#jaehee fanfiction

[torotauri]

Not Only You and Me, Everybody Loves Three (18+) | Jaehee, Jihan, Zoa [WEEEKLY]

Warning Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

3432 Words

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You were currently at the WEEEKLY dorm, invited over by Jaehee. You didn't know what it was but if Jaehee said you need to be over, you weren't going to ask twice. The two of you have been fucking around for a while now so when she asked you to go over, you were sure that it was going to involve some kind of fun for the both of you.

As you knocked on the door, you saw Jaehee opening the door excited to see you.

"Oppa, you are here. Come let's go to my room" Jaehee pulled you excitedly.

"Impatient aren't we today?" You teased Jaehee as you followed her to her room.

Once Jaehee opened the door, you saw someone else already sat on the bed. It was Zoa, the maknae of WEEEKLY. You were not sure why she was there, but you felt like she was going to cockblock you today.

"Oh hey Zoa, why are you here?" you asked, trying to think of something to get her away.

"Oppa, Zoa is here with us today. She said she had something she wanted to learn about for a while now" Jaehee said excitedly.

"What is it?" you questioned, not getting what Jaehee was saying exactly.

"Zoa wants to learn something that only you can teach her" Jaehee said whilst smirking at you.

You clicked immediately, this time knowing what Jaehee meant. You smiled immediately, knowing that Zoa was not here to cockblock you but here to make your day even better.

"So, it's not only you and me today?" you asked Jaehee?

"You'll see, come here Zoa" Jaehee smirked as she closed the door and pulled your pants down slowly.

Your cock sprung out as Jaehee pulled down your pants, and Jaehee quickly kissed your cock, all over the length trying to get it hard with Zoa watching what Jaehee was doing to your cock.

Once your shaft was hardend, Jaehee stopped stroking and kissing your cock and looked over at Zoa who was stood next to her and looking at what the older girl was doing.

"So now that his cock is hard, you would want to suck it. Get on your knees and watch closely" Jaehee instructed Zoa as both of the girls are now on their knees face right in front of your cock.

With that Jaehee opened her lips and started sucking your cock with Zoa just next to her, enjoying the sight. You were also enjoying this situation, enjoying the feel of Jaehee's lips around your cock, slurping and coating your shaft with saliva.

"You seeing this Zoa?" Jaehee mumbled out asking Zoa with her mouth filled with cock.

Zoa nods as she continue watch Jaehee take your cock in her mouth like it was a popsicle, you moaned out softly as you feel Jaehee hit all the right spots holding back and trying your best to think about something but blowing your load down Jaehee's throat this early.

Suddenly, Jaehee released your cock with a pop which caused you to whine a little bit.

"Now your turn Zoa" Jaehee said as she moved to the side.

Zoa then adjusted her position before taking your cock into her mouth, her warm wet mouth now wrapping your hard and spit covered shaft.

"Good now start moving your head" Jaehee instructed Zoa.

Zoa did as she was told, bobbing her head up and down your shaft slowly. It wasn't as pleasurable as it was when Jaehee was doing it, but you can still feel a little bit of pleasure. It was a little bit bland, but you can't really argue as it was the first time Zoa tried sucking cock. After all, it wasn't an easy skill to master.

"Try doing it faster and use your tongue a little bit" Jaehee instructed.

As Jaehee said that, Zoa picked up the pace of her blowjob and started to swirl her tongue around your shaft giving you a lot more pleasure than she was giving you before. Slurping sounds filled the room and slowly, your pleasure was building up. Together with Jaehee's professional sucking previously and what Zoa was doing now, you were slowly brought towards the edge. It felt great, despite this was Zoa's first time at sucking cock, she was hitting all the right spots as you moaned out whilst Zoa was on her knees sucking you off.

"Fuck keep going, you'll make me cum eventually" you moaned out feeling your orgasm slowly but steadily building up.

"No not so fast, you still need to show Zoa how to really pleasure a man" Jaehee said as Zoa stopped her blowjob and released your cock from her mouth.

You knew what was going to come next.

"Zoa get onto the bed" you instructed Zoa.

Zoa followed your instructions as she lied on the bed but as you were about to spread her legs open and fuck her, Jaehee stopped you.

"I think Zoa would like to learn whilst watching first" Jaehee said as she lied next to Zoa and spread her legs.

Taking the cue, you moved over to Jaehee and aligned your wet cock towards Jaehee's pussy.

With one motion you entered Jaehee's pussy, as you slide your cock into her pussy you both moan out in pleasure and you began fucking Jaehee's wet vagina.

"Fuck yes, s-show Z-Zoa what a vagina is made to do" Jaehee moaned out as you thrust your hips, you cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Jaehee always felt wet for you and it was amazing to be inside her, you started off fucking her slowly but began to start ploughing into her at a rapid pace as you felt her walls get wetter and wetter. The lubricant from the blowjob earlier certainly helped you with that.

"Zoa do you want to have a go?" you cheekily asked Zoa as you saw the younger girl watch you destroy Jaehee's vagina.

Zoa nodded as you pulled out of Jaehee which caused Jaehee to whine, but you didn't care, you can't just let Zoa watch you fuck Jaehee.

"Yah why did you pull out" Jaehee whined out feeling hollow.

"I think Zoa learns best via experiential learning" you said as you lined up your cock towards Zoa.

Zoa didn't know what to expect, she never did this before. As much as she wanted to do this, she was scared as she watched your cock so close to her pussy.

"Is it going to hurt?" Zoa asked nervously.

"It'll hurt a little bit but it'll feel good very soon. Trust me Zoa, I won't hurt you" you reassured her as you slid into Zoa's pussy slowly.

After hearing that, Zoa relaxed a little bit and felt you slowly and steadily slide your cock inside her slowly. She let out a moan from the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling as she felt something enter her pussy for the first time.

Zoa was tight, very tight, but wet enough for you to slip in. As much as you wanted to go absolutely hammer her, you need to take it slow and let her adjust to your cock. You stayed inside Zoa a for a little bit for her to get used to having something inside her vagina.

"F-fuck that hurt a little bit but I think you can move now" Zoa said.

As you moved deeper, you felt something before seeing some blood trickle down your shaft. You knew what it was and you immediately leant down kissed Zoa to make her think of something other than the pain. Once you saw the painful look on Zoa's face was replaced by a pleasure look, you knew you got the green light to go mental on Zoa.

One hard thrust, you shoved the whole length into Zoa's pussy causing her to scream and moan out loud.

"FUCK" Zoa yelled as she felt you push all the way into her vagina.

As you continued to fuck Zoa, she continued to moan very loudly. Zoa was very tight, which meant you need to put more effort into thrusting in and out of her, using harder thrusts than normal giving Zoa's pussy more pleasure making the younger girl a moaning mess.

Zoa was a moaning mess underneath you, as you both make eye contact you forgotten that Jaehee was next to the two of you. You only remembered that Jaehee was there as she moved on top of Zoa and sat on her face.

