#mystic messenger au week

[wonillaa]

sunoo or jay post … thinking rn

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU)-THEMED OTOME CONTENT CREATION CHALLENGE

For the second time, @xxsycamore and I are bringing to you a week-long exploration of the trope Alternative Universe! (link to last year’s challenge here)

→ GENERAL RULES

Works of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, etc.

Limited to otome fandoms - mobile otome games such as: IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr Love: Queen’s Choice; Light and Night; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger and others, as well as console otomes.

This challenge takes place between June 19th and June 25th, 2023. The deadline for posting your works is July 15th (until midnight, UTC+2).

Instead of making the masterlist after the deadline, @xxsycamore who is in charge of it will try to create the post in advance and update it regularly during the challenge. Don’t hesitate to contact us if your work was done within the deadline but wasn’t featured in the masterlist. Or, if you prefer not to be featured on the masterlist instead!

When posting your works, use the tag #different universe same love ccc - you can as well tag @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help us find your work easier!

Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.

Reblogs are appreciated!

→ CONTENT RULES

This challenge features a list of 14 AU prompts, two for each day, plus 7 dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You’re free to create a work based on whichever AU you like more for that day. You can also create works for both AU prompts, and you can also mix the two prompts into one work! Whatever suits your preferences :) You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!

You can find the lists of prompts on the banner above, as well at the bottom of this post.

Under the cut, you will also find a short explanation of each AU prompt, just in case there is anything unclear about them.

Any additional rules are up to the content creators. You are free to choose the rating(make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)

You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creators.

You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge after its deadline, July 15th - but please note that they won’t be featured in the masterlist!

The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)

Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!:

If you have any additional questions, we’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! We wish you happy creating!

→ THE LISTS

Day 1 - June 19th- Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Day 2 - June 20th- Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Day 3 - June 21st- Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Day 4 - June 22nd- Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Day 5 - June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Day 6 - June 24th- Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Day 7 - June 25th- FREE DAY (an AU of your choice!)

Dialogue prompts:

“Him? Are you kidding me? He’s not even my type!”

“We didn’t even exchange numbers! I’m such a fool.”

“We should have never met.”

“Ah, it’s you again! Do you come here often?”

“I’ll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you.”

“Promise me we will always have each other.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

Under the cut you’ll find a short explanation of each AU:

Bodyguard AU - character A is appointed to protect character B

Mafia AU - an extension of Mobster AU, with a mafia setting - typically involves rivalry and enemies-to-lovers tropes

Angels and Demons AU - typically depicts the forbidden love between character A who is an angel and character B who is a demon. You can also write about Fallen angels/Ascended demons.

Pirate/Mermaid AU - an AU that features merfolk characters or pirates - or both!

Social Media AU - an AU where the characters meet on social media and begin their friendship/relationship online.

Coffee/Flower shop AU - typically resolves around a small business that character A either owns or works at, and their loyal customer, character B; but they can also be both customers, or coworkers.

Celebrity AU - placing your character(s) in a setting where they’re famous. Other characters could be their fans; working with them, meeting them by chance…

Bookstore AU - similar to Coffee/Flower shop AU.

Forbidden love AU - a setting where the characters are forbidden from being together for whatever reason.

Soulmates AU - a setting where everyone has One True Love and the ways of finding it varies depending on the creator. An example of a popular Soulmate AU is “Your soulmate’s name is written on you”.

Office AU - a setting where the characters work together in an office.

Circus/Magic AU - a setting where the characters either work in the circus or are magic users - the latter involves anything fantasy-related, basically.

FREE DAY - The last day of this challenge is for you to choose your own prompt! It can perfectly well overlap with an already existing prompt. Maybe your favorite Alternative Universe wasn’t in the list above? This is your chance to include your idea in the list :)

ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY CREATING! WE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR CREATIONS 🧡

[cupids-chamber]

Commissions will be prioritized above general requests! They're also non-refundable by nature! Please pm me if you have any concerns or questions regarding this before your purchase.

STATUS : OPEN

FANDOMS : Spy x family, My hero academia, Mystic messenger, Twisted Wonderland, Obey me shall we date?, Genshin impact, Ouran Highschool host club, Manwha's (Majority, dm if you have any questions), Oshi no Ko, If you have a request for a fandom not listed, please dm me.

YES/DO'S : x reader (Any gender), self/oc insert, ships, poly, yandere, suggestive, platonic/romantic scenarios, fluff, angst, crackfics, smaus, au's (any), etc

NO/DONT'S : Direct nsfw, romantic scenarios for children/people with the mindset of children (Klee, Ortho, Qiqi, etc), heavy religion based scenarios (Unless it's fictional religions, ex. Archons), just nothing weird.

Headcanons ♡ ; 4-5 bullet points & 90-150 words per bullet! | 5 USD | Example ... ♡

Short fanfic ♡ ; 400-600 words or so in length! | 5 USD | Example ... ♡

Medium fanfic ♡ ; 800-1.4k words in length! | 13 USD | Example ... ♡

Long fanfic ♡ ; 1.4-2k words in length! | 20 USD | Example ... ♡

| Examples ♡ ; [ Suggestive work ] [ Yandere work ] [ Fluff work ] ♡. Minimum time required : 1-3 weeks.

Book ♡ ; 5 chapters in length, each chapter is 800-1.1k+ words | $55 USD

SMAU story ♡ ; 19-23 chapters, at least 3 full written parts. | $45 USD

♡. Minimum time required : 1.5+ months (Depends on the plot) | Oc/self insert option is unavailable for this.

ADDITIONAL CHARGES WILL BE ADDED FOR, extra chapters/wordcount/bullet points, yandere/suggestive works, self/oc inserts (much more difficult for me), poly works, etc.

Commission me now on ko-fi — [ dm me beforehand if you have any questions ]

[java-lava]

Masterlist;

Once Upon a December

Part one;

Part two;

The Eternal Rose

Part 1;

Golden Constellations Series;

Original idea for the series;

One shots and snippets;

Fandoms I will write for;

Most of the manwha/manhua’s on my “Favorite Manwha/manhua/webcomic’s” post (there are too many to type on here)

✨ANIMES✨

OHSHC

FairyTail

Amnesia; Memories

The Devil Is a Part-Timer! (!!)

JJK

MHA

Death Note

Inuyasha

Saiki K

No Doubt In Us

My Happy Marriage

Naruto

Hunter x Hunter

Kotaro Lives Alone

Romantic Killer

Spy x Family

Amnesia

Black Butler

🎮Games🎮

Genshin Impact

Twisted Wonderland

Mystic Messenger

Ikemen Revolution

Amnesia; Memories

Obey me!

