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kangjaehee · 2 years

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RFA + sex headcanons

because i am in a Mood. minors do not interact

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YOOSUNG.

SUBBY.

like... very. He likes it when u take control.

He likes it when you’re mean to him, when you demand, when you give him no choice but to do as you say if he wants to be a good boy for you.

Humiliation is his shit kinda... he says he doesn’t like it when you highlight how sensitive he is but you, who sees how he trembles at every word you say, you know different.

And on that regard... he’s sensitive. Like, the slightest touch and the right words can crumble him into a whimpering mess within seconds. You’re actually quite shocked. But you absolutely love it.

And he’s loud, too. Doesn’t at all hold back his cries, which sound oh so beautiful to you.

Very into pet play. Likes when you take care of him, likes the element of humiliation that comes with being treated like an animal.

Make him do the gross embarrassing things. Make him eat from a bowl and bark. It gets him off.

Surprisingly, he’s not that much into physical pain or impact, just the control element of it all. He likes it as part of something else, but not in and of itself.

Actually he gets off more in the concept of punishment than the act itself... it urges him on. You think it’s cute. It makes him harder to hear your little dismissive laugh after he whines.

He finishes quite fast but my god does he have stamina. He can go for rounds and rounds that leave you asking for a break.

it turns out all those lolol all nighters he pulled did actually mean something....

Also: the idea of you taking care of him while he’s in the middle of a game??? and not letting him cum until he wins????? GOD it makes him melt.

Very kissy during aftercare. Also very talkative.

You actually have no idea how a person can have this much energy after cumming so many times but hey this is Kim Yoosung we’re talking about.

He doesn’t sext but he does call you to tell you how needy he is. Over the line, you hear him stroke himself to your voice. It makes you lose your mind.

ZEN.

this man has 1 goal and 1 goal only: making you feel good

service top pleasure dom whatever you wanna call it. He just wants you to feel loved and sexy and give you the orgasm of your life.

He likes feeling you. Groping your thigh, manhandling you, kissing you red and raw.

(of course, all while he praises you and tells you how unbelievably gorgeous you are...)

And you absolutely love it. It makes you feel wanted, powerful.

Active sex drive. Y’all do it every other day or so. Not always for long. But it’s an integral part of your relationship.

He’d do it anywhere. In the kitchen, living room, bathroom, car... He doesn’t need to be comfortable, he just needs his hands and your body to touch.

But don’t misinterpret him, he loves planned affairs too. Especially when you go out of your way to set the mood with lighting and scents and stuff.

LOVES it when you dress up for him. Put on some cute lingerie and sit there, watching as he turns beet red and his breath deepens.

And send him pics. be the biggest tease you can be. Anything relating to you drives him crazy. In his eyes, you’re the sexiest being on the planet, no matter what anyone has told you.

Although keep in mind that he Will warn u about the power u have over him and The Beast potentially coming out at an unwanted moment...

You always tell him to be patient and wait, as if that’s not exactly what you’re after. The Beast always comes out when he gets home though, with him absolutely devouring you in kisses.

Stamina for days... like come on let’s be real he’s a musical theatre performer. He’s Never done.

Not very kinky but has a thing for breeding? creampieing? He wants to claim you, to have something of his inside you.

...And you don’t hate the idea but Babe don’t you think we’re... too young for kids?

Oh my God sorry I didn’t mean it like that... But, hey, don’t you think I’d make a good dad ;)?

You roll your eyes and laugh.

Also he’s not so opposed to the idea of bondage... to have unrestricted access to your body like that (or you to his...)

Surpisingly likes toys. If they make the experience better for you... (and he wants to try them too, though he’s not gonna admit it).

He’s not very keen on being on the receiving end. Doesn’t exactly like not being the one in charge, but he relents every once in a while.

He particularly loves blowjobs. He thinks you look so stupidly sexy while doing them, and the way he flusters and bites his lip... it’s so cute

(One day you’re gonna get him on his knees for you, one day.)

JAEHEE.

Although the tension between you two and the desire you harbored for each other was undeniable, it took you quite a while to get intimate.

When you crossed that threshold, though... Well, let’s just say there was no return.

Lots of kissing. Before, during, and after. She kisses you intensely, with purpose, like she wants to eat you whole. It’s a bit overwhelming. Makes you wonder for how long she’s been saving this.

Quick, does not hesitate. Teases very little, goes straight to it, and has you shaking and remembering nothing but her name in a matter of miniutes.

Stupidly skilled with her hands. They’re good for so many more things other than kneading dough...

Absolutely loves to hear your moans and other sounds. It urges her on. Please be as loud as you possibly can.

The sight of her large honey eyes looking up at you while she’s eating you out has to be one of your favorites.

But while she absolutely adores being the one to take care of you, she actually pefers it the other way around...

And you do too. Because, my god this woman is the cutest being in the universe when she’s flustered. And it’s extremely easy to fluster her.

All it takes is a smile, a kiss, a remark on how wet she is for you... and boom. You’ve reduced her to a mess of whimpers. She’s sensitive and easy to crack.

And it’s funny because all the while you’ll see her trying desperately to hold onto the propriety that she’s so known for. But soon enough it’s gone and she’s cursing and pleading.

You love to tease her because of this. She groans like she hates it but actually doesn’t, actually wants you to do it, draw this out as long as you can. It makes her climax much more satisfying.

She loves when u play with her boobs. Bite them, mark them, grab them, pinch them, maybe slap them if the occasion requires it...

Two words: Praise. Kink.

...Yeah she very obviously has it.

Tell her how well she’s doing no matter what it is that she’s doing. How good she is at taking your fingers down her pretty wet cunt. How well she’s sucking on your clit. It makes her feel like she’s in heaven.

And of course, tell her how she’s a good girl, how she’s your good girl. And watch her fucking dissolve.

(...yeah she’s quite a sub).

She’s into some other stuff... classics like bondage and the occasional spank, more adventurous stuff like wax play.

She likes sexual experimentation. She’d try most things once, just to have the experience, as long as they’re safe, sane, and consensual.

She has quite a bit of stamina and can last long, although she doesn’t exactly like cumming many times in a row or overstimulation in general. Instead, she prefers being edged until she can barely hold it in.

She also cries. It shocked you the first time, but... she cries when cumming.

And after you’re done, she’s always extremely tender and soft, wanting to cling to you for long. You always reassure her, tell her how good she did. Often you like to shower after, or eat something together. Cuddles after sex are mandatory but always remember to get up and do your necessities.

You guys don’t do it often, and don’t like to do it quick. The Jaehee motto is “If you’re going to do anything, do it how it’s supposed to be done” and that applies to sex. But that just makes the encounters you do have all the more special.

JUMIN

for someone whose only experience is having explored his best firend’s body once out of “curiosity” he’s surprisingly very good.

(JUMINV REAL i will die on this hill. i am cheritz actually.)

instinct-driven. doesn’t hesitate. takes you in whole.

composure and propriety thrown out the window, he will make you his. he’s gonna make sure that you forget your own name and only remember his, that you forget everything else but the feeling of his hands on your body and how he pounds inside you.

It’s not hard to get him going. Like at all. Just kiss him deep the way he likes it, grind agaist him, and bam.

He likes to tease verbally, you like grinding against my thigh, love? but not a lot. Eventually his desire to just have you wins him over.

It’s possessive, yes, but it’s his way of showing you just how much he wants you and no one else. You think of it as almost a privilege to be loved so deeply by someone.

Loves marking you, biting into you and then seeing the pretty purple bruises that from, that mark you as irrevocably his. Kisses you a lot during and after. A lot of You’re mines coming out of his mouth.

Also, he loves hearing your moans. And you love hearing his.

It’s actually very funny to tease him, because it’s very easy and he tries to make it subtle. Just push out your shoulder, watch as his face gets red and he swallows, struggling to keep his poise.

And then God save you, because he will not hold back...

You guys do it often. It’s a way for him to destress, so it’s almost a daily affair. A little quickie before bed and after waking up never hurt anyone...

Doesn’t like doing it in public, likes it when it’s just the two of you, though he for sure likes teasing you in public... You’ve given him a handjob in the limo in more than one occasion.

He’s averagely kinky. Likes bondage. Likes calling you his kitten. Likes slapping your ass when you’re both really into it. Not much beyond that.

The dominant position is comfortable to him, he can let his desires run wild and free, and you like how he exerts his power, how he’s so confident. It almost lights you up.

Though he also has a strange, almost hidden desire for the other side of the coin... he likes being the one with the power taken away, too.

It always oddly attracted him, but he never paid attention to those desires, as they made no sense. But then you suddenly decided to be more dominant one time, and oh boy something awoke in him.

It’s not very easy for him to submit and let go. But it’s extremely liberating once he does so. For a man who has to be thinking and making decisions and bearing more responsibility on his shoulders than any person could imagine, being in a position where he doesn’t have to make any of the decisions is almost cathartic.

He likes being your kitten. Likes the sight of you above him, holding him by a leash and smiling, just as much as he loves the sight of you under him.

Likes impact quite a bit, actually. More on him than on you. It’s a little humiliating to imagine the heir of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates being spanked raw. But that’s inexplicably a turn-on.

Likes latex a lot. The sight of you on it is pure art.

Also into shibari. Likes the intricacy of it, the protocol, the fact that it’s an art form.

Lot’s of stamina, doesn’t cum easily. Will always make sure you’re the one to finish first or with him. Prefers to cuddle after, sometimes for hours, tightly and in silence or with just a few words exchanged. It’s the act of bodies becoming one, of feeling being not said but expressed in the way his skin contacts with yours.

SEVEN.

Okay so wbk this man is a menace. This applies to sex too.

Most of the time, it’s sloppy and imporvised. Undeliberate, hands everywhere, kisses all over the face. He doesn’t think, and you don’t either. It’s almost funny.

A tease, just because he absolutely loves to see you riled up and begging for it. But, do it a bit aggressively. He’s a bit of a brat. He pushes, and wants you to push back and push harder.

He doesn’t need things at all to be fancy, he can have fun with very little. He’s creative.

But you know what his absolute shit is?? Roleplay.

He does it almost naturally. Has fun with it. Likes the performance element, the not being himself, the play. It’s a way for him to take advantage of all the costumes he’s kept form his agency days.

You’ve found him on more than one occasion just weasring a maid dress and pretending to clean... The indirect was caught and enacted upon.

He’s kind of a jack of all trades. He can top, he can bottom, he can take the strap and rail you until walking is an arduous task.

freak in the streets and the sheets. Truly willing to try anything once.