"Eat my pussy Zoa" Jaehee instructed as she sat on Zoa's face, blocking your view of looking at the pretty moaning mess underneath you as you continued to fuck Zoa in missionary position.

As Zoa stuck her tongue into Jaehee's wet pussy, the moans in the room echoed and it was like music to your ears. Two girls moaning whilst your cock is getting wrapped by Zoa's tight pussy. Surely the whole house could hear what was going on now.

"Unnie, Zoa, I'm back" Jihan announced as she opened the apartment door.

However, she didn't get a response. All she heard was some noises coming from Jaehee's bedroom. Not knowing what was happening, Jihan decided to go and check it out.

When Jihan opened the door, she immediately froze. She can't believe what she was seeing. A man's back fucking Zoa whilst Jaehee on top of Zoa both moaning and Jaehee's eyes rolled backwards just as she was about to cum.

"F-fu-fuck Zoa you're so good at eating pussy. I'm gonna cc-cu-cummmmm" Jaehee moaned out as Zoa continued to eat her out

Just as Jaehee came, you caught a glimpse of someone stood at the door behind you so you looked behind and you saw Jihan just stood there staring at the three of you.

"CUMMINGGGGGGG" Jaehee announced as you pulled out of Zoa after spotting Jihan.

"Yah, oppa what are you doing, OH MY GOD JIHANIE LET ME EXPLAIN" Zoa said in shock as the three of you now know what just happened.

Jihan had caught the three of you in the act. There was no way you could get out of this situation. However, in your mind you had another idea.

"Jihan let me explain" you said "do you want to join us" you asked as Jihan got even more shocked before.

Despite feeling shocked, deep down Jihan was a little bit disappointed that you guys didn't invite her when whatever happened started and instead having to catch you all like this. Jihan just stood there hearing the offer, didn't move. Not knowing how to respond.

You decided to take the initiation and walked towards Jihan. Approaching you, you started by grabbing her waist and starting to kiss her cheeks. Jihan was giving in, she couldn't resist what you were doing. Your touch was magical, you knew how to get Jihan into the mood, there was something special, a special secret between the two of you that nobody knows, and your touch got Jihan very horny. She needed this and there was no point fighting it.

Knowing Jihan needed this as much as you wanted her to join, you slowly stripped Jihan down revealing her matching white bra and panties. As you stripped Jihan completely, Jaehee and Zoa were already in bed waiting.

"Everybody loves three I guess" you mumbled to yourself.

"Jihan ah, join us here, we're trying to make Zoa cum on his cock" Jaehee said to Jihan as Jihan made her way towards the bed.

Following Jihan, you made your way back to bed as you lied down this time.

"Zoa, come ride my cock, it's time you learn something new" you instructed Zoa as she made her way crouching on top of your hard cock.

"Slowly drop your puss down and line it up with my cock now" you instructed Zoa.

Zoa didn't get it in the first try, but with a little bit of help from Jaehee and Jihan, you were once again inside Zoa's tight pussy. With this new position, Zoa's pussy felt easier to manoeuvre but it was her controlling the pace and every time she dropped herself down on your cock, Zoa moaned out loud.

She wasn't doing that well but it wasn't a problem as you thrusted up matching her rhythm. Zoa moaned out louder as your balls hit her flesh. The only noise you can hear now was Zoa's moaning and the clapping noise that was created by yourself and Zoa.

However, Jihan had other ideas, ideas to make the room even noisier. Jihan got on top of you, with her pussy hovering above your face before completing sitting on your face, using her pussy to suffocate you. You had no choice but to stick your tongue into her hole, giving it a good lick before starting to eat her out.

Now Jihan and Zoa were both moaning thanks to you. Not wanting to feel left out, Jaehee then moved towards Jihan and started guiding Jihan's fingers towards her pussy, not that you saw anything. All you could see was Jihan's pussy.

The room was completely filled with moans at this point. Jaehee moaning from Jihan fingering her pussy, Jihan moaning as she was getting eaten out by you and Zoa moaning from your cock fucking your tight pussy.

It didn't take a very long while before you felt Zoa's tight pussy get even tighter as her moans was getting out of control. Simultaneously, Jaehee's moans were getting louder as well as she was shoving Jihan's fingers in and out of her pussy furiously. You knew what this meant, two girls were now very close to their orgasm.

Suddenly, you felt Zoa's pussy clamp right around your cock and it made movement in and out of it very difficult as Zoa slammed straight down onto your crotch one last time, she let out a very loud moan, releasing a substance that coated your cock.

"OH G-GOD O-O-O-AHHHHHHH" Zoa moaned out as she reached her peak.

Zoa's orgasm took over her as she moaned and her body shuddered violently for a few seconds. As you pulled out of Zoa and lifted her up your body, the movement caused her very sensitive pussy to make her body shudder again, aftershocks of her strong orgasm.

Coming down from her high, Zoa then laid down onto the bed panting and trying to recover herself. Jaehee, seeing this opportunity got up and climbed onto the bed on all fours giving you a sign.

"Now it's my turn to cum on this cock" Jaehee said as she wiggled her butt, practically inviting you to fuck her.

Taking the invitation immediately, you lined yourself up, gave Jaehee's butt a slap and shoved your cock back into Jaehee's pussy.

In comparison, Jaehee wasn't as tight as Zoa, but it doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. Jaehee's pussy was a different type of pleasure, it was wet, meaning that you have a lot more play on the pace of fucking her. Using Jaehee's wetness to your advantage, you went to town on Jaehee's pussy, fucking her at a furious pace.

"Yah what about me" Jihan said as she got to a very tired Zoa trying to get some action.

You were too focused on fucking Jaehee to realise that Zoa has regained some of her energy and decided to indulge into a 69 with Jihan, the two younger girls eating out each other on the other side of the bed.

As the two younger girls continue to eat each other out entertaining themselves, you continued to fuck Jaehee,

Jaehee's pussy soon felt wetter and tighter and her breathing and moaning started to get out of control. You can feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter as each thrust goes by, but you didn't care, you we're destined to bring Jaehee over the edge and make her cum.

"Fuck don't s-stop, k-kee-keep going" Jaehee moaned up.

You didn't stop, you just kept going at your rhythm until eventually Jaehee's pussy clenched and wrapped around your cock tightly. With that Jaehee let out a very loud moan.

"Cummingggggggg ahhhhhhhhh" Jaehee moaned out.

You stopped, just letting your cock rest inside Jaehee as her orgasm took over. Jaehee shook violently and her pussy clenched around your cock tightly as Jaehee breahted heavily, trying to recover from her orgasm. Once her orgasm has died down you slipped out of her pussy and Jaehee lied face down immediately onto the bed and rolled over.

Jihan then swiftly took over the spot that Jaehee was fucked, and spread her legs in front of you.

"It's my turn now" Jihan said as you leaned down towards her.

"Which hole today my slut" you whispered very quietly not wanting the other two girls to know your secret.

"Let's just do my pussy now, it's too risky" Jihan whispered very quietly into your ear.

