is tomorrow night, and I can't find a dress that I like, but my parents are expecting me to look beautiful for all of the princes." There was a beat of silence, and then Seven broke out into a ruckus of laughter. "Hey, you said you wouldn't laugh!" Your face flushed, although it wasn't necessarily from embarrassment. You always had a similar response any time he laughed, it sounded so natural and musical, and you always became happy whenever it would ring in your ears.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just that it's such a princess problem that I can't help but laugh." You now instantly felt guilty, as you knew that he and the other servants had way more pressing challenges in their lives than worrying about what dress to wear. "Okay, no, I'm sorry. I swear it. What can I do to help?"

"I don't know." You sighed, slumping onto the bed next to him.

“What don't you like about them?" He questioned, hoping that if you talked it through with him he could come up with a solution that would make you feel confident in yourself. All he really wanted was for you to be happy.

“Is everything an option...?" You chuckled awkwardly, brushing stray locks of h/c hair behind your ear. "No...I guess the main problem is that they're all too flashy and sparkly. That's not me, you know? I'm not fancy."

“Oh believe me, I know." Seven chuckled, reminiscing on how many times he had seen you sneak in late at night, covered from head to toe in mud and grass stains. You broke him from his memories when you pointed to a f/c ballgown. It was nice and simple, not overly loud or sparkly.

"Well...I do like that one, the only problem is the length and the sleeves. Long ballgowns don't suit me." What Seven really wanted to tell you was that you would look stunning in anything, but he knew he had absolutely no place in saying that. So, instead, he opted for a crazy solution.

"The length is the issue? Then, let's just cut it!" Your eyes lit up, and you almost immediately hopped up to find scissors and retrieve the dress. "Okay, put it on and we can go for it." Seven turned his back to you, closing his eyes and placing his hands over them as an extra measure. Once you had slipped the ballgown on, you tapped his shoulder to alert him that you were done. He turned to you, and it took all of his self control to not react. However, he had no control over the blush that rose to his cheeks. "So, where do you want it cut?" His voice cracked on the first syllable and he cleared his throat. You didn't seem to notice, and for that he was thankful.

"Um, about here?" You put your hand a little under halfway up your thigh, a length considered to be a violation of one of the unspoken rules of social functions.

"T-There?"

“Yeah. They can call me a wench if they want, I just want to be comfortable." Seven nodded and began cutting, shaking his head as he did so to keep his thoughts straight. "And the sleeves off."

"You got it, miss." He was trying to keep everything as smooth as possible, without any of the edges looking jagged.

“I guess maybe a part of me is hoping everyone will be put off by this. I hate princes. They don't give me respect." You thought back to the countless suitors you've already had try to court you, and none of them saw you as a person, only as the key to potential property and wealth. "They expect me to apologize for everything when they're the ones who wronged me." You had even been hit by a bachelor before, and that was your final straw. You had vowed to be done with suitors, at least for a while, but your parents were pressuring you to find a prince.

“You deserve better, someone who will see you for who you are rather than just a kingdom. You should be owed at least that much, as you're one of the kindest people I've ever met. Who else would treat me so good?" No one of your status and social class had ever referred to you as kind; usually just strange or rude. But something about Seven's words hit you, and you smiled softly. The jester stood up, placing the scissors back in their original place. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and for the first time, you loved yourself in a dress.

“Thank you, it looks just like I wanted!" You wrapped him in a hug, tilting your chin up to place a chaste kiss on his jaw in thanks. His face darkened to a color that likened his hair as he smiled goofily.

“I-I'm glad you like it, miss!" He exclaimed through a stutter and bolted out of the room before he said something stupid that should never be said. You found yourself unable to fight off a grin, something that usually happened after spending time with Seven. You figured it was appropriate for him being a royal fool.

Next morning

Seven rubbed his eyes as he blearily stared off into space in the massive ballroom. He was dimly aware of both Saeran and Vanderwood grumbling about his uselessness as they continued to decorate the grand room for the soon-to-be-held masquerade ball.

“Can you just tell us what you're thinking so we can move on and get this done? Some of us have other tasks to do." Vanderwood huffed, smacking the redhead lightly. Instead of reacting and hopping right into his work like normal, Seven continued to stand tiredly.

“I just can't believe she's going to maybe find a fiancé tonight." He murmured softly, still somewhat lost in thought.

"You have got to be kidding me." Saeran shook his head, strands of hair that perfectly matched Seven's falling into his eyes. "I know you like her, but you have to understand that it will never happen. Your classes are just too different."

“Yes, but she doesn't even want to marry a prince!" Seven didn't need to have her, he knew that was impossible; but that didn't mean he was happy about someone else having her, either. Especially when she didn't want them in the first place.

"What, and you think she'll marry you?" Fantastic, exactly what he needed; another spat with his brother early in the morning.

"You know that she can't do that, she has to marry a prince." Vanderwood chimed in, hoping to end this discussion so the work could get done. "We can't exactly make you a prince." He muttered, and Saeran froze in his place.

“Or can we...?" Saeran had to admit, every time he witnessed the interactions between the princess and his twin, even he could feel the spark between them. Not only that, if his plan was successful, Seven would stop his incessant whining. Vanderwood exhaled deeply, knowing he would be sucked in to the twins' scheme whether he wanted to or not.

“I can probably dig up some spare ball clothes if you work on your character." The brown haired male rolled his eyes as Seven thanked him and Saeran countless times. Although he didn't expect much of that night, he knew he would at least get to dance with her, and that was enough for him.

Ball of a Lifetime

You were waiting anxiously in one of the empty corridors outside of the main ballroom, waiting on your cue for entry. You were wearing the custom dress that Seven had helped you with the night prior, and when your mother saw what you did to it she almost had a heart attack. Of course, you left Seven's involvement out for his sake. You were also wearing an intricate black mask with f/c accents and jewels to match your dress, only covering the top half of your face, e/c eyes shining through. Everything was rather quiet, and you were desperately wishing that Seven could be there to fill the silence with his horrendous so-bad-they're-good jokes.

“You look nervous, princess." The voice that called out to you made your shoulders tense, as you hadn't heard the individual approach you. The man chuckled at your expense. "I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you." The voice had an almost comically thick Scottish accent. You turned to face the mystery man, and came face to face with a rather charming male. His face was covered in a detailed black and red mask to compliment his ornate red, white, and black suit. His flaming red hair seemed somewhat familiar, but you assumed that it was only because you had just been thinking of Seven. Eyes of melted gold shined through the mask, and again, you concluded it to be the light playing tricks on you.

It couldn't be him, he's a fool for Christ's sake... You thought to yourself as the stranger stuck out a hand for you to shake, which you cautiously accepted.

“I am prince Luciel from Scotland. And you're the infamous princess Y/n, I presume?" You had never heard of a prince Luciel from Scotland in your life, but you were never all that interested in politics, so you supposed he could exist. That being said, he definitely wasn't well known. But, you couldn't seem to shake the feeling that he was reminiscent of someone. Just as you were about to respond, you were cut off.

"Now presenting, princess Y/n L/n!" Your father's booming voice recited, which was your cue to enter the ballroom with a flourish. You quickly and politely excused yourself, unsure if you were more grateful or disappointed. Something about him seemed off to you. You politely excused yourself and stepped into the ballroom, greeted by hundreds of pretty faces all flashing you smiles, most probably fake. You zoned out whatever speech your father made about the purpose of the ball, and were still staring into space when your first suitor came along. He was a tall and admittedly very handsome man with long silver hair tied back. You had never seen an albino in real life, except for a rabbit one time. His red eyes shimmered with positivity beneath a stunning silver and white mask, and you caught yourself blushing as he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly.

"Evening, princess. I'm Hyun Ryu, prince of France, but you can call me Zen." You quirked an eyebrow at his nickname for himself, but decided it was fairly accurate. You felt a wave of calm wash over you in his presence. "May I have this dance?" He inquired you as the musicians began playing their tune, the first of many that night.

“It would be my pleasure." He put his hands on your waist with much more confidence than your loose grip on his neck. There was quite a large height difference, and you had a hard time looking him in the eye.

"You're very gorgeous, do you know that?" You have heard that line countless times before, yet you still found yourself blushing at his words.

"What do you really want? My kingdom? My wealth?" You sighed, knowing that this would be a long night. However, Zen only laughed.

"No. I could care less about your wealth, and I'm fairly bad at managing my own kingdom." You narrowed your eyes, still skeptical. "Actually, when it was announced that you were having a courting masquerade ball, I was immediately excited. I'm, um, actually one of your fans." His cheeks were dusted in pink, the first time you had seen his confidence falter.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. My fan...?"

“Yes. I watch you in press conferences, and I instantly fell in love. You're so independent, and you couldn't care less about what others think. You know what you want, you aren't afraid to stick up for yourself, and you don't need a man to come and save you. It's nice and refreshing from all of the other women who throw themselves at me." You chuckled nervously, the sudden compliments catching you off guard. You were thankful that he was acknowledging your need for autonomy, and that he was already aware that you would need to be your own woman in any relationship. You put him on your mental list for potential fiancés until he proved otherwise. For the rest of the song, the two of you danced in a comfortable and happy silence, the rhythm you two had going stopping as the music faded out in preparation for a new piece. "As much as I don't want to, I must let you go. I see how the other men are eyeing you." Zen leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head, winking to you. "Just remember, all men are beasts, so watch yourself." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Alright, Zen. Thank you."

“Anytime." And with that he stepped away, leaving you to your own devices with the other men. The rest of the suitors blurred together, as all of them were definite nos from you. All they were interested in were your looks, money, or kingdom.

“Sexist prick..." You muttered under your breath as the man you had just been dancing with strode away. There was a call made by your father that this would be the final dance of the night, and at the end would be the grand unmasking. Your father and mother took the opportunity to step onto the dance floor as the King and Queen, reliving the night they met with winsome smiles on their faces. Just as you were bitterly thinking how ironic it was that on the final dance of your ball you were left alone, you felt a finger tap your shoulder.

“Would you mind if I had this dance?" The humorously over the top Scottish accent rang pleasantly in your ears, and you once again turned to face the ginger who grinned at you devilishly.

“Not at all." You couldn't hold in your sigh of relief, as you got the feeling prince Luciel wouldn't be as bad as his predecessors. He placed his hands at your waist, definitely lacking the confidence that the other princes you had mingled with that night possessed. You placed your own hands on his neck, and he seemed to jump at the contact, but composed himself.

“Sorry, it's, ah, been a while since I've danced."

“I can tell." You chuckled, Luciel joining a split second later. The longer the dance went on, the more you were convinced that he flat out did not know how to dance, which seemed improbable. If you were royalty, dancing was drilled into your curriculum by the time you could walk. He kept stepping on your toes, profusely apologizing when he did. You smiled softly, and decided to do something you never had the chance to try; you began to lead the dance. He seemed to relax, now that some of the pressure was off. The tune you were dancing to was a familiar one, a classic Irish melody. You knew by the key ritardando that the song would be ending within the next minute. Luciel seemed to realize this as well, and stiffened once more.

"Okay, um, listen, Y/n. Don't freak out, please..." Confusion coursed through you, as he seemed all nervous again. Despite that, he leaned in as if to kiss you, but not just on the cheek; he was making for your lips. You had to say it was bold, as it was an unspoken rule that you never fully kissed someone on the first dance. However, you were all about breaking unspoken rules. You didn't move away as he pressed his lips to your own for a brief moment. He pulled away rather quickly, eyes darting to the exits as the song continued to draw to a close.