Tears of Themis

🎬Tv/Movies🎬

Miraculous

Percy Jackson

Once Upon a Time

Supernatural

DC

Star Wars

You can request pretty much any fandom and if I know it well enough I’ll try to write it, but the ones on the list are the ones I’ll mostly write for.

What I will write for;

Female reader only!

FxM only for romance

Platonic only if it involves a child (the reader or the character)

Romantic or Platonic

Angst

Fluff

Au’s

Yandere!Character

(Anything not currently on this list that doesn’t conflict with my “Will NOT” list can be asked about)

What I will NOT write for;

Smut

Cursing

Child x adult in a non platonic way

Gore

Self harm

Yandere! Reader

18+ stuff (yes I’m an adult but that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable writing about that)

[xxstarryeyesxx]

Looking for RP Partners for Mystic Messenger 1x1 roleplay!

Repost!

Hello! I've been searching for new roleplay partners lately but unfortunately haven't had much luck. I am specifically looking to roleplay my OC/CMC (female) x 707/Saeyoung. She is fairly developed, you can read her doc linked towards the end.

A bit about me:

• I am a 21 year old college student, so my schedule is often busy. I am currently on winter break though. I will always be able to respond at least once a week however.

• I am a lbgt+ friendly person, as I am in the community!

• I have been roleplaying for roughly 5 years and am very flexible with my writing style. I will typically match how much my partners write but I'm usually semi-lit to lit. I don't do one-liners.

•I am open to all sorts of plots, aus and genres, though romance is a must for me.

•I do double-ups! Mainly oc x canon double-ups and I am able to play most characters for you. The only characters I won't play are Rika (lack of experience) and 707 (personal preference)

• Also open to group rps!!

•I only roleplay on discord. We can either rp in dms or I can set up a small server for us. My tag is StarryEyes#5489

•I consider myself to be very friendly, so please don't be afraid to reach out if you just wanna chat in between responses ^^

Guidelines:

•As stated before, I am 21 so I am only looking for 18+ rp partners.

•Smut/nsfw is optional! You don't need it to have an exciting rp. But if anyone's interested 👀. All characters must be over 18

•I'm only looking to rp my oc with 707, please don't offer to play any other character for her.

• Absolutely no incest, illegal ships, etc.

• I don't mind typos but please try to use proper grammar. I'm also expecting at least semi-lit responses ^^ I won't respond to one-liners,,

That's everything! If you're interested in role-playing, please feel free to reach out to me on discord or respond to this post!

[bluejay-writes]

A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 10

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW. Fandom: Mystic Messenger Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran Chapter 10 Wordcount: 3147 You can also read this on AO3! <- Also a good place to check tags.

Chapter 10: Coffeeshop AU

Paradigm Coffee was located just south of downtown, and it attracted an eclectic variety of clientele, from the usual hipster coffee crowd, to the tech sector folks who didn’t want to work from the office, to the local goth community, and beyond.

The owners, Tyler and Cassandra, had taken over for her grandfather, who was all too ready to hand off his business to a worthy (and youthful) successor.

The coffee was good - a nice medium blend that didn’t taste burnt like one of the popular chain’s did, and the specialty drinks weren’t bogged down in sugar the way the other popular chain’s were.  If you asked Tyler, their real draw was the food that Cass cooked, down home favorites that kept everyone warm in the cold snowy season, and reminded them of home.  If you asked Cass, their draw was the hot barista. Tyler drew in so many people, women, gay men, teens who wanted to be him. His model looks, golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes made anyone swoon for him. (He disagreed, of course, and wished people would stop hitting on him in front of his girlfriend.) For her part, Cass didn’t mind him getting the attention. She was perfectly happy to blend into the background, with her dark brown hair in its cyberpunk inverted-bob and way too much eyeliner lining her brown eyes.

They had lots of customers, but the regulars always caught their eye.  Sean, who was always there on Wednesday and Friday working from the shop - he ordered a coffee or some kind of baked good at least once an hour, as if he was paying rent on the space.  Oftentimes on Fridays he’d claim the largest table, and throughout the day a gaggle of college students would come and hang out, doing their own assignments or gaming. Oddly popular, that one. Then there was Liz with her long red hair and her boyfriend, the latter who never came inside but always waited outside while she was getting drinks, hood up and skateboard in hand, even in the dead of winter when skateboarding on the city sidewalks was a death wish. Cass always felt like all of them had such unique stories, and she wondered what would happen if she wrote stories around what happened in the shop. 

The news in Seoul was full of stories about the cult up in the mountains, and the millions of won that they’d been contributing to Prime Minister Saejoong Choi’s campaign for President.  The response from his campaign was swift and decisive, denying any knowledge of these donations having been from a cult, and pointed the media to his records, where they were all linked to the parties thrown by the RFA.

The RFA, of course, retaliated with details about all of the Prime Minister’s illicit dealings throughout the years, with a video wherein up-and-coming musical actor Zen presented ‘just a fraction’ of what the Prime Minister had done over the years, which included information about his twin sons, Saeyoung and Saeran, both of whom were missing, along with the RFA’s newest member Jaena, who’d gone missing during her vacation in Seoul earlier that summer. They also implicated the intelligence agency Saeyoung had been first targeted by at the request of his father, and then recruited by later, once the cult had started funneling money to the Prime Minister through it.

The coverage was so thorough that the news spread to other countries, appearing on every local news station, the scandal and terror of the cult’s existence and the way it preyed on the fatigue of white-collar workers and the general lack of proper discourse about mental health issues becoming trending topics across social media. The fact that an American woman had gone missing amidst the scandal did its part to make the situation an international one, when it might otherwise have stayed isolated.

A few weeks into the tense media circus that surrounded the situation, Saeyoung Choi reappeared, worse for wear, but alive. He explained how he’d been taken by his father in an attempt to clear his name, but between the RFA’s information campaign and the dissolution of the agency, there way no way to use him to that effect. The Prime Minister was booked by the authorities on several felony counts, as well as multiple more pending, and the leadership of the Agency likewise.

People were so shocked by Saeyoung’s reappearance that he had interviews on basically every channel, and even was a guest on Noprah’s show, where he basically told his life story, including fighting his way free of the agency that basically owned him, losing, finding, and losing his brother, and meeting but missing out on the woman of his dreams. At Noprah’s insistence, he made a plea into the camera at the end of the segment.