With that you aligned your cock towards Jihan's bushy vagine and thrusted into Jihan's pussy. Jihan was also tight, almost as tight as Zoa, but smaller meaning not all of your length can go it. It was hitting Jihan very deep and her moans certainly reflects it.

"F-fuck yes r-right there" Jihan moaned out as you fucked her.

You furiously fucked Jihan, hitting all the spots inside her tight and shallow pussy. You were desperate to cum, but you didn't want to do it before Jihan did.

However, with Jaehee and Zoa's blowjob earlier and fucking two girls before with a very tight pussy from Zoa, you were struggling to hold out. Very soon after fucking Jihan, you were feeling yourself getting ready to release.

"Oh my god I'm going to cum soon" you announced.

"N-not so-so fast" Jihan moaned.

Hearing that you were going to cum soon, Jaehee and Zoa regained their energy and got up trying to join whilst you were getting ready for your finale.

As much as you wanted to unload inside Jihan, it was unfair for Jaehee and Zoa who did most of the work, they need some attention as well, so reluctantly you pulled out of Jihan.

"Yah, why" Jihan whined as you pulled out of her.

"Get on your knees" you instructed the three girls and they do as you instructed.

Now Zoa was in the centre whilst Jaehee and Jihan was beside the youngest girl. Immediately after getting into position, Jaehee and Jihan each took your cock on each side, riding their lips up and down your length whilst Zoa was just on her knees waiting.

"Zoa come kiss and lick the tip" you told Zoa as Zoa leaned forward.

With all three girls using their mouth to pleasure your cock, you were slowly building up to your peak, it wasn't the most efficient way, but you were certainly getting there as you looked down at three pretty girls on their knees.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum soon" you announced to the girls

As you feel yourself getting very close you waved their mouths away from your cock and starting stroking yourself. Their hard work was done, now you need to push yourself off the edge as you stroked your cock furiously. The three girls on their knees waiting for your grand finale.

"Fuck oh-god there it is fuc-fuck" you moaned out as you finally stroked yourself to finish.

Shot after shot of thick white cum was fired out from your cock. The first few shots landed strongly onto Zoa's face before you started to aim towards the left shooting some onto Jaehee's face before aiming the final few weaker shot at Jihan's face.

The three girls on their knees was covered in cum, mostly Zoa as she was the lucky girl to catch the first and strongest shots of cum with her face. Not happy with their amount Jaehee and Jihan started licking Zoa's face collecting the cum before Jaehee started scooping some onto her fingers and put it inside Zoa's mouth.

"Zoa now learn how to taste cum" Jaehee told Zoa as Zoa licked Jaehee's finger clean

The three girls continued kissing each other for a while before all your cum was swallowed and their faces licked clean by each other.

"Oh my god, I need to shower now" Zoa said after Jaehee and Jihan licked her face clean from cum.

"Me too" Jaehee said as the two girls walked towards the shower.

Jihan then took this opportunity to stand up and get next to you whispering into your ears.

"You know daddy, I didn't cum yet" Jihan whispered into your ears......

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 7-- Chatroom/Bomb

You share some concerns about the special security system with Seven and Jaehee (648 words) 

[New Chatroom] What the fuck is going on? 

MC: Heyyyy  MC: Defender of justice! MC: 707!  MC: I summon thee! [707 has entered the chatroom] 707: You called?  707: [heart eyes emoji]  MC: Hahahahahaha  MC: There is MC: Something very wrong? 

707: Oh god 707: It’s not another cockroach, is it? 707: I wish I knew how 707: But I can’t kill them remotely 707: [shuddering emoji] 707: I asked V to call the exterminator since he’s the owner of the apartment 707: But he didn’t see my text MC: No, it’s nothing like that…  [Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom] Jaehee Kang: MC, is everything alright? Jaehee Kang: I saw the name you gave to the chatroom. MC: Ha ha ha MC: So I was just chilling in the apartment MC: Emailing god as one does Jaehee Kang: … Of course. 707: Do you think he’ll come to the party?  MC: When this weird voice came on the loudspeakers Jaehee Kang: The apartment has… loudspeakers?  MC: That’s what I said! MC: But apparently yes, Rika’s apartment has loudspeakers MC: Who knew MC: Anyway the voice was like  707: [shuddering emoji]  MC: The special security system has been de-ack-ack-ack  707: ack ack ack? Jaehee Kang: This is serious! Jaehee Kang: [angry emoji]  MC: And I don’t know  MC: I take that to mean that the special security system has been deactivated MC: And I wanted to log in and ask you, Seven MC: Why you de-ack-ack-acked my security 707: When did it say that? MC: A minute ago? Jaehee Kang: But Luciel Jaehee Kang: Aren’t you the only person who has access to the  Jaehee Kang: Special security system?  Jaehee Kang: So shouldn’t you already know when it happened? MC: Also more importantly MC: What is the special security system?  707: [shuddering emoji]  707: I have to check something 707: MC, don’t move from where you are. MC: Don’t do what now?  [707 has left the chatroom] MC: Well, that’s not a good sign. Jaehee Kang: I’m starting to get worried Jaehee Kang: Luciel didn’t explain what the special security system was Jaehee Kang: I wonder if he knows what’s going on.  Jaehee Kang: It’s so hard to tell when he’s joking around like that. MC: Well MC: Either way MC: I want you to know that I’m adopting de-ack-ack-ack as a new vocal stim Jaehee Kang: I guess I can’t stop you Jaehee Kang: But MC… I hope you’re safe [707 has entered the chatroom] 707: Crisis averted! 707: Fear not, oh fair MC! Jaehee Kang: Explain what’s going on right now! Jaehee Kang: [angry emoji] 707: Um 707: Well  707: A meanie-weanie hacker MC: a wHO????  707: May have got control of a teenie-weenie bomb? MC: a wHAT????  Jaehee Kang: [Angry emoji] Jaehee Kang: Luciel Jaehee Kang: Talk normally. MC: It’s cool. I got the gist. Jaehee Kang: I admire your ability to stay so calm under so much pressure MC: Thank you! 707: I’m sorry!  707: But the problem is fixed now~! Jaehee Kang: You got rid of the bomb?  707: Not exactly 707: But I don’t think you’re in danger anymore. Jaehee Kang: Get rid of the bomb! MC: Wait if it’s at V’s house then isn’t it V’s bomb? Jaehee Kang: It is a BOMB MC: We can’t just get rid of his stuff like that MC: Without even asking 707: Exactly!  707: MC gets it. Jaehee Kang: I’m calling V right now. Jaehee Kang: MC, you should pack your things Jaehee Kang: You can stay with me Jaehee Kang: We’ll watch musicals and drink lattes Jaehee Kang: RATHER THAN LIVING WITH A BOMB!!!!! [Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom] MC: Wow you know what MC: I think Jaehee is onto something  MC: That does sound way better than living with a bomb MC: See ya later, Seven! [MC has left the chatroom]

[dragonroses]

Title: I'll Save You (1/9 chapters, ongoing)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Relationships: 707 | Choi Luciel/MC, Kang Jaehee & MC, Zen | Ryu Hyun & MC, Kim Yoosung & MC, Han Jumin & MC, V | Kim Jihyun & MC, Choi Saeran & MC

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship/Love, Platonic Relationships, PTSD, Cults, Kidnapping, Drugs, Emotional Abuse (because Rika)

Summary: What if you could save the entirety of the RFA in a single route?