"You act as if you're saying goodbye." Luciel chuckled nervously, accent slipping for a moment.

“Yes, about that..." The accent had dropped completely, and you couldn't stop your eyes from widening. 'Luciel' got close to you again so that when he lifted his mask slightly, only you could see his face.

“Seven?!" You whisper-yelled, a million questions buzzing through your head. The song had finally faded, and the countdown for the unmasking had begun. Seven dashed away, muttering a thousand apologies under his breath as he went. He left you standing there with countless problems. No doubt about it, Zen was the best out of the qualified suitors. And yet...

Am I really in love with a fool...? You asked yourself as you stood there alone, your own mask still on as others cheered and tossed theirs haphazardly into the air.

#kingdom au #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger fanfiction #mystic messenger #mysmes x reader #mysmes #x reader #seven x reader #saeyoung x reader #luciel x reader #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #707 imagine #choi twins #zen #zen mysme #zen x reader #hyun ryu

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manju-girl · 6 years

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Pressed Flowers

!! some spoilers for Seven Route ahead, read at your own risk!!

If Jihyun’s photographs represents happiness and hope, her paintings represents sadness and despair.

One.

Sadness. Void. Eyes. Person.

These were always the theme of her works. As if crying out the repressed memories from her unconscious.

She always finds herself and her exhibited works along with a collection of hopeful, bright and beautiful photographs of a man with a pseudonym of V. Not that she hated it, but when she asked the museum coordinator on as to why she could not hold her own exhibit, their answer would always be the same.

“Balance.”

“One cannot coexist without the other.”

Again, not that she hated it.

As time passed by she found herself getting used to it, and understanding why the coordinators always put them together, like yin and yang. People would see her watercolor artworks first, complimenting the emotions they convey. Some would even shed a tear or two, and in some occassions, even cry at the sight of them. It hurts her too, yet she felt pride in her works. After all, she sees them move on from the depressing artworks unto the happiness and hope brought by his photos.

She thought, it was like a process in life; people go through something bad, sad, and challenges they have to face, but at the end of the day something that brings joy and hope to them will always brighten up their day.

However, despite being the shadow to this light, she never met the man behind those photos. She also became one of the thousands of his fans, who never saw him.

It’s always a thing with artist, one cannot easily disclose who they are in public, afraid of the attention if known who they really are. That is why they use pseudonyms. She understands more than anyone else. In fact she also tries very hard to lie low in the public eye, yet gives it her all on the industry.

She is an author under a name of Daffodil, also an artist under a pseudonym of Lilley, short for Lily of the Valley.

Both were not her real name.

Her thoughts were cut short when someone started to stare at her new artwork along with her.

“It’s a compelling artwork.” A man with beautiful mint eyes and hair complimented her painting. She saw him look closely at the latest artwork, entitled ‘The Sorrows of the Sun.’

She looked around, only to see him smile at her.

“Oh. Uh, so what do you think about it?” She asked him. The man’s lips curved up into a smile, yet she can see the sadness behind that beautiful eyes of his. It is like, he can see something beyond the sorrow depicted in the painting.

“It’s like the sun, which the artist portrayed as the man was struggling very hard to keep the life of those who are under him, represented by the woman and the flowers of daffodil beneath them. Blue tears, represent the agony coming from the both of them.”

He got the message.

“I see. That’s a very artistic view of this work.” She kind of felt happy that someone finally understood it. Since she hanged it no one truly understood the message it portrays. Yet, she felt as if the man with the teal hair and eyes can truly relate to the said artwork, as if he had gone through it.

“The sun, is a mighty being here you see.” She traced the glass where the artwork was placed. “It can give life, it can also take away life, without realizing it. He tried his best to give the warmth and love to those who are under him. But, the excess light it gave off brought drought, eventually killing those special to him, which also brought him sorrow and despair.”

“It’s powerful, and sad.” His lips trembling with each word coming out from his mouth. “Yet I could not say it is not entirely beautiful. It’s captivating in its own way.”

“It’s something that goes with this artist’s works. They are never the symbol of happiness.” She answered, with a confident smile in her face.

“Lilley means the short for Lily of the valley, am I correct?” He asked, he was now facing her. The melancholic expression he wore earlier was now gone.

“Yes, I think it meant 'return of happiness,’ in the language of flowers.”

“That’s a beautiful meaning.” He mumbled, but enough for her to hear. They locked eyes, although his face was a blur she knows how good looking this man is, and his mint eyes speaks of curiosity.

“My name is…”

His phone rang, just as she was expecting for him to introduce himself. 'It’s a shame,’ she thought, she can rarely meet someone who truly understood her most complicated artworks. Nevertheless, she excused herself first, leaving the man alone to continuously look at the painting.

“Hey!” She hears a faint voice, but she can’t see anyone but the light, the man and the painting, and the bouquet of white daisies and baby’s breath in her hands.

“Am I dreaming?” She asked herself, but she was sure this happened for real.

A card was next to the bouquet of flowers, with a letter from the sender;

Lilley,

I always wanted to see your paintings. Ever since the day the coordinators said that I’ll be doing exhibit with a painter, I became curious of what your world would be like; what kind of message do your works portray, what color palettes you use in order to convey such melancholic yet beautiful paintings. Now that I met you, I was thrilled to finally meet the person behind them, I was able to know more about a lot of things and to reflect on myself. Especially, the work entitled “the sorrows of the sun.” By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I’ll talk properly to you next time. I look forward to see your paintings in the next exhibit. Thank you, Lilley. I hope the happiness returns in your paintings very soon.

-V

“Keep awake! I need you to stay with us!” A man… with long brown locks was shaking her. His face was a blur, she could barely register what he was saying. Next, there was a woman’s scream. It’s full of pain and agony. It pains to hear it so, not due to the pitch, but to the emotions that dwell behind it. Even so, it momentarily kept her aware of the situation.

How did it come to this…?

Oh… right.

She took a bullet for him.

Her hand went unconsciously to the wound, warm blood gushing out of it. It stained her hoodie a darker color. She thought that the blood would be hard to wash off later. Vanderwood held her in his arms, as if he’s the only one who knows what to do in the midst of the chaos they are all in.

So was she dreaming, or was it the last minutes of her life? Flashing through her mind in a very realistic way?

With each passing second she could feel her consciousness slipping away. She closed her eyes, the last thing she saw was the familiar pair of mint colored eyes she loved the most.

@kitty-kat-ty

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rounse-error · 6 years

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Can I request Saeran adopting a kitten to gif to the MC? 🐱💞☺️✨💝🌸

[Mystic Messenger ©Cheritz

Story © rounse-error]

Please do notplagiarize my work!

Note: You don’thave to read the A/N and others (exceptmy important notice) so just skip it and proceed to the story itself.

Author’s Note: I’mso glad that my final fanfic request in this batch was a success! I had funwriting this fanfic request. Also, this fanfic isn’t quite accurate because I haven’t play the Ray route yet so this is spoiler free!

Important notice: Afterplaying 6 routes and 2 DLCs, I have finally reached 212 hourglasses and it won’tbe long before I reach 250 hourglasses which meant I’ll be able to add theMinor Trio (V – Vanderwood – Ray) in my headcanons! Look forward to it!

Response to yoosungiib: Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this fic!

BE WARNED, THIS FANFIC HAS A TRUCK LOAD OF SUGAR!

A snow haired man walked out of a pet store and to hisfrustration, he had failed to choose the suitable pet yet again.

This isn’t workingwell for me at all, he thought with a hopeless sigh. As he was recentlyshoved back to the actual society, there were many things he was clueless aboutand one of them happened to be knowing a domestic animal firsthand. From beinga flower expert to a talented hacker, he was secretly embarrassed with his lackof knowledge about the real world.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a friendlypat on his shoulder. He turned to meet eyes of the man who was physicallyidentical to him, but with curly locks of crimson and a painfully wide cheerysmile.

“Don’t be so glum Saeran! There’s a handful of pet storesthat I know of in the vast city of Seoul,” his twin exclaimed in an encouragingmanner and the gloomy man named Saeran tried to smile in return but it came outwrong: a menacing grin to which the other twin, Saeyoung resisted not to flinchto.

The awkward moment was cut short when their silhouettes on thecemented ground grew and their surroundings glowed with a deep reddish-orange sunlight.Saeran furrowed his brows, feeling rather worried of making MC anxiously waitfor their return.

“Say Saeyoung, I think…we should head home-“

But his words fell deaf on his brother’s ears when suddenly,Saeyoung was pulled at yet another gibberish conversation with the cashierwhose work shift just ended. Saeran blinked his eyes repeatedly as he founddifficulty in catching up with the main topic due to Saeyoung always being aman-child who happened to be high on sugar and therefore, one must not expect aproper and consistent conversation with his twin.

Tired and plainly bored, Saeran averted his attention toelsewhere and soon discovered something rather interesting (and pitiful) at anearby alleyway. Without Saeyoung’s notice, Saeran headed towards the alleyway.

Saeran was deep in thought after entering the alleyway.

The alleyway was a place he used to frequent to work in theshadows and recruit believers for Mint Eye. Now, it felt nostalgic to him, notbecause of his work but rather the calm feeling it gave him.

He often saw how the alleyway was dimly lighted with thestreet lights being its source. The decaying scent of dumpster that never oncebothered him. And the silence was still soothing as ever, removing thetraumatizing memories of his childhood.

But then, at the entrance of an alleyway was where he met MC.From here to Magenta and then at his twin’s bunker until he finally set hisfoot at the outside: he made so many precious memories, both joyful moments andagonizing struggles with MC and there was more to come for their promisingfuture.

A tender smile adorned his youthful face as he recalledfurther.

Thud!

Shaking away his thoughts, he reacted strongly to thedistinctive sound – of an object or two falling on the ground – by jumping awayand prepared himself into a fighting stance.

The culprit could be a homeless person or a stray animal–

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed a silhouette of afeline darting away, widening their distance to keep itself safe and he felt theurge to follow it.

Saeran! If you wantsomething beyond your reach, you gotta catch it before it slips away, waswhat MC would often tell him whenever he hesitated.

With her advice still ringing inside his head, he bent hisknees to prepare its inexperienced legs to sprint after it like there was no tomorrowto which he did.

The chase ended quite shortly as the stray kitten halted inits tracks. Saeran followed soon after and took a brief breather to calm thequick pounding of his chest. To his surprise, it collapsed to the ground and henoticed how limp and injured its legs were. He stepped closer to the poor thingbut was stopped by its feeble hissing.

This stray…is so muchlike me.

Or rather, Saeran was reminded of his hostile self: Unknown. Heknew the hatred and agony of being abandoned by the people he loved and trustedthe most or so he thought once he found out the truth.

But it was thanks toMC that I found out that Saeyoung never once abandoned me…

Knowing his incapability of helping the unfortunate andwounded kitten, he thought deeply of MC: her kindness, her courage, herpatience, and her love. He smiled fondly of MC and then his courage grewsteadily.

He knelt with one knee, low enough to reassure the kittenthat he meant no harm and waited patiently. But with the winter being cruelthrough its freezing touch, Saeran slowly took off his scarf and folded it intoa makeshift cushion then he waited once more.

To his delight, it lowered its guard and slowly made way tothe cushion but it continued to fail to do so. Gently, he held the cat and laidit down to the cushion. The cat weakly purred after he took the courage to patit gently.