Pain enjoyer. Likes spanking you, and likes you doing it to him too.

Also likes overstimulation. Edge him, then let him cum, and do not let him stop... just let him go off like that.

Lots and lots of stamina. And also just fucking dies after. Does everything and then five minutes after he’s absolutely fucking spent. To you, it’s shocking. To go from being so loud to being so still...

Likes to kiss during foreplay, but not much during or after. Prefers to tease with words or just let the actions speak for themselves.

One thing about Choi Saeyoung: he’s a romantic partner and extremely entertaining lover. You can trust that stuff will never get repetitive on him. Always switching it up... in all ways possible.

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sentinelpri · 1 year

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Dye

Saeyoung Choi is sick of having red hair.

It’s three in the morning as the redhead stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom, golden eyes tired and body covered in nothing but a black tank-top and matching boxer shorts. He’s exhausted and should really be in bed considering that he has to take Saeran to therapy at eight, but his dreams have rendered him unable to sleep yet again. He drums his fingers against the edge of the marble that lines the counter, his eyes on the two boxes of bleach and the box of toner that are sat there.

There’s a shower cap over his hair, that of which is soaking in a copious amount of coconut oil. It’s been that way for a few hours, just as the tutorial he googled at 12AM told him. As he follows the instructions on the first bottle of bleach to develop it before pulling out his phone and logging into the RFA chatroom.

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: hey guys!

707: guess what

Yoosung☆: What is it Seven?

707: I’M DYEING MY HAIR

Jumin Han: Right now?

Yoosung☆: What color??

707: It’s a surprise!

707: d:

707: You’ll have to catch the glory of it in person next time you see me! I’m still working on it as we speak : D

ZEN: You have such a beautiful natural red that people would kill for and you’re over here dyeing it…

Seven feels his stomach drop at that, a little offended. He’s been wanting to dye his hair for years to escape the striking resemblance he has to his mother. After the new member joined the RFA and everything went to shit, leading to the discovery of Mint Eye and the retrieval of Saeran, things have calmed down somewhat. Saeran is back from the psychiatric ward he was placed in for a few months and is now living along with Seven and Vanderwood in Seven’s large home. The new member has settled into a comfortable romantic relationship with Jaehee (who deserves to be happy after all her years of servitude under Jumin) and helped the former assistant with her new coffee shop. Everything is peaceful and Seven has gotten a lot of closure regarding the situation (minus what has happened with V and Rika, who have been impossible for him to track down), and things are settling.

Seven is ready to escape the past somehow now that things have changed. What better way to do that than to change his classic look?

ZEN: Seven, I sure hope this is just one of your pranks. If not… RIP beautiful red hair T_T

Jumin Han: Seven.

And now Jumin’s there.

Honestly, Seven didn’t expect for the older man to be online so late, but seeing his name pop up on the chat log makes him smile. While the rest of the RFA may see them as nothing more than friends, their relationship crossed into romantic territory a while ago and their one year anniversary is in less than two weeks. They’ve agreed that for both of their safety, it’s best to keep their relationship under wraps until everything settles down and Jumin inherits C&R from Chairman Han, but that doesn’t bother Seven too much. He’s used to keeping secrets, anyhow.

707: YES DADDY!?!??

ZEN: I suddenly feel very nauseous.

Yoosung☆: Same… ew.

Jumin Han: Can I call you?

Seven’s heart skips a beat at that.

707: Yes, daddy (;

Jumin Han: Don’t call me that here. You’re going to disturb the other members.

707: Fine, fine. Master it is, then!

707: Talk to you in a minute then, master Jumin (;

707 has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

Yoosung☆: So are we just going to ignore all of that?

ZEN: For the sake of my sanity and mental health?

ZEN: Yeah

ZEN: We are going to ignore all of it.

Yoosung☆: Ight then ima dip.

Yoosung☆ has left the chatroom.

ZEN has left the chatroom.

Seconds later, Seven’s phone starts to ring. He answers the call, sets it on speaker, and places the device face-up on the bathroom counter. Then, he puts on the gloves that came with the bleach and starts on his hair. Part of him thinks it’ll turn out great. The other part of him suspects that it’ll be ugly or botched enough for him to have to wear a wig over it, especially considering that his glasses are abandoned in his bedroom and he can hardly see anything.

“Jumin, why are you calling this early?” Seven asks and smiles when he hears Jumin’s low, sleepy voice on the other line.

“Is it early or is it late for you, Saeyoung? It sounds as if you’ve been awake all night,” Jumin subtly calls Seven out like he always does.

“You’re not wrong, but why are you awake?”

“Ah… I woke up on my own. I could sense that you were awake, waiting for me.”

Seven chuckles.

“I don’t know if that’s romantic or creepy.”

“Interpret it as you please, but did you mean what you said in the chatroom?”

“What, about calling you master?” Seven snarks with a quirked brow and starts to paint his hair with the bleach solution.

“No, about dyeing your hair.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I was a hundred percent serious! I’m actually doing it right now!”

“What color?”

“White.”

“...In one night? Won’t that damage it severely?”

Admittedly, Jumin has a point. Hair-bleaching is something you should go get done at a salon, and it’s also something you should only do once every few months to avoid damage to your hair. Bleaching it back to back comes with the risk of frying it off. Seven knows that. He just doesn’t care all that much.

“I don’t care if it does. Worst comes to worst, my hair starts falling out or turning brittle so I have to shave my head and wear a wig for a couple of months. I think I’ll live.”

“Alright, then…” Jumin trails off. There’s an awkward few seconds of silence that makes Seven wonder if the older man hung up until he looks down at the screen to see that the call is still going. Finally, Jumin speaks again. “Are you doing okay?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You usually only make sudden, drastic changes to your physical appearance when you’re struggling mentally.”

Seven’s stomach drops at that- mostly because it’s true. He’s done crazy shit to his hair, pierced his own body, and gotten a variety of tattoos when under immense stress. Most of the time, he doesn’t regret any of it, but sometimes… Well, sometimes it’s gone terribly; an infected piercing here, an ugly tattoo there, the occasional hat-over-his-head-for-a-few-months. Still, he tries to deny it, because denying his problems is something that Seven is accustomed to.

“C’mon, Jumin! That’s ridiculous! When have I ever done that?”

“Well… Do you recall illegally buying a tattoo gun to tattoo your own chest a few years back?”

Seven flinches and thinks of touching his chest before realizing that his gloved hands are drenched in hair bleach. Still, he remembers it like yesterday- a shitty hand-done cross with crooked lines that he had to have covered up a few years later. The new piece is nice, the ugly cross turned into a cross-marked gravestone with flowers all over it to cover the bad line-work. Though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he wishes he’d never had any of it done in the first place.

“Yes, yes, I remember! Are you not going to let me live that down?”

“Considering that you cried and squeezed my hand so hard that you nearly broke the bones in it when I took you to go get a cover up done for it last year because of how badly it hurt? No, I’m not.”

“Okay, that was one time when I was like fifteen, and have you ever gotten a tattoo before? Yeah, I didn’t think so! Those bitches hurt!”

Seven can’t help but be defensive about it. After all, his least favorite thing in their relationship is when Jumin tries to scold and parent him like he’s a child. It’s embarrassing, especially coming from someone who didn’t have to grow up nearly as fast as he did- from someone who was handed a kind father and an entire empire from the very start instead of the shit hand that Seven got. And it’s true that Jumin is a responsible adult, much more responsible than Seven, but still. Seven is a prideful man who hates feeling like he’s being talked down to.

“Alright, fine. How about the instance a couple years ago where you got snake bite piercings done on your tongue and complained afterwards because you couldn’t eat solid food for a week?”

Seven’s frustration quickly builds. Jumin won’t just drop the issue, nor will Jumin allow him so much as a moment to defend himself.

“That was-”

“And when you were eighteen and got gauges in your ears that you tried to upgrade too fast to the point where you had a gauge blowout?”

“Jumin, that’s different!” Seven exclaims.

“You still hide your ears with your hair because of that. Your earlobes are deformed around the holes because of it and they won’t close back. It’s serious,” Jumin continues, going on and on. Seven’s eyes flicker to the mirror and land on his ears, which are- as Jumin said- incredibly scarred and misshapen around the perimeter of his gauges. “And I know you haven’t changed since then, either. Right after we brought Saeran back, you went and pierced your own belly button and it still hasn’t fully healed. Remember when you had to take antibiotics for the infection that gave you?”

“I thought you said it looked good!”

“It does look good now that it’s not red and oozing with puss from a localized bacterial infection. I never said I didn’t like any of the things I’ve mentioned, just that they’ve been rash decisions made under intense stress that you’ve complained about or suffered because of later. I don’t want you going and dyeing your hair only to hate it or risk burning your scalp with bleach, but since you’ve already started the process, I suppose I can’t stop you… Saeyoung, you really need to go to a professional next time.”

“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”

“I’m not judging you, I’m concerned. There’s a difference.”

“Fine, Jumin… If you’re going to be like that-”

“Saeyoung,” Jumin cuts him off once more, but this time, his tone is much softer. The tension seeps from Seven’s body as the ravenette tries to calm him down. “I’m not judging you. What you’re doing is an unhealthy coping mechanism of yours and I’m trying to make you aware of it so you don’t go and do it again. I’ll stop talking about it if it’s upsetting you so much, but please bring it up to your therapist at your next appointment and get her input.”

“Yeah, okay,” Seven replies. He’s sure it sounds sarcastic, because in all honesty, he didn’t want to hear any of the rants that Jumin just went on about his bad coping mechanisms. Part of getting closer to the RFA and maintaining close personal relationships is accepting concern from others, though, even if it’s expressed in a way that he doesn’t always like. “...Thank you for worrying.”

“What’s got you so stressed out?”

“Who said I’m stressed out?”

“Well, you’re up past three in the morning dyeing your hair. You know you can tell me, Saeyoung.”

Seven sighs and finishes covering his hair in the bleach, careful to cover it so the color develops properly. Then, he answers Jumin’s question while disposing of his gloves and sitting on the bathroom counter.

“It’s Saeran… He was doing pretty good for a few week stint there, going on walks with me and coming out for meals, but he’s been getting bad again over the last couple days and I’m scared he’s going into a depressive episode. Any time I go to check on him he ignores me or tells me to go away.”

“Can you not just go into his room?”

And of course Jumin would say that because he doesn’t understand being mentally ill- at least not in the way that Saeran is. Since the younger man has moved in with Seven, it’s been a relief, but it’s also been difficult. Between making sure Saeran eats, drinks, showers, and goes to therapy, Seven is starting to crumble. On top of that, following RFA’s party, he hasn’t been able to track down V or RIka- so God knows what they’re up to.