Or, in which MC saves them all (except one)

Chapter one snippet - Jaehee's chapter:

Diligent, hard-working Jaehee also possesses a kind soul and fearful heart. Societal pressures have left their mark, ensuring Jaehee drives herself into the ground by wasting away at C&R, so you step in to lend your support.  ft. header by me

Read it here: first chapter

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

[itoshily]

hear me out,

what are your opinions if i start writing hc’s of the mystic messenger characters?? i get hooked onto this game EVERY summer (and die over Jumin Han)

[ my apologies for being highly inactive, i’ve been extra busy with work and assignments i absolutely have been off the grid on all socials (￣^￣)ゞ ]

[nowayimdie]

Mystic Hotel Messenger ( Hazbin Hotel x Mystic Messenger) Masterlist

Started: 20/3/2024

Last update: 08/5/2024

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Origin

Chapter 2: Redemption Inn

Chapter 3: The Gospel

Given information about Mystic Messenger

Some information about the Main Characters

Chapter 4: The Unholy Trinity Reigns

Chapter 5: Grace at the Door

○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…(￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....\^o^/(●ˇ∀ˇ●)(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[nonmurdery]

MORONIC EYES

suit saeran + reader | oneshot

summary: reader deals with the aftermath of saeran’s bad ending 2.

author’s note: hello! this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr. i recently got back into mystic messenger thanks to @cvhenia and fell hopelessly back in love with these pixel arrangements. i’m already thinking of writing a pt.2 for this.

trigger warnings: verbal abuse, starvation, suicidal thoughts

word count: 1,482

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This is Reader’s doing. Isn’t it? At least, that’s what Saeran’s been telling them for the past forty-nine days. Forty-nine days. That's how long he has spent delighting in their misery. It's been fifty-eight days since their arrival to Mint Eye, nearly two months.

“…Ugh. I suppose you’ve earned something to eat, moron.” He sauntered over to the single pedestal table in the middle of their room. Along with the black vase with its assortment of flowers, there was a platter of sandwiches. Two pale pink wingback chairs flanked the table, one with a decorative square pillow. Reader has grown weary of the shade; that same pink occupied their blanket and pillowcases. They bit back any comments about how it sickened them—it made sense that Saeran would change their ivory walls and curtains to pink in order to torment them further.

They were sitting on their knees, on the mattress where they spent most of their days. Reader toyed with the hem of their dress, the same dress Saeran kept them in. Once, they might’ve thought the flower patterns and vine embroidery across the blackness of the smooth fabric was beautiful. Now, the dress was a tragedy.

At least Saeran dressed in the same well-tailored suit that hugged his body. Reader redirected their attention to the rain lashing the windows. They imagined hanging out in it with old friends. A ghost of a smile graced their lips imagining the scene: Yoosung slipping in a puddle and dragging Saeyoung down with him, Jaehee suppressing laughter, Zen’s mocking smirk, and Jumin hiding away under an umbrella.

It's difficult to picture what they're doing right now. Hopefully not locked away in a tower like the Brothers Grimm’s Rapunzel with her long, gold tresses.

They imagined Zen to be the one clad in prince’s attire and chanting: “Reader, Reader, let down your hair!” from below. He'd make a great fairy tale prince. They pictured him beaming at their comparison.

With the rain, Reader’s mind became flooded with thoughts of their kind-hearted Ray. They'd kiss him as rain beat down on the two. Reader regretted not kissing them harder in the secluded garden. Their daydreams went up in smoke with the loud click of Saeran's tongue.

“Are you deaf? Or do you just lack the brain cells to understand me?” Saeran's mouth slid into a lopsided grin.

Reader's eyes roved freely over his figure. He lifted a brow and moved into one of the seats, his movements perfectly feline. Saeran picked up one of the little finger sandwiches off its silver platter and bit into it, chewing slowly. “See? it’s not poisonous.” Not that I'd waste poison on you, he failed to add.

They’ve trusted him before, only to get their gifts ripped from them. Reader didn’t remember when they started thinking of food as a gift … Maybe when it became a rare delicacy. Saeran’s cruelty seemingly knew no bounds. They only wondered when he'd get a partner to spite them. They’ve lost a dangerous amount of weight in their time at mint eye. Reader has started to lose other things, too.

Small things, mostly. Such as autonomy, freedom, access to daily showers, and the RFA. But that doesn’t mean they haven’t lost great things—take afternoon walks and cold lemonade in the summertime for example.

“Ask: ‘Saeran, may I please eat lunch with you?’”

When they went to speak, their tongue felt leaden. Despite this they asked: “Saeran, may I please eat lunch with you?”

Reader’s voice cracked right in the middle of their sentence.

That fiendish smile on his moon-white face grew. “You may, Reader.” He watched as they reluctantly left their spot on the mattress and sat in the other chair.

Saeran’s minty blue eyes filled with amusement. He propped his cheek with a spare hand and his snow-white hair shifted, the frosted pink edges falling over one eye. It was difficult to imagine him with crimson hair and honey-colored eyes like his twin, Saeyoung. They gingerly reached for one of the small sandwiches and picked it up. Seconds later, they wolfed down the entire thing, going in for seconds.

“You’re such a hog.” He made a face. “I’d kill you if you weren’t fun to break.”

“I wish you'd do it. Get it over with.” Their eyes spoke what their lips refused to.

He can pretend to have power all he wants; Reader knows the truth. Saeran is equally weak, if not weaker. He’s under Savior’s control, just like everyone else in Mint Eye. That’s what made it difficult to completely hate him. Reader justified his wrongdoings because of his trauma. Their bodies are bony, skeletal, with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. The main difference between the two of them was the smell. Saeran smelled like his floral lotions while Reader’s scent consisted of sour breath and sweat.

Saeran saw the flickering embers within their eyes, the remaining fight from their lost inferno. He wanted them to snap and say something without his permission. Reader is only a shell of their former being. They’ve lost nearly all hope of being rescued by the RFA. If Saeran sought further control, he’d need to reevaluate his plan. His harsh words elicited no more tears from the faucet in their eyes.

Did that mean their affection for Ray has gone down the drain so soon? They stopped fighting for him. Saeran expected them to burn brighter. To Reader’s satisfaction, he found himself painfully disappointed in them.

“Dull as dishwater,” he mumbled under his breath.

It's not like they're silent without reason. Saeran commanded them to only say “yes” to him. Yet there isn't anything worth talking about anyway. They lowered their eyelids, watching the sandwiches as if they'd grow legs and crawl off the platter.

“I’ll be back.” Saeran’s bottom lip caught between his teeth on his way out of the room.

