#mystic messenger zen fanfic

[felixaha]

if possible, can u write zen (mystic messenger) x intersex male reader? any scenario is fine :)

“My Darling”

HEELLLOOO okay i dont know a lot abt zen so i had to do a lotta research anddd abt the intersex reader too BUTT I TRIED MY BEST PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I DID SMTH WRONG!! 😭😭😭

ps : its 3 am and im half asleep hahah.. the grammar might not be.. correct. and i just broke up w my boyfriend so it may not be long i truly apologize ;(

𖦹₊ ⊹ zen x intersex!m!reader , fluff , not a lot of warnings

you and zen going on dates.

zen’s eyes landed on you, eyes sparkling when he found you sitting alone in the park. “oh, hey!”

his face beamed, finally he had an opportunity to be with you.. alone.

“zen? what are you doing out here?” you raise a brow, letting him sit beside you as he rests his head on your shoulder. “i missed you.”

he hums, clingy as usual as he lifted you up on his lap, burying his head on your neck. “aww, really? thats cute!”

he had soften up, humming as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you extremely closer. “finally i can have some alone time with you..”

he purred, your hand stroking his hair as you kiss his forehead. “yeah? you wanna go out?”

his eyes sparkled, smiling widely as he looked up at you like a kid who had just gotten asked if he wanted candy. “yes!!”

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he watched you admire the fishes in the aquarium, a small smile plastered on his face as he hums.

“look! its so pretty!”

“yeah.. very pretty.”

he stared at you, eyes loving as he lets out a sigh before walking towards you and looked at the direction you pointed at.

“huh, a shark? thats so cool!”

he exclaimed, his attention now on sharks as you laugh at his reaction, heart skipping a beat at the way he admired them.

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he licked his ice cream, eyes plastered on the sun go down as the water washed your feets. “i had a great time today.”

his heart fluttered, glancing at you with a shy smile on his face. “really? even after you almost getting stinged by a stringray?”

you laugh, shaking your head as you playfully hit his shoulder. “heyy!! its your fault you know!” you pout.

he whined, rolling his eyes playfully as he let out a giggle. “nuhuh! i dont know what youre talking about!”

[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[taes-kookie-blog]

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS REACT TO YOU SAYING 'IM PREGNANT'

POV you tell the characters you're pregnant as a prank...

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YOOSUNG

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Yoosung: WHAAAA?!?!??!!

Yoosung: Y/N we're too young to have a baby!!!! Yoosung: Ah, I mean, your body your choice! T_T I didn't mean it like that!!!!! Yoosung: We'll figure this outtogethre

Yoosung: Sorry playinf LOLOL hold on

Yoosung: SEVEN Y/N'S PREGNANT IM FREAKIGN OIUT

Yoosung: AHHHHH WRONGPERSON Y/N IMSORRY

Y/N: It's a prank ㅋㅋㅋ

Yoosung: Y/NNNN YOU SCARED ME T_T

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JUMIN

Y/N: I'm pregnant....

Jumin: Thank you for contacting Jumin Han. This is an automated response. He will get back to you shortly.

*17 hours later* Jumin: Y/N, I got the message.

Jumin: I've arranged for you to move in immediately, whether we share a room or not is up to you.

Jumin: My driver is on the way to you now, don't stress about packing your belongings. I can organize to have them delivered.

Jumin: We can discuss this further once you're here safe. In the meantime, I'll arrange a meeting with my father to discuss marriage arrangements.

Y/N: It was a prank....

Jumin: *read*

Jumin: *4 hours later* That wasn't funny, Y/N. Please stop hanging around Yoosung and 707.

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707

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

707: lolololol

707: really? what should we name it~

707: lolol how about a mix of our names? like renesmee in twilight

707: u think u can blend honey buddha chips to make baby food?~

Y/N: It was a prank...

707: i know. LOLOLOL

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ZEN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

*12 missed calls*

Zen: Y/N????

Zen: Y/N, are you serious? haha;;

Zen: I'll be in a scandal... aish...

Zen: Our child might break the internet with its good looks. lol

Zen: You keeping it?