Now, I need to take itto a vet-

“Saeran! Saeran! Where are you?!”

The worried shouts of his twin echoed throughout thealleyway and had frightened the poor thing. It forced itself to flee away butit was calmed down once he gently patted it continuously. He sighed in reliefthat it trusted him.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere for you-“

Saeyoung paused as he examined the touching scene beforehim. His twin was patting a kitten for the first time! But his joy soon turnedto worry as soon as he saw its injuries.

“Saeyoung. We need to take it to a vet,” Saeran said in alow tone as he scooped it up to his chest. He wrapped his scarf firmly aroundthe cat and then turning to look at his confused twin.

“Oh, right! Thankfully, we know a certain formerly hopelesscollege student!”

Saeran shook his head in disapproval after his twin’s reply.

Is he talking aboutthat veterinarian kid named Yoosung Kim?

The main entrance was burst open and behind the doors washis beloved. After an hour or two of focusing all his attention on the ICU, hefinally looked away to greet MC with an affectionate smile. “MC, you’re finallyhere.”

“I read your text! Where’s the poor thing?!”

“Calm down. Yoosung is treating it as we speak,” the faint wrinkleson her forehead faded as worry left her exhausted body after hearing his reassuredreply. Without hesitation, MC wrapped her arms around his waist with a firmgrip. To her glee, she earned a pair of adorable flaming cheeks from Saeran andit darkened as MC sent a smile his way.

“Saeran…I’m really proud of you.”

And finally, her compliment was the final blow to bothtearing up in joy and having a long-lasting blush plastered to his cheeks.

“Brother! Here’s the adoption papers~!!”

The moment was broken with the sudden interruption ofSaeyoung and MC let go of him to read the papers with a perplexed expression.Saeran forced himself not to cast a glare at his seemingly-clueless brother.

“Adoption papers? Is it for the kitten?”

“Rightto, my soon-to-be-sister-in-law!”

And just then, Yoosung came with a slumbering kitten on hisarms. Saeran took the initiative to take the now adoptive kitten to his careand smiled at how peaceful the kitten looked. Without further ado, Saerancleared his throat to the two men for them to give him and MC some privacy towhich Saeyoung got the signal and dragged an unwilling Yoosung with him.

“To tell you the truth…I wanted to give this kitten to you.Will you accept it?”

Not taking a single moment, she nodded and said, “I am morethan happy to accept it. After all, you chose this one for me.”

End

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atxjelly · 6 years

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Vanderwood (mysme) Fanfic

Title: Thank You, Vanderwood

Rating: PG

Language: English

Pairing: MC/Vanderwood

Summary:

This fic takes place immediately after the ending of V's route so there are *SPOILERS* for his route. ~~~~ MC is at the hospital with V when Jumin comes in to report the status of everything. Feeling like V is finally safe and in capable hands, she decides it's finally time to return to her own apartment to get some rest. Vanderwood ends up giving her a ride home from the hospital and they get along!

AO3 link:

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You had to admit life after meeting the RFA was definitely a lot more complicated. Before you had met Ray to test out his “game” there was never anything too interesting or exciting going on around you. Maybe that’s why it was easy for you to walk away from your former life and blindly journey to a mysterious building up in the mountains.

After the most tense ten days of your life the RFA was currently busting Rika at the now-canceled party location, the handsome and mysterious V had been stabbed and was about to have his eyes treated, and the sad man who had started it all had left you a worrisome voicemail telling you goodbye. It was a little over a week and you were exposed to a religious cult, poison, explosions, secrets, lies, and six men and two women who repeatedly told you how special you were.

And one secret agent who wasn’t even sure how he got mixed up in it all of it in the first place.

All-in-all you knew your life would never be the same again.

You were sitting in the hospital holding V’s hand as he softly slumbered when Jumin came into the room.

“Jumin!” You stood up and gently let go of V’s hand.

“MC, how are you?” He asked as he glanced from his sleeping friend back to you.

“I’m okay. What’s the status? What happened at the party venue?”

“Rika was taken into custody, though I put certain securities in place to make sure she is properly treated instead of just locked away and forgotten…” He sighed as he brought one of his elegant hands to massage his temple. “I’ll be sure to look over her treatment as well as the treatment for V.”

You just nod.

“I don’t think I can thank you enough, MC.” His usually stern eyes were soft as he looked at you and you wondered if the look was due to his sincerity or his exhaustion. “If it weren’t for you… I don’t know what V would have endured. He had already isolated himself so much from the rest of the RFA. I’m glad he had someone to lean on. I do believe he is a changed man.”

You smile and place a comforting hand on Jumin’s shoulder, slightly surprising the CEO-in-line. “Jumin, I can see just how much you love V. He’s lucky to call you his friend. You did such a good job.” You drop your hand back to your side as you look over to V. “I don’t know exactly what V has in mind for his future, but I trust he can rest easy knowing that the RFA is in good hands.” You turn back to Jumin. “Your hands, Jumin.”

“It was a team effort. And who knows what V has-”

Jumin was cut off as you both heard the sound of V waking up. Jumin walked past you to stand by his side.

V smiled up at him, “Were you just talking about me?” He softly chuckled. “I’m glad you haven’t left yet, MC.” He said as he beckoned you to his side and you went to stand next to Jumin.

“So what are your plans, V?” You ask him.

“Yes, I’d like to know that too.” Jumin remarked.

“Hmm,” V hummed, “I’m not exactly sure. But I know I want to explore myself by exploring the world and my art. I need to be sure what it’s like to know who I am and to have a healthy source of inspiration.”

You just nod, not entirely sure how to respond anymore.

“What about you, MC? What are your plans now?”

You stare at V as you realize for the first time you didn’t have a solid plan. You were entirely swept away in these past ten days (which felt like a whole lifetime) and you didn’t know how to simply return to your life before. You really thought you could use a drink, but somehow you thought that wouldn’t comfort V or Jumin.

“Well… I’ll probably return to my apartment and sleep for a few days.” You quietly laugh at your weak joke.

“Yes, that’s a good plan. You need to look after yourself.” Jumin said. V just nodded in agreement.

“Yes, actually, now that you’re here Jumin I think I’m going to take my leave.” You smile at the two men. “You can call me after the next surgery is over and you are allowed visitors. I’ll be sure to drop by.”

“Thank you, MC.” V said as he put a hand over his heart, “This would have all been impossible without you. Now go get some rest.”

You smile back at him before awkwardly looking around the small hospital room to search for your purse.

“I’ll see you out, MC.” Jumin said.

“No, it’s really okay-”

“I insist.”

You couldn’t deny Jumin twice so you agreed. You put on your most charming smile as you waved goodbye to V. “I’ll see you soon, MC,” he called out to you and there was something in your chest that tightened. You were too tired to analyze it in the moment so once again, you just nodded.

You and Jumin were both silent as you traveled towards to main entrance of the hospital. Once you got outside Jumin was in the middle of offering you his driver when Seven and Vanderwood approached you both from the parking lot.

“Jumin, MC!” Seven waved to you both as he smiled. Vanderwood just looked annoyed.

“Seven!” His smiling face was enough to move you to act on impulse, and as soon as he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Woah!” Seven laughed, reaching a hand around you to pat you on the back. “Good to see you, too, MC.”

You laughed awkwardly as you let go to give him his space. “I’m sorry, it was just refreshing to see your smiling face.” You look at Vanderwood who, in response, raised an eyebrow. “Hey Vanderwood.”

“Are you going to try to hug me, too?” He asked with his arms crossed.

You just laughed.

“Luciel, are you okay?” Jumin asked. “Everything with Rika has been sorted out. I’m sure you were worried since you were there when the bomb went off.”

Seven’s expression briefly faltered. “Yeah, well, I was scared there for a second. But I’m glad she’s alright…” There was a pregnant pause. “Relatively alright. I’m just here to pick up my car since I left it here before we went to Rika’s apartment.” He glanced towards the entrance. “But I guess I might as well go talk to V if you’ll be there with me, Jumin.”

“Yes, I just arrived. I was seeing MC out.” Jumin looked back to you. “MC, shall I call my driver?”

Seven whipped his head to look at his coworker. “Oh! Vanderwood can take MC home! I’m sure it’s no problem for him.”

“What-” You couldn’t even get one word in before being interrupted.

“I don’t remember my job description saying that I’d be a chauffeur to your buddies.” Vanderwood snapped.

Jumin scoffed. “Well, lucky for her I employ an actual chauffeur.”

You slowly take a few steps back from the three men as Seven persistently elbowed Vanderwood in his side.

“Honestly, guys, I’m going to take a cab and it’s going to be fine. I live around here anyway. Seriously.” You smiled nervously at them, starting to get overwhelmed by all the commotion, when Vanderwood sighed before shaking his head.

“Fine, I’ll give you a ride.”

“No, really-”

“I said it’s fine. You’re better than this redhead anyway.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. All of these extravagant and dangerous men just hurled into your life and they were currently bickering about who would give you a ride home. “Thank you, Vanderwood.”

“Well then,” Jumin said, “I’ll see you soon, MC.”

“Bye, MC. I’ll see you soon, too! Though it’ll probably be on CCTV…” Seven winked.

“I hope you get home safe,” said Jumin as he gave Vanderwood a pointed look. Vanderwood rolled his eyes.

“Bye guys.” You wave and smile as you watch them enter the hospital. You turn back to Vanderwood and look up at him. “Thanks again. You really didn’t have to let Seven bully you into giving me a ride.”

“It’s fine, really.” He said as he turned and led you across the parking lot. “I don’t know why, but I always have a hard time saying no to that guy.”

“Nice car,” you said as Vanderwood opened the passenger door of an expensive-looking sports car.

“Yup!” He grinned as he made his way into the driver’s seat. “Seven just gave me the keys as soon as we made it back into the city.” You just smile.

Vanderwood handed you his phone to input your address into his GPS. You didn’t know if it was funny or worrisome that you were giving a secret agent your personal address. You were happy to see you apartment was just a fifteen minute drive away.

The first five minutes of the drive was completely quiet, but you didn’t really mind. Your brain was so full of new information and experiences that it was still trying to process it all. You had only slept when V was sleeping for the past few days and you were so tired that you didn’t even feel tired anymore. Then Vanderwood suddenly spoke.

“MC, I feel like you’re a bit different in the messenger than you are in person.”

His words came from out of the blue but you couldn’t be surprised anymore. You thought about it for a few moments. “Hmm.. Well it is a bit easier to convey my ideas when I have time to write things out. I’m the same person either way, but speaking to someone face-to-face is a lot more emotionally active.” You slightly move your head to glance at Vanderwood. “Why did you say that all of a sudden?”

“You know,” he shrugged, “you seem more passive in person.”

“Passive?” You think you might have felt a hint of offense.

“I shouldn’t be judging you, I’m sorry if I sounded rude. I just naturally read people to assess their relationship with their environment and with other people.” Vanderwood gave you a quick look before returning his eyes to the road ahead of him. “I can tell you are confident and strong. I’m just saying those traits come off clearer in the messenger. Not that it doesn’t come off in person.”

You chuckle because you suddenly know exactly what he’s talking about. “Yeah, okay, I get what you’re saying. Though we only ever chatted together once. You’re right, though.” You leaned your head on the window and watched as the city flew past you. “Ever since all of this started, I had to learn how to listen to others while simultaneously holding on to what makes me, me. It’s not that I usually talk a lot, I’ve just been listening a lot more than I usually do. And the things I’ve been hearing for the past ten days have been so passionate and emotional. It’s hard to not let that influence me.” The street lamps begin to glow as the Sun continued to fall into the horizon. “It’s easier for me to not get influenced when I’m in the messenger. If that makes sense.”