They let loose a sigh of relief when the door clicked behind him. Reader placed a hand over their chest in an attempt to calm their thundering heart. They gobbled up the rest of the sandwiches, not sparing a crumb. If they kept this up, Saeran’s ought to get bored of them.

“Now,” Reader moved to the door when he surely left, twisting the knob.

When it didn’t open, they tried opening up the windows. This became something of a daily routine. Reader held a sliver of confidence that he’d forget to lock them in. Everybody makes mistakes. They've made a whopping amount of them. Enough to completely change their life in a number of days.

If only there was a reset button for this.

Even with one, they didn't trust themselves enough to not fall in love with Ray again and do this over again. Love had proven itself to be a destructive force.

“Oh, come on … There must be something.” They chewed on one of their jagged fingernails, contemplating their next decision.

Their attention turned to the vase on the table. Angrily, they scooped it up in their frail arms. Either it's heavier than it looks, or Reader has lost their strength. They walked over the light gray rug that sprawled across the floor and hurled the vase at their window.

Except they missed their shot. The vase slipped from their hands and crushed a foot beneath it. Tears rushed to their eyes from the pain as they let out a screech in response. Reader grabbed their foot and watched as water and flowers poured from the intact vase.

Why hadn't they thought to drink the water? Plant fertilizers are mildly poisonous, but it's better than nothing at all. Burning tears trailed down their cheeks. They took a sharp breath inward and threw themselves on the bed, landing on their back with their legs dangling off the side.

They sniveled as the tears gathered in their ears. Watching the brown chandelier overhead had also become a part of their daily routine. It reminded them of the parties they used to host. Reader interlaced their fingers and settled them on their belly.

Unknowingly, they melted into the void. A dreamless sleep with nothing beyond darkness. They've compared rest like this to death itself. It made death seem … Easy. Easier. Relaxing. Worth it; Saeran couldn't bathe in their sorrow if they were dead.

He never specified when he'd be back. But Reader saw no more of him for the night. Maybe he did show up with dinner for them, only leaving upon the discovery of their rest. No, that wasn't like him.

When their moronic eyes opened, they took in the expanse of their bedroom. Their temples throbbed from another migraine. Sunlight seeped in through the windows, casting a soft glow on the planes of Reader's face. How long had they slept? Was it the next day or a catnap later? Only one thing was for certain—

They were alive.

[jaeheeweek22]

✨☕️ The Jaehee Week 2022 Schedule is Here!

Hello! And, finally, welcome to…. Jaehee Week 2022! ✨💛

A creation event to celebrate Jaehee Kang’s birthday that will take place the least week of December, with every day having a new prompt.

Here is the schedule for this year!

The theme is “A word + a quote.” You can choose to create something based on both, or only one of them, or combine if you wish. The goal here is to inspire creativity!

Here’s a list of the prompts, for your convenience:

day 1 (25/12): mistletoe - “all my heart longs for, fulfill” [Immortal Aphrodite, Sappho]

day 2 (26/12): honey - “I cannot deny myself any longer.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

day 3 (27/12): arabica - “open your life, open your hands.” [I Don’t Want To Live A Small Life, Mary Oliver]

day 4 (28/12): cupcake - “love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says I love you.” [Maya Angelou]

day 5 (29/12): film - “the lights go off and that’s when I know you.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

day 6 (30/12): dance - “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.” [Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Aliré Saenz]

day 7 (31/12): ring - “under the water, I know of a timeless place.” [Una Llum Tímida, Andrea Puig & Africa Alonso Bada]

Any and all creations are allowed! Whether it’s fanart, fanfiction, graphics… so long as it has Jaehee as the main focus, everything is welcome. Go crazy go wild!

Please, tag your creations with #JaeheeWeek22 as well as the day, so for example, #JHW01, #JHW02.. etc. If you post on ao3, please use this tags too.

You don’t have to submit everything in the day. It’s okay to post a couple days late, this event is just for fun! So, don’t stress about it.

…And that’s everything. If you have any questions, please send an ask, and we’ll be happy to reply.

Hope everyone has fun during this week, and happy early birthday, Jaehee Kang 💛✨

[erimeows]