“Wherever my little brother and my perfect scarlet are out there, I hope they’re watching. I love you both so much, and I hope you’re taking care of each other. Stay put, I’ll find you soon. I promise.”

Cass tore her eyes away from the TV in the corner that was showing that episode of Noprah again. Daytime TV was the worst. That episode aired over a year ago, and they were still rerunning it.

“That episode is always on.” the girl at the counter said, and Tyler laughed.

“Yeah, that whole thing was an entire time. I’m so glad we live in a civilized country.” he said, and Cass just rolled her eyes.

“Plenty of bad things happen here.” Cass said with a smirk. “But that ginger really is a media darling, isn’t he?”

“Wasn’t that around the same time as you started running the shop here?” The counter girl asked, grinning.

“Yeah, actually. I think his Noprah segment was the first thing that was ever on that TV.”

“And it’ll be the last, too.” Cass said, rolling her eyes. “They’re never going to get sick of airing that nerd.”

“He’s cute though!” counter girl said, and then slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, don’t tell my boyfriend I said that, I’ll never live it down.”

“Haha, we won’t.” Tyler said, and Cass reached out to tousle his golden blonde locks. 

“You need a haircut. Quick before winter hits and you just hide it under hats until it’s unbearable.”

“Baaaaabe, we’re at work!” Tyler pouted, and she laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave off until later.”

“Crazy lovebirds.” The girl at the counter said, standing. “Thanks for the coffee, see you next time!”

“Bye Liz!” They chorused unintentionally, and waved as the girl with long red hair sauntered out of the coffee shop, meeting up with a boy in a hoodie who’d been standing outside smoking while she got coffee.

When she was gone, Cass let out a breath she didn’t realize was trapped. 

Tyler sighed. “Gods, she reminds me of…”

“…Jaena.” Cass said, nodding. “You really do need a haircut.”

“I do. And your roots need a touchup.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

Later, in their tiny apartment above the coffee shop, Cass sat scrolling through Tripter on her laptop, her brows creased in a slight frown. Tyler walked up behind her, and started massaging her shoulders. “Checking in on Zen and Yoosung again?” he asked, and she nodded.

“It’s easy to check in on the famous ones. I know the articles about Jumin’s abortive presidential bid and supposed illicit relationship with Jaehee are all trashy journalism, but at least Yoosung’s meTube channel shows me the face he wants me to see, and Zen’s tripter is still full of thirsty women as usual. He’s got a new role, looks like he’ll be starring in Phantom.”

“Oh, that’s lovely.” Tyler said, but she could tell his heart wasn’t in it. He turned away from her, and went into the kitchen, puttering about uselessly.

“Ty…”

He turned to look at her, and his cheeks were wet. Immediately, she stood and closed the distance between them.

“I don’t want to be Elfstar anymore.” He said, an old reference that not only made her chuckle but also broke her heart. She reached out and gently wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“I love you.” she said, as if it was the only thing that could help him feel better.

“I love you too.” he said, pulling her into a hug. “But I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. I feel so guilty.”

“I love him too, still.” She said. “You’re twins. You’re so similar but so different. I’ve done lots of shady things in my life, but I don’t consider loving two men one of them.”

“Can you just… say my name… once?”

She chuckled, and moved away so she could look him in the eye. “Saeran, dear. You should take those contacts out so we can sleep.”

His cheeks pinked, and he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Okay, Jaena.”

Seasons passed, and summer turned to fall, with the bright colors on the trees flaring to life and fading to brown before falling and being replaced by the unbroken white of fresh snow.

Cass walked up to Tyler, who’d paused at the front door while unlocking it to open. It was a Wednesday, and after the fresh snow last night, it was unlikely they’d have a big crowd. Just in case, Cass made a batch of Mac & Cheese, their sign outside calling it out as the “Warm-up Special.”

“Hey Tyler, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just like looking at the snow. It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Cass said, nudging him in the side.

“No you.” Tyler pouted, and turned to head back to the counter.

As predicted, it was slow. Cass didn’t mind, it gave her time to catch up on her reading. Or, in this case, to be irritated by the perpetual reruns of that same Noprah segment with Saeyoung in it. Fuck, I miss that idiot. 

Distracted by her own thoughts and reminiscences, she wasn’t expecting the sudden influx of college students. She hopped up to assist Tyler who was quickly taking orders. 

“I know you’re not that chain place, but you wouldn’t be willing to write “shitty hair” as my name on my cup, would you?” the student at the counter said, and Cass turned to look at them, exaggeratedly eyeing them up and down. “You look more like a ‘dunce face’ to me.”

Tyler looked at her like she’d grown an extra head. “What did you just…?!”

“OMG is that you, Bakugo? I never knew you were a goth barista!”

Tyler realized, then, that this was a reference to one of her shows, and tuned out, taking the rest of the orders while they continued to chatter on about characters and quirks and who knows what else.  Eventually, drinks were delivered, and most of the group congregated at a set of tables unsurprisingly around where Sean was working. Weird, she thought It’s not Friday. Guess the snow motivated them.

Cass continued to chatter with the student, while Tyler went to take a break in back. That many people was still a lot for him, even after 18 months of experience. When the bell above the door jingled to signal more customers, Cass called “Be with you in a moment!” as she was busy pulling up photos from comic con a few years ago, to show off that Unbreakable Red Riot she’d seen.

“This is still the best cosplay I’ve ever encountered.” she said to the blonde, who took her phone and stared at it. 

“Wow, that had to have been a ton of work.” They said, and handed her phone back.

“You know the best part?” she said, and they shook their head.

“That was my actual hair.” a voice next to them said, tone full of mischief.

Cass’s head snapped to the side so fast she thought she might have given herself whiplash, her mouth gaping open like a fish. Am I hallucinating?

Her call to the customers was also Tyler’s call to come back out front, and he emerged from the kitchen, giving Cass the customary kiss on the cheek that he’d done every day for more than a year, before realizing who was standing in front of him.

“Friend of yours?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked up, which helped Cass get a hold of herself.

“K-kindof?!” Cass squeaked, her fight or flight reflex leaving her frozen but leaning heavily towards flight.

“Wait, is this that cosplayer?” the student she’d been chatting with said, which got the attention of the rest of his group. 