“Not really? It’s a fine balance, you know! That’s his safe space, I don’t want to invade it unless it’s a life or death situation,” Seven explains. He remembers clearing out his old work room and setting it up for Saeran before he came home from the psychiatric ward. It looks completely different with a brand new bed, a desk, a television, bookshelves, and curtains that weren’t there before. Unfortunately, even though Seven offered to take Saeran to buy decorations and help him personalize it, Saeran hasn’t taken him up on the offer. So, the room has remained incredibly bland and bleak. “I told him that the room I gave him is his to decorate and live in as he pleases and that I won’t go in there without his permission. Plus, he’s an adult… He’s capable of making his own decisions! I can’t infantalize him just because he’s struggling with his mental health. I mean, I’m almost as bad as he is, I just… He’s been through more, and he hasn’t had the chance to really live as his own person- as an adult- like I have.”

“I don’t think it’s fair to either of you for you to compare traumas. Don’t think like that.”

Suddenly, the conversation is far too tense and far more personal than it should be. Seven is at a point where he doesn’t really need to do anything but wait for a half hour to wash the bleach out of his hair, but he figures he can use it as an excuse to hang up on his overly-concerned boyfriend.

“You’re right. Well, I’m going to get off here and finish my hair! I’m pretty sure by the time it develops and everything, I’ll have to take Saeran to his weekly therapy session, so I’ve gotta haul ass.”

“Alright, then. I look forward to seeing how it turns out,” Jumin responds. Seven can hear his smile through the phone. “I love you, Saeyoung.”

“I love you, too… Jumin. Go back to bed and get some rest if you can.”

“I’ll try. Talk to you soon, then.”

Then, Jumin hangs up, leaving Seven with no one but himself and this bleached hair that he’s sure to regret.

Somehow, with enough bleach, a shit ton of toner, and probably a pound of coconut oil, Seven manages to get his hair bright white without making it fall out. Unfortunately, it leaves him with so little time that he can’t even spare half an hour to get a nap in. When he approaches Saeran’s door around 7AM, he’s exhausted and a little loopy.

He knocks, his fist lightly tapping the wood three times. No response. After a couple minutes, he knocks again. Still no response.

“Saeran, are you awake?” Seven asks, to which Saeran snaps at him.

“What do you want?”

“We need to go to your therapy appointment! C’mon, let’s go- we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes!”

“I already texted my therapist,” Seven’s stomach drops at those words. It makes sense that Saeran wants to skip after the decline he’s had over the past few days. It’s frustrating. All he wants is for Saeran to feel better and it just can’t happen fast enough. “I’m not going today.”

“What? Saeran, we talked about this! You can’t just skip therapy because you don’t feel like going- hell, the times you don’t want to go are the times you need to the most! You have to be consistent if you want to feel better,” The words are met with silence. Seven lets out a groan. Sometimes, he wishes Saeran would argue or scream or hit rather than just close himself off entirely. Part of him wants nothing more than for Saeran to take out all of the pent up sorrow and rage he’s been bottling up on him. But it doesn’t work like that, and neither does Saeran. The only thing that will make things better is time and effort, and Seven knows that. He has to be patient. “Okay, fine. Did you at least schedule a virtual appointment for today.”

“No.”

Seven frowns and holds his head in his hands. His long, shaky fingers tangle in his hair. The wavy locks are totally fried.

“Okay, did you take your meds?”

“No, now fuck off!”

“Wow, um… Sure, I guess! I’m going out for a bit,” Seven says and clears his throat. He’s embarrassed, uncomfortable, and confused. He’s tried to do everything right, but he can’t make Saeran happy by himself and it’s killing him. “Vanderwood’s here if you need anything, or if you don’t feel comfortable asking him, you can just call me. I love you!”

Seven receives no response. Dejected, he decides he’ll at least try to get out of the house. Maybe seeing Zen will lift his spirits…

Zen is working on a new movie, so Seven goes to see the actor on set whenever it’s time for his lunch break. How he gets in without clearance, none of them need to know. He knocks on the door of Zen’s large dressing room and barges in before he gets an answer. Zen, who is sitting at the vanity doing his makeup, spins around in his chair after nearly jabbing his eye out with an eyeliner pencil to face Seven with a pointed look.

“Zen!” Seven greets excitedly and stands in the doorway.

“Wow, Seven! I didn’t recognize you for a second there, uh,” Zen looks a little guilty, but that doesn’t stop him from saying the following words as he points to Seven’s hair. “Please tell me that’s a wig.”

“No, it’s not! I dyed it, remember?” Seven reminds him, just hoping that he forgot the conversation from the chatroom last night. Though, he suspects that Zen remembers and just hates how it looks. “C’mon, don’t tell me it’s that bad!”

“It’s not bad, per say… Just doesn’t work with your skin tone. I liked the red a lot better.”

At that, Seven sighs and tries to change the subject. So Zen doesn’t like his hair. With such a sudden change, and with Zen being so particular about beauty, it makes sense. So what? Surely, someone else will like it. Despite the awkward feelings of hurt and rejection that swirl around in the pit of his stomach, Seven plasters on a smile and asks Zen about his upcoming role.

That night is LOLOL night with Yoosung. Seven almost forgets that it’s happening until he’s reminded with an ‘omw’ text from Yoosung half an hour before it’s supposed to start. He panics and thinks of just canceling it, citing some fake illness or emergency, but then he remembers that Yoosung is one of the few people who can actually get Saeran out of his room. So, he sends back a simple text saying ‘okay’, sets up snacks and drinks at the coffee table, gets his PC set up in the living room, and shoots Saeran a text to let him know that Yoosung will be there.

Right around eight, Yoosung shows up. Seven answers the door and excitedly greets his good friend while leaning against the doorway.

“Hey, Yoosung, you ready for LOLOL night? I’ve got Honey Buddha chips and PHD Pepper set up at the coffee table and-!”

“Seven, what’d you do to your hair?” Yoosung asks with wide violet eyes as he reaches forward and touches one of the dry, bright white strands.

“I dyed it last night, remember? Pretty snazzy, huh? What do you think?”

“No offense, but it looks pretty weird on you! Can’t say I ever expected you to go white,” Yoosung mutters and walks past Seven and into the living room. Seven shuts and locks the door behind them, then goes with Yoosung to the living room couch. The two men sit together with Yoosung still talking about Seven’s new look as he digs his own laptop out of his school backpack. “You even did your brows! You really gotta give us a warning, man, I thought I was having an aneurysm or something when I saw you with white hair!”

“...Huh,” Seven disguises a frown with a fake smile, nothing new. He expected Zen to dislike his new hair, but Yoosung, too? It makes him anxious. If those two have already reacted so badly (i.e. clearly being taken aback and not liking it, but trying to feign that it’s not terrible even though they clearly think it is), what will Jaehee, Jumin, and Saeran say when they see it? “Well, that aside, have you made any progress on that game event yet?”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me! I…”

Yoosung opens his laptop to show Seven his progress on the event, excitedly rambling with a grin that Seven can’t help but find endearing- a grin that Saeran would find endearing, too, if he would’ve responded to Seven’s text and surfaced from his room instead of leaving the former agent on read.

Seven opens his laptop as well, and with that, LOLOL night starts- even without Saeran.

Saeran never does surface from his room for LOLOL night, much to Seven’s surprise. He figures that the younger man’s depression must be pretty bad right now, but at the very least, there’s signs that he’s alive (the occasional shuffling noise, leaving Seven’s texts on read, etc.), so Seven is relieved.

Still, he’s worried, and he misses his little brother’s face. With Yoosung’s presence not working to draw Saeran out, and with Seven’s attempts at texting Saeran or visiting his room working to draw Saeran out, he decides he’ll do the next best thing; lure Saeran out with ice cream and coffee. Having not seen the former assistant in a while anyway, Seven goes to Jaehee’s coffee shop.

When Seven opens the front door, a bell rings. Jaehee, whose hair has grown out to her shoulders, rushes to the counter. Though there are plenty of people seated in the cafe who are enjoying their drinks and sweet treats, no one is in line, so Seven approaches the register to talk to her.

“Jaehee, how are ya?” He asks, but he doesn’t get an answer- instead, he gets a comment (or a few) about his newly dyed hair.

“Oh my, Seven… You’ve dyed your hair,” Jaehee reaches out with her perfectly manicured, coffee-brown finger nails. The paint on them is glossy and covered in a light sheen of glitter clear coat. It’s clear that she wants to touch Seven’s hair, but she doesn’t, probably realizing just how impolite it is. Jaehee allows her hands to fall to her side as she continues. “I saw that you’d mentioned it in the chat room the other night, but I honestly thought it was just one of your pranks. Is that permanent dye, or…?”

“It is,” Seven nods. “I guess you’re the only one who hasn’t seen it yet, huh?”

“It’s quite… Different,” Jaehee says with a forced smile, to which Seven gasps and exclaims-

“Oh, come on, Jaehee, don’t tell me you hate it too!”

“No, no, I think you did a good job,” Jaehee frantically rushes to correct herself, even if it’s already too late. It’s obvious that she doesn’t like it, just like Zen and Yoosung. “It’ll just take some getting used to. It works for you, really.”

“...Thanks,” “Can I just get a large caramel frappe, a pint of the homemade vanilla bean ice cream, and a medium iced mocha with a breakfast sandwich to go?”

“Of course,” Jaehee nods, but doesn’t ring anything up. She turns to make the drinks, grab the breakfast sandwich from the warmer, and remove a pint of her homemade ice cream from the small freezer behind the counter. She slides everything forward to Seven with the drinks in a carrier, a smile on her face. “Here you go.”

“How much? You forgot to ring me up.”

Jaehee shakes her head.

“It’s on the house. Tell Saeran and Vanderwood that I said hello.”

“Will do,” Seven grins back and takes the items, ready to head home to his brother and former handler with the treats. “See ya later!”

Upon arriving home, Seven labels the medium iced mocha and the paper wrapper that covers the breakfast sandwich with Vanderwood’s name and a little note so he can put them in the fridge for the older man to have whenever he returns from whatever it is he’s out doing. Next, carries the pint of homemade vanilla bean ice cream and the large caramel frappe along with a spoon to Saeran’s bedroom door.

“Hey, little bro,” Seven knocks. “You holding up okay in there?”