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.

~~~

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.

[kangjaehee]

you know, more confidently.

In their Christmas Eve lunch, Chaeyoung debates if she should kiss Jaehee under the msitletoe.

for @jaeheeweek22  day 1 - mistletoe.

title: you know, mroe confidently

pairing: jaehee/main character (CMC: Min Chaeyoung)

rating: general

word count: 2965

tags: christmas fluff, a little bit of internalized homophobia, the mcjaehee matching jewerly agenda

CHRISTMAS EVE WAS IN FULL SWING, and Chaeyoung had to admit, she was feeling more festive this season than she’d had in a while. 

Perhaps the ongoing Holiday promos at the café had something to do with it. She had spent her entire week huddled in the kitchen with Lily, baking order after order of cakes and cookies. At this point, she was dreaming of gingerbread and elf hats and Santa and reindeers. The movie sessions with Jaehee, she thought, were another addition. 

Perhaps Jaehee was the biggest change from last year’s Christmas to this one, she thought. Back then, it would’ve been hard for her to imagine she’d be spending her holiday season sleeping over at Jaehee’s house more than once a week, cuddling and watching their favorite Christmas movies, baking their favorite things in the morning, stealing kisses between it all. 

They had started dating recently– it’d be a month soon– and every single romantic Christmas song had acquired a new meaning. She dedicated every single one she heard to Jaehee, as well as every Christmas movie, every little moment. This was their season, their month: they had confessed to each other on a cold night the first of December, and all of their kisses tasted of peppermint and cocoa. 

Work had wrapped up for the day– only a half day before their Christmas break for people to wrap up orders– and now they were headed for lunch at one of their favorite restaurants. This would be one of their first ever actual dates, not counting the many nights they’d already spent at each other’s houses. It made Chaeyoung giddy. With enthusiasm, she closed everything on the café, even taking Jaehee’s hand as she closed the door like she was picking her up from her house, an instance that made them both giggle. 

They drove, gossiping about the chatroom and the people of the café and whatever would happen tonight when Jaehee went to dinner with Chaeyoung’s family, an instance they were both nervous for but looked forward to. Jaehee’s fingers found Chaeyoung’s in stoplights, and they laced their fingers together, and Chaeyoung would look up and smile until Jaehee dis that shy little laugh that always gave Chaeyoung butterflies. 

This was really quite the feeling. They felt like a real couple now that they were doing couple stuff, going to lunch dates after work for quality time like the grown women in their mid-twenties that they were. Chaeyoung found it hard to describe, but she quite liked it. 

The place was not too crowded– an elegant Italian restaurant in a culinary district of Seoul, and a decently popular date night spot, though Chaeyoung figured, to their luck, that most couples would choose to go out at night. This was good, they’d get their food faster. 

“I think we should try the pizzas this time around…” Jaehee mused as they approached the place. “I have heard great things about them.”

“I wanted to do that, as well,” Chaeyoung said. “How about a margarita?”

The frown Jaehee gave her was sudden and comical. “I believe it’s a little… early for such a drink, Chaeyoung.”

Chaeyoung snorted. “I mean the pizza. It is way too early to have margaritas… I was thinking something like wine would be better for now…”

Jaehee scoffed, the ghost of a smile on her lips. “I still believe it is a bit too early for any drinks at all… I’d rather not be drunk at midday.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you get drunk with half a bottle…” Chaeyoung cocked an eyebrow. 

Jaehee’s eyebrows were on her hairline. “Alright, rude.” When Chaeyoung laughed, more irritated, she said, “Okay, first of all, I am not that lightweight. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Baby,” Chaeyoung looked down at her, softening her approach. “Are you going to forget Wednesday’s events?”

“Oh, please, Chaeyoung, that was Pinot Blanc…” she scoffed, an indignant frown on her face. “I was bound to get at least tipsy.”

“You were much more than tipsy, let me tell you…”

“Alright…” she said. “I suppose I could use some wine… it’s Christmas, after all. But I will go light.”

Chaeyoung nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She wondered, silently, if tonight would be any similar to Wednesday… She figured not. Jaehee would’ve learned her lesson after that quite… revealing and eventful evening in the chatroom. She would not want to repeat it again, though Chaeyoung would be amused. 

They had finally arrived at the entrance, having parked a few blocks away. “There’s a mistletoe…” Jaehee said. 

Chaeyoung looked at the door. There was one indeed, hanging right above it. “Would you look at that, there is one…” she said, thinking of how many kisses had been shared under it this season. The waiters would surely be amused by them, just as she was with every kiss at the door of their café. 

Jaehee didn’t move, so Chaeyoung decided to, going ahead and opening the door for her girlfriend, who regarded her with a somewhat dumbfounded look. 

“Go ahead, my darling,” she said with a playful tone, and Jaehee gave her a little smile and stepped inside, without meeting her eyes. 

It was only when Chaeyoung had closed the door and they were walking to their table that Chaetoung realized her grave, grave mistake. 

Oh. Her face was suddenly as red as her hair. 

She did not talk at all once they sat down, to embarrassed with herself to even get a good look at Jaehee. Sometimes, Chaeyoung could be very stupid. She knew this. She was keenly aware of this character flaw, evidenced by the many times Jaehee had, though also without knowing it, flirted with her, and that she had not caught. “Women have to be much more careful when approaching other women…” She had attributed that quote to anything but a romantic intent– misplaced misogyny, the emotional carefulness women were known for that men usually lacked, literally whatever except attraction, until she thought about it months ago, when she was starting to realize her feelings for Jaehee. 

Well, at least now she was slightly faster at picking up the clues. A couple seconds later in comparison to a couple months was quite the development, wasn’t it…?

“We’ll be having the medium margarita with a chardonnay, please,” Jaehee said once the waitress had come to take their order. Chaeyoung ordered water for herself, and the waitress was off. 

“I didn’t know what to get your mother for Christmas…” Jaehee said after a while, and Chaeyoung understood that they were dropping the matter of earlier. “I got her a perfume… I hope she enjoys floral scents.”

“I don’t think they allow that at the hospital, but her perfumes are usually… light and sweet.” Chaeyoung said. It was funny, actually, how well Jaehee seemed to get along with her mother. She had met her when the café opened, and ever since Chuseok, they seemed to have hit it off quite well. Sometimes Jaehee and her would casually talk on the phone about matters that had nothing to do with her. 

Chaeyoung was, all in all, happy to see it, although she did find it confusing, as anyone probably would. She treated Jaehee like a friend and sometimes like her own daughter… which was probably why Jaehee leaned onto her. Chaeyoung knew of her turbulent history with older female figures after her own mother’s death and, with that in mind, was happy to see her have this. And perhaps it might make the revelation of her relationship– and of her own self– easier, when the time came to do it. 

The wine arrived, the waitress pouring it on their glasses. Although they were very much in a casual setting, neither of them bothering to dress up for the occasion, Jaehee still looked very elegant with the browns and golds of the restaurant behind them, her cream turtleneck, the red wine, her slightly pinkened cheeks. 

Chaeyoung had an idea, and raised her glass. “A toast,” she said. Jaehee, with a cute, eye-smile grin, did the same. “To us.” 

“To this… blissful and beautiful new beginning,” she said, “And to many more Christmases together.”

They clinked their glasses and Chaeyoung found herself reveling in this moment, the normalcy of it, the cliché of being a couple lunching together on Christmas, toasting their relationship over a glass of Chardonnay. She wanted to have many more of these moments: couple trips, dinner dates, strolls along the bay, shopping for an apartment and furniture for it. 