The car reached a stop light and Vanderwood took this opportunity to look at you. He watched you as you looked out the window and, even though he would never tell you or anyone, he was mystified by every word you said. Back in the cabin he could tell that you were independent and unique; and of course he thought you were cute which was why he asked about your relationship with V. In fact, Seven gave Vanderwood shit about it after he read the chat history and it was the same reason why he insisted that he give you a ride home. They both knew that relationships were out of the question for agents, but that didn’t mean crushing on someone was illegal. Vanderwood was suddenly glad crushes weren’t illegal because he was captivated by how you were so confident and so vulnerable at the same time.

The light turns green and Vanderwood turns his attention back to the street. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

You turn to look at him and you’re suddenly tempted to look at the selfie he sent you back then, just to compare. You thought he looked handsome in that picture but now he looked down right sexy. You briefly closed your eyes and took a deep breath; this really wasn’t the time to be thinking about someone like that. You just stepped off of an emotional rollercoaster. Let’s redirect this conversation, you think to yourself.

“So, Vanderwood. What’s your favorite pizza topping?” You grinned when you saw his mouth form the most charming smirk.

“What a random question.”

“I figured you wouldn’t tell me about your past or your family or anything personal like that, since you’re a secret agent and all.”

“Mhmm. And?”

“And I want to get to know you. So I’ll ask surface-level questions that aren’t weighted.”

“How refreshing.” He glances at you and chuckles when he sees you grinning at him. “Alright, I’ll play along. My favorite topping is pineapple.”

Your jaw drops. “How disgusting. You are the devil himself.”

“Hey!” Vanderwood protests. “It’s delicious. I should shame you for being so judgemental.”

“It’s not my fault you have no taste. Anyway, my favorite topping is pepperoni.”

“And I have no taste? You are so vanilla.”

“Whatever. Question number two: what do you do if you can’t fall asleep at night?”

“That question is on another level. You better tread carefully, Ms. MC.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Let’s see…” Vanderwood considers your question briefly. “If I can’t sleep, I’ll have a drink or two. Or if I don’t have any drinks at my place, then I’ll just-” he suddenly stops himself before clearing his throat. “I’ll just smoke a cigarette and force myself to sleep.”

You raise an eyebrow. “It sounded like you were going to say something else.”

“I didn’t want to be crude.”

“Ah. I see.”

You turned back towards the window to hide your smile, and Vanderwood did the same thing.

“Okay, next question-”

“Wait,” Vanderwood interrupts, “You didn’t tell me what you do if you can’t fall asleep.” His eyes were still on the road when you turned to look at him.

“Oh, right. I’ll just take a warm bath and read a book if I have the time. If I don’t have a lot of energy, I’ll drink a glass of wine and watch nature documentaries.”

“That is excruciatingly adorable.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I can picture you with your wine all cozied up in bed while you watch some baby deer get separated from its mom. You’d get all teary eyed and fall asleep dreaming about deers.”

“I would be lying if I said that never happened.”

You both laugh and for the first time in ten days you feel like you have room to breathe.

“Okay,” you begin after you both calm down, “this question might be on another level, so prepare yourself. Question number three: what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Oh, that question is on another level. I don’t know for sure what I’m doing tomorrow since it’s Sunday. I officially go back to work on Monday. I’ll probably go see Seven at some point tomorrow evening to make sure he’s actually doing shit for the agency. But besides that, I don’t really have plans. Which is shocking but welcome.”

Vanderwood was planning on asking you what you were up to the next day, but you had arrived at your apartment.

“Well, this is me.” You say as you make no move to get out of the car. Vanderwood puts the vehicle into park and turns to look at you, giving you his full attention. You clear your throat. “So, as I’m sure you’re aware, I’ve been in some interesting company these past few days-”

“Including me.” He interjects.

“Yes, including you. I have to confess, I’m a little nervous to go home on my own. I’m afraid it will be too quiet, you know, without all the crying and stabbing…” you trail off and chuckle before you begin messing with the hem of your polka-dot skirt. “Not that that’s funny or anything. I don’t think it’s funny at all. Sometimes you just have to laugh things off if they’re too extreme, you know?” Fuck, you think, I’m rambling. “I’m just wondering if you would come up with me for a little bit. I can make you some coffee or tea?” You knew you were taking a shot in the dark, but something felt comfortable between you and Vanderwood. Like you both randomly fell into the same, bizarre dimension at the same time. It was comforting.

“You know,” he starts as he cooly runs his fingers through his hair, “I would have still accepted your invitation even if you didn’t give me that whole monologue.”

You weren’t sure if he was seriously that smooth or if he was just playing it up, but it didn’t matter. “So you’ll come up?” You try not to sound too excited.

“Sure. Let’s find a parking space then.”

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god7072therescue · 6 years

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Giiiirl congrats on your mystic messenger blog!!! 😄 So excited to see more of your work! 😄 For my ask, what do you think the RFA guys + Minor Duo would do if they found MC's diary? 😂 Would they read it? And if they do, how would they react to her entries about them? 😉

Hey!! Thank you so much!!! I will definitely do this becauseit sounds hilarious!! Thanks so much for the request!!! So I am going to startout with Vanderwood because he does not get enough love

Warning!! I picture Vanderwood cusses a lot sooo profanityahead!!

MC was not around the apartment on “Thanksgiving” becauseshe needed to visit some of her family in the states

Her family isn’t even from America, why did they even needto to celebrate that with her

Why not Christmas??

He felt anxious not being able to come home to an apartmentwith her waiting for him

Is this how MC felt when he went on missions for weeks?

Goddamn it he missed her

The good night calls were not enough

The random selfies she sent just made him want her backmore.

He did this to himself, he told her he didn’t want to gobecause he is not supposed to exist.

He let her go to another country without him because he wasscared to meet her family of his fucking pride

Ever since he met her while dealing with seven’s bullshit hehad seen what kind of danger this girl could manage to get into

She went to an apartment because a stranger asked herpolitely

Hell, she decided to get involved with him.

That says enough about her lack of self preservation

Vanderwood, get a fucking grip

To keep his mind off of thinking about her, he cleaned theapartment

He hated to admit it, but that was one of the only thingsthat eased his anxiety when MC wasn’t home

he made a point to clean the entire apartment beforeentering his room because he knew there would be traces of her everywhere

he managed to avoid the bedroom half of the day until hefinally couldn’t avoid it any longer

He stood in the entrance and observed how her clothes werehaphazardly strewn all over the floor, her belongings were scattered all ofthe room

When the hell did he become alright living in a room thiscluttered?

its only because its her clutter and you know it, Vanderwood

He grimaces to himself then exits the room to go stand onthe balcony on his apartment to smoke a cigarette before he even attempted toclean his room

He blew out a puff of smoke as he looked through thedifferent selfies she had sent him

he found himself smiling to himself when he noticed she had one of his shirts on

Jesus Christ, Vanderwood you got it bad

He noticed that he is smiling like an idiot at his phone sohe shoved it into his back pocket immediately and put his cigarette out to goand clean his damn room

he walked inside the room and got to work

God

Strands of MC’s hair were EVERYWHERE

How in the hell are they all over his clothes???

He sighs to himself and keeps cleaning, making note tohimself to get five lint rollers from the store the next time he went

Towards the evening, he’s finally done with the majority ofthe room

All he needed to do is organize his closet

He looked over to window and noticed that it was dark outside

he looked out of his bedroom door to the kitchen to where hewould typically see her dancing as she cooked to obnoxious music

the silence was deafening

he took his phone out of his pocket to go to a playlist shemade on his phone when they first starting dating

he pressed play and set it on his dresser while he put hishair up into a pony tail because he could feel his hair sticking to the back ofhis neck from sweating so damn much

He began to organize his nightmare of a closet and found anotebook hiding under a mound of MC’s hoodies

He picked the notebook up curiously and fliped through thepages swiftly, wondering what in the hell the notebook is

He noticed the hand writing is MC’s chicken scratch so heopened it to a random page to actually identify what in the hell she could bewriting in the notebook

He opened it up to a random page towards the middle of thenotebook, he saw that there is a date at the top from about a month before

What in the hell? Was this her diary???

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be worth having around anymore.He may get tired of feeling like he always has to protect me..”

What is the fuck is this shit??

He continued to skim through the pages even though he knows it’san invasion of privacy and gets more and more pissed as he skims through

What the fuck?? How could she think that about herself??

She’s one of the only people who’s presence he enjoyed

How could she feel this way about herself..?

It’s because you neglect her and you know it

He clenched his teeth at the thought and cannot believe whathe is reading because she can go from being self deprecating to speaking of herlove for him

What in the hell did he do to deserve all of this love?

He got to a certain entry which is about a dream she hadabout him, one of where he didn’t hold any of his inhibitions back

Vanderwood could feel the reddening in his cheeks as hecontinued to read through her surprisingly detailed dream of how he dominated her in bed

Vanderwood calm the fuck down;;;;

He decided to go to the balcony and light up anothercigarette to try and take his mind off of the mental image of MC writhingunderneath him in his bed

He continued to read through the diary and noticed the lastentry was the day before she left to go and visit her family

“I understand why he cannot come and I know what I agreedto. I understand that Vanderwood and I can never have a normal relationship andwe could be in hiding for however long he wants. Hell, we could never getmarried if he doesn’t want to.”

Vanderwood’s cigarette fell from his mouth as he continued reading MC’s true feelings about the man she decided to be with for the rest ofher life

“But sometimes, I wish he could let his inhibitions go. I wishhe could top being so reserved with me and actually tell me that he likes Italianfood or tell me that he like it when I wear that red dress!”

How in the hell did MC know that???

Because she loves you, dumbass

“But even if the man never even tells me he loves me, I knowhe does and I will stay by him. Even if we can only find our happiness in our littleapartment. That’s all I need.”

Vanderwood slammed the diary closed and stepped on the cigaretteto put it out

MC deserved better than this.

It was about damn time for Vanderwood to man up and takeresponsibility to show MC exactly how he felt about her.

Vanderwood needed MC to know he fucking worshipped the ground she walked on.

What if he left for a mission and never came back?

He went to his room and took out a suitcase to throw enoughpairs of clothes to last for a week.

He bought a plane ticket that was the fastest one to where she was, no matter the cost

It was time MC realized how important she was to him

And he was going to grow a pair and fucking showit

First step: meet the parents.

Sooooo I’m thinking is going to have a part 2!! I hope you enjoy it!!

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Choi Boys!

“Don’t you think they’re starting to suspect that something is up?”

“Honestly, Lila, you’re overthinking. I doubt either of them has any clue or idea of what we’re up to. Saeyoung would have already gone and alluded to the fact that he knew something was up if he knew. He’s not really slick when it comes to stuff like this.”

“Minji’s right, darling.” Judas rested a hand against Lila’s shoulder to comfort her woes. “You’re worried over nothing.”

She had been the one most concerned when Minji and Judas raised the idea to her and the rest of the RFA as a big event. It hadn’t seemed like a good idea in her opinion but after everyone had reassured her that it would be a great way to help the brothers think better of their lives from now on.

They did deserve to have a good birthday for once, after all. This was the first time that they were together to celebrate their birthday in such a long time. They hadn’t even been able to celebrate it when they were children.