“Don’t call me that… And I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“Saeran… I want you to be happy, but I can’t let you stay in that room forever. I’m starting to get worried about you,” Seven insists as if he isn’t already worried about Saeran when, honestly, he’s worried to death.

“I said to leave me alone!” Saeran yells back.

“Please, Saeran, it’s been days! When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Please, just talk to me… All I want to do is help…” Seven trails off, then sighs. A pit of sadness pools in the bottom of his stomach as tears fill his golden eyes. “Look, you don’t have to come all the way out, and you don’t have to let me in, but I brought you breakfast from Jaehee. I even got you your favorite coffee and something sweet so you’d eat. Just come open the door enough to grab it from me, you don’t have to do anything else. I promise.”

“And you’re not going to drag me out or try to force your way in?”

“Of course not,” Seven relents, as tempting as the idea is. “I want you to trust me.”

“Fine, give me a sec,” Seven hears some shuffling, which is followed by footsteps. The door opens and Saeran is on the other side, matching eyes bloodshot and tired, white and red hair matted, and skin pale. It looks like he’s lost a few pounds, but he’s alive, and he’s okay. Seven expects Saeran to snatch the ice cream and the coffee out of his hands, which does happen, but it’s not immediately followed by Saeran slamming the door shut. Instead, Saeran looks up at him as if he’s grown another head. “...You dyed your hair. Why? Why the fuck did you dye your hair?”

Saeran doesn’t look like he hates it, at least not immediately. He just appears curious. Seven smiles and starts to explain.

“I was getting sick of the red… Makes me look too much like Mom, y’know. It sucks hating what’s in the mirror just because of the past.”

“Okay, but why did you make it the same color as mine?” Saeran asks with narrowed eyes.

“It looked good on you- thought it’d look good on me, too,” Seven explains.

“It looks stupid. You should’ve gone pink or black or something… Would’ve suited you more.”

The words hurt more than they should. It’s just hair dye. Seven likes it, he’s liked it since he did it. But everyone else’s opinions matter to him more than they should, and his feelings are hurt, especially when Saeran slams the door shut in his face with not another word.

“...At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Seven deadpans and turns to walk down the hallway and back to his own bedroom. “Oh well.”

“Seven,” Vanderwood greets lowly. He almost walks right past Seven, at least until he stops in his tracks and stares down at the younger man with a baffled expression. “What the hell is going on with your hair?”

“Don’t even ask, Vanderwood, I’m not in the mood.”

WIth that, Seven storms off to his bedroom, so frustrated with the reactions he’s gotten to his new hair that he decides he’ll just have to cut it all off.

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That night, Jumin stays over. Seven supposes he didn’t think it through very well, but as soon as the older man fell asleep, he finds himself sneaking to the master bathroom. Leaving the door unlocked, he flicks on the lights, plugs in his electric razor, and grabs a pair of hair scissors from the drawer. He’ll have to cut off all the longer parts, then tackle what’s left with the razor. After that, he’ll wear a wig for a few weeks until it grows back red- the only color that looks good on him, apparently.

To his surprise, though, despite Jumin having an incredibly long work day, he wakes up and walks into the bathroom to lean back against the wall. Seven sees him, not because he turns around, but because the ravenette aligns perfectly with the mirror that Seven is currently using as visual aid while he holds the scissors up to the first strand he plans to cut off.

“Saeyoung,” Jumin starts, voice groggy. He’s dressed in his blue and white striped satin pajamas, fully finished with that silly pajama hat that Seven makes fun of every once in a blue moon. His dark eyes are full of sleep and his long arms are crossed over his narrow chest. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Cutting my hair.”

“Why? I thought you trimmed the ends when you dyed it last week.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you cutting it now?”

“Honestly, Jumin, I don’t want to talk about it,” Seven frowns. The thought of how everyone- Zen, Yoosung, Saeran, Vanderwood, and Jaehee- reacted to his new hairstyle, it bothers him. As used as he is to them teasing him for his weird personality and silly jokes, he doesn’t like it when his appearance is judged like this, even if they don’t mean to offend him. “Please just let me shave my hair off in peace.”

“...Saeyoung, put the scissors down for a moment and listen to me,” Jumin sighs, and Seven listens. He sets the hair scissors down on top of the bathroom counter and turns around to face his lover. “I don’t know what inner turmoil you’re going through, and I don’t know what you’re thinking right now. What I do know is you’re stressed, which is probably why you made such a big change in the first place… But I like it. I think you did an excellent job with your hair. Please, don’t cut it off just because everyone else is struggling to get used to it.”

“Jumin, everyone hates it! I’ve had multiple people tell me it looks weird or stupid since I did it, and I know they’re not wrong. At this point, I may as well just chop the shit off and start over.”

“That’s a terrible idea and you know it, because if you cut it off, tomorrow you’re going to be complaining that you’re bald,” Jumin points out, and it’s true. Even if he wears a wig for a while, he’ll hate the way he looks without it; he’s tried shaving his head a handful of times and it never looks proper because of his head shape. “It looks fine, you can’t blame everyone for struggling to adjust to it. After all, we’ve only ever seen you with bright red hair before this- minus the occasional wig. Give it a few more weeks. If you don’t like it after that, you can dye it back to what it was or dye it another color, or even shave your head if you so please. Just don’t go and make a rash decision about your appearance because things haven’t been going well lately.”

“...You’re right,” Seven admits and reaches out to unplug the electric razor. “But you should probably hide the scissors and the razor from me for at least a month. I may get tempted when you’re not here to stop me.”

“Fine. I can do that much after you fall asleep tonight.”

“Thanks.”

Seven moves to push past Jumin and go back to the bedroom to sleep with his sad, ugly white hair, only to get caught by the wrist. He looks over his shoulder and sees Jumin staring down at him with a small smile.

“Saeyoung, wait,” Jumin murmurs and leans down to press a kiss into his hair. Seven’s heart skips a beat at the gesture of affection. “I do mean what I said. You look beautiful. I love the white more than I thought I would when you told me about it over the phone.”

“Thanks, Jumin,”

“Hey, I have an idea,”

“And what would that be?”

“...Got any more of that bleach? Perhaps a makeover for me would distract the RFA from your new look.”

At that, Seven smiles and starts to dig through his bathroom cabinet for the last bottle of bleach.

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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hiii!❤️❤️lets be honest, we all thought that you would pass it:D this idea came quite unexpectedly😭 mc is most of the times a foreigner, right?? like I believe she would struggle a lot and especially at Jumin’s business parties. But it’s funny indeed when I think that Jumin would help her and teach her some words. Tbh I don’t even know what I am supposed to request based on this plot.. Could you write about mc just being a foreigner and Jumin teaching her Korean, please?

Jumin teaching a foreigner Mc korean

Hello! Noooo I didn’t believe in it, really! I actually have some problems at work and so I was praying every night I would pass to have a higher graduation…now I feel better, ahahah! But thank you so much for believeing in me! I hope you will enjoy reading this One Shot, please tell me your opinion! Have a nice day too!

Once again, you stood in the middle of the room on your own, looking around with an uneasy look on your face. You were scared, nervous, and at a total loss. Korean wasn’t your first language. You were American and so you were fluent in American English, however most guests at these parties didn’t care to speak English with you, even though they were just as good as Jumin. Your husband arrived with Jaehee behind him as he just returned from a conversation with a highly respected investor before he came closer to you. ,,What’s wrong, my wife?’’ he asked you. His English had improved a lot, ever since he was forced to talk to you in English. You, on the other hand, still didn’t do much. Even though you planned on learning Korean, you were still a mess. ,,Nothing, Jumin,’’ you mumbled back. ,,I feel odd and out of place. No one is talking to me. I think I need to study Korean some more,’’ you nodded. Jumin looked at you with a soft smile before he nodded and told you that he could either hire a teacher or teach you himself. And since he was your husband, you agreed to him teaching you Korean.

,,Can’t I study Hangul after I learned the language?’’ you asked him, unmotivated as you sat in front of him while he was trying to show you some signs. ,,I think, my love, learning both at once would be better for you,’’ he said and tried to teach you the basics again. You tried step by step once again, tried to stay focused on him and follow him during his ,,lessons’’ and indeed, you seemed to learn pretty quickly. ,,Hello, how are you?’’ you said in Korean to Jaehee when you saw her again, making the brown haired woman really happy.

You could keep up with basic conversations by now and no one, not even Jaehee, believed that Jumin was that much of a good teacher. ,,I’m telling you, he is very patient. He explained things to me two to three times and made sure that I could use them too in my daily use. He even prepared stickers all over the house to help me understand the names of different gadgets,’’ you tried to assure the others in your group, feeling more than proud to be able to say that your husband was the one helping and teaching it to you.

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14.05.2022 // 00:35 MEST

#jumin x mc #Jumin #jumin han #jumin x reader #mystic messenger jumin #zen hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim #Vanderwood #Headcanon #Mm headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #fanfiction #fanfic #mm fanfic

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graytalents · 2 years

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I’m on day 8 of my good ending route for Zen, and my heart is swelling at every interaction I have with him. Here’s a short blurb about what’s going on so far. My teeth feel like they’re rotting from how sweet he is. This is a first kiss kinda story?

An alternate ending: what if you didn’t leave the first night that you met?

“I want to stay the night with you.”

That one sentence is all he needed to make his decision. Fuck the driver that that goddamned Jumin sent. He could wait out there for the next 20 years if it meant he could stay with you a little longer.

He meets your hopeful gaze and gently smiles.

“And who am I to decline your wish?”

The both of you made your way down the stairs. Zen holding onto you as you cautiously took each step.

“God, I know I heal quickly, but my ankle still hurts a little bit,” he pouts.

After the two of you made your way back into Zen’s apartment, you partake in domestic activities. The two of you cook a relatively simple meal. It’s not that you’re not hungry, it’s that the butterflies in your stomach don’t allow for much appetite.

After eating and chatting about Zen’s past acting jobs (“You had to perform while you had food poisoning? Zen! Stop pushing yourself like that!”), Zen decided to show you his favorite film.

He gingerly made his way to the couch and collapsed into the soft cushions. You followed suit, taking care to sit a bit away from him. Yes, you were smitten, and yes, you wanted nothing more than to know exactly what he felt like. But you had only just officially met, and you didn’t want to cross any lines he may not have told you about.

Zen, on the other hand, did not appreciate this. With the arm draped over the back of the couch. He made a come-here motion and slightly frowned. He waited so long to see you, and now you were acting all shy? Understandable, of course, but he wanted you. He wanted to know everything about you, from the way that you smelled to what you thought about his cooking. Which was decent, given that he’d been cooking for himself since he was a teenager.