Y/N: It was a prank....

Zen: Heol;; Y/N, I was about to text my publicist;;

Zen: I guess it's a good thing. Our child would be too beautiful for the world to handle~ lol

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JAEHEE

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Jaehee: What?

Jaehee: Hm.

Jaehee: Y/N, we never spoke about raising a child. Why so sudden?

Jaehee: My work hours are long these days, I'm not sure if I can handle a child so suddenly like this. Ah;;

Jaehee: Do you plan on being a stay at home mother? I don't see another way for this to work.

Y/N: It was a prank...

Jaehee: Ah..... Y/N, you shouldn't scare me like that... I'm so tired I thought I was imagining things..;;

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SAERAN

Y/N: I'm pregnant...

Saeran: HAH.... pregnant...

Saeran: Is that true, pet...?

Saeran: I'll have Rika bring in something to fix this.

Saeran: It's no good to have a pregnant toy, is it? This was supposed to be a last resort.. hah

Saeran: *comes in and kicks ur stomach to abort the baby*

Y/N: *coughs up blood* it.. it was a prank...

Saeran: A prank? HAH........ Hah... when did my toy get so mischevious.... I think I'll punish you for this... *locks the door*

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Enjoy dear please send requests in inbox ok thank you~

[sleepyanxi]

Does anyone need fic recs? This is just from 2024 BTW, that's how much fanfic I consume in a year. I got (mostly) MHA (seriously, i can recommend hundreds of MHA fics), JJK, HP, a few DCs, mostly DC x Danny Phantom or Spiderman, and some Mystic Messenger

[serede986]

Boyfriend Jumin HCs~

Gets you a bouquet of roses on every date. When he first saw your excitement on receiving the first bouquet, he got addicted to your happiness, although he refuses to accept it.

Speaking of dates, he arrives exactly 30 minutes before meet-up time. You're not aware of it, so shhh.

He is learning new breakfast recipes from the chef for whenever you stay over. He would wake up early, and prepare to serve you breakfast in bed.

Matching pajamas are ordered for you, him and Elizabeth the third.

Drops Elizabeth in your care, whenever he's out for a business trip and he can't take you with him. He trusts you and no one else.

Neatly folds your clothes and keep it next to his, whenever you visit him for a few days or travel with him.

Will take your advice over every new merger his company makes.

Is obsessed with your voice. He'll listen to you talk for so long, you think he's not invested in your topic of conversation. But believe me, he is. Imagine that love struck look on him.

Loves it when you put his head on your lap and play with his hair or massage his scalp. Count to 100 and he'll be out in a deep sleep.

Kisses your forehead every time one of you leave to part ways.

Will read every favorite romance book of yours, just to learn how to swoon you.

"Elizabeth the third, we need to talk about when your mother comes over. You're precious to me, and so is your mother. But your mother has taken the first place in my heart."

[myslibrary]

Scenario: RFA reacting to Break ups (Angst)

Zen:

• Zen was out past the usual time..again. You sat in the living room with only the fridge humming loudly and the murmurs of the TV. Over thinking made it harder to process a true thought.

• You checked the wall clock only to see it was 3 AM. You frowned a bit. All day you were sick, but for some reason it seemed he had more on his agenda than to stay home. The TV became louder, which grabbed your attention in confusion

“Scandal?? Actor Zen found hanging out with New Actress a/n, getting too friendly in public! witnesses say Zen was ‘all over her’ behind a coffee shop new couple?!? What will this do to his career!”

•  The sound of the TV struck a cord in your throat. Your frown became stronger as your heart began to sink. 

• Your hands quickly went to your phone as your breath became to hitch, Looking all over social media was a nightmare you once dreamed of. She was so...Pretty. Your eyes stung and water went down your cheeks warmly

• Just then the door opens and out comes an irritated man. His brows were furrowed as he walked in, rubbing his shoulder. He said nothing to you.

• Just then your eyes shot up to the man, “Where have you been?” He looked over at you and his frown dropped to worrisome. “what do you mean...” His voice began to decline as he glared at the tv then to your phone. it was a picture of him with his arm around another women.