It was a constant reminder that their existence was a bad thing to their parents and how their existence was nothing but a burden. That couldn’t have been further from the truth of reality, however, but they very likely still believed that notion.

Which was why Minji and Judas decided that they should have a surprise party for them! The other RFA members had been jazzed with the idea, and even Vanderwood would more or less on board for the turn of events. While that sounded like a good idea and anyone would have normally loved to do something big for their partner—

This was odd, for Lila, personally.

It had been weeks past it the year prior when Mint Eye had been taken down, and when Saeran and Lila were brought to safety. Recovery was going to take a while but compared to the last year, things were much different now. Thinking about it now, it felt like the world had been spun on its head for well, forever.

It had been three years since she had first met Ray… no, no, Ray was hardly around anymore. She had enough to think about right now. The thought of him made her feel teary-eyed even now. Three years since she had been pulled into Mint Eye and a year since she and Unknown had coerced Minji into going to the apartment.

She was far from the person that she used to be.

Her world revolved around Saeran, though, and as long as she had known him, she knew one thing for certain. He did not like surprises. He liked to know what was happening because he did not have a say in his life at all back at that place. She hadn’t either, but he had long gone through that. It didn’t just start at that place. It started in his childhood when he was bound and trapped in a tiny room with no windows like a caged bird.

She never dared surprise him.

God, she had done that once to Ray and he had bawled into her arms for hours about how he did not deserve something like that.

She learned to always ask him before she did anything and ask consent for everything for his comfort. She continued to do the same with the persecutor Saeran, eventually who she knew to be Unknown, and now just…

Just Saeran.

It has been so crucial that they communicate in such a way. He would lash out or get lost in a set of thoughts and memories that he couldn’t easily get out of.

It had grown to a point where she could just tell what he needed from looking at him, or from the way he clutched at her wrist. It was how they became so powerful in the first place. Being able to just know what the other wanted from the smallest detail.

Unknown and Wisteria, they had only needed to look at each other to know what they needed to do, and then it would happen. Granted, those specific things had been less than grand but the sentiment still stood. She wanted to always ask him before she did anything sudden and he would do the same for her these days.

Saeran had realized that he had hurt her long ago, and still held a lot of guilt that she was manipulated so he would obey the Savior. That was in the past, now, she tried to remind herself as Minji and Judas chatted with the rest of the RFA over text.

She wasn’t Wisteria.

She was Lila again.

She was living with Saeran and his brother, alongside Minji and Judas.

They were not in Mint Eye and they were working on doing something normal. She wasn’t a bratty princess trying to protect her loved one, she was just Lila, a girl in love with her boyfriend. She dug her nails into the pad of her palms and smiled at the pair.

This wouldn’t hurt Saeran, she thought. Saeran would realize that they had so many people that cared about them now. If he got overwhelmed she would protect him. She was so desperate to see him smile again that she was willing to work on herself some more again.

Building a relationship with the RFA from scratch after such a long time and after all of the things that she and Saeran did—

She could do it, yeah. She would do it. It was a matter of baby steps in the first direction, after all, that was what they had to do. This year was the first step in reclaiming her life with Saeran and it would start with celebrating their birthday.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “You’re right. I want to make sure that we make this about Saeran too and no offense, you guys just don’t know his taste.”

Minji laughed. She pulled Lila into a hug and waited until the girl softened in her grasp. “Yeah, that’s right. I don’t know what he likes to be honest with you. He’s given me a few hints when we’ve made dinner but I’m still stumped. You’re a saint, Lila. This would be a lot harder without you here to help us out. I’m glad you’re with us.”

Lila’s cheeks began to burn hotly. She didn’t know how to respond to something like that.

She had never been all that great at compliments or having friends so having Minji around was also sort of a new experience. She felt guilty for dragging her into this life but Minji always made no qualms or complaints about it.

Lila was grateful.

She knew that Saeran was too, even if he doesn’t say it often.

“Oh… thank you.” she murmured.

“Ladies, ladies,” Judas broke their little love fest with a cough. “We only have a few days to put this all together so we need to focus. Now, I’ve made a game plan with the others so we need to go over this list and ensure that everything is taken care of. Minji, you’re going to be helping Jaehee with the baking, I know you’re both great at that.”

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

“Alright, so, I think it would look the best if you hung that right over—”

Yoosung glanced back over his shoulder at Minji as he adjusted where he was holding the streamer against the wall, “Here?” he asked.

“Yeah! Exactly, that’s perfect Yoosung,” Minji said.

She rubbed her hands together and nodded, taking a good look at the setup that they had put together in such a short amount of time. Yoosung had been a really big help and Zen had been as well. They had offered to help her and Vanderwood set things up while Judas and Lila kept the boys distracted and out of the bunker for a day.

It was working smoothly.

"Oops."

"Oops?! If I didn't catch you, you would have cracked your head open!"

"...They don't pay me enough for this."

"Vanderwood, you're getting paid?"

"..."

Well, almost.

Minji glanced over her shoulder to see where Yoosung had fallen from his stoop only to be caught by Zen. She sighed at the sight of them and gestured at Vanderwood to take the lead so that she could finish the cake. She didn't have Saeran to help her out. They often cooked together and it was perfect with his incredibly steady hands but he couldn't make his cake!

This was going to work out or she was going to pull her hair out. Tucking her curls back into a ponytail, she glanced at the cooling rack and felt relief when the layers were cool to the touch.

Now, she could pull out her buttercream and start working on building this thing for real with just a few hours to spare. She was going for a mesh of what they both liked here, rustic elements, flowers, and constellations iced in the sides while she pinned the molded flowers she made with Lila the night prior to save time.

Things were going… as well as they could be.

As long as the boys didn’t destroy anything, it would be fine.

Perhaps, they were going a little bit overboard but why shouldn’t they? This was the brothers they were talking about, and they deserved to have a really good day. Minji could not imagine what it was like to live through such pain in your life. When she was growing up, her parents were good to her and they were good to her little sibling.

She grew up, no worries, she may not have gotten what she wanted all the time, but she had all the love and warmth that she could have ever wanted.

Minji knew love and support, that was why she was so cheerful with others. She wanted to see the bright side and she wanted to help others find it. It was a simple dream, but a dream nonetheless and for Saeyoung, she would do anything and everything to ensure it. She could remember the moment she realizes she was falling for him.

His laugh.

His indomitable laugh on the phone when they spoke into the late hours of the night had been when she realized it was too late for her not to fall for him. He made her smile and she could tell that he was smiling through the phone when they talked.

Judas had been her rock when Saeyoung tried to push them away. He held her hand and supported her feelings. He had been there from the start, pushing for her to take a chance on the redhead even though she knew that he felt the same way about him. Judas was selfless. That was why she cared about him as well through it.

But, Minji knew that Judas was a good guy.

He had saved her all those months prior when she almost was taken. She had loved those blue eyes of his from that moment onward. It just didn’t click until they were in tight quarters, trying to cope and learn how to get Saeyoung to open up to them.

Even now, when she thought about how fast she found herself falling for that man, it was a little unbelievable but love was love. It could happen slowly or it could happen all at once. She was happy with her choices and basking it in. She had an even bigger family now and it had just as much warmth that she could feed into it.

Spending her days with Judas and Saeyoung… even Saeran and Lila. The rest of the RFA as well and all was right in the world. Nobody was struggling anymore, and everyone was in a better space. Zen’s career had really taken off, Yoosung was doing better in school, Jumin had found himself a new assistant and even Vanderwood was around more often.

She and Jaehee had taken up a business together, so that was where she spent a good chunk of her day. She would always be baking and come home smelling of sweetness. The boys would oftentimes come to visit during the day for a snack. It was usually just an excuse to watch Minji work or to steal a kiss before the other kid.

Friendly competition from the boys was nothing new.

Saeran would come by and help bake sometimes, as well. His company was well-enjoyed. He was doing better, and Minji was glad that he felt comfortable. He and Lila both were a little… skittish around Minji at times. She knew that they felt guilty for their actions in the past but she knew that it was not entirely their fault, and she had forgiven them.

Why be angry when they had been manipulated and hurt?

Minji wanted to keep living her life, and to do that, she smiled and helped everyone come together instead of fall apart.

All and all, a far cry from living in an apartment with a bomb in it last year to where she was at this very moment. She smiled, pastry bag in hand as she glanced into the other room to see Vanderwood going at Yoosung and Zen for making a mess. She held back the laugh that tickled at the back of her throat and looked back down at her task.

“It’s a never dull moment,” she said.

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“Darling, look at me,” Judas purred. “Look at you, you’re red in the face. You aren’t warm now, are you? I’d hate to think that you’re getting sick on your birthday… unless you want me to play nurse for you! I happen to have a skirt just for this occasion.”

He had Saeyoung’s face in his hands as he fawned over him with such glee. There was nowhere for the redhead to go and he could only have eyes for Judas right at that moment. Saeyoung felt his heart begin to speed up.

He raised a hand to brush against the one that was cupping his cheeks and held it firmer in place. “You know I like to play the nurse,” Saeyoung countered, voice as cool as he could muster. “I look far better in that skirt.”

“Oh? But, darling, it’s your birthday. Should I get to dote on you?” Judas replied, “I think you’ve earned the option to be spoiled.”

“That’s not how this game works for us,” Saeyoung quickly told him. There was a burning tinge on his cheeks that he couldn’t hide. It nearly rivaled his hair shade. “You know better than to start something like that!”

He was never all that great at being able to hide what he was really feeling from Judas. Even when they were first getting to know each other all those months ago, Judas knew how to pry under his mask and pull out a glimmer of the real Saeyoung underneath. Be it from how he was used to pulling intel out of people or the fact that he had a hard time not getting overly invested in others—

What it was, Saeyoung thought, he could at least do without the teasing.

“Oh, I’ll finish it, darling. that’s—”

“Disgusting.” Saeran finished.

His brow was set into a line. Those two had been going at it for some time and right in front of his ice cream! Lila couldn’t hide the little laugh that escaped her lips. She reached over and pressed her hand to his cheek to direct his attention back in her direction. “Hey, don’t mind them, I’m here with you, after all.”

“I wish that were the only option.”

“Saeran!” Saeyoung whined, his hand on his hip as he watched as his brother rolled his eyes at him. Only taking a harder bite out of the Popsicle in his maw. “C’mon, you have to be a little nice today, after all, it’s our day!”

“Tch,” he didn’t respond.

Judas pat Saeyoung’s shoulder out of sympathy. “There, there. What makes him happy is different from what makes you happy.”

Judas could remember the first moment that he spent with this man and how fun it had been. He had been trying to flirt with him and then Saeyoung flat out shut him down with the reddest cheeks that he had ever seen. It was clear to him that he liked it, but he needed some time to sort out of those of his to know what he could be excited by someone flirting with him.

He should have known that he would fall hard for someone with golden eyes and a mischievous smile on his lips.

It had been months since that time.

A year could really change you.

He wasn’t living the way he used to be, either, to be fair about things. He didn’t have his super cushy apartment but he did gain something that he didn’t have. A family. He had his own little family with Saeyoung, Minji, Saeran, and Lila. He hadn’t had a family in such a long time so he was sort of happy to have it.

His first one hadn’t been so great.

But, this one?

This one was everything that he wanted and more.

Who would have thought that an informant that clawed his way to the top to take down everybody that had ever crossed him would be able to live without eyes and a target on his back? He certainly didn’t think one year ago that he would be spending a day out like this with one of his partners just shopping.