“Whoa, that’s Saeyoung Choi!��� one of the girls said, and immediately the redhead standing in front of them was swept up into the hubbub of students, despite any attempt to escape them. Cass took one frightened look at Tyler, who waved her toward the kitchen door, an excuse to exit that she happily took.

Anything could have been happening in the front of the shop. Cass’ blood was pounding in her ears, and she collapsed into one of the break room chairs, and immediately put her head between her knees to try and forestall the panic attack and/or fainting spell that both seemed equally likely given the situation.

What could have been seconds or hours later, the back door from the alley swung open on its creaky hinges and her head snapped back up. No one came in that door, except if they just took the trash out. She left the hinges squeaky on purpose. 

In front of her eyes stood none other than Vanderwood, with one eyebrow quirked up at her, in that way that spoke volumes only he could manage.

“How the fuck… D-dad?!” Her hands slapped over her mouth when she realized what she’d called him, but it was too late.

“I think Alfred would be more appropriate.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “I don’t have Bruce Wayne’s budget, I’m sorry, but your position has been eliminated, sir.”

“You can’t fire me, I quit.” He said gruffly, and turned as if to leave.

“N-no!” She said, suddenly, launching out of her chair so suddenly that it fell over backwards. She ran into him at speed, and wrapped her arms around his middle, managing nothing more than knocking him into the wall with the force of her motion. “You can’t go.” she choked out, having surprised even herself with the tears running down her cheeks.

“I won’t go anywhere. Let me turn around, treasure.”

She dropped her arms, and he turned around and pulled her into his arms, one hand rubbing her back while she sobbed.

“I found you, just like I promised.”

“About fucking time.” she said, between sobs. 

They just stood there for a few minutes, until her breathing calmed, and he let her go.

She opened her mouth to ask something, but was interrupted by a call from the front.

“Cass! I need you, babe!”

“Fuck.” she said, and then louder “Be out in a sec, washing my hands!”

A quick dash to the mirror above the sink by the door to the front - installed for this exact purpose, though she hadn’t needed it for Vanderwood and Seven’s presence ruining her makeup as much as their absence - allowed for her to quick fix her makeup before washing her hands and reappearing as a completely functional coffeeshop owner… to a flood of people who’d shown up when their friends told them Saeyoung was here.

“Whoa.” She said, and Tyler shot her a glance that told him he was already beyond overwhelmed, but even so was more worried about her than about himself. “I’m fine.” She said, immediately getting to work putting together complicated coffee drinks.

“If you need an extra set of hands, I’m happy to help.” Vanderwood’s voice said from just behind the door to the kitchen. “He tends to draw crowds wherever he goes these days.”

Tyler whipped around, already holding a spare apron as Vanderwood stepped through the door. 

“Put this on. Do what Cass tells you.” 

Cass would have been more surprised by Tyler’s tone, except for the fact that he’d known Vanderwood a sum total of 12 hours, 6 of which he’d been asleep, and all of which were 18 months ago.

As he finished tying his apron, Cass looked Vanderwood up and down. “You know how to run an espresso machine?”

“I’ve been making coffee longer than you’ve been alive.” That one-eyebrow look again.

“Good. Recipes for the fancy drinks are on the counter.” She said, and turned to make the complicated smoothie concoctions instead, choosing to trust her chosen father-figure with the coffee that was his lifeblood while Tyler manned the counter and the bakery case.

Finally, they hit a lull, and Cass turned to see Seven looking a little worse for wear. At least to a practiced eye. He was still smiling and being his goofy 707-self, but she could see the strain of it.

“I’m gonna—“ she started.

“Go, he needs it.” Tyler interrupted, and she nodded, dishing up a bowl of mac & cheese and grabbing a PhD Pepper out of the cooler before slipping out from behind the counter and over to the area where Seven seemed to be holding court. He looked up and saw her, and turned to address the group.

“Hey, my dinner’s here. Can we pick this up in a bit?”

For some reason, they all nodded like he was the one doing them a favor by eating, and shuffled off to other tables and conversations.

“Mac & Cheese.” She said, handing him the plate. “And your lifeblood, good sir.”

He didn’t say anything right away, simply took a bite of the food she’d brought, and washed it down with a sip of soda.

“It really is better with the vegetables in it.” He said, then. “Damn vegetables.” He looked at the dish as though it personally betrayed him.

“It meets your standards then I hope, Mister Celebrity.”

“More than. God, Scarlet. You look so different. If I hadn’t heard you talking about my cosplay, I might have missed you entirely.”

“I never would have missed you, my Red Riot.” she said, quietly, trying to keep herself from crying. “Not in a million years.”

“Was 18 months too long to wait?” he said suddenly, sharply, his gaze not on her but on the counter, where Tyler had his back to them and was walking Vanderwood through something. “Who’s the handsy blonde, and where the hell is my brother?”

Cass froze at his initial question and then slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laugh at his follow-up questions.

“Seven, I… your brother is behind the counter. He’s blonde. He’s your fucking twin, how did you not recognize him?! You Have. The Same. Face.”

Seven blinked, then shook his head. “Seven.exe has stopped working. Abort, Retry, Fail?”

Author's Note: Saeran's commentary about not wanting to be Elfstar anymore is an old school (as old as 1984...) reference to anti-D&D religious propaganda, specifically a chick tract called "Dark Dungeons". I don't agree with any of the messages from that hate group, but it's one hell of a meme, and seems like exactly the kind of shit the twins would know about and mock-reference. Here's an article from The Escapist about the tract, that has a good breakdown of what it's about without furthering the hate.

[edgelord-saeran]

@juminweek2019

Day 5: Pragma

Jumin was in a tizzy. Today was the day! The day when his love could return to his arms. The six months without her were terrible. A cold and lonely time. It had been this way for the past several centuries but the time apart never became easier.

Jumin never regreted the mistaken kidnapping debacle that had brought them together in the first place. Her unplanned visit to his underworld castle had been the beginning of a centuries long love.

Her mother disapproved of them, and to avoid all out war, his wife and love spent her summer months above ground, working at her mother's business. Then, she would return to him as the plants began to die.

And that day was today! The castle had been deep scrubbed, getting rid of the sadness that had permeated the halls for the past several months.

"My king." Jumin came to a sudden halt in his pacing at his servants call. The servant gave him a small smile. "The queen has arrived."

Jumin had to stop himself from running to the entrance but any propriety was lost the moment he saw her. He scooped her up in his arms, twirling her as he held her close.

