#mystic Messenger Saeyoung choi

[viviuilo0]

happy birthday, twins choi <3

[space-kitten-606]

Feral screeching intesifies

[brighteststar707]

Parallels

You carry parts of past lives with you. You can't help it, you're made up of all the people you've loved before.

A reset theory idea I revived from a years-old draft about picking up traits from people you spend a lot of time around (as I'm quite prone to doing🤭).

There has always been this strange familiarity to you. Even back in the early days, it always felt like you were someone Saeyoung had known for years.

He likes to tease you about being easy to read, but it's more than that. The things he recognises in you are things he has grown to love so much in his closest friends.

He loves to tell silly jokes just to hear you laugh. When he promised you a life that would be happy and without worry, he meant it. Your laugh is infectious, addicting even. A laugh from you is an affirmation to someone as insecure as him.

It took him a while to catch on to the way your giggles resemble Yoosung's sometimes. It's not every time, but more than enough times to be a noticeable quirk of yours. The slight hiss of air escaping through your teeth, the precursor to a proper, real laugh.

That was the first parallel he drew. But it was not the last.

He thought he was imagining things at first, making connections where there weren't any to be made. But then you teasingly called him honey for the first time, truly affectionate and sugary-sweet and it was impossible to not think about how he had seen Zen do the same thing before to make fans of his blush. Of course, this trick worked just as well on him when you did it. When you were in these moods, you were magnetic, more so than even Zen could be.

There is something about how, during discussions, you pause to gather your thoughts right before you're about to conclude a point. You have told him you do it to try and collect your thoughts into a coherent sentence so you don't jumble everything up. He thinks it's smart (and cute). It's something he is trying to implement in his life now.

He also knows it's something Jumin practices and advises others to do too. On occasion, during RFA gatherings, Saeyoung watches you and Jumin have a conversation and fall into similar patterns of speech. It's mesmerising, like watching two mirror images.

It is only after a few years, after getting closer to Jaehee at all that realises there are similarities between the two of you too.

He sees a small echo of her in the way that you tackle challenges, not just the resilience he has always known you're capable of but the way you can dissect a problem down to its core and handle it piece by piece. In the tone and cadence you use when instructing others, kind but deliberate, with no room for doubt.

But she's also in your excitement, in the way your voice builds up and rises in pitch when you're talking about something you love. If it wasn't something he recognised from your first weeks together, he'd attribute it to your many musical movie nights.

It wouldn't be fair to say that these traits are identical to theirs. They're things that are so inherent to you, he couldn't imagine you without your funny hiss-laugh or the cadence of your voice when you're measuring out your words. He finds comfort all the same in the little overlap between you and his friends. It may puzzle him sometimes, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The cherry on the cake was one day when you were chatting and you scrunched your nose before telling a joke, in the same way he knows he does sometimes. His heart swelled three sizes that day and he wouldn't stop teasing you about it.

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

707 (11th June)

Mystic Messenger

[fishsticksloser]

Starboy

707 x gn!reader

Warnings: scared of heights, kisses, fluff at the end, you punch Seven

A/N: Saeyoung is so.... 🥰 Doing most, if not all, of my Valentine's Day special early because I'll be gone and busy around that time with another doctors appointment. aein -> Korean for sweetheart

"Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey~." Saeyoung giggles, gently nudging you.

"This wasn't what I had in mind when you said you wanted to go out for Valentine's Day." You gasped, fingers gripping the rail so hard your knuckles turned white. "This is the worst date I've ever been on."

"The worst?" Saeyoung cries. He sniffs, you can tell it's fake though.

"The. Worst." You spit through your teeth. "You know I'm scared of heights."

"You're scared of heights!?" He asks. "W- I didn't know this! You never mentioned it to me!"

"I'm pretty sure I have..." You close your eyes as your bucket on the ferris wheel starts to descend.

Once you were safely back on the ground, you punched his shoulder. He yelped and rubbed his arm.

•┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈•

"This is better, aein." Saeyoung kissed the top on your head.

To make up from his lapse in judgement, he got your favorite take out and you watched your favorite movies. Now you laid on the couch, curled against Saeyoung's chest. You roll over, wanting to face him.

"You're so pretty." He smiled, kissing your nose. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"No need to keep sucking up," you laugh. "You've already made it up to me."

"I'm not sucking up, man." Saeyoung's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just complimenting my amazing, sweet partner."

You hummed back, not entirely believing him. He rolled his eyes a little before kissing your lips softly.

Saeyoung was a gifted jokester, but with you, he tried to be more serious when in moments like this... No matter how how hard it was to keep certain jokes back.

Though... When you kissed him back, those jokes drifted off into space. When your fingers ran through his hair, his mind only filled with thoughts of you.

And just like that... He was on the international space station.