He never thought that he would be able to let himself fall in love ever again, but as they say, a hopeless romantic will fall hard over and over again when things are right. Judas was just happy that both Minji and Saeyoung were absolute sweethearts. He just kept falling into their arms and sighing in a contented way.

Some may call him a drama queen, but he would gladly take that title because showing those that he loved them with the strongest acts was simply his love language.

He leaned over and took a bite out of what little ice cream that was in Saeyoung’s hands, having already finished his own piece and wanting a taste of something strawberry and his boyfriend’s lips instead. His boyfriend stuttered and pouted at his actions, but he paid that no mind.

“Just like getting a secondhand kiss is what makes me happy,” Judas said.

Saeyoung just stared at him for a moment before he recanted his blush and leaned over to kiss Judas instead. Which left the raven-haired man with his own crimson cheeks. He returned the kiss and paid the reaction no mind. This was normal for them. A game of cat and mouse where one would push the other and see how far it could go.

Even when they were in public.

Even when Saeran was clearly irritated with both of them.

He had nothing to worry about though, Lila would always do them a solid and get him to focus on her instead.

“You shouldn’t rile me up this early,” Saeyoung warned him in a low voice against his lips. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”

“Fire,” Judas responded. “I love playing with fire. You know that I would gladly walk right into your bright flames to get a taste. Now, that was just a taste of your birthday present, okay? You don’t get anything else until we’re with Minji!”

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“Surprise!”

Saeyoung stared at the scene in front of him with surprise in his eyes.

He knew that they were planning something but he never suspected that they would go through a party. Everyone was here, and they were here for his sake, for his brother’s sake. He was overjoyed to feel as though his family was finally together once again.

This was all that he ever wanted.

A family.

He couldn’t help but look at Saeran to see how he was reacting to this. He had said that he couldn’t care less about celebrating. Saeyoung understood that. He still didn’t want him to feel left out when it was his day too. His way of being happy was just as important. His fingers were shaking just a bit at his side but Lila grasped them tightly.

She gave him a nudge and he looked at her, and she smiled.

“I know you said you weren’t big on celebrations, I’m not either, but… you deserve to have at least one party somewhere in there,” she said, quietly. “We don’t have to stay long, okay? If you’re overwhelmed we can come back in a bit.”

He slowly but surely shook his head. “You were in on this, too, weren’t you?”

She smiled, a bit sheepishly. Lila had been caught red-handed. Saeyoung didn’t expect her to be involved since she knew how much Saeran didn’t want a party but… it was good to see that she was trying to help him.

“...Thank you,” he mumbled. “I guess, since you went to the trouble, I might as hell stay for a little while.”

Saeyoung took the time to chuck his arms around Saeran’s shoulders and clap him on the back for his attitude. Saeran didn’t try to shrug him away so that was a good sign. “That’s the spirit, baby brother! I knew you would come around.”

That was a sign that made him want to cry. Saeran had come such a far way since last year, and so had he. He knew it just from looking at the faces of each and every person in that room. From Yoosung, to Zen, to Jaehee, to Jumin, to Minji, to Judas, to Saeran, to Lila, and hell, even to Vanderwood. That one was a surprise.

His little family had grown exponentially. To think that he had been alone for such a long time and now, he had all of these people with him that loved him.

It felt… unbelievable.

But, this was everything and it was perfect.

If he could have one wish, it would mean nothing, as he already everything that he wanted. When he looked at his loved ones, he knew, this was everything that he always wanted.

He couldn’t stop the smile that was on his face, not even as he let go of his brother and allowed Minji to throw her arms around him with a sweet laugh in his ears. This was, a happy birthday, and he would hope that the rest to come would be just as good.

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Star Crossed Entertainers - Part 17

Taking a break from the angst!! But just because it’s Valentine’s day. ;) A little bit of lovin’ for the happy couples. They deserve it amirite? Enjoy!!!

Sun was barely peaking through the slit between the closed curtains. The room was warm and had a euphoric scent. Where he would normally be sprawled out on the bed, Zen found himself compact and curled up with the feeling of someone else’s warm skin pressed against his. He opened his drowsy eyes further to see his little blonde pixie wrapped up in his arms. Thinking back on what had happened the night before he was overcome with emotions. The love he had felt for her reached an apex last night. He had proudly taken her in his arms in front of people that he should very much fear. He had beat and threatened someone who was very much a threat and yet he didn’t have a single worry. All he could see in those moments of rage, passion, and directness was her. Kaeli. He held her tighter and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead, the sounds of his lips releasing from her skin, the only noise that rang throughout the room. That was until he heard a soft hum. He looked downward and was met with bright blue eyes.

“Jagiya, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmmm, but I’m glad you did.” Kaeli’s voice was groggy but it rang out like a soft melody. She tilted her head up and gave him a slow gentle kiss, reluctant to release, but eventually parting their lips subtly. Just enough space for her to mumble words back into his mouth. “Is the beast back in it’s cage?”

“Kay!! Don’t talk like that. It’s early and last night, I just…I-” Zen’s cheeks were a cherry blossom pink and he suddenly didn’t know which way was up. Unlike Jumin and Samantha who got to float around in a ball gown and tux, laughing and dancing the night away, Kaeli and Zen hadn’t received that luxury. So they had made it up in the bedroom, ten fold.

“Don’t get so flustered, babe. I like the beast and I want to see more of him.” The tiny blonde nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck, starting to lightly pepper kisses on shoulder. Zen was becoming, a healthy level of enthused and decided they should hold of just for a little.

“Jagi, before we get too excited, how about we go out for breakfast? You still have some clothes here. Get dressed. Let’s go out.” Kaeli stopped her teasing and let out a weak whimper accompanied by a tiny pout and fluttering of the eyelashes. “Kaeli, stop that. I don’t have any energy after last night. You were wild, absolutely starved for my hands, my touch, every time I moved in-”

“Zen!!” Now it was Kaeli who was wearing a lovely shade of pink. “I get it! I’ll get dressed!” Kaeli threw the covers off of the two of them and quickly made her way to the dresser Zen had cleaned out just for her to keep spare clothes in. She threw on a simple outfit but when she went to spruce up her hair she felt arms encircle her waist. She let her hair back down and turned around staring at Zen who was still not completely dressed. Held in his arms she ran her hands up his torso to his shoulders, tracing his defined peaks and valleys all the way up. “We better hurry and get to breakfast. I have a beast too, Zenny. It’s a lot cuter than yours, but it’s not patient.” That was enough for him. He threw on the rest of his clothes and pulling her by the arm hard enough to possibly pull something out of place, the two made their way to breakfast.

The two found a small local shop that had a cute and quaint outside eating area. They weren’t planning on stopping there but the aroma coming from inside had enticed them. They were obnoxious. Feeding each other, stealing food off of each other’s plates, licking food off of extremities and faces. They were being somewhat cautious being in the public. They were both wearing sunglasses and baseball caps. They had unintentionally matched and Kaeli honestly thought it was the greatest thing. She could barely even get Sam to wear the same color as her and they were inseparable.

“Kaeli, isn’t today the day you are supposed to move back into your old place? Do we have time to walk around town or do we have to get back to my place and let the beasts out ASAP?” Zen gave her a coy smile and Kaeli began to run her foot up and down his leg underneath the table. Her hand was resting on the table and Zen set his on top of hers, lightly running his thumb back and forth.

“Actually, I don’t have to go to the manor today. Last night Sammy told me not to worry about it. She said she wanted you and I to spend time together. She said there are plenty of movers to help out. She tried making it seem like she won’t be lifting a finger, but I know her. She’s going to send them away as soon as everything is unloaded and then she’s going to be unpacking all of the stuff herself. I know she won’t let us help no matter what. That should clear my guilty conscious, right?”

“Ha, Why does Samantha do the things that she does? Okay, how about we do something nice for her in return? What is something that Sam would want?” Zen was perplexed, fishing for ideas. A gift for Samantha wasn’t an easy task. Kaeli however knew exactly what she wanted.

“Babe, can I borrow your phone?” Kaeli gave him a toothy grin and he complied. Minutes later she handed it back. “All taken care of! It’s starting to get hot out. I really need a shower.”

“Well I didn’t take one either so, how about we conserve water and take one together?” The handsome actor winked at the pixie trying his best to put on irresistible charm.

“I can not believe you just used that line on me.” She scolded, giving him a very unimpressed look. “I’m fine with showering together, handsome. But the real question is, before or after?” It was her turn to wink.

“Why don’t we do both?”

“Zen, I thought we were trying to conserve water?”

“Next time, Jagi.”

Kaeli’s inclination about Samantha was no doubt, correct. Sam had spent the night in one of the spare rooms of the manor that had remained untouched. The rest of the common areas and the girls specific bedrooms all had to have furniture and boxes delivered. She had woke up bright and early, in an incredible mood. She greeted the trucks and movers with extreme pleasantries. And why wouldn’t she? She had fallen in love with a man she had no business being with and the love wasn’t unrequited.

She had put in hours of work checking off the list of furniture and boxes being unloaded off the truck. She was constantly joking around with the movers, lending them a hand and giving them lots of praise. Once the last box was off the truck, the crew lead attempted to gather further instructions for Sam on how they should start unpacking. Instead he received a hefty tip and was sent on his way home with the rest of the crew.

Samantha had started to unpack the boxes in the main living area, scouring for the sound system. She couldn’t work without blaring her music. Half of the day was gone and she had shown no signs of stopping. She had the windows open letting the golden rays peak through and form shadows all over the marbled floor. A gentle breeze airing out the dusty place and keeping her from warming up too much with all of her exertion.

She was sliding around in her socks, running up and down the large stairwell, just because she could. Dancing with floor lamps, singing to picture frames, working hard, but hardly working. In the midst of her foolishness she had felt a pair of eyes watching her from the front doorway. Without giving that feeling her full attention she spoke to it, rummaging through a box of rods and curtains.

“I know, I know. ‘My music’s too loud, the floor isn’t sparkling enough, who taught you to dance.’ I know the way I’m working is killing you Vanderwood but observing from afar isn’t going to put you at ease.” With no response Sam walked over to the first large window where she had set up a ladder and began to hang the sheer curtains. “And further more, Mr. Clean, instead of silently mocking me you could at least come and hel-aahhh!” Climbing up the ladder Samantha had tripped on the curtain fabric and began to fall backwards. Bracing herself for a hard crash and hearty laughter from Vanderwood, she was surprised to find herself cradled in a familiar embrace. Her eyes were shut tight, but at the inviting warmth she opened them to meet charcoal eyes with raven black bangs hanging in front of them. Speechless she stared at the man as he pulled her up to stand, their bodies pushed up against each other. She hadn’t blinked, only stared at him wide eyed in surprise. A gentle smile fell on his lips.

“…Hello.”

“…Hi.”

“Are you alright?”

“I…I’m fine. Jumin, you…wait! You were the one watching me?!” She jumped back. Now at arms length but still holding on to him.

“I stopped by to see you. I figured I would see you hard at work and I’d be able to offer you a bit of a break. But what I came across instead was simply, well, actually no…it was insanely adorable.” Dressed in his normal 3 piece suit, he pulled her back into him. She was sweating, wearing a tank top, running shorts and mismatched socks.