• He just scoffs and smiles,” C’mon. You don’t really believe that do you. It’s happened before. They’re just scan-” You immediately cut him off  “They were never this late.”  You stood up and began to walk to your all's room. taken aback, he snaps,” What so you believe the media and not me? It’s not like i had sex with her. I wasn’t with her tonight.”

• Your whole body froze. His words sent cold shivers down your back. “excuse me? Zen of course they would think women you are out with are yours. You rarely take me out anymore...so maybe I do believe so.” Your brows began to furrow as you yelled and cried. He stood there motionless. “Mc..Its not true..”

• You rushed into the room, grabbing a bag. It was late, you had no where to go but all that mattered was you’re out. “Where are you going? Mc?! Stop! You’re not going anywhere!” He quickly grabbed your hips. You turned around and smacked him. “If you cant tell me where you were then i can’t be here.”

• You could see the mans body exhale with a sigh. “Alright...I was out with her. But it wasn’t like that I swear. She’s just casted in the same production as me. please believe me.” His voice shook. Frowning he tried grabbing your hand, as he got closer you smelt feminine body spray. “I can’t i’m sorry. I need to go.”

Yoosung: 

• It was close to when Yoosung would be home from school. You thought you would surprise him, since he has been stressed about his exams. You both have been arguing for the past few days, but you decided to put that behind you. 

• As you waited on the couch, your eyes began to wonder around the room, holding a mug you got him for his hard work, when you heard the door. He looked stressed?

• You offered a hello and he just smiled a bit, rose his brows and walked to his bedroom. “Uhm. Yoosung, are you okay?” All you got back was a groan.

• “what are you doing here? You said you would be busy.” Yoosung continued, “You didn’t have to come. You know I’m also busy.” Your smile immediately dropped. 

• “Oh. You were having a bad week, so I thought hanging could change that.” Your eyes fell to the floor, embarrassed. “Well. I’m busy.” It seemed your emotions didn’t phase him. His eyes stuck on you seemingly waiting for you to leave.

• “Yoosung, you’ve been avoiding me. What is wrong? Can we please talk.” He scuffed at your question, brows furrowed, while his eyes crawled to the wall, hesitant on his next words. He threw his backpack at his bed with frustration and sighed.

• “I’m not sure-” He froze, “If this is what I want. Okay? There’s your answer. I have too much going on.” The air became cold and surrounded you. All you could do was hold your breath, You didn’t want to move at all.

• “What did you expect from me then Yoosung. Answer that. Did you expect me to be just like Rika? Is this what it’s about. “ Your voice began to rise a bit as your eyes stabbed his face with betrayal.

• “I think you should go, y/n.” He glared. “No! I won’t just go. Answer my question!” You hiccupped a bit as he stayed quiet.

• “Fine. Here. Good job on your exams. I came here to fix things, because I miss you. But I'll take the hint” you sat the mug down sternly on his desk. It didn’t break. Yoosung's rage grew in a smooth, yet fast way. With red entering his vision, He threw it at something aggressively in front of you, causing it to bust, with a shard lightly slicing your cheek.

•  Your eyes grew wide with freight. Your hand lightly clasped your own cheek as blood began to pour out of the cracks of your fingers a bit. You looked down at your hand, silently crying in confusion. “Y/n...” Yoosung then began to realize what he said to you, and what he did. He grew with shock. “What is WRONG with you..” you get a sigh out.

• “ I did nothing but cheer for you. I was the only one TRULY supporting you! And this is what i get. Rika couldn’t even be there for you. Don’t come back looking for the one who was really there for you out of everyone.” All you could do was get a laugh of air out. “I’m sorry.” All he could do was sit there, staring at you. 

• “I told you already to not look for someone’s shadow from me. You lied. didn’t you.” He just sat there, avoidant to eye contact. “If that’s how it is, have it your way. I’ll be out of your way like you wanted.” 

Jaehee:

•You and Jaehee were at the cafe counting the drawers at the end of the night. You finished counting the drawer she handled that day and waited patiently. Just passing the time watching her.