"You'd think you missed me or something." She said with a giggle, holding him just as close. Jumin pressed a kiss to her lips and smiled. Each reunion was sweeter than the last, no matter how many years passed.

"Every minute and every second, I missed you."

[asterjennifer]

~ The Garden Of Obsession ~

A Saeran-Week created by @marshmallowprotection

Day 1: Begonia - Beware

Ray

Day 2: Jonquil - Desire for Affection returned

SE Saeran

Day 3: Carnation - Wishing to be yours

Unknown

Day 4: Poopy - Enteral Sleep

Suit Saeran

Day 5: Petunia - Resentment

Unknown

Day 6: Lilac - The first feeling of love/spring

Ray

Day 7: Hyacinth - Jealously

SE Saeran

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: Kitten Heels [Mystic Messenger]

[Image from ao3commentoftheday]

This was a mostly self indulgent fic I did back when I was big into Mystic Messenger and was writing Jumin into just about everything I did back then.

The basic idea was that MC wanted to learn how to walk in heels and Jumin is more than happy to indulge his new wife. Was kinda inspired from the Valentine’s After Stories. Didn’t get to the actual walking part, but this was fun to write nonetheless.

And the standard warnings also apply here. It’s raw and unedited text (judging by the meandering), plus it’s not finished (probably won’t be for a while). Basically just Juju fluff.

---------- In your entire life, never had you thought you would end up as you did. From the moment you both met the other in person to now being newlyweds back at home, everything had been a whirlwind for the past month or so. 

You also didn’t think you were the type to marry a guy you had only know for a little over a week. Didn’t stuff like that happen in fairy tales or trashy romance novels?

And yet, here you were, married to a very powerful businessman and living the life people could only dream of. 

You still pinched yourself sometimes, too.

And then there was your husband himself, a force of his own. Through your own soft heart, his was opened up little bit by little bit, giving him kind and encouraging words when his mind was full of chaos and turmoil. 

What was it that made him fall for someone like you, and especially so quickly? It was hard for you to figure out. You never thought of yourself as anyone particularly special, not especially pretty or talented, but Jumin never agreed with you on that.

If there was a word for it, you seemed to fascinate him, the way you saw it. You both were from different classes, practically different worlds. You were different to him, something he could figure out and act accordingly.

Not that you would admit it aloud, but.. Jumin was intriguing to you as well, in his own way. Something that you could puzzle out as well. Like, in the early ‘days’ of your marriage, he loved to spoil you rotten, especially with presents. Something that reminded him of you, something he thought you might like, anything you personally asked for was immediately given to you (Seven even joked that you should start asking for the most random and obscure things, just to see if he would get it.)

(You feared that he actually would and never were tempted). 

While it was incredibly sweet, the sheer volume of his presents, especially some of the bigger and more expensive items, was a little overwhelming at times. Even now, you were still surprised at how easy it was for Jumin to acquire things, things you used to see on TV and magazines that was a pipe dream to afford before, now Jumin could get for you by snapping his fingers.

It took only a little bit to realize that was just the way he knew how to express love. It was how he and his father expressed their familial love for each other, and how Jumin’s father expressed his love to his girlfriends. It was safe to assume this was how Jumin knew how to express it. 

Matter of fact, until you came along, you were almost convinced that was all that Jumin knew about expressing love and care, by giving the other person a gift or other forms of compensation. It explained his treatment of Jaehee and his other employees, anyway.  

And to you, the one who had opened up his heart and was the object of his affection, one or two simple gifts just weren’t enough to express how much you meant to him.

And no one could spoil his new wife quite like Jumin Han could, you were coming to find out. The sheer amount of presents he had gotten for you, including when you had just met the guy in person merely a day before, was enough to last you almost a lifetime, and you both had only been married barely a whole month.

That’s where you two were now, still living in his penthouse until your new house was finished and Jumin was giving you your first pair of heels. And not just any kind of heels. Expensive, of course, along with a modestly impressive heel. There wasn’t anything really frightening about them, they were beautiful, of course. 

You just never worn shoes with that much of a heel before, so you were a little anxious.

It didn’t help that you had been the one to ask for this, too. A particularly embarrassing photo shoot had both of you in a sour mood that day, when your height difference was brought to attention. 

Yes, you have quite the tall husband, and you loved him dearly, but you were just a few inches shorter than his Head Assistant, Jaehee, meaning he towered over you.

It had never bothered you before, but that day had been particularly sour and the ride home had been silent. Not quiet, but silent, neither of you feeling talkative.

Maybe it was your sour mood, maybe it was the long day where practically nothing went right, but you let it slip about wanting to learn how to walk in heels. 

This was also really your first time really asking something of him, not him thinking of something for you, but you literally asking something from him. You could have sworn you saw a spark fly through his eyes, something that usually only happened when he had a new idea for a cat-related project.

Thus you are brought back to the situation at hand, with Jumin presenting you a lovely pair of black heels. You swallowed just looking at them.

“It’s a little taller than what I’ve seen on the women at work, but not as outrageous as the ones I’ve seen my father’s girlfriends’ wear.” He explained as he sat you down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. “If it’s too much for you, I can find something with a shorter heel. The salesperson even recommended something called ‘kitten heels’ if this is too much.” He was smiling gently, as he tended to do when he was thinking about you or Elizabeth the Third.

“I had never thought of the idea of putting shoes on cats before, let alone kittens, but…”

You knew that was your cue to stop him from going any further. You could feel Jaehee screaming in agony from here. 

“I-I don’t they’d like that too much. You’ve seen how Elizabeth gets when she gets something on her paws she doesn’t like…”

He hums softly, carefully examining your raised foot with his long fingers, gingerly handling it as if he was examining delicate jewelry. 

“Maybe not on the front paws. Humans don’t wear shoes on their hands, after all.”

You could hear Jaehee screaming bloody murder now.

With one hand supporting your calf, his other hand worked on putting the heel on you, making sure it fit properly.

“Don’t they use their back paws to help in climbing? Putting on shoes would be as good as taking away their claws.”

He hummed in thought again, satisfied with his job on your foot. He was soon repeating the process on your other foot.

[majunju]

some more twt doodles of my angels and devils au

[hwqll]

all of these dating game au headers but still no dating game au post 😔

DJFJSHS when my brain capacity increases ill get to it :')

omg while i was typing my answer i got inspired within 20 seconds thank u mimi ur presence is so powerful

[wonillaa]

re played mystic messenger this week wanting an enha au 🙁

[anon-drabble]

a family lost ch 2

ch 1 | ch 3 |

okay! day 2! theme is caged | touched

if you couldn't tell, the plot really came for me today so i'm getting really excited about this week now! 👍 i have no idea for tomorrow though, since fairy tale and au are already here in this fic. 😂

anyways i hope you enjoy even though this au is overdone and cliche. it's hopefully still going to be a good read!