Slightly nervous, you made your way over to his side. He stretched out his hand and wrapped it around you shoulder, brining you in closer. He smelled woodsy and sweet, like soft forest earth and sweet red wine. There was a subtle undertone of cigarette smoke, given his habit. There were layers to his scent, just like there were layers to his persona. It was the kind of smell you could smell forever, and like something you could never forget. You knew, in that moment, that if he ever left your life, you’d never fill that void again.

“This is my favorite part,” he mentioned, his voice low and close to your ear. His voice raised goosebumps all along your neck and arms. The film was fine, but it wasn’t like you were paying attention. Your senses were in overdrive, hyper aware of the way he felt next to you, what his apartment looked like, and how he was perceiving you. The heat behind your neck that had crept up to your cheeks and ears had found a home there, as his every move flustered you.

It’s been a while since you had a crush on someone, much less been this smitten with them. Zen was everything to you right now. You had gone to sleep thinking of him, he invaded your dreams, and you had awoken to his messages and calls every morning. And now that you’re finally here … it was almost too much to handle.

His hand gently moved to your lap, where your hands were clasped together. Slowly, he made his way between them, and laced your fingers together. Your heart, if it was even possible, beat even faster.

You glanced up at him, through your eyelashes. And there he was. Beaming at you with his charismatic smile.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about you,” he began. “We’ve been talking so often for the past few days, and I just couldn’t wait to see you anymore. I’d stare at your picture before I went to sleep sometimes. Should I say that…?”

He trails off, rubbing his thumb over your hand absentmindedly, and laughs.

“Anyway, I know we’ve spoken over the phone, but I couldn’t help but wonder what you sounded like. What you really sounded like, in real life. And you’re here!”

You stare at your hands together. He doesn’t even seem to mind that your hand is ever so slightly damp, both from his body heat and from your nerves.

“Zen, I really can’t believe it either,” you reply. “When you first told me about yourself, I thought there was no way a guy like you would take interest in someone like me. You’re an actor! You have fans! This feels like a fairytale, if I’m honest.”

He chuckles, surprised. “A fairytale, huh? I love you for thinking that in my half basement apartment with shitty beer.”

You stare at him, mouth slightly ajar. Love? Love you? Surely he means it as a hyperbole, right? Maybe you’re reading too much into it, but your expression doesn’t budge, no matter how much you try.

He takes one look at your surprised reaction and quickly tries to put you at ease.

“I did say love, huh? I mean, that’s, you know? I love that particular thing about you? Ignore what I said, I don’t, um, I just uh—“

He’s taken aback as you face him and wrap your arms around him. You know this situation is odd, and you know that both of your feelings are intense. Because of this, you know it’s up to you to break the tension, and any discomfort you may have caused him.

He, in turn, is taken aback. Here you are, in all your being, comforting him. Because of his upbringing and experiences, you figured he had it all together. He had the looks, the talent, the life experience. He wasn’t just some pretty boy with the help of mommy and daddy. No, he knew what it was like to experience hardship, and he knew what it meant to work hard to realize your goals. And still, he remained kind and thoughtful. Because of this, you fell for him hard, and you fell for him fast.

“Zen…” you spoke quietly. “It’s okay. I feel the same way. Don’t worry.”

He nervously chuckles, unsure if he’s allowed to embrace you in return. “I think you should use my real name by now, no? Call me Hyun.”

“Hyun.” You let him go, and sit back on your knees, still facing him. You like the way his name feels in your mouth. “Hyun, Hyun. I really like you, Hyun.”

His cheeks and ears reddened.

“Say is again,” he mumbles. “Say my name again.”

“Hyun. Hyun. I really like you, Hyun. I think I.. I think I love you, Hyun.”

Your face was a few mere inches from his, and you were deeply looking into his eyes. You weren’t straddling his lap, nor were you standing, but somewhere in between. Your hands on the couch behind him, knees propping yourself up. His hands were chivalrously on your hips, keeping your balance. You repeated yourself.

“I… I love you, Hyun.”

And your lips met.

And there were no fireworks, and there were no cheers. You rested your body on his lap, and your hands gingerly cupped his face. It was simply you and him.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “Thank you. You’ve been my rock, and I’m grateful to have met you.”

He pulls you in for another kiss. And another. And another.

Fuck the driver, you thought, the last twinge of guilt fading away. You kissed him back, deeply, making sure to wrap your arms around his neck, and press your body closer to him. He, in turn, embraced you by the waist.

After some time, he lets you go.

“It’s getting late, you know? I’ll make sure the bed is ready, it’s been a while since I had guests.”

Before you could ask, he continues.

“I’ll stay on the couch. As much as I want you to never leave my side, I want to take it slow.”

He grins, and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Besides, even though I’m an actor, I’m a horrible liar. Someone is bound to ask where you slept tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from bragging if we did sleep together.”

You laugh, and kiss him once more.

“It’s okay! There’s always tomorrow night.”

#the ending is a bit rushed sorry #zen #mysme #zen x reader #zen fluff #hyun ryu #mystic messenger #zen fanfic #zen fanfiction #and I WILL add a read more cut I’m just on mobile rn :/

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akimbo628 · 2 years

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Despite his composed exterior, Jumin’s chest was aching like he was being attacked with each vow the couple took.

“I, Jihyun Kim, take you, MC, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward..”

Stab.

“...For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…”

Punch.

“...To love and to cherish…”

Slap.

“...Till death do us part.”

Gouge.

As Jihyun and MC said their “I do’s” and kissed for the first time as husband and wife, Jumin felt as if a part of him had withered and died. Everything felt so final.

~A fic for JuminWeek 2022 for Oct. 9th (Pragma) as well as for Mystictober 2022 for Oct. 10th (VxMC) & 13th (Wedding).~

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iselpehache · 7 months

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Three Hearts In Halves - Update!

It's been... a while. Phew. A few weeks ago, I stumbled on this fic again, I read everything I had -uploaded and yet to upload- and I decided to give it another try. I don't know if I'll finish it or not, because I can tell you it still has a long way to go, but I really like this idea and at least I wanted to make another attempt.

So, for those of you who don't know, chapters 19 and 20 have been recently uploaded to AO3. Today, I'm also uploading chapter 21 and, although I won't promise anything, I will try to upload every two weeks (or at least at a better pace, rather than a few chapters every 4 years).

As always, if you have something to say or ask, you can hit me up here as well as in AO3's comment section :) See you around!

#mystic messenger #mysmes #fanfiction #fanfic #three hearts in halves #jumin han #jumin #zen #hyun ryu #juzen #zen x oc #jumin x oc #love triangle #ot3

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siconetribal · 2 years

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Master Post

Shows/Stories I write about:

Mystic Messenger, Voltage Inc, Various Anime/Manga (that include but are not limited to Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Ouran High School Host Club) Marvel, and DC

Here is a list of all the fics that I have written thus far.

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han:

The Golden Pen

Fortune

One More Chance

Forevermore

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Yoosung Kim:

One Step Closer

Zen/Hyun Ryu:

Let Me Be Your Wings (PLEASE READ WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Rika:

Revenge

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Be My Princess 2

The Great Nut Debate

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Love Letter From Thief X

Snow Responsibility

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Seduced in the Sleepless City

Relaxing Tea

Part 1

Part 2

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Date Night

Coffee Shop

This Means War!

Dark Beauty of the Night (In Progress) AO3 / Fanfiction

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Ouran High School Host Club

A Royally unexpected Turnabout (In Progress) AO3 / Fanfiction

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Marvel

Miscellaneous:

Tower Tour for Two

Loki:

Does the Emperor Really Have No Clothes?

The Science of Worth (Completed)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Plus One

Wishing You Were Here

Cinnamon Rolls

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Jason Todd:

Safely Grounding (Please Read Warning)

You’re My Everything (Please Read Warning)

Put It on My Tab:

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 (In Progress)

#master post #story list #fanfic #fanfiction #master list #stories #index #story index

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Zen w/ a blind MC [HCS]

request(s); No one request other things than idv or dr (or arcana but?) and this a a multi blog soo Zen (mm) w a blind MC nyoom

paring(s); zen x blind!gn!reader

warning(s); reader is gender-neutral, reader is blind, cussing, celebrity scandals, twinkle of angst, fluff, talks about celebrity reputation, tokenism, cringey pick up lines, the ‘beast’, implies that zen is a bit sadistic but it depends how you read it, 99.9999% sfw other than that.

note; sorry if i wrote too much!! i haven’t written for MM in a while so i just got- way too many ideas- hh

◊ When Zen first met you, he definitely, definitely used kid gloves on you. He’d pester you a lot, if he knew you were blind, he’d automatically assume you were much less capable than you were. He’d probably neutralize himself; so if Jumin were to ever provoke him or piss him off in any way, he’d kind of push his need to smack the guy down, because he didn’t want to scare you.

◊ Furthermore, he’s usually like this with everyone new, that he likes; but with you, it’s more... intense, as he now knows that you’re blind.

◊ it’s kind of like, his big strong man instinct kicks in whenever he sees you.

◊ However those are only first impressions! I promise he improves all throughout your relationship.

◊ Later on, — when he actually gets to know you better — he finds himself getting more comfortable with you; treating you less like a blind person, and more of a... ‘friend’. But he catches himself, and tries not to— which is obviously dumb, and he should’ve just stuck with the friend thing.

◊ Zen is helpful, yes. But sometimes it’s overbearing. He would do everything for you, to the point where you don’t even need to lift a finger, because he’ll be there lifting it for you. Sure, it’s nice; but he has to see that you’re very capable, just because you’re blind doesn’t mean you’re a child.

◊ You’re going to have to tell him that sometimes, you can do things for yourself, and that he should let you do your thang, chicken wang!(sorry)

◊ he’ll be confused at first; why didn’t you want his help? But he would respect your wishes, as a gentleman should. Though it would take some time.

◊ okay let’s be honest here, Zen loves that you’re blind. He has this built-in gentleman, charmer personality voodoo crap, so seeing as how you have more trouble doing things at cause to your sigh impairment, he’d definitely feel the huge ego boost every time he helps you. He loves feeling helpful to you, so praise him— but not too much.

◊ If word got out that he was dating, of course it’d be scandalous; but if word got out that he was dating someone blind?

◊ There would be ‘good’ benefits, that would only seem good if you were shallow.

◊ Zen would get ‘points’ and people would view you as a charity case that he either started dating because he would get a good reputation for it, or because he pitied you and accepted your confession — which is funny because Zen is the one who confessed to you first(that’s another story, I’ll get to it soon.)