• You notice her itch the back of her neck as she sighs, “Uhh, is something wrong..?” You question the brunette sitting in front of you.

• “I felt you could have been more interactive with the store today.” There was a sudden pause of tense silence,” That’s all.” You felt overlooked by 100. With any reply to come out, it had to be a quiet dramatic gasp.

• “Jaehee, Please tell me you’re just messing around. Did you not see any of the projects or cleaning I have done this week alone? Where is this coming from?” You stood up, now looking down at her.

• “Correct me if I'm wrong, but these projects and this ‘cleaning’ you’re telling me about, these were all things I've asked you to do. I had to tell you to do these things.” Jaehee folds the envelope and closes the safe.

• “I wish you would pull your weight.” She walks out of the room as you trail behind her. “Excuse me? When we started this together, we both came to an agreement about doing what I can while hosting the parties.”

• “I’m sorry, I thought being my partner, you would see when I'm having issues handling this on my own.” Jaehee argues, her heels clicking on the wood was the only sound filling the cafe.

• You had no other choice but to sit in your confusion and pity. “Well,” You quietly responded,” What happened to communicating. I cannot read your mind.”

• “Yeah, I think we made that clear.” You were unsure as to why she was so upset about this situation. “Jaehee, can you stop walking away from me and talk to me!” You grab at her arm and she pulls away to look at you.

• “This isn’t the only thing I feel alone in. I feel alone in this too. Us.” You eyes went wide. You were not expecting this situation. Your heart was trying its best to explode from your chest.

• “What do you mean,” All she could do was keep quiet,” What have I done for you to feel this way? I have given my ALL for you. Jaehee, where is this coming from?” Your eyebrows furrow, with your rage spewing in all different directions. “What are you trying to say to me? That I have done NOTHING for us?” Words just kept coming out from you due to based confusion.

• “ Have I not spent countless nights hearing you cry on the phone about how much you were in pain at your old job? Was I not the one holding your hand when you got the keys for this place? What have I not done for you? Look,”

•  All Jaehee could do was look down, avoiding eye contact, “If i can’t give you what you need, when I’ve gone to the literal ends of earth for you, I personally don't know what else you expect from me.”

• You Stomp past her as she quickly races after you.

Jumin:

• The time you had spent with Jumin was always cherished. But recently, You have felt the resistance from him seeing you. All the dates you’ve planned have gone unattended by him. Bed times now were spent alone. Almost seemed as if he was avoiding you.

• The worst fear you could ever imagine may becoming alive. The tall stoic man walks into the door, quite early. His eyes follow your figure as you bounce off the couch. His emotionless face tells all. You slowly walk towards him as your smile carries the same speed as you move. 

• “Welcome home, Honey.” You grabbed his jacket, “Hello.” You stand waiting for a kiss to your head, but he quickly caresses your cheek and just walks past you to his home office. “Jumin. I’m concerned about something important...” He sighs holding his face, looking at you, “And what could that be?” 

• “Are you getting bored of me?” The man only looks at you in confusion, “No. I just have a life of my own, Knowing beforehand i thought you would understand that.” You frown from his rejecting response. “Babe, That’s not the answer i wanted...” 

• “Did you want me to lie?’” His chair swivels around to his computer. All you could do was scuff in disbelief. “Well You haven’t made the effort to see me recently. I try but it seems you just reject any invitation.” You walk around his desk to see his face, but as you do he went to stand.

• Now he is looming over you, coldly. “Don’t you see I am busy. It is because I have important priorities at this moment to attend to. I will not let anything unbeneficial disrupt my work.” He places his large hands on your shoulders to move you aside. 

• “What am I to you then? Why wont you face me?” You shout as he walks away from you. “I already told you. I recommend understanding.” You could only feel your heart break with rage. After every night losing sleep of this man crying vulnerably in your arms about his situations, to diss you as an assistant. 