@juminweek2019

a03 | ko-fi | twitter

preview: 

The problem now was how would she ever find the kingdom where they hid the children they took? It certainly wasn't on a map. Other-worldly creatures had ways to hide, they possessed magic that the humans did not. And while humans were known for being stubborn and determined, that alone would not be magic enough to get her sister back. Then there was the added potential problem of getting out with her sister. There hadn't been a tale yet of a human who saw the fae's land and lived to tell of the experiences. But in addition to stubbornness and determination, MC had very little fear within her.

The problem now was how would she ever find the kingdom where they hid the children they took? It certainly wasn't on a map. Other-worldly creatures had ways to hide, they possessed magic that the humans did not. And while humans were known for being stubborn and determined, that alone would not be magic enough to get her sister back. Then there was the added potential problem of getting out with her sister. There hadn't been a tale yet of a human who saw the fae's land and lived to tell of the experiences. But in addition to stubbornness and determination, MC had very little fear within her. 

Getting in would not be a problem. She had an idea for that. Dangerous, foolhardy, and deadly. But an idea. You see, getting in would be all too easy. She promptly stood up, the two fae-folk still close enough that she could overhear them. And with pride and a loud voice, she announced her intentions in no uncertain tones. 

"The King must be weak indeed to employ such incompetents. Getting the children of my village back will be shamefully easy. Never have I heard of the once-proud fae being ruled by one so incompetent as your new king must be! He shall never make it to his next birthday!" 

Her words worked. The fae turned on her, and were upon her in a flash.She was gagged, blindfolded, and trussed before she could say another word. The important thing is that they didn't kill her outright. She heard them muttering but with all the things going on, she couldn't make out clear words. Something perhaps about "how?" and "the glow", but she expected it was likely the lantern in her possession. Fancy fire confounded them, perhaps. Next came the darkness. By that, I mean the being knocked unconscious. 

MC remained asleep for a long while. Was she tired or was the blow to her head that severe? Or maybe it was some sort of sleeping magic. Either way, when she awoke, she was certainly in another world. It almost looked to be underground. There was no light above and hardly any illumination at all. The plants around emitted a faint blue and green glow that illuminated the environment. The ground appeared to be stone, a gray color with veins that faintly glimmered like gems. The "ceiling" or maybe the sky, something dark and vast above her head, had many hanging plants. Some obviously carnivorous, waiting with open buds, dripping what was likely acid down below. Where the plant saliva pooled, strange-looking fungus grew. It appeared soft and cushioned like moss but upon a closer look, the individual leafs were razor-tipped mushrooms. Touching one would likely instantly cut her skin. Perhaps poison her as well. She found herself to be grateful to be in a cage as it seemed to be the safest spot for a human. 

"Behind you," a voice said as her eyes were still taking in her surroundings. But she turned. Upon what was painfully obviously a throne sat what looked like a young man. Jet black hair, a very human appearance, except for his piercing eyes that felt far more magical than any other aspect. Or so she thought until he spoke again. His voice remained low, deep, but it reverberated within her. It compelled her to strain her ears to pick up every sound he made. The voice and the sound forced her to turn her entire attention to him and to notice nothing else. And she felt herself sway. Not physically but mentally. Like she was being made to obey his words. Like she might forget her original mission to save her sister and instead remain the servant of the owner of that voice. 

"The King of the fae-folk, I assume." Her voice cracked, though she tried to sound brave and confident. 

"I am. It has been a many long eons since I have seen your kind," he replied. His voice sounded neutral but his words confused her. 

"A human? Don't be silly, your kind has been stealing from us for years! You took my sister from me! Don't tell me you've never seen a human,"' she huffed, her anger making her eyes flash. 

He blinked, the first sign of, well, any sense that he wasn't bored to tears. "I understand. You do not but I will not shed any light on this matter for you. I may have commanded my kind to take your sister. You believe you can rescue her?" he asked and she felt her confidence waver as his voice settled over her. That cloud of obedience threatening to blind her to everything else. 

She shook her head, struggling to keep her mind clear of his influence. "Yes. I can outsmart some wannabe king who doesn't know what he's doing." 

He didn't react to her insults. "Mm, yes, you're very intimidating in that cage. But there is something perhaps dangerously beautiful about a creature caged as you are. I am in need of a wife." He stood and approached her cage slowly, like a predator cornering its prey. "Perhaps I will just keep you here. A thrall from the king will never wear off." He leaned close to the cage, his deep eyes boring holes into her. "You'd never think of escape again."

She felt shivers run down her spine. She had no doubt he could do exactly what he said. What she did doubt for the first time was her ability to get her sister back without losing something else in the process. "W-Wouldn't it be terribly beneath you to have a human for a queen?" she croaked, her voice betraying her fear. 

"Indeed. It would be," he said, though he didn't back off, instead holding her gaze. He knew something she didn't, probably many things she didn't know. She hated not knowing, and hated the power he had without even trying. 

"It would be terribly beneath me to marry the likes of you, even in a forced marriage," she managed to spit, her bravado flaring up and flickering out almost immediately. 

But his eyes flashed with anger and he turned and left her alone without another word. Alone in her cage. That was what she wanted but she suddenly felt so empty and defeated. She fell to her knees, put her head in her hands, and tried to force every trace of him outside of her. The cage would be far easier to escape than he would be, she knew. His presence was strong, terrifying, and seductive. She'd heard of humans going made from a fae's magic. Was this what that was? Or was it something more? One of the many things she didn't understand?

[jafndaegur]

Overwhelmed

Jumin and MC | University AU

Your feet staggered down the linoleum hall and you weren’t sure exactly why you were going this way. As you passed the standard assortment of both students and professors sifting through papers as the walked on, you found you couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. You couldn’t even cast your gaze at their faces. Instead you kept your sight planted firmly on the next footsteps ahead as you made your way to your professor’s office. Your hands trembled as you hid them within the pockets of your sweatshirt. Mind in shambles, situation fresh in your mind, you knew you were not in the right state of mind to be doing this. You couldn’t be doing this.