◊ He’s a bit of a himbo sometimes; so he wouldn’t really realize that that was what was happening. It wasn’t until a fan or a news reporter/radio host confronted him about it, had realization finally dawned on him. He would be very quick to dismiss that horrible, horrible assumption. And he’d honestly lose respect for the person he was talking to.

◊ If a fan were ever to call you a charity case, he’d definitely get mad. To assume he would start dating you for his reputation...? That’s kind of... fucked up.

◊ If you asked him about it, he would definitely get upset, and honestly a little heart-broken. To assume that he would do something like that... he finds himself doubting if he was a good enough boyfriend.

◊ So let me paint a scenario and hand you the angst.

— Since you would probably have to use Voice-over for your phone, I think something that could happen as a result of it is, as you scroll through websites and articles about Zen through your phone, the phone voices over every single title. And one catches your attention, unfortunately, it also catches Zen’s.

“Zen’s charity case of a partner, S/o-“ he would hear it from the other room, despite it being extremely fast to almost not be able to. E heard, and he would immediately go to you, following the direction of the sound.

He’d find you with your phone off, eerily silent as you waited for him to speak, having been notified by his heavy footsteps. “S/o...” he’d soften his voice and make his way to you, gently seating himself opposite to where you sat, softly yet urgently grabbing your hand as he was afraid you’d storm off, or get mad.

“I swear I would never think that of you. Believe me, okay? Not those stupid articles, half the stuff they say is all made-up— I swear, they act more than me- Mph!?“ he’s all for drama and movies, but this was real life. You were real. And both of your feelings were real too. He rambled on, and before he could finish his rant, you already had your lips on his; to his surprise, and pleasure.

“... I- I know. Thank you, Zen.”

◊ okay but imagine the embarrassment when you turn on Voice-over and Zen sends you this, just, extremely cheesy line and everyone around you could hear it. The fucking humiliation, dude, I feel for you.

— “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Bec-“ with a face flushed a dark red for reasons more than one, you frantically tried to lower the volume. “N- no! Stop, phone stop!” You’d probably ‘accidentally’ destroy one of your phones just to save yourself from the sheer embarrassment.

◊ If Zen were ever to leave the country for a global concert, there would be tons of calls— so many to the point it was like he never left. You would hear his voice through the phone, and it would feel like he was there... though it’s still different.

◊ Something Zen likes to do, that probably irritates you, is scare the shit out of you and sneak up behind you. The fucker would scoop you up from behind, laughing as you shrieked from the top of your lungs. You insist that it’s sadistic, and he— he agrees, with a very, uh, strange look in his eyes.

◊ Zen can be very playful, so as soon as he comes back from a shoot; no matter how tired and exhausted he is, he is always willing to hug you with all the force he has, and it makes you wonder— how? How is this man still so strong after hours of working?

◊ You don’t seem to get the chance to ask as he stuffs your face into his chest, tightly wrapping his arms around the middle of your back, so you can’t escape. He wouldn’t hug too long though, because he needs to keep the beast calm; or so he says.

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zensjagi · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zen | Hyun Ryu/Reader, Zen | Hyun Ryu/Main Character, Zen/Reader, Zen | Hyun Ryu & Reader, Zen | Hyun Ryu & Main Character Characters: Zen, Zen | Hyun Ryu, You, Reader, Main Character (Mystic Messenger), Plus Sized Reader - Character Additional Tags: Body Image, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxiety Summary:

You're worried that you're not good enough for Zen... he strongly disagrees.

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i wrote another thing, oops... im outta control folks....

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Mc calling her bf/gf as husband/wife.

(Jumin, Zen, Jaehee and You)

It turned out to be way too short then expected. :/

Jumin

• You saw this challenge on tiktok, and thought this was a great idea to get your boyfriend, Jumin's opinion about you and him being together in marriage.

• And it was an exciting imagination of you, where he was just bewildered at the word.

• Your plan got to work when you texted your friend, asking to call you and help you pretend your life with your 'husband'.

•Your phone rang, while you were in the same room as Jumin.

"Hey! how are you doing?!.... Yes, I'm with my husband right now. Yea, he's doing some office work."

Your phone was suddenly gone from your hand, and while you were comprehending the situation, looking around for your phone, you heard Jumin speak. "I'm sorry, but me and my wife have some urgent matters to attend to. Also, it would be better if you can come to the church and witness our holy ceremony." Your cheeks flamed red while you heard your 'husband' inviting your best friend to your sudden wedding.

He handed you your phone and pulled you up into his arms, as whispered softly into your ears, "I love you, wife."

Zen

• It happened when Zen and you were out on a date. You both decided to take your car since Zen's bike didn't seem like a good idea.

• After getting him agreed for greasy food, you pulled up to a McDonald's drive-thru. You decided, it's better if you spoke your order, else you'll be getting nothing but salads.

• "What can I get you, ma'am?"

• "Medium fries, oreo frappe and.." you turned back to glance at him before turning around. "salad for my husband."

• You turned the car towards the direction of your apartment, and looked at his stiff form, eyes glued straight. Looking at his porcelain skin, you could mistake him for a doll.

• Did you make a mistake? Perhaps you rushed it?

• "I cannot, at all, wait to call you my wife, beautiful." He turned to look at you, the look on his face confirmed you're both in this happily forever.

Jaehee

• You and Jaehee were currently sitting with the RFA, having a lovely christmas dinner with your friends, who were currently busy bickering.

• You received a call from your best friend, asking you to visit her on year end with Jaehee.

• "Yeah, me and my wife Jaehee will be there. Yeah. Mhmm.." you felt the people at the dinner table go silent. You immediately hung up, keeping the phone in your bag and gulped, feeling all those gazes on you.

• "W-what happened?" You asked, turning to look at Jaehee. Your eyes widened at her blushed face, and how she was turning her gaze away from you shyly.

• "I'll BE THE PRIEST!" Seven yelled, slapping on Zen's back who was busy comprehending the situation. Jumin nodded his head, agreeing on Seven's offer while Yoosung complained about being jealous.

• You turned towards Jaehee, pulling his head up by her chin, and leaning in to a loving kiss.

• "I love you, MC"

• "I love you too, Jaehee."

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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Shy

Hyun Ryu does not lack confidence.

What he lacks is bravery, he thinks as you stand next to him an arm casually slung over his shoulder as you hold a bottle of water in your hand. The two of you are on set, chatting back and forth while getting ready to go home for the night after a long day of filming. You’re a new member of the RFA, someone he recruited after the two of you started working together for this musical movie- he tells himself that he recruited you because you would be an asset to the organization, but deep down, he knows he did it to stay close to you even after the movie is released, because he fell for you the moment he first laid his ruby red eyes on you.

Every time you walk into the same room as him, log into the chatroom, or call him, he feels like he’s going crazy. His heart slams in his chest, his lungs seem to stop working, and his mind turns to mush, so while any other guy would stop and stare at you, he can’t help but look away- even now, as you excitedly ramble on about how excited you are for tomorrow’s filming while the two of you walk to your dressing room together, he finds himself staring at the floor and overthinking just how warm your arm over the back of his neck feels.

You two tumble into the dressing room, and you unabashedly start changing into your regular clothes right in front of him, so he turns the other way and finds that his entire face is flushed.

He’s not usually so shy and withdrawn- that’s what frustrates him the most, because why is he able to flirt and talk away with anyone but you? Why do you make him so scared that he can't breathe when you’re near him? Why is it that, every time he thinks he’s ready to make a move, you make him freeze? Every time it happens, he grows more and more upset with himself. When he thinks about you now, he just wants to run and hide somewhere.

You’re kind, and you’re outgoing, but you don’t throw yourself at him like he’s used to, so he doesn’t know quite how to receive you- doesn’t know quite what would happen if he ever mustered the courage to tell you the truth. Zen wishes he didn’t know the word ‘rejection’. Aside from his parents and his brother rejecting him and his interests when he was younger, he’s never had to deal with it- he’s always had the privilege of being attractive, of being loved without having to try for it, of being the one that everyone else has to make the first move on. The thought of him trying to pursue you instead of the other way around like he’s used to makes him lose his mind every time he thinks about it.

You finish changing, then take Zen by the hand and pull him out of the room, still chatting about the script and that day’s filming the entire way out of the building and to his motorcycle. He’s used to driving you to and from just about everywhere now- you say you have car problems, he offers to fix them or at least pay for them to be fixed, you deny his offer and say that you’ve been enjoying the time with him, and he wonders if you ever really had car problems in the first place or if it’s just an elaborate excuse to be his number one passenger. Zen decides not to ask.

The two of you put your helmets on and get on the motorcycle with Zen driving up front and you sitting right behind him. He isn’t sure what’s more exhilarating- your arms around his waist and your legs brushing against his legs or the whipping wind that blows his long hair in a million different directions and ripples through his protective clothing.

When the two of you get to your place, he parks in the lot and allows you to get off, but then you remove your helmet, look at Zen, and smile- that bright, beautiful smile that makes him feel so lost in time- and it takes everything in him not to freak out as he fights the butterflies that flutter in his stomach. It’s apparent that you don’t have so much as a clue of what you do to him, but at the same time, it almost feels like you’re doing it on purpose; killing him as slowly as possible.

Boom, boom.

Badump, badump, badump.

Zen’s heart is slamming against his chest so loud and fast that he wonders if you can hear it. You stare at him, clearly picking up on his emotional turbulence.

“(y/n), I…” Zen trails off, suddenly feeling incredibly shy underneath your curious gaze. There are a million words he could say right now, and he’s rehearsed in his head so many times how to do this, even practicing his confession in front of the mirror, but his tongue is stumbling in his mouth. “Um…”

“What is it, Zen?” You question, tilting your head.

Zen decides that now might be a good time to finally confess- you’re asking what’s on his mind, the two of you had a perfect day together at work, the rest of the RFA seems to love you, and you’re just… Incredible. As shy as you make him feel, he realizes it’s not worth the risk of letting you slip between his fingers to save him from embarrassment. He reminds himself that the worst he’ll get is a ‘no’ and that things will probably return to normal after that.

“(y/n)... This may be a little too forward, and maybe you don’t feel the same- which is totally fine, by the way- but I love you… And not just in the friendly way. I mean, ugh, I’m usually not so bad with words, but do you wanna go out?”

“I love you, too. We should definitely go on a date soon,” You say it like it’s easy, and Zen feels like he’s flying, but then you look him in the eye and it has him falling from the sky and back down to earth. “Zen, you okay?”