• “Turn to me and look me in the eyes. Then I will believe you.” He stops in the door way, sighs, and turns around. Jumin Han, CEO, was now standing 8 inches away from you, again looking down at you coldly. “You’re not benefiting me. I have more important matters to attend to than this useless conversation. 

• Maybe he was having an unbearably rough day, but this did not justify his cold words to you. “Then find benefits with this unimportant piece of silver.” You plunge your ring into his chest. Jumin reaches for his chest as he exchanges the ring, refusing to let it drop to the floor. 

• This man just stood there, listening to your heels clatter on the marble flooring. He already acknowledge his words were inexcusable. instead of following you, begging, he let you walk away, as he felt defeated by the sight of your ring in his hand, not sure how to assess his own burnt bridge.

Seven: 

• Your relationship with seven was a rough one. There was a point where you felt nothing for the man, but you hoped it was only temporary, maybe it was love but you were slowly giving up. You both would argue and try to keep things together

• A small argument turns into a loud boisterous screaming match typically. But you thought things were okay between each other. Earlier in the day you both were in each others arms giggling about the little things.

• His job was having a party for the spies in the company, You were standing by the buffet sipping your wine thinking to yourself. You eyes can’t help but wander and search for your ginger haired husband. 

• Your eyes were struck by a sudden heart drop of a scene. A female co-worker rubbing up his arm. You can’t honestly tell if he’s enjoying it or trying to avoid it, All you knew was the filling rage in your face. 

• You walk up to the two, “uhm excuse me, could you please stop...?” You grabbed the girls hand and she just looks at you. “uhm, Seven who is this?” The co-worker genuinely looked confused. You were loss of words. “What? I’m his wife.” You pull your hand up and show her the ring. 

• “Oh, he never told me he had a wife.” Her eyes were wide at the sight of a ring. “Oh really.” Seven felt his eyes being stabbed out by yours. Your mind was full of enraging questions for the man. All you could objectively feel was hurt and heartbreak.

• “I mean why would he have to. don’t you see the-” You pull up his hand and it appears to be clean of any ring of commitment. Once you notice, your eyebrows raise in sheer shock and disappointment. “Seven. Where is your ring?” The girl laughs at your reaction.

• “I haven’t seen him wear a ring to work. Odd.” She walks away, leaving you humiliated. “Why aren’t you wearing it. Does this-” Seven immediately cuts you off, “Chill out, Its not a big deal. buzz off okay? Quit making a scene.” You just nod to his request take a small sip off your wine and launch the rest at his chest while smashing the glass on the floor, which slices a small sliver of your tights.

• Now, EVERYONE is looking at you too. “What the fuck..” He looks down in shock speaking quietly. “I’m done with this. Put this where yours is, because I'm not wearing mine anymore either.” you drop it on the floor. 

• “You’re just embarrassing yourself, Y/N.” Seven complains, not letting his emotions show, refusing to see his pride struck. shaking his vest the best he can. “No, I believe you have embarrassed yourself. This is not benefiting me anymore. I’ve done above and beyond for you and you play the role of being single at work. Don’t think you’ll see me when you get back.” Your intuition tells you to just walk away without responding to his call backs.

[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.

[shewrotesomething]

The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You (Zen)

Despite his confident demeanor, Zen had plenty of insecurities about his looks. After all, years of verbal abuse won’t disappear overnight. 

No matter how many times he would tell everyone he was perfection embodied, a little snake in his head would always tell him he’s just fooling himself. That all along, his parents had been right and he was on the wrong path. 

These fears will never be voiced, especially not in front of you. 

Even on the days he would ask you, “Jagiya, isn’t your boyfriend especially beautiful today?” and you’d look at him with a delighted smile, that snake would come slithering into his head a few moments later.

There was a day, however, when that voice… Well, it wasn’t silenced completely, but at the very least, it gave him a foothold for bad days.

He still remembered that morning. It was a particularly warm day. He had rehearsals for a movie, and you were off to meet with an old classmate.

“I mean, do you really have to go?” he asked.

You were in the mirror, fixing your hair. “Hyun, it’s not a date. It’s business. He has a fiance for crying out loud!” you shouted with a chuckle.