But he was always the one person you risked ridicule for going to office hours. All you wanted now was one glance at the calm of his slate grey eyes and then you would be on your way. No healing could be resolved with just a man’s look, but you liked to convince yourself that his might help you at least forget the pain.

You peeked into the cubit, a faint smile trying to dust its way onto your expression when you saw him. He was hyper focused on an email, his hands typing furiously away on the keyboard as his nose scrunched just a bit as he muttered to himself. His dark feathered hair fluffed at the back as if he had been resting his head too long on the back of his chair, but other than that—his dark suit and deep blue tie—were all but immaculate. Despite his intense concentration on the task before him, there was a serene grace in every micro-movement of his fingers and every subtle bunch and relaxation of his shoulders.

Content with your one brief look-over, you began to turn when you heard the wheels of his office chair squeak.

A brief moment of pause lilted through the air as you slowly tilted your head to meet his look of surprise quickly masked by a calm expression and pursed lips.

“Ms. MC, how may I help you?” He asked, neatly folding his hands on his desk.

A sudden twinge of panic surged through your stomach. You weren’t supposed to talk to him. “Professor Han...I just came to say hello.”

Jumin Han’s brow raised and for a brief moment you thought you detected a smirk on his face. But the apparition dissipated and instead there was a mild look of distaste. He leaned back in his chair. “You understand how I feel about idle small talk.”  

“I know,” you scratched the back of your head, feeling your heart surge to your throat and the wet heat prick at the corners of your eyes. No, no, no, not now. “I’ll be on my way then. I’m sorry for wasting your time, I don’t know what I was doing.”

There was that loud squeak and you felt your throat constrict as he stood. “You’re already here Ms. MC, we might as well go over any questions you may have for your literature final tomorrow.”

“I can’t.” The denial was bitter on your tongue, as if you could deny the man who had helped you achieve success all the way through your freshman year. But you were a second away from unraveling, and you didn’t want him to tangle in the mess of knots that you were.

His eyes looked you from head to toe and you were suddenly self-conscious of your baggy sweatpants and your senior-year hoodie.

“Let me make some tea,” he spoke suddenly. “I myself am not much of a tea person—for relaxing, wine is far my preference. However, given the circumstance of our location and the fact that I only have a kettle, I believe some green tea will be far more fitting.”

Pressing his hand onto the door of his office, he gave a small gesture that beckoned you in. Your feet followed the path he made, even when you told yourself not to follow. Still you sat down in the chair at his desk while he closed his door and watched as he started the instant water kettle. A soft, tenor hum reverberated from his chest as he pulled out a pair of mugs and a few teabags.

“I don’t have any sweetner,” he apologized. “I am not overly fond of sugarcoating things.”

You couldn’t answer him as you fiddled with the loose thread along the hem pocket hem of your sweater.

The sound of water and steam floated through the office. Your eyelashes fluttered and your eyelids closed for just a moment. Rocking back and forth amidst the scent of hot tea and the sound of your professor’s calm tone was enough to lilt you close to the edge of sleep. Something you hadn’t had in days.

When you opened your eyes, a hot steaming mug sat on the desk in front of you. Jumin’s hand gently patted the top of your head, and his eyes were half-hooded with a soft tenderness. He gave you a calm smile.

“Why don’t you tell me about your week?” His fingers gently stroked along the crown of your head as you relented and sobbed.

[yotsubanoclover]

First Meeting (Saeran x Reader High School AU)

When was the last time... someone smiled at me so beautifully?

Entry for @saeranchoiweek day 2 - School Life

Saeran could feel everyone staring at him, their judgments, from the first time he stepped into the room. Their eyes are piercing him, as if layering him one by one, to the darkest, deepest part of his aching heart - as if they have discovered everything about him, he cannot help feeling naked in front of the small crowd.

Yet it hasn’t even been five minutes since he entered.

Already he can hear the whispers, the murmurs - each and everyone of them is about him, each and every one of them full of lies.

Isn’t he the violent guy on the news?

Even his hair is striking red!

Oh my God, he’s glaring!

We have to be careful of him if we don’t want to get hurt...

How can he be so different from his father?

Why hasn’t the prime minister disown him?

Well - perhaps not entirely.

This is his third time moving schools this year after getting expelled from the first one, and then the second one. Both times for the same reason - no one wanted to be around a violent delinquent who had been charged for assault. This school - a barely known public high school in the countryside - is the last place which accepts him, or so he’s been told.

His mother made it clear as she stared down at him with glaring eyes. If you mess up again this time, you’re out - both from the school and this house!

When he made his introduction - why should I bother? - his voice didn’t give out anything, and neither did his expressionless face. “My name is Saeran Choi. Nice to meet you.”

Saeran can’t remember what had gotten into him the day of the accident; after mending the flowers in the school garden, he felt like going out of his usual route back to the classroom by passing through the back alley. He might’ve been looking for Saeyoung, who frequented the back alley during break time more than anyone else would - but his memory on that part is somehow a bit hazy.

He was about to turn to the alley when he heard a scream. A young girl’s voice. What he found, as it later turns out, was nothing unusual. But for him, who always spent his time either in the garden or the library, it was a first. He saw that the girl, who he didn’t even recognize, was cornered by, of all people, the student council president. He would’ve turned back, assuming the President was just giving her a warning for a violation of school regulations, if not for what he heard next.

“Do you have death wish? Huh? I gave you the fucking money! Just get off the high horse and submit to me, you worthless scum!

“It’s not like this is your first time, anyway.”

It was as if his body moved by itself - pushing the President away from the girl, Saeran quickly aimed for his jaw, breaking his opponent’s balance, while standing in front of the girl, arms raised in a protective position. Not expecting an attack, his opponent nearly fell and his back hit the wall with a loud bump. When he got his composure back, Saeran saw that the President’s jaw was bloodied, perhaps even broken.

He still saw it in his dream to this day - the glint of his opponent’s clear blue eyes as he stared at him, full of rage. “You messed with the wrong person, Mr. Choi. And I’ll make sure you’ll pay the price.”

The next thing he knew, he was brought into a trial and charged for an assault. Not even the fact that Saeran was the prime minister’s child could protect him; worse, he got expelled and disowned, separated from his older brother - although the latter was kept a secret from the public - it was all but a perfect scheme in order to keep the prime minister’s “good, familial man” image. People praised him, commended him for caring for his son despite his nearly tarnished name.

Meanwhile, Saeran was nothing but a trash, who didn’t even get the chance to defend himself. A trash who had been left alone to rot. A trash who had lost his place anywhere.