“Am I okay? I’m great,” The actor says, then gets up from his bike to wrap his arms around your smaller body. “Please, can I kiss you now?”

“I’d be sad if you didn’t,” you answer, then your lips are on his, and Zen suddenly doesn’t feel as shy as he did just half an hour ago.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #hyun ryu #mysme zen #mysmes #mysmes zen #drabble #drabbles #oneshot #oneshots #fluff

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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OMG OMG OMG REQUESTS ARE OPENNN

okay okay, I don't know if you did this before, but, can you do RFA + V + Saeran with an MC who had a motorcycle accident? or RFA + V + Saeran with an MC who wants to ride on motorcycle with them

(you can choose what request to make from these two ^^ )

RFA + Minor Duo with a MC who had a motorcycle accident

Hello there! I‘m a big fan of things being exciting so I guessed I would mix it up a bit! For Zen‘s part, there’s already a One Shot about Mc having an accident so his is a bit different! But I will hope you will enjoy it!!

Ps.: Go here for Zen’s One Shot!!

Trigger Warnings: Mention of accidents, hospitals, blood, near death experience, amnesia

Jumin

,,My love, are you sure that after having three hours of driving class your skills are enough for you to drive around?’’ Jumin asked you while he nervously observed you climbing on top of the red motorcycle he just bought you.

You wanted to feel free, drive, make your hair flip over and feel the wind hitting your skin.

He was afraid when you first told him your wish, but he would never forbid you from doing anything so he made sure to buy everything: classes, a helmet, a motorcycle…

But your bravery was just too much for him to take.

His heart was beating so crazy it was almost choking him, hurting him.

He was panicking, but he knew that he had to stay calm so that you could be just as free as you wanted to be.

,,Jumin, don’t worry. You’re just too scared. I did well, he said it himself. Besides, I won’t drive quickly or on any dangerous streets. Just ten minutes,’’ you smiled.

He heard what you said and he stepped away.

He let you go, despite his guts screaming.

Ten minutes passed. Ten minutes and twenty seconds, thirty…. one minute more.

Time passed and you weren’t coming back.

Jumin had sweaty hands ever since you started the motorcycle and the fear he felt wasn’t improving.

A sudden call shocked him. His world was falling apart when he heard the ringing of his phone and his soul left his body when he saw your injuries once he arrived at the hospital.

A car didn’t see you and crashed into you on your way home.

Your head was bloody, bandages over your body, and the beeping machines were preventing Jumin from falling asleep.

,,No matter what injury, as long as you wake up, Mc…I will be happy with everything…Just wake up,’’ he begged, in tears.

Those tears didn’t stop even after you opened your eyes and apologized for being late.

Zen

,,Are you sure that you can teach me how to drive yours?’’ you laughed when he tried to explain the basics.

,,Yes, of course, Princess. Don’t you see how good I look in my teacher’s uniform?’’ he asked you. his smile was blinding you.

Zen poked his lenses - the one he put on to look like one - and looked especially good in his green sweater.

,,First of all, the symbols, for -’’ you laughed and cut him off. ,,Excuse me, Mr Teacher, but I do know the street symbols. I do drive a car after all,’’ you smirked.

,,Lady, do not cut me off while I teach you something,’’ he joked as he approached you and grabbed your chin, sweetly kissing you before he showed you how to climb on the motorcycle and start the engine.

,,This here,’’ he said, moving his hand and showing you something, ,,are the brakes. In my opinion, really important,’’ he smiled, looking deeply into your eyes.

He was worried and you knew it.

He told you more than once that he was scared that you would hurt yourself and that something would happen.

But he also knew what you meant when you described to him the feeling you had while driving with him and that you wanted to feel it for yourself for once.

,,We need to practice turning. If you turn too quickly, you could hurt yourself badly…I will show you how I do it and how I learned it in my driving lessons…and then…I don’t know…I am scared that you would hurt yourself…’’ he repeated.

However, he was surprised that you managed to do so well.

Just, when you practiced stopping and almost fell over, his heart stopped.

You weren’t hurt and nothing happened to be honest.

He was just startled because of the sudden movement.

But this was enough for you to beg to get off and enjoy the last few hours with him, resting and cuddling.

And he didn’t fail, thank God, or else he thought he would die because of his heart stopping.

Yoosung

,,You know, I think biker men are really hot,’’ you suddenly said while Yoosung was cooking you dinner, his shirt dirty with some spirits of the food he was cooking when his eyes suddenly turned around to see yours.

,,Am I….not cool enough for you?’’ your husband asked you and you guessed that you just hurt his feelings.

You quickly tried to deny what you just said and told him, better said, you tried to explain to him that you just read a book about biker boys.

A sexy love story.

With this, Yoosung was at first at ease, even though it left a bitter feeling.

But ever since you read your book, you were more and more interested in driving a motorcycle.

At the same time, without you knowing, Yoosung tried his best to get informed about how to become a cool biker boy. He, being madly in love with you, wanted to satisfy your needs and so, both of you actually found out that you would like to try it out.

Both of you quickly talked to each other and managed to get on the same page, read through books since you guys loved to be informed of things you liked and watched a lot of videos on YouTube to understand how to handle a bike.

It took you both a while, but you also quickly joined a motorcycle club and came to love the new freedom you gathered.

Jaehee

,,Again, I have to pay a bill again because I wrongly parked the car,’’ you groaned angrily.

The issue was that your car was too big to fit in little places where you had to quickly halt to bring coffee or cake to your customer who ordered from home.

This made you do a lot of things you actually weren’t allowed to do and in the end you always had to pay your own bills.

Jaehee always felt sorry for you because she knew how stressful the whole situation was for you.

One day however, you had THE idea:

,,You want to drive a motorcycle, to bring takeaways?’’ she asked you when you finally told her your idea.

She was almost hyped up herself - except for the fact that neither of you knew how to drive one.

,,Yes! And I will study and join a club, talk to people who drive one, and join driving classes! I think this will be much better than now, like, everyone in the city uses one!’’ you told her, sure of your idea.

And this actually made Jaehee sure of your own idea, agreeing with you.

You had even less time and honestly Jaehee had the feeling that your new hobby, because this happened, to make you feel so much better about yourself than before, took a lot of time from you and made her feel lonely.

But when you finally were able to drive one, the first thing you did was take her on a date and drive to a place where no one could have reached with a car, making her see the best sight ever.

Saeyoung

His eyes were closed as he held your hand to his forehead.

He was praying. He didn't know to whom he was praying, but he hoped that anyone would listen to his prayers and help you.

To let you live, make you stay alive.

He saw it, the sight of your crash, the head which hit the hard cement, the screeching sound of the motorcycle and the metallic smell.

The impact.

He was how you lost balance, perhaps you were too quick, you also could have been too slow. Whatever the problem was, something made you fall over and you somehow got into an accident right in front of his eyes.

You got hurt, you fell, and closed your eyes.

Saeyoung by now was crying, begging, sobbing for your awakening.

The RFA behind him was useless. No one could help you or support him.

,,Saeyoung…’’ you groaned, suddenly, making his body shiver, his eyes immediately on you, his hand still holding yours.

,,I think my motorcycle is broken and needs new wires,’’ you groaned as a headache was haunting you.

,,I will never ever let you on one again if you scare me this badly…how could you try to leave me here alone? I would die here without you…’’

Saeran

It was a week after you had your license, a week after you were allowed to drive a motorcycle, and a week after you bought your own, made you the happiest as you were begging him to drive with you for a long time.

It was a week ever since Saeran congratulated you on your license and a week since he had an odd feeling.

And finally, it happened.

His worst nightmare, the worst thing that could happen happened.

Not only was his twin in danger, his life threatened.

Not only was Saeran abused by his mother and drugged by a person who raised him.

No, the universe almost killed you when you got into an accident.

The paramedics told him that they didn’t know how you survived.

They were surprised by your will and Saeran was touched by the beeping sounds that showed him in the hospital that not everything was lost.

But knowing that you almost died because of something you really wished to do, made him feel sick.

He almost lost you and you almost left him.

The worst thing about the accident was the fact that you could have amnesia.

Perhaps for a short time, maybe longer.

But after Saeran saw how you were connected to the machines and almost died, he changed his whole point of view: as long as you would live, happy and sound, without any injuries, he would even be willing to let go of you.

Of course he would feel even worse, but ever since he feared your death, being someone who was once in your life would be better than you dying, that was for sure.

But Saeran still didn’t know that his worst case worries would never become real…

Jihyun

Just around your birthday, you mentioned your new love for motorcycles, your interest in them, and the hope of driving one one day.

Jihyun was of course a good listener, but also rather hesitant about this topic.

Hoping you would actually quickly stop talking about it, Jihyun tried not to say anything about your new love, but of course this wasn’t the key to communication and a good relationship so one day, he dared to share his thoughts with you.

,,I don’t think you should ride one,’’ he said, hesitant about his words.

It was in the evening, Lucy was asleep, both of you were on the couch, and you were watching something about motorcycles.

You looked at him and tried to understand what he was trying to tell you, as well as what he actually meant.

,,When Zen had his accident…imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t there that time? What if something like that happens to you? What will I do? Lucy needs you, I need you…I love you and I wouldn’t want to lose you.

The two years we were apart was already hard for me, despite us not knowing each other for that long.

Having to be a lifetime apart from you…Mc, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,’’ he said, meaning everything.

He honestly shared his thoughts.

However, you weren't that sure about it.

,,Accidents can happen anywhere at any time. I understand what you mean and what you want to tell me, but I also think that you should give me the chance to at least try once,’’ you said, approaching him.

Jihyun still didn’t like the situation, but both of you knew how to handle it and were working on it.

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#hyun ryu #mysme #mystic messenger #mm zen #zen mystic messenger #mysme zen #zen mysme #fanfic #fanfiction #for my fic #adore me

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 3 years

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Happy Birthday

Zen x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Usage of 'fem' pet names ex: Beautiful, darling and calling the reader lovely looking

Summary: Going to the beach with Zen (Based on his 2021 birthday screen)

Author's note: A little something for Zen's birthday! I came up with this in April and never really had a chance to finish this in time. (Has anyone seen the birthday screen for him? God the art is so pretty)(Also little dialogue in this I'm sorry I got too into making it all aesthetic)

-Mod Kenma

You woke up with the sun rising. You went to bed earlier than Zen, who was focused on a new script. You sat up and stretched before turning to look at your white-haired boyfriend. He was sound asleep, an arm lazily draped over your waist. You smiled softly. It was a rare occurrence to wake up before him. He was always so busy. You checked your phone quickly before officially getting out of bed. One specific notification caught your eye. It was a calendar notification, stating it was Zen's birthday. You smiled widely before hopping out of bed. You quietly rushed to the kitchen, getting ready to make breakfast.