“You can never tell until the knot is tied… and even if it is you can’t.”

You looked over to him with half a glare. “Our party is in a month and he has excellent connections. Connections that will make excellent guests.”

That was exactly why he felt uneasy about it. If he had excellent connections, he’s probably a rich businessman who’s got a way with words.

“It’s going to be an hour tops and then I’ll drop by your set. We can have dinner together.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely,” you said, sealing the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

And so, you two went off to your own businesses. 

It was strange though. He knew it would take you more than an hour to get to the set, but he didn’t expect you to be 3 hours late. Besides, whenever you were going to be late for anything, you never failed to update him.

The director called a wrap and so he called you. You didn't answer. He called and called and called. Each time that your phone went into voicemail, he was growing more paranoid. 

What if… you enjoyed your childhood friend company too much?

All those promises he said after the incident. That he’d protect you. That you were the most important thing to him. That he wanted nothing more than to be with you. That his biggest fear would be for you to disappear… What if that was coming true today?

Stay calm. Your phone could be faulty, out of battery, you could be at home.

He was about to rush home when one of his co-star’s personal assistant’s stopped him.

“Thank goodness I caught you.”

“I’m kind of busy, what is it?” he asked, a bit too harshly.

“The hospital called us, they said your partner was in an accident, they’ve been trying to reach you but they don’t exactly know how.”

He took a cab to the hospital immediately fearing the worst. Hating himself even more to even consider that you were off having fun with someone else.

“Ah yes. There’s no need to worry. There was a collision with a biker and resulting in a dislocated kneecap but the doctors were able to fix it with no problem. The anesthesia is wearing off so go ahead.”

And he did. There you laid on the bed talking to one of the nurses. The nurse had a smile on her face.

“All I’m saying is… like… you know like fruit? Yeah… like, if fruit takes like...like... more than 2... if it takes a lot of steps for you to do the thing, what do you do?”

“You eat it?” asked the nurse.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah. That. If it takes more than like… yeah 2 steps to get to good stuff. Not fruit… It's bad fruit.

The nurse spotted him. “I think someone is here to see you,” she walked towards him. “Just a heads up. Anesthesia has a way of making people a bit too honest,” she warned before leaving.

“Thank goodness you're okay,” he told you with a sigh of relief.

Your eyes squinted to look at him. Your hands stretched out your hands and he held out his own, but you swept them away. Instead, you gestured for his face to come closer. 

Zen knelt down to do as you wished. With both hands cupping his face, your eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah… I know you.” 

He chuckled. “I certainly hope you do.”

You nodded to yourself. Pleased. “Uh-huh, you’re my beautiful boyfriend. My beautiful boyfriend is here.”

His heart melted at that. “I’m here.” Placing his hand over your own, he found the absence of a ring an issue to be remedied. 

[zarophod]

i’m replaying mystic messenger (god help us all) and god i forgot how gay Zen and Jumin are

[ameribell]

I wanna write some, but don’t expect daily things!

Anyways, here are my rules:

Things I will not write:

Character x character

Character x oc

Incest/stepcest

Pedophelia

Smut (I’m not too good at it lol)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Romantic

Angst

Platonic

Headcanons

AU’s

Any gender reader (I don’t mind writing male, but keep in mind I’m not too good at it)

Fandoms I write for:

Percy Jackson

Fairy Tail

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Mystic Messenger

Tears of Themis (I will not be writing for Vyn, I’m sorry lolol)

The OC

(Open for more, just ask and poke around a bit)

[bluejay-writes]

MysticTober Day 6 - I Knew Him.

Rating: G

Prompt: Skull

Characters: Classic RFA (No Rika, V, or MC)

Wordcount: 833

Summary: Zen gets a new role!

Author's Notes: I think this is the first time that I've ever properly encapsulated the way Zen flirts with everyone. I'm happy with it. These short-form writings for MysticTober always leave me wondering if I've done a good enough job, but not this time. :3

You can read this on Ao3 if you want!