The whispers do not stop, even getting louder as Saeran walks to his chair by the window, at the very back.

It’s the same everywhere - I wish they would just get rid of me. I wish I could just disappear.

“Saeran, was it?” He looks up at the voice calling his name. It was the girl sitting right in front of him - she turns her body to his direction, her long brownish hair swaying as she moves. Her sparkling brown eyes stare at him with curiosity - in contrast to everyone else, who usually would dart their eyes away from him. Her voice is clear and unusually cheerful - in contrast to the cold remarks he has been getting.

But it was her smile - the slight curve of her pinkish lips - which surprises him the most.

When was the last time... someone smiled at me so beautifully?

She takes his right hand to a shake, telling him her name. “Nice to meet you! I’m sure we can be good friends!”

A/N: Thank you for reading! In this AU, Saeran and Saeyoung are legitimate children of the prime minister. I didn’t intend it like that, but this can be considered a prequel of “The First Kiss,” which can be found here. ^^

Saeran Week Entries: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

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[thirstyfortom]

Oh yeah,I like it! So I hope you guys like this too! ^^

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL

High School AU: Making a popular MC notice them

Zen

He’s pretty popular too, he also got a lot of gifts

So he has some idea on what he would like to get from you if you plan to confess to him on Valentine’s Day, and he’s going to use this to stand out from all the confessions you’ll be getting

He passes by your classroom, your desk stuffed with gifts and cards.

A guitar on his hands, he sits in one of the desks and starts serenading you.

Everybody stares at him, including you.

“Zen! What… what are you doing?” “Well, I thought you would have a hard time reading all the cards, so I decided to help you by singing what I wrote.”

You blush hard and thank him when he hands you his card and a rose, smirking when the other people realize this is already a lost battle for them.

 Yoosung

He was determined to hand you his card and, if things went well, make some small talk

But as soon as he steps into the classroom, he sees this wave of people over your desk… CRAP!

He’s not defeated, his sister helped him create a lethal weapon that no girl would resist.

 A delicious smell invades the classroom and it’s coming from his desk, it’s the handmade chocolate he did.

“That smells really nice.” You comment from your own desk and smiling. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Y-yes, my sister helped me.” “Ahhh, that’s really cute!”

“No, you’re really cute, MC… Happy Valentine’s Day…” he walks towards you, places the chocolate box on your desk and gets back to his seat, feeling the nape of his neck burning with all the jealous looks.

Well, doesn’t matter… because when he looks over his shoulder, he sees you taking the card that came along with the chocolates.

 Jaehee

She knows how popular you are, so this is no surprise, really

But still, she had some hope that her gift would stand out… oh well… she’ll just hand it to you and hope that you find the time to take a look

But when people notice their presence, they immediately disperse away from our desk and go back to your seats, looking at her in fear

 “Ohh, hall monitor is here…” “I heard she also does judo and flips everybody who doesn’t behave…” she hears the murmurs. For real? Are people that intimidated by her hall monitor armband?

Okay…the judo flips is the most nonsense thing she ever heard, but… this could work on her favor.

So she calmly walks to your desk and places her card and chocolate box on it, smiling sweetly so you won’t get scared too.

 “Jaehee…?” “I might be abusing my authority a little, but can you forgive me since it’s Valentine’s Day?” she wants to melt by the way you nod and smile, thanking her for her gifts.

But this sweetness is exclusive to you, as she passes by the other students giving them a cold glare.

 Jumin

It’s hard not to glare at all these people gathered around your desk

Good thing he already knew this was happening, so he had a plan, and a quite risky one.

He walks inside the classroom, followed by one of the hall monitors.

 “Mr. Jumin, you can’t bring animals to school! It’s just-“ “It will be quick, don’t worry…”

Now everybody is looking at him… holding a little kitty in his hands.

He walks towards your desk. “He name is Elizabeth. She has a special message for you.” And points to her collar.

That is actually a bracelet with a card attached to it. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the principal’s office.”

He doesn’t care, he never did anything wrong, so the principal will let him get away. Plus, seeing you wearing the bracelet during recess would make everything worth it.

Saeyoung

Actually, he was hoping that you would have a lot of people after you today

That way he could put this awesome plan he had into action

He checks your desk one more time before smirking and going to the principal’s office, where they keep the school’s sound system.

“Miss MC, please head to the principal’s office. Miss MC, please head to the principal’s office.”

You’re scared to shit as you walk to the principal’s office, only to find him with a huge chocolate box and a card.

“Saeyoung, you…! I thought I was in trouble!” “Oh, you’re not, but I definitely will be for invading the principal’s room like that.

“But guess what? You’re worth the trouble. Happy Valentine’s Day!” he smiles as you blush.

And yeah, he’s probably going to detention, but he couldn’t care less when he gets a text from you saying you’ll wait for him after he gets out of there.

Jihyun

He’s glad that he’s not the only one to see how amazing you are

But he’s not happy for having this much competition…

Like, too much competition, he’s feeling very intimidated.

But that soon fades away when he sees you having a hard time carrying all the presents to you locker

 He promptly goes to help you, taking a few gifts from your hands and smiling when he gains a relieved smile from you.

“You definitely got a lot for today, huh?” he tries not to sound salty when you guys get to your locker, but he knows it’s a complete fail.

 “Yes, I’m flattered, but… this sure is a lot!” “Yes… and I hope you don’t mind one more… from me.” He blushes handing you his card.

“Not at all, I was… waiting for yours the most…” both of you blush, but he can’t hold his smug smile back.

Saeran

He sees that there’s basically a line next to your desk and freezes

Yeah, no way he’s  getting into that line, you probably won’t even notice him, anyway…

He groans in frustration as he turns around, motioning to walk away… but he loses balance and falls

OH MY GOD! Everybody is looking at him, including… you…

“Saeran, are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…”

“Are you sure? It seems like you scratched your arm.” You point, and he tries to hide it, but you’re already next to him, helping him get up and taking him to the nurse office.

 “You didn’t have to come with me.” “Oh, I was just worried, plus… it’s good to get away from the crowd a little… I-I mean… it’s not that I’m taking what happened to you to get away, I… I just couldn’t let you alone… and… well, I wanted to be alone with you so you would give me the card you have for me.” You smile playfully, pointing to the paper sticking out of his pocket.

He’s still embarrassed when you help him clean his scratch, but… he’s so glad you’re here with him…