You made pancakes, trying your best to make them look as cute as possible. You decorated it with fruits and bacon pieces. "I hope he likes it," you muttered to yourself, getting the mugs for coffee ready. You hummed as you grabbed the creamer and silently waited. You grabbed the tray and plated all of the food. You walked into the room and gently placed the food on his nightstand. You bent down to kiss his cheek, playing with his hair. "Happy birthday~" You whispered, peppering kisses onto his face. He groaned, lazily rubbing his eyes. He rolled over to face you, yawning before officially looking at you. "Good morning, beautiful." You blushed. Even though you two had been together for a hot minute, it was still embarrassing to hear him call you beautiful when you still had bedhead and were in your pj's. "I made you breakfast." You said, sitting next to him and grabbed the tray.

You smiled as he took a photo of the breakfast, glad that he seemed to enjoy how cute it was. "Thank you, darling." You grabbed your cup of coffee and watched him dig in, sneaking bites here in there. You two shared a few pancakes and bacon, feeding each other fruit. You got up to open the blinds and checked your phone again. You were glad that it was early so you two could spend some time together. "What would you like to do today?" You asked, brushing some of your hair out of your face. Zen finished his coffee and left a coffee-laced kiss on your cheek. You watched as he stretched and got out of bed. "Anything with you." Zen took the tray and went to the kitchen, you trailing behind him. You offered to wash the dishes but your boyfriend refused to let you. You sat on a counter and watched Zen wash the dishes. You hummed a tune from one of his musicals and played with the ends of his hair.

After washing the dishes, Zen picked you up and took you to the bathroom. You two brushed your teeth and did your skincare routine in comfortable silence. "You never answered my question." You said, turning towards him. You stuck your tongue out playfully, smiling. "Ah! Well, we should go for a ride." Your eyes lit up, excitedly. You loved riding on Zen's motorcycle. It was such a thrilling thing to do. You went through your closet and picked out a comfortable outfit, preferring something lightweight and flowy over something fit and on the formal side of things. Zen followed your lead, putting on a plain white t-shirt and some ripped jeans. You matched your cardigan with your cream bottoms before grabbing your white shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror before smiling.

"You look so lovely," Zen said, tugging on his leather jacket. You gave him a small twirl and laughed. His hair was decorated with a beautiful baby blue ribbon. He pulled another ribbon of the same color and tied it around your neck, like a choker. You blushed, finding the sensuality of the ribbon flattering. You looked back in the mirror before slipping on your shoes. Zen took your hand and led you out of the house. You grabbed the spare helmet from the garage (that Zen let you put stickers on) and put it on. You let Zen help you onto his bike and started his bike.

The ride has always been something you considered breathtaking. You enjoyed the wind hitting your skin. It felt freeing. You liked looking at the cars passing by and the slowly growing blue sky, notifying you that the two of you were now getting near the sea. You closed your eyes and let the warmth of Zen's back relax you.

When you two reached the sea, you were able to take off your helmet. You ran your fingers through your hair and returned to looking for a parking space with Zen. Once you two found one, you hopped off the bike and followed your lovely boyfriend to the pier. The weather was perfect. It was indeed a little windy but not enough to cause discomfort. And besides, it wasn't like you two were going to go in the water anyways.

You and Zen walked hand in hand, taking in the salty sea air. You two watched fishermen, talking to them and hearing their stories. You even had the opportunity to fish a little. Zen, of course, was able to catch one. "Of course you caught one. You're good at everything." You teased, watching Zen release the fish back into the sea. "Well someone as perfect as me has to be good at everything." He responded, just as playful. You two continued to walk down the pier, reaching the fish and chips shop at the end.

You ordered just regular fish while Zen ordered tilapia. You two sat and watched the sun dance on the waves, enjoying the sounds of nature. When your food got there, Zen made sure your order was correct. He always did this. His excuse was 'if you got something you didn't order, that wouldn't be fair. you should get what you wanted'. You always admired him for looking out for you. He was as selfless as he was talented. You both dug into your food, talking about how good it was and how this restaurant was a place you two just had to take Jaehee to.

After eating, you two decided to go to the shore and look for any interesting rocks or shells. There weren't as many as you would have hoped but you did find perfect skipping stones. You and Zen tried your best to skip said stones but the waves wouldn't let the two of you go far. A few shells were found but they looked to be old homes of crabs.

Soon, the sun started to set. You two were walking along the shoreline, shoes off, feet in the sand. The waves tickled your ankles, bringing you seaweed and other small goodies. "I'm glad we got to spend this time together." You whispered, leaning onto Zen. "We're always so busy, only having time to relax when we're either getting up or going to sleep. I like spending time with you like this." You said, smiling softly. Zen looked at you, his eyes full of love and admiration for you. "I like spending time like this too."

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“You look better in my clothes” for zen please 🥺

“Oh, my God.”

As MC stepped out of the fitting room, she looked to Zen eagerly for some sort of validation, some sort of compliment, some sort of affirmation.

Instead his lip curled up into a smug grin and he laughed, “You look like Jaehee.”

MC pouted and stomped her foot, and she could feel an intense heat rise to her cheeks. “I thought this would be appropriate!” she explained. “I want to make a good impression.”

Zen chuckled and rose up from his seat outside the fitting rooms in the department store. “It may be a C&R function,” he said as his eyes scanned her up and down, “but that doesn’t mean you have to dress like a robot. It’s a party! Even that trust fund kid can’t be that stuck-up....” He reached over and undid the top button on her blouse, exposing her collarbones. “That’s an improvement.”

“Zen!” MC gasped, and hurriedly she redid the button. “I still can’t believe I’m even going to this party. I want to make sure I dress appropriately.” Apparently, C&R was hosting a gala filled with businessmen and women from around the world, with guests from various industries. Therefore, she wasn’t surprised when Jaehee informed them that she and Jumin would be absent for the entire weekend.

However, she never expected Jumin to extend an invitation to her to join them.

“Many of these guests were at the last RFA party,” he informed her. “As the party coordinator, you should build rapport with them to help influence them to come to our next party.”

Maybe schmoozing with high-society folks was easy for him, but for an average person like MC...

The thought was hopelessly nervewracking.

“You seriously do look like Jaehee in that suit, though,” Zen commented again. “Let’s try a dress next, shall we?”

MC looked down at her blazer and skirt and couldn’t help but agree with him. She wanted to be formal, but she also wanted to show that she wasn’t afraid to enjoy herself. With a small smirk on her face, MC reached up to the bridge of her nose and pretended to push up her glasses. “Mr. Han.” She adjusted her voice to try to imitate Jaehee’s. “May I please advise you to refrain from starting any more cat-related businesses. I would like to be able to enjoy a night in for once, so that I can watch Zen’s latest DVD.”

Zen immediately broke out laughing, clutching his gut with one hand and covering his mouth with the other in an attempt to muffle his outburst. “Ohh, that’s rich,” he wheezed as he tried to regain his composure. “That doesn’t fit you at all, princess. Let’s find something better.”

~~~

MC stepped out of the fitting room again, this time adorned in a white sundress with pink and purple flowers lining the hem of the skirt. “Well?” she asked.

“Super cute!” Zen exclaimed, and he clapped his hands together. “You should definitely wear this on our next date.”

“Focus, Zen,” MC chided him gently. “I need an outfit for a gala.”

“Right, right,” Zen muttered, waving his hand dismissively. “Honestly, this looks more appropriate for a picnic than for Mr. Silver Spoon’s party. I could find you a matching sunhat--”

“Hyun,” MC began, and a shiver ran down the young man’s spine as his girlfriend uttered his real name. “Focus.”

Zen dipped his head and took a step back. “The master of beauty will lend you a hand,” he assured her. “I’ll go find the perfect dress for the occasion. Hang tight.”

~~~

“Knock knock?”

MC’s head perked up as she heard a familiar voice from the other side of the door. “Zen?” she called, and she cracked the door open a smidge.

A familiar pale hand snuck in through the opening, holding out a dress. “Try this,” he encouraged her.

MC carefully pried the dress from his grip, and her mouth gaped open as she looked over the garment that Zen had picked out for her. A floor-length, wine-colored, one-shoulder gown. It looked classy yet bold. Elegant but fun. The single strap holding up the shoulder showed that she was a bit flashy, but the length showed that she was mature, too.

Eagerly she slipped off her clothes and stepped into the dress. Up, up, she lifted it, and she could hear Zen humming outside her door. He must have been proud of his selection, judging from the cheerful tone of the song.

Finally she stepped out of the dressing room, and Zen’s song ended in a sharp whistle. “You’re stunning,” he breathed.

“I... really like this dress,” MC murmured. “You did an amazing job.” She spun around gleefully, giggling as the silky skirt spun about her.

Then suddenly she felt a rush of air whip her legs.

Curiously she stopped spinning, and she turned to look at herself in the mirror. “Zen, did you...” she murmured, “know about this?”

A slit ran up the right side of the dress, exposing most of her leg and going all the way up to her mid-thigh.

Judging from the guilty glimmer in his eye, he knew.

Judging from the flustered flush on his face, he still wasn’t prepared.

“Take that off right now,” he muttered in a low growl. “We’re finding a different dress. Before my beast comes out.”

~~~

MC couldn’t shake her sense of disappointment as she exited the store with her boyfriend, empty-handed. “We didn’t find anything,” she murmured sorrowfully. “I have no idea what I’ll wear.”

“Cheer up, babe,” Zen tried to reassure her, giving her a pat on the back.

“I’ll do my best-- oh!” The young woman gasped as they left the protective cover of the building. “It’s raining,” she whined. “Look, Zen. The sky is crying for me.”

Zen rolled his eyes and gave her hand a squeeze. “I may be the actor, but you’re the dramatic one,” he teased. “Here, it’s cold out. Let me give you my jacket.” He slid out of his large white jacket, and MC obediently stuck her arms out so that he could pull it over her body.

“It’s huge on me,” she laughed, flapping her arms up and down. “Look, I’m like a marshmallow. Zen?” She lifted an eyebrow at him. Almost as soon as she had put the jacket on, a deep crimson had blossomed onto his porcelain cheeks. “You okay?”

Zen tugged at the collar of his shirt and turned away, trying to hide just how flustered he was. “You know,” he mumbled, “I thought you looked good in everything today. But... I think...

You look better in my clothes.”

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