It brought her this calm, peaceful happiness to think about it. She was never the sort for clichés, never desired a romance that looked like everyone else’s. Never was the black tie date night, white dress bride sort. With Minhyuk, they had wanted to do love their own way, craft their own version of romance and see what that looked like. But with Jaehee, she was eager to do love the way everyone else had done it, because it would still be irrevocably theirs. 

Shuffling on Jaehee’s purse took her out of her thoughts. Carefully, she pulled out a small box. “I wanted to give you your present…” she said, honey eyes regarding her earnestly, and holding out the small blue box. 

“Oh my goodness…” Chaeyoung was grinning widely when she took the box. She recognized the store, and knew it was not a cheap one. “This is…” 

“Open it,” she said, playfully in a way where Chaeyoung couldn’t help but indulge her. 

With as much care as Jaehee pulled the box out, she opened it to reveal a rather dainty rose gold necklace, with a pink stone etched in a frame that looked kind of like a sun. Chaeyoung couldn’t help but gasp lightly, drawing her fingers through the stone. “Jaehee, this is gorgeous…”

She couldn’t say it fit her jewelry style, as she preferred thicker chains and bracelets, but she could not deny its beauty. Aesthetics be damned, she wanted to wear it forever, simply because Jaehee had gotten it for her.

“It’s a rose quartz,” Jaehee explained. Her cheeks were a similar shade of pink. “Associated with tenderness, comfort, and joy. I figured it was the appropriate stone to represent who you are to me.”

Chaeyoung had a giddy, lovestruck grin on her face, and if they weren’t in the middle of a restaurant, she would pull Jaehee in to kiss her right now. This woman and her attention to detail always touched a very special part of her: the way she made sure everything had a place, a meaning, an intention. She left no stone unturned, and it marveled Chaetoung, making her heart smile every time. 

“And.. lift it up,” Jaehee said, so Chaeyoung lifted the little foam piece. There was another necklace identical to it. “It’s a set of two…” Jaehee said. “I don’t know if I should have consulted you about this, but I wanted to–” She huffed, the way she always did when she was flustered. “I wanted us to have something… that– bonded us, if you will, and I’ve always liked the idea of matching pieces.”

Chaeoung’s smile wasn’t going away anytime soon, and now she was closer and closer every second to damning the restaurant and just going over to Jaehee and kissing her. “No, I love it,” she said. “That way, I’ll always carry you with me… it’s adorable.”

Jaehee was now smiling like a fool as well, turning away just slightly, as if she didn’t want Chaeyoung to see. This woman was too cute in every single way a person could be cute. She was going to make Chaeyoung melt one day. 

“Will you help me put it on?” she asked, having taken out the necklace. “I’ll help you with yours.” It only felt right. 

Jaehee nodded and got up, and Chaeyoung did as well. She turned, pulled up her hair, and Jaehee very carefully placed the necklace around her neck and clasped it. “There you go,” was her cue for her to turn around, as well as Jaehee’s hands ghosting over her hair. Only then did she realize how heavily her heart was drumming.

She parted Jaehee’s hair softly away from the nape of her neck, although her layered haircut made the task a bit more challenging. But, with all the tenderness the stone symbolized, she managed to do it after one failed attempt that resulted in giggles, and when Jaehee turned around, the necklace fitting her like a glove, the pink stone shining bright and that same brightness reflected in her eyes, Chaeyoung felt her breath stop. 

She wanted to kiss her– do something, her lips were aching for a part of her body. Her lips, her hands, her forehead that was so easily accessible. But Chaeyoung stayed frozen in place. She didn’t know how Jaehee felt about public displays of affection, she got nervous even when Chaeyoung stole cheek kisses from her at the bakery. But there was this burning fire of expectancy, and oh, she wanted to… 

She eyed the mistletoe, where a couple had just shared a quick, chaste kiss. Perhaps she would kiss her there once they left. Perhaps then she’d be brave enough. 

“Let’s sit back down,” Jaehee said, and with that, the moment was gone. Chaeyoung meekly went back to her seat and took a sip of her wine. 

The pizza came not long after that, and it was delicious. Thin and with pools of mozzarella that made a delightful combination with the green leaves characteristic of this flavor. She would admit, though, that it would’ve been better with a rosé or sparkling white, the Chardonnay a bit too… punchy for the meal.

For dessert, they had tiramisu, one of Jaehee’s favorites, with espresso. The one this place made in particular was creamy and sweet, which made Jaehee, between pink cheeks and laughter, wipe cream from Chaeyoung’s tinted lips. Yes… Chaeyoung was going to kiss her later. 

The wine was left half-drunk, the bill was split, and they both left the place, breath tasting like coffee and cream and grapes, spirits high for the rest of the holiday– the fact it was their first as a couple just added to the giddy mood– and new matching pendants on their necks. 

Chaeyoung found herself freezing when she got to the door, movements suddenly jittery and heart suddenly racing. She remembered everything that had happened in the past hour and a half: the indirect, her obliviousness, Jaehee’s disappointment, the necklace, her hands, her eyes, her breath as she was close to her. She craved her, the brutal softness of her ministrations, and the mistletoe was right there and so was Jaehee, she could literally just pull her by the lapel of her coat and kiss her, but…

Still, something stopped her in place. The great monster that was insecurity, that sometimes precaution could be. As much as she wanted to wrap Jaehee in her arms and take her as hers in this very place, at this very moment… it would be selfish. She didn’t know if Jaehee wanted this, if she was or was not going to be made uncomfortable by her moves, by a display of them where anyone could see. 

For now, until they were sure, until they were comfortable… it would be better if these moments remained only between them, in the corners of their spaces where few people could see. This thing with Jaehee was something precious and sacred, something that could not, by any measure of the imagination, be ruined, and if she had to swallow her desires at times, she would. 

So, with heavy regret that was exposed in her steps, she began to move away from the door, leaving this moment and its many doubts behind, there would be another one, it just wasn’t meant to happen now, it was fine. 

But then, “Wait…” she heard Jaehee say, brightly. 

Chaeyoung turned to see her, still under the door, a wide, closed-lip smile on her face. 

“What…” she said, frozen, expectant. 

“...Come here for a second.” Jaehee’s words were an open-armed invitation, exuding a sort of calm confidence that pulled Chaeyoung in like a magnet. 

Slowly and very nervously, with her heart drumming in her chest, she approached the door, never breaking Jaehee’s gaze. She had always loved her eyes. Big and honey-colored, they sparkled from within with wonder and glee, like there were sparks dancing behind them. 

She was now standing face-to-face with Jaehee, close enough to feel her coffee-and-cream breath, aware of the plant right above them. 

And then, very carefully but without a smidget of hesitance, she brought her hand to cup her cheek, got on her tiptoes, and kissed her on the lips. It was perfect, sweet, as tender as the stone that had come to now symbolize their love prescribed. 

And Chaeyoung was beaming.

Rushing with an adrenaline that to her was not very well-known, euphoric, powerful, she could swallow the world entire. She cupped Jaehee’s face with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her back. Really kissed her, making sure to taste the tangy sweetness of her mouth that by now she knew so well. And she did not care at all about the holiday or the restaurant or who was looking. Whoever looked would look. 

“Merry Christmas,” she said after she pulled away, a few seconds later, still holding Jaehee close to her. 

With her thumb, Jaehee caressed Chaeyoung’s cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning into her touch completely, pressing her forehead to hers. She wondered, for the millionth time perhaps, how she had gotten so lucky to trip upon this woman. 

Jaehee whispered against her lips, voice made of marshmallow fluff: “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

[nicoinfusedvamp]