[imlovearm]

oh my god u guys do u remember mystic messenger.. peak game i fear. anyway, the people’s boyfriend

[strawberrycartt]

[1⁄6 out of the gravity｡]

[awbublie]

why dis 🍦 look so mad 😭😭😭

[emtearzz]

Hello everyone here are some mysme pfps for free use! <3 it was fun drawing these even if it took a bit,,

[space-kitten-606]

Everyone's looking so cute! I love it 💖

Also Rika in the bg is cracking me up lmao

[brighteststar707]

Got some 707 FWB brainrot, don't mind me. (sort of suggestive warning up ahead)

It happens the same way it has since the beginning: a text. Simple, innocuous: are you home?

Then, not ten minutes after her reply (yes, it’s always yes), he is at her door. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes a swirling mix of mischief and hunger.

They exchange only a few words as he steps inside – simple pleasantries – then she closes the front door and they are on each other and there isn’t a need to speak anymore. Whatever else he needs to say, he tells her with each press of his lips to her mouth, her cheek, her collarbone. Each touch tells her a story of loneliness and desperation and the deep, all-consuming hunger for something he cannot have.

The first time was slow, exploratory. They crossed every unspoken line of their friendship and relished it. Just for a night, they were blissfully unaware of all the obstacles in their way. Ever since, their trysts have been urgent, hurried; a combination of their desperation and the guilt (not regret, never regret) that descends on them when they linger in the moment for too long. They have long since lost the luxury of ignorance.

So, they move clumsily towards the bedroom – never once breaking contact – fumbling with their clothes and pressing kisses wherever they can reach.

He holds her firmly against him yet is never rough enough to leave behind some mark, or any evidence at all that he was there. No matter how long it has been, no matter how badly he needs her, no matter how many times she urges him to, he leaves nothing behind in the morning but his scent in her sheets.

How she’d love for him to let go of that final bit of control one day; for him to dig his fingers and sink his teeth into her skin and leave a trail of marks behind everywhere he has been. To allow himself to say her name with every gasp and moan. To stay long after it’s over, to allow her to hold him as he drifts off to sleep.  

She knows that there are sides to him he doesn’t show. He hints at darkness but is quick to cover it up when the mask threatens to slip. Back when she used to ask him if it would always be like this, he told her that she wouldn’t want him if she knew who he really was. That she’s better off with the happy side he plays up.  

She likes to think that she gets small glimpses of him – the real him – on nights like this. When she runs her tongue up the column of his neck and hears his breath hitch. The vulnerability in his face in the low light of her room as she cups his cheeks in her hands. The way he subconsciously leans into her, as if he can never be close enough.

It’s over too quickly. It always is. Before she knows it, he is dressed again and kissing her one last time. His expression is no longer playful; she can see the remorse starting to settle into his features. She takes comfort in knowing it will not be enough to keep him away for long. With one final goodnight, he slips out of the door.

She wakes up the next morning the same way she has since the beginning: alone and longing.

[cherryflavoredguts]

my two biggest crushes in one place...that’s like heaven on earth 

Hiii this was my first comic I made in this format! I thought these two had silly chemistry.

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

707 (11th June)

Mystic Messenger

[fishsticksloser]

Sleigh Ride

Warnings: danger, a child, talk of maybe more kids?

A/N: Writing these, I’ve realized I’ve never done over half of them :( Bong-Cha is 5, she's featured in another drabble from a few years ago. aibnatu -> daughter in Arabic, gongjunim-> princess in korean

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Saeyoung ran ahead of you, laughing like a maniac, the sled over his head. A decent amount of snow covered the ground, Saeyoung was ready to sled. It was all he had been talking about for the past few days.

"Are you excited, aibnatu!" He looks back at your daughter, Bong-Cha. She squealed and raced after him, she was pretty fast for a 5 year old.

The 2 of them were a force to be reckoned with together. Bong-Cha was so much like Saeyoung it was a little frightening. When she was still really young, Saeyoung worried about being a good dad and husband. But now he embraced his new life completely. By now Bong-Cha was learning 3 languages on top of Korean thanks to Saeyoung.

"Look! Look!" You hear Bong-Cha call out to you. You watch as she and your husband slid down the snowy hill, both of them screaming.

You all slid down the hill, taking turns. When Bong-Cha got too cold, you headed inside.

"That was fun!" Bong-Cha beams. "Can we go again?"

"Maybe tomorrow, gongjunim." You chuckled, pulling your daughter closer to warm her up.

Saeyoung brought out hot cocoa. Bong-Cha sipped happily, snuggled between you and Saeyoung.

*̣̥☆·͙̥‧❄‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥˟͙☃˟͙‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥❄‧·͙̥̣☆*̣̥

"Hmm..." Saeyoung hums, taking a drink of his wine. Bong-Cha was out to bed a few hours ago. "What if we had another kid?"

"You want another?" You ask. He squeezes you.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Bong-Cha is exactly like me, so we have to have one like you to balance everything out. Our house is a little too chaotic."

"You're the one that started it." You laughed. He laughed too, kissing your cheek. "But I could possibly do one more."

[medu707]

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MC's camera roll <3

[natasha-in-space]

This new cg has me in a chokehold, so have some cute profile pics I made for me and my friends! I love them your honor 😭💕

Edit since I've gotten a few questions on this: these are free to use wherever you like!! Credit would be nice, but not mandatory <3