Zen was ecstatic. Overjoyed. He’d just gotten the best news of his entire career, and he couldn’t wait to share it with everyone once he got home. He was practically prancing down the street when he caught sight of a seasonal section in the convenience store he was passing and ducked inside.

They didn’t have much, but there on the shelf in front of him was a plastic skull. Smaller than life-sized, but still perfect for holding in his hand and practicing to, like a partner for his lines. On impulse, he purchased it (along with a bottle of water, the smart kind with a sport top - he was celebrating, after all) and returned to his walk.

Every so often, he’d hold the skull out like he was going to do a soliloquy and then laugh. Once, he even proclaimed “Ah, Jumin. I knew him, Yoosung.” As if he were talking to one of his friends about another of them, intentionally replacing the names of characters with the members of his charity group.

It was after that moment, receiving a number of strange looks from other pedestrians, that Zen started to question why he’d even bought the silly skull. Why he’d done anything that wasn’t going directly home and starting to work on his lines. Shakespeare was no joke, even if it was one of the plays everyone seemed to know just enough about to have an opinion. At least it meant that the rest of the RFA would be sufficiently proud of him for landing this role.

Of course, thinking about his friends seemed to have summoned one of them with his luck and seasonal impulsivity. Jaehee stood down the street from him, coffee in one hand and a bemused look on her face.

“Zen, what in the world are you carrying?” She asked as she approached, her bemused look tempering into her usual calm smile.

“I’m celebrating!” He crowed, dancing around her like the idiot he definitely felt like in that moment. “Here, a gift for the lady.” He held the skull out to her and she took it in confusion. Of course any gift from Zen was something to be kept and cherished and displayed, but she would at least like to understand the meaning of the gesture, he was sure.

And so, he told her.

“I just got word from the director. I got the role. I’ll be starring as Hamlet this winter, Miss Jaehee.” He grinned, and bowed to her with a flourish.

“Shakespeare?!” She was stunned, but she looked like she just won the lottery.

“The very same.” He said, rattling off information about the planned dates and his co-stars and the big downtown theatre they’d be performing in. He’d really done it. He’d made it. His dream role, and it was his. “Promise me you’ll come.” He said, his eyes locking onto hers. “It wouldn’t be a dream come true without you, Jaehee.”

She blushed bright red, but nodded. He didn’t know what he would do without his number one fan, and now he didn’t have to. He’d get her tickets front and center so that she could appreciate his talent and beauty from the best possible place.

He snatched up her free hand and pulled his mask down to place a kiss against the back of it before turning to head down the street. “I’ll see you later!” He called, even as he heard the whispers of people having recognized him start to creep up. He knew better than to show his face, but it was worth it, to make Jaehee that kind of happy.

Jaehee Kang Has Entered the Chatroom 707: It’s Jaehee! Yoosung★: Hi Jaehee! Jaehee Kang: I just got the best news. 707: Did Zen get a new role? Yoosung★: Jaehee Kang: He did! Jaehee Kang: HAMLET. 707: No shit. Yoosung★: Language! Jumin Han has entered the chatroom Yoosung★: Jumin! 707: Zen did it, he landed Hamlet. Jumin Han: What, as the gravedigger? Horatio? Oh, no, The King? Not Ophelia, surely… Jaehee Kang: As Hamlet, Mr. Han. Jumin Han: Jumin Han: I figured as much, with his talent. Jumin Han: This calls for a celebration. ZEN has entered the chatroom ZEN: Everyone! ZEN: Well, mostly everyone, no V as usual… Jaehee Kang: I told them your news!!! ZEN: Aw, thank you Jaehee! Jumin Han: Hyun, we should celebrate. Steak? ZEN: ZEN: You know what? Fuck it. let’s go. Yoosung★: Yes!!! 707: Jaehee Kang: …All of us? Jumin Han: Of course. We will make the arrangements, Assistant Kang. Jumin Han has left the chatroom. Jaehee Kang: This is surreal. I will see you all for dinner. Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom. Yoosung★: I’m so proud of you, Zen!!! 707: Me too. ZEN: ZEN: ZEN: I better get a shower so I look the part of the honoree tonight at dinner. ZEN has left the chatroom. Yoosung★: okay is it me or is it weird that they’re getting along? 707: It’s weird, lol.