“Jumin! This is embarrassing! How did you even know where the manor is?” She was trying her hardest to distance herself but she wasn’t fooling anyone. Although she was extremely embarrassed about what the man had just witnessed, instead of burying her head in the sand she chose to bury it in his chest. Now wrapping her arms around his broad back and pulling him close.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You really are so very cute. Kaeli had told me earlier that she was worried you might be working yourself a bit too hard and suggested I stopped by. And it’s a good thing I did.” He had rested his hand on the back of her head and was slightly scratching it. You could swear she was almost purring. “Why were you doing something so dangerous by yourself, Kitten?”

She broke the embrace and looked up at Jumin. “Kitten?”

“Oh, I’m sorry did you not like that? I apologize if that was inappropriate in anyway or-”

She held a finger to his lips, easing his worry. “No, I loved it.” She gave him a warm kiss and ran a hand through his raven locks. “And you have a very weird perception of dangerous, my love.”

“I think that you are just a bit of a daredevil, Samantha.” They pressed their foreheads together and began to chuckle but it was quickly cut off by another kiss.

“I’m sorry you came out here all this way and I’m a mess. I have a lot to unpack here.”

“Why don’t I help you, Kitten?”

“Jumin I couldn’t possibly have you do that. Plus you’re in a suit, dear. It wouldn’t be proper to have you dancing around like me.” She winked at him and another kiss ensued. They couldn’t quite tell who was initiating the kisses but it was as if each sentence had to be punctuated with their lips touching in some way.

“Why did you send the movers away, love? You know they were paid to do this for you, correct?”

Samantha sighed and walked away from him as she answered, back to rummaging through boxes. “I know they were, I just…I’m not ready to get completely back into this life. Being waited on, throwing money at people to get things done for me. Things that I could so clearly do myself. I feel like I lose my independence in a way.”

“I hope you don’t truly feel that way. I’ve never met someone as independent as you, love. I honestly wish you would be a little more dependent.” Jumin had found his way to Sam again and cupped her cheek in his hand. “I know how strong and capable you are, but you should let others take care of you every once in awhile.”

Samantha closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. He let her go and removed his suit jacket, tossing it aside. “Now,” he began to roll up his sleeves, “What are we doing here?”

“Well if you really insist on helping, big strong man, I need to finish hanging these curtains.”

“If we hang the curtains, you will let me take you back to the penthouse for dinner, deal?”

“Oh sweetheart, I really don’t think I should leave th-”

“There will be time for discussion after the curtains are hung.”

“Jumin Han…” Samantha blinked at him rapidly and then beseechingly smirked at him. “Was that an order?”

He gave her a slow lingering kiss on the cheek and then whispered in her ear. “It was.”

The two had hung the curtains and somehow managed to take 3 whole hours doing it. They were a fumbling mess. The pair was laughing at each other when one would mess up, hiding behind the curtains, chasing each other through them, stealing kisses from each other, laying in piles of curtain fabric pretending to be exhausted so that they could cuddle up to each other instead of just getting the work done. The sun was starting to set. Jumin and Sam had found themselves sitting on the middle of the stairwell, Sam leaning her head against his shoulder.

“It’s seems it is later than I anticipated. I suppose I don’t have to bring you to the penthouse, however,”

“However?”

“Perhaps I’ll call the chef and have him fix dinner here.”

“It’s really okay sweetheart, I can fix something for myself, there’s no need to call him. You should probably get back to Elizabe-” She found her back being pressed against the stairs and hands on either side of her head being pinned down at the wrists.

“Samantha.” She had seen passion in Jumin’s eyes before but it had never been like this. Her body was hot, and her stomach had dropped from a great height. Her heart was performing coronary somersaults and her breathing was rapidly speeding up. “We’ve come so close, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m not letting you sleep alone tonight.” He kissed her deep, parting her lips with his tongue, twirling it around in her mouth, inhaling her quick short breaths. “In fact, I’m not letting you sleep at all.”

Sam wrapped her arms around his back, running her nails from his shoulder blades down to the small of his back, then in a swift motion pinning him on the stairwell and straddling him. Open mouth kisses on his neck and under his jaw. He grabbed her waist and pulled her body so close to his there was absolutely no room for the lord. He sat himself up and took her by the hand. Samantha was giggling, being pulled up the stairs, both their feet going as fast as they could take them. Once they reached the top Jumin lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, clumsily waltzing around jamming each others tongues down their throats like horny teenagers. Jumin found his back pinned against a door. Praying it was to a bedroom he fumbled around to reach for the door handle only for Sam to stop him.

“Jumin wait…”

“I can’t Kitten. I really can’t.” He was pleading with her. If he didn’t have this woman he was going to implode.

“Honey, this is serious.”

“What is it?”

“Soooo…No calling the chef or?”

Jumin bit into her neck like he was taking a bite of the sweetest peach he had ever eaten and the couple retreated into the dark room. “Now you’re really in for it, troublemaker.”

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choisgirls · 7 years

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Could you write a scenario where RFA + V and Saeran decided to prank MC (because it’s haLLOWEN) by scaring her while she was wandering around 707’s bunker? Sorry for disturbing you. ^^"

A/N: You aren’tdisturbing me, love!!! hhmm im gonna do my best here! ^^ I’m gonna mix it upand do a fic for this because can you imagine all of them trying to do it ~atonce~

Words: 3,830

Pairings: None!

Theme: RFSpook!

Warnings: Um, slight gore mentions? But it’s all costumes, I swear! But it’s here as a warning!

Under a cut due to length!

Masterlist~

Of course Saeyoungwanted to have a personal party at his bunker, and of course he had to go allout and completely decorate it for Halloween. I’m talking the dark ambiance,the skeletons, the spider webs you were positive were real and probably droveVanderwood crazy- you were positive he even had his bunker renovated solely forthis party. You don’t remember him having a literaltrap door in front of his door before- password yes, trap door no.

When you arrived tothe front door, you knew better than to stand right in front of it. That doorin the floor was not subtle, not even in the slightest. You rang the bell andhoped he would hear it, considering you could hear his Spooky Mix Soundtrack, Tape 7 (you knew that was its name becausethat’s all he would mention in the group chat for weeks) blaring throughsurround sound speakers. The door seemed to creak open enough to show it haddone it on its own. You sighed, knowing that agreeing to this “party”was already a mistake. You pushed the door open all the way, peeking in andcalling out for Saeyoung. When there wasn’t an answer, you stepped in andclosed the door behind you. You debated turning around and leaving, honestly.

The inside of hisbunker looked nothing like it normally did. It looked like a completely newhouse. You thought he only decorated intensely outside- you were wrong. Youstood in the entryway, taking in the scene before you. The music switched tosomething ominous and a terrifyingly echo of a laugh traveled through thehouse. Saeyoung, what the fuck?

And with that, thescreen turned black and retracted back into the ceiling. You blinked inconfusion and shook your head in annoyance. ‘Why? Why can’t we have a nice,normal get together?’ You thought to yourself. You loved them all and normallyhad fun, but you weren’t the type to scare easily. Not to mention, you wereready from some treats, not this trick.

You moved forward,walking down a hall lined with old portraits. The eyes followed you as youwalked- but you paid them no mind. You figured it was Saeyoung attempting tohide his cameras to watch you. How long was this hallway? You’ve been walkingfor around 5 minutes, this is way too long. You stop and watch as you movebackwards without your feet lifting. You look down to find the floor had beenturned into a moving walkway. You give an unamused look to the closest paintingbefore taking large steps to make it to the end, jumping off of the walkway toventure on.

The room beyond thehallway held nothing but a large standing mirror in the middle of it and a dooropposite the one you came in from. You looked around, turning quickly when thedoor slammed shut behind you. Why would there just randomly be a mirror inhere? What kind of joke was this? Looking behind it, you see nothing and noone. After a few minutes of trying to open either door and trying to find anysort of clue on how to get out, you stand in front of this mirror.

You check out youroutfit- should you have worn a better costume? Did you make it too simple? Yourmundane thoughts were cut short when you start to notice the room filling withfog. The once clear image of yourself was quickly becoming a blur as the mirrorfogged up as well. Suddenly, a hand smacked from the other side of the mirror,dragging down to leave behind streaks- you watched as it fogged back up. ‘Isthat it?’ you thought to yourself, ‘Is it really just some weird projectionscreen? Do they think fog is gonna scare me?’ Words started to scribble out onthe mirror, you read them each out loud as they showed up.

“'Hello, MC. I’mwatching.. you… Would you… like to see… me? Just.. close your eyes.. andstep.. through.. I won’t.. bite…’ Wait- I know that handwriting,” yourealized, shooting a disgruntled look behind the mirror quickly to watch acertain small, blonde boy in a creepy, bloody monster costume jump and squealat your movement.

“MC! You weresupposed to be scared, not scare me!” he whined, “Were you even alittle afraid?” When you shook your head, he threw his hands up inexasperation before dropping them to cross his arms and curl his lip into apout. “That isn’t fair. I looked on the internet for weeks on how do this!I had to ask Saeyoung for help! ….Really, not even a little bit?” Youoffered him a sympathy shrug and had to pat the back of his head gently when hethrew his forehead against your shoulder to pout and cry a little about. Youheard mumbles of 'I’m a man’ and 'I can be scary too’. He sent you on your waythrough the door to move on to the next room. You had to give it to Saeyoung,he went all out in renovating just for this haunted house.

The next room was setup like an old school library- books lined the walls, floor to ceiling. A deskwith a large, cushion chair pushed towards the side of the room. Like theprevious room, the door slammed shut and you assumed it was already locked. Youlooked around, watching for the next so called 'scare’ so you could move on.The lights started to flicker and shut off. The window to the room screeched asthe wind and rain pounded against it. Lightning illuminated the room for meremoments, you knew how this was going to play out, so you stand and wait untilyou see a large, dark figure in front of you. With each crack of light, thefigure came closer and closer, until it was right in front of you and threwtheir arms open, revealing themselves from under their cape, letting out aloud, deep “boo”.

With the flick of yourwrist, you turn on your phone flashlight and find yourself face to face with acertain Jumin Han, with his tongue out between his face vampire fangs, lookingas unamused as you did.

“I will, uh, suckyour blood, MC. Bleh bleh bleh.” he said, bringing his hands up to make aslight 'rawr’ action. You stared at him, dead in the eye, face void of allemotion. He gave a soft shrug before standing up straight. “I made myattempt. I didn’t wish to really participate in this, but we know how Saeyoung canbe,” he elegantly produced a key from the sleeve of his shirt, offering itto you before gesturing to the large door behind him. “Feel free to keepgoing, MC. You’ve got quite a few to get through before we can have our party.I’ll make sure to keep a glass of wine just for you.”

The next room was setup like an eloquent dining room. A table dawned with a crisp white table clothand silver cloche in the middle of it, shiny and inviting. That would be whereyou’d have to go- but maybe they were tricky and did it to throw you off.

You don’t even botherwith the doors, anymore. You know you need to find the key to get out. The fasteryou’re out, the faster this party and go on, and the faster you can make ithome to eat that candy you tried convincing yourself you would share.

Looking through all ofthe napkins that lined different tables, you found nothing- you sighed. Youwere going to have to take it upon yourself to look under the cloche. Who’sroom was this? What was waiting under there?

You lifted it upquickly, already expecting something to jump out at you. Instead, you take alook at Jaehee’s head- bloody, pale, and a fountain pen right through her eye.You blinked, frowning a little bit. Reaching out, you touched a little bit ofthe blood dripping down her face.

Her hand shot out fromunder the table, grabbing onto your leg. You didn’t even flinch.