Time to re-put this gem out there, for those who have played Mystic Messenger, but were left high and dry from Jaehee's route ^^;; (yes, I'm the author, but had a tumblr name change lol)

[vethsoddities]

I have a weird headcanon: Misogynist Jumin x Misandrist MC, love me a good enemy to lover

Jumin: "Oh, so you think hating me is going to get my attention? How typical."

MC: "Please, like I'd waste my charm on a misogynistic pig like you. blows a kiss Maybe that's all your kind understands."

Once again answering something from @nowayimdie

As someone who's hates men let me add onto this

if I use feminine pronouns for Jumin that's because my friend @sanswifeandgf , hy and | both Headcanon Jumin as trans femme and I personally Headcanon 707 as genderfluid seeing as I'm a lesbian and he's my wifeband (I've made a self insert for Seven feel free to read the 7elope fics but spoilers for Seven's route)

And If you want random headcanons of 7elope and my self insert Penelope Imk! :)

This version of Jumin would definitely have his ass seated down by both 707, Jaehee, and Mc and lectured by them about women's rights. And so forth and let's just say V joins in to help (even tho I hate V)

Going off of Jumin's good ending she's definitely changed by the Mc I'd definitely say that Misandry!Mc could change her if she wanted to

Hell even help Jumin realize she’s trans WLW Mc And Jumin in the year of 2024

Here’s a small idea In my head rent free rn

Jumin: Because you are In love with me aren’t you?

Misandry!Mc raising a brow: 🤨

Misandry!Mc: Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you

Anyways sorry for not having much ideas if you want to fanfiction made by me send me an ask if you want any head cannons by me send me an ask, etc.

Hope you enjoyed this:)

[caveeisnot-here]

INTRO POST !!

Hi :3 call me Cavee! (Ka vi) I had Tumblr before but like, I used it for publishing fanfiction and I kinda just wanted to have my own personal blog to just do whatever. So, I'm looking for moots!

Things about me:

She/her (cis girl)

I'm in highschool, I'm a minor, so please ADULTS DNI (or interact but don't be weird or dm me please 😔)

I think, I'm a lesbian, but idk I am girl, I like girls and other people ig? So I mostly just say I'm sapphic. I have kinda sorta been dating my partner (Nb spec) for around 2 years so.

I am bilingual! My first language is actually Spanish so I'm sorry if I have bad English at times :(

I sometimes write but I don't usually finish any of my projects 😕

I like to program! I mostly code in c++ and python. I mostly use c++ for schoolish related stuff but all my personal projects are coded in python (renpy)

I play videogames such as:

The sims 4 (haven't played in a while because I definitely didn't try pirating the game with all expansion packs but later didn't know how to add mods so I panicked and tried playing with my official game but it didn't work and now I don't know how to launch the sims)

Stardew Valley (similar situation, the game updated, for some reason I couldn't update my portrait mod and since I didn't want to play without it I haven't played in several months)

Genshin Impact (haven't played in like two weeks because of school)

Our Life Beginnings and Always

Doki Doki literature club (I have like 50 hours on MAS send help)

Class of '09

Mystic Messager (I have had the game for years and the only good ending I have is Jaehee's)

The Arcana

Obey me! Shall we date?

Colorful stage / project sekai

My Candy Love

Memories - Red White Cinderella (IF YOU KNOW THIS GAME AT ALL BE MY MOOT PLIS PLIS PLIS)

As you can tell I am a big fan of visual novels, and I have been slowly working on making my own! I have other games like Cult of the lamb, FNAF, omori, hollow knight, Undertale, Roblox, and Minecraft but I either haven't played that much if them or haven't played them in a very very very very long time.

I am also in other fandoms such as:

Sanrio

My little pony

Monster high

Demon slayer

Pokemon

Hamilton

Heathers

I would also say I am an artist, although I don't really post much of my art online.

Soo... Moots? Anyone??

[dragonroses]

Title: I'll Save You (4/9 chapters, ongoing)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Relationships: 707 | Choi Luciel/MC, Kang Jaehee & MC, Zen | Ryu Hyun & MC, Kim Yoosung & MC, Han Jumin & MC, V | Kim Jihyun & MC, Choi Saeran & MC

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship/Love, Platonic Relationships, PTSD, Cults, Kidnapping, Drugs, Emotional Abuse (because Rika)

Summary: What if you could save the entirety of the RFA in a single route?

Or, in which MC saves them all (except one)

Chapter four snippet - Jumin's chapter:

“Jumin, that’s not love,” you say. “That’s ownership.”   Jumin considers this, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Do the two not overlap in some capacity?”   “No,” you say thoughtfully. “I think love and possession are contradictory ideas.”    ft. header by me

Read it here: first chapter / most recent (chapter four)

[mu-defender]

i may not talk about Mystic Messenger here but did you know that Mystic Messenger is the reason I'm into fanfiction cus I'm gay and I'd spend hours on Wattpad reading MC/Reader x Jaehee fanfics

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Questions 7 and 8 for the ask the mundane meme. I'm mobile and can't copy/paste, sorry!!

Multimuse Asks || Currently Accepting!

which one of your muses has the most ships?

I am going to assume you're asking about ships I have partook in. I do not really involve myself in the fandoms I roleplay (like forums, twitter, reading fanfictions or watching videos), so I wouldn't know what people outside of my own sphere of involvement ship. Anyways with this premise...

I believe Sephiroth is the one I have written the most ships with. Which is not a lot, if you can believe it? Most of my RP partners haven't gotten to ship with me because of how slow I am in my approach to chemistry building.

With Sephiroth I have at least two ships established, which is my highest record for a single muse so far. I know, not a lot. Told you I'm Mr. Slow Burn!

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

Akihara Ren: no OTP or NOTP decided

Auron: NOTP with anybody, leave him be

Hakkai: OTP with Gojyo, NOTP with Goku, sorry, but he will cook him treats!

Cyno: Too soon for me to decide on OTP, but I am very weak on pairing him with Aether, Candace, Nilou and possibly Tighnari. Too early to decide on NOTPs.

Fushimi Niki: OTP with Kisa, as OTP as that means- NOTP with Saru and that should be a GIVEN.

Fushimi Saruhiko: SaruMi OTP forever and always, NOTP with Suoh. It gives me the heebie jeebies, please don't.

Sanzo: No OTP, but no NOTP either, really?

GLaDOS: OTP with science, NOTP with cake.

Hazel Grouse: OTP with teasing Sanzo while completely unrequited because those scenes are the best; NOTP with Sanzo because then I wouldn't get any more disgusted Sanzo reactions and where is the fun in that?

Kenshin Himura: no OTP or NOTP decided

Hisui Nagare: no OTP and definitely NOTP with Iwa he is his SON

Hope Estheim: he's a child so I don't really think about ships with him

ZEN: JuZen OTP!! Juzen OTP!! NOTP with Yoosung- and tbh... Jaehee. I'm sorry.

Iwa: Strangely OTP with Fushimi Niki, it's a personal verse in my brain and probably will never see the light of day again. NOTP with Nagare

Jet Enduro: OTP with Virginia Maxwell, who I will never find to RP with and that makes me honestly sad. NOTP with Gallows.

V: OTP with Jumin, yes, I said it. NOTP with Saeran or Saeyoung, he loves them as surrogate kids or little brothers. Also NOTP with Yoosung for the same reason.

Jumin: JUZEN OTP!! NOTP with Jaehee because that is just wrong, and NOTP with Yoosung. What do I have against poor Yoosung?

Kjat: Nothing established.

Syaoran: OTP with Sakura, obviously enough. No real NOTPs so long as age limits apply.

Yukari: no OTP or NOTP decided

Munakata: no OTP decided but DEFINITELY NOTP with Saruhiko... please don't make me do that. I will cry.

Neji: no OTP or NOTP decided, he's a child

Ran: no OTP or NOTP decided, he's a child

Red XIII: OTP with Deneh, NOTP with anyone not his species, you weirdos.

Roy Mustang: I will gloss over this guy for my own safety-

Sephiroth: Sefikura OTP as fanon as it is. NOTP with Hojo, Hollander, President ShinRa, Palmer..., NOTP with Vincent. NOTP with Jenova.

Sesshomaru: No OTPs. Definitively NOTP with Inuyasha or Rin. And I will deal with the consequences of this stance.

Squall Leonhart: No OTPs or NOTPs decided.

Totsuka: OTT with the Homra Founders, of course! No real NOTP decided.

Warrior of LightL No OTP or NOTPs decided.

That was almost painfully shameful to go through. I swear I am not anti-shipping! I just... don't really think about ships much until I am thrown into one through roleplay?

Ace problems I guess.