“Really, MC? Eventhat didn’t frighten you? Hmm. Was it the makeup? Was it not scaryenough?” She removed her head from the hole in the table and popped outfrom under the tablecloth. She was dressed in one of her older work suits.

“It’s hard tobelieve it when it smells like strawberry jam,” you remarked, licking offthe jam from your finger, “Dare I even ask about your costume? You’re in adining room, shouldn’t you be in more.. food related attire?”

“I have to workon paperwork after this party. I figured I’d make my costume realistic to whatmy emotions will be later on,” she answered without skipping a beat. Younodded in understanding and asked for the key to move on, which she was happyto supply if that meant she could go sit in an actual chair rather than crampedunder that table.

The next room held aring of full length mirrors- you had a feeling you knew who’s room this was.

“Zen!” youcalled, standing in the center of them, “Come here! I want to just getthis party going!” You watched as he walked up, in all 3 mirrors, tostrike a pose in his prince costume.

“MC! How did youknow it was me?” he asked, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “Wecan go to the party later! First! Let’s play~” he shot you a wink beforemoving closer to the mirrors, all four of them seemed to be looking you in theeye. “Time to play, Which is the Real Zen! Choose wisely,sweetheart~” he sang. You looked closely at all of them, stepping closerto the one in the middle- you stretched your hand out, reaching for him, whensuddenly his arm flew out of the one to your left, wrapping around your waistand pulling you through to a completely dark portion of the room. You sighedwhen the lights turned on and you found the room completely packed with fullbody, and extremely accurate, wax models of Zen. You knew he was taking theseall home at the end of the day- that is if Jaehee doesn’t get her hands on themfirst.

“I suppose I haveto come find you?” you ask loudly, hearing your voice echo- but were metwith no response. Great. This could take a little while. 'Everyone else triedto be scary,’ you thought to yourself, 'But nnooo Zen has to be overdramatic. Ijust want some pizza.’

Carefully examiningeach figure you pass by, one of them near the door catches your attention.Squinting in suspicion, you walk up to it, eyeing it up and down. You lean inclose as he jumps, throwing his hands out to grab you, yelling a loud 'boo’.You just stared at him, crossing your arms and tilting your head slightly tomatch the frown on your face.

“…MC do youhave a soul, at all. Does anything scare you? Anything?” you shook yourhead as he threw his hands up in exasperation before leading you through thenext door. With a swift bow, he closed the door behind you, leaving you in aroom decked out in children’s decor.

You have to admit toyourself that this room gave you the creeps- but only because it looked sosimilar to your own childhood bedroom… wait.. the.. the stuffed animals onthe bed, the stickers on the wall- this was completely a replica of yourchildhood bedroom. Well, isn’t that creepy. Who would recreate your bedroomjust for this stupid joke?

Out of the corner ofyour eye, the rocking chair started to move and a small shadow darted aroundbehind you. Turning towards the area where the ruckus had been, you ended upface to face with a creepy baby doll, suspended from the ceiling- it started togoo and cry, until the voice box started to die and it’s once sweet voiceturned more demonic. You frowned and yanked it off of its suspended wires,tossing it over your shoulder.

“Just come outalready! I’m so tired of all these stupid-” you started, before you werecut off by your knee giving out suddenly from a hard impact. You whipped yourhead around to find a tall figure sitting on a tiny tricycle, their face lookedporcelain and broken. A creepy, child-like laugh came from the person, as theysuddenly lunged at you, knocking you down and sitting over you. Leaning closeto your face, the creepy laugh continued as the person grabbed hold of the tearin their face, pulling down both sides. All that you could hear is a maniacallaugh, and the ripping sound of this person’s 'skin’. You could see the gluetearing and as the 'blood’ fell to your face, you could smell it was strawberryjam- Jaehee must have helped out there.

“Hi Vanderwood,”you stared completely unfazed by the scene above you. He finished taking offthe glued on mask and wiped part of his face off with his sleeve, shooting youa disapproving look.

“I spent thiswhole time trying to get the damn mask on. Do you know how sticky this is? Theglue and the jam? It’s fucking sticky, MC, this isn’t fun for me,” hespat, getting up and offering his hand to help you up. “I’m starting tothink you’re some sort of robot instead of human, we could use you in theagency,” he mused, crossing his arms and watching as you dusted yourselfoff, sneering at his offer.

“That’s probablythe scariest thing I’ve heard all day, thank you,” you held your hand outexpectantly, “give me the key and I’ll keep going so we can actually eatsomething.” With a roll of his eyes, you’ve got the key in the palm ofyour hand and you’re on your way to the next room.

This room had acomplete wall of screens, and you knew it was bound to be one of the Choitwins- now which one was it?

Deep, creepy laughtererupted from the screens, causing you to sigh for the forty seventh time today.Looking at the monitors, you’re met with the mask from earlier in the night-you definitely know which Choi it was this time.

“Saeyoung, youreally went all out for this party. I can’t believe you spent all this time even renovating yourhouse-”

“I KNOW NOT OFTHIS 'SAEYOUNG’ YOU SPEAK ABOUT. MC, TELL ME, WILL YOU PLAY A GAME?” hecut you off, yelling into his voice changer. You crossed your arms and mutteredsome choice words under your breath before turning around to address the soundyou were hearing.

In the center of theroom, a single table rose from a secret floor compartment, dawning a clear boxwith a hole large enough to stick your arm in- the other end of the box heldthe key to the next door.

“The game issimple, MC- stick your hand inside the box, and answer a few questions. Youwin, you get the key!” he followed his explanation with a creepy, darkgiggle. You looked at the screens and raised an eyebrow, sticking your arm intothe box.

“And if Ilose?” you asked, watching him clap with glee.

“THEN YOU REALLYLOSE, AHAHAHA!” A locked clamp attached itself to your arm and your eyesfocused on the box as small saws in the side of the box activated and waited tomake their move. You frowned a little bit and turned back to him.

“Are you ready MC?No? Too bad!” he giggled, leaning close to the camera, “QUESTION ONE!We’ll keep it easy on this question- WHAT IS THE BINARY FOR 'SAEYOUNG IS THEBEST’? YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS!” You stared at the screen, spacing outcompletely- you didn’t know this. If you did, five seconds wasn’t long enoughto recite it. He imitated an annoying buzzer sound before telling you time wasup- the saws in the box moved a bit closer to your arm as you just stared atthem, wondering just how much time this boy had on his hands to make this.

“ROUND TWO, DINGDING! What part of fish-shaped bread do I eat first?” he tapped hisfingers together, expectantly. Hell- you don’t remember! Most of the time, youforget he actually eats anything else besides chips…

“The…head?” you guessed. He’s a sadist, maybe he gets pleasure from ripping offthe poor fish-bread’s head off.

“DING DONG, YOUARE WRONG!” he yelled followed by an evil giggle, “The belly, MC! Thebelly is the best! You know that!” you sighed- you did know that. Whydidn’t you guess that? The sound of the saw got louder as you watched it dropeven closer to your arm.

“ONE MORE CHANCE,MC. OR YOU’LL HAVE TO WAVE GOODBYE TO YOUR ARM! Oh, but wait, you won’t be ableto, AHAHAHA!” Your previous frown deepened- he’s enjoying himself too muchhere. “FINAL QUESTION! What, in this world, makes our very own Jumin Hananxious?” Oh! You knew this! You looked him straight in the eyes andanswered.

“Diagonals insuits,” You answered with confidence, yet he hit the error button anyway.

“YOU’RE CORRECT!But, due to the circumstances, I’m going to deny the fact that you are correct.Say goodbye to your precious hand, MC!” You turned back to the box towatch the saws drop, almost touching your skin. You didn’t even flinch. Youknew he would never actually hurt you. You turned back to the screens, raisingan eyebrow at the redhead as he removed his mask. “Aw, MC! Not even a blink?Seriously? Those are real saws!” he sighed in defeat and turned them off,allowing you to remove your arm and open the other side that held the key.“I worked so hard for all of this and you haven’t been scared once! Not atall! You’re a robot. That’s it- I’ve cracked the code!” With a roll ofyour eyes and a flick of your hand, you waved him off and ventured to the nextroom.

Taking in the decor ofthe next room- it was almost as if you were outside in an actual graveyard. Younotice a ghostly figure walk through the wall- how did they set that up?

You looked above you-a projector, of course.

Opening above groundcoffins, looking at tombstones for any tricks, you searched for the key. Youwere getting real fucking tired of these ghosts screeching and walking throughyou. You felt a tap on your shoulder and sighed.

“I don’t know howyou got the projectors to actually tap me but I’m no longer in the mood forthis shit,” you called before taking a look over your shoulder. You sawSaeran dressed as a skeleton with an annoyed look on his face that rivals yourown- he was holding out his hand to help you off of the ground where you hadsat to think things through.

“Look, I’m not inthe mood either, I just fucking want some pizza,” he said pulling you toyour feet. Yes, finally, someone agrees with you. “Just take this and beover with it, please. Saeyoung will not let us eat until you walk through thatdoor and I’m real close to fighting him.” He held his other hand out toreveal a- dare you say it- skeleton key. You took it and turned, headingtowards the door, when a hand shot out of the dirt of a grave, grabbing yourankle and yanking you to the ground hard, as it starts to try and pull youthrough the dirt itself.

You look up at Saeranwith an unfazed look marking your face, as his expression mirrors yours beforehe kicks the hand off of your leg.

“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” he gave the lame excuse as you put your hands to yourhips, mocking him with a ridiculous imitation of him.

“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” you stuck your tongue out at him before walking towardsthe door again, this time avoiding the graves between. He followed behind,mumbling something along the lines of, 'You’re lucky I just want food,’ and, 'Ishould’ve pushed you into one of those graves’. Someone was hangry, but thenagain, so were you. Please, let the food be on the other side of this door.

Throwing the dooropen, you were greeted with the scent of the pizza that has been promised,amongst various other foods. Your friends stood around the room, welcoming youto the end of the line and congratulating you on your journey. You all spent atleast half an hour eating, describing how their pranks went, and how you seemedto not be afraid of anything. Laughter erupted from your chest, waving offtheir assumptions. You opened your eyes because you felt something crawling onyour arm.

With your heartbeating out of your chest and your eyes as wide as saucers, you slowly lookdown at your arm as everyone looks with you. There, crawling slowly to yourshoulder, was a gigantic spider. You stared for a moment, trying to processyour thoughts.

A loud, shrill screambubbled out of your throat as you swat at the spider to get it off. Yourepeatedly jumped in place, shaking, doing anything you could to make sure thespider was truly off of you. You even jumped into Jumin’s arms, knowing he wasthe tallest and therefore the furthest away you could get from that evil thing.

Everyone ran away fromthe furry thing, hiding behind any object they could. There was a soft gigglefrom under the food table. You watched as a familiar head of mint hair poppedout from under the table cloth, shooting one of his award-winning smiles at allof you. He gently coaxed his eight-legged friend back into his container andstood up, laughing again.

“You guys triedso hard to scare MC.. but you should have stuck to the classics,” he said,now shoving a cookie into his mouth to hide the sly smirk that spread acrosshis face. You looked at him, amazed that Jihyun, this sweet yet devilish man,could scare you. With a spider, of all things.

The good title of the“Undefeated Scare” was ruined. You have been bested by a mint man andhis spider companion. You couldn’t believe it.

Your heart was stillracing, and you could still feel the ghost of the creatures legs running upyour body.

Well, Happy Halloweento you.

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