[ynverse]

mystic messenger !

“They think I’m crazy. My heartbeat goes up. Words cannot express my love for you.”

jumin han

↳ in another life

↳ fluff alphabet

saeyoung choi

↳ 01110110 01101001 01110010 01110101 01110011

saeran choi

↳ new emotions

↳ kintsugi

yoosung kim

↳ bf! yoosung

[thinking-about-sw33ts]

♡ 𝔐𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔐𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 ♡

Key:

🍷 = Smut/Thirsts

🧸 = Angst

🫀 = Fluff/Safe for Work (Sfw.)

🍮 = Headcanons

🥀 = Long Reads

🐻 = Short Reads

♡ 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ♡

Making a Fresh Batch, please wait a moment! ♡

♡ 𝒁𝒆𝒏 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

♡ 𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒊𝒎 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

♡ 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

♡ 𝑱𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏-𝑯𝒂𝒏 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

♡ 𝟕𝟎𝟕 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

♡ 𝑹𝒂𝒚 ♡

Awaiting an Order!

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @nostringsdetached! I really should write some solo ship pieces for these guys one day. I’d like to try going to one of these camping spots, the videos looked nice.

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Like a normal person, Zen didn’t like the cold. Why would he? Even in Seoul, it seeped into his bones, nipping at his fingers and ears until he was just red in ways that make-up couldn’t fix. At least he hadn’t been born in a frigid country like Canada or Russia. He would have died after one winter. As it was, he bundled up with a scarf, a hat, gloves, three layers of shirts, and a jacket whenever he went out.

For this precise reason, he wasn’t sure why he had agreed to winter camping. Summer? No problem, there was something utterly romantic about lying on the grass, his two girlfriends curled up in his arms as they searched for constellations. The cicadas would chirp, owls hoot, and with a little candlelight, it would make the perfect date.

In the winter? There was only a light dusting of snow in November, but there was absolutely nothing charming about lying in three fat snow jackets, unable to so much as touch, let alone snuggle. Even worse, he was certain they’d run the risk of dying of hypothermia if they even tried.

Zen glared at the bright blue sky. At four, the sun was already starting to lower. They couldn’t even enjoy the afternoon and evening properly in the winter. It truly was the worst season.

“Found it!” Jaehee announced triumphantly, cutting through his thoughts.

Zen looked down, focusing on the path ahead of him. Despite his confusion over the whole concept, there were apparently enough people interested in winter camping in Seoul that the Nanji Hangang Citizens park actually had a space set up for it. Not only that, they actually had a whole section filled with tents set up, for those interested but lacking the gear.

At least they didn’t have to actually buy equipment for this. Their budget was thin enough between the three of them. Besides, Zen was positive Jaehee and MC would both try this once and realize how ridiculous it was after. Now they wouldn’t have to resell any gear.

“Ohhhh!” Impressed, MC left his side and hurried along the path to Jaehee. Her short brown hair peeked out of the edges of her blue hat. “I expected this, but it’s a lot nicer than I thought.”

Begrudgingly, Zen had to agree. He hadn’t expected much, but the sight before him surpassed his meager hopes. There was a large tan tent along the riverbank, with a small coal barbeque set up a short distance away. Two chairs were set in the front, a perfect set up if they were a couple and not a trio. “It’s not bad.”

“Isn’t it?” Jaehee smiled proudly, clasping her wrist as she watched MC investigate the tent. Her hair swayed in the chilly breeze. “I didn’t think there’d be a spot so close to home for this.”

“I knew you’d find something.” MC poked her head out of the tent, looking like an adorable groundhog. Her brown nose was a dark red as the wind nipped at her. She smiled brightly at Jaehee. “You always do.”

Zen exhaled softly. Honestly, what was he doing, thinking these dark thoughts, feeling grumpy about something his two sweethearts had organized? Of course he knew why he was winter camping: they wanted to. And he had never learned to say no to them.

He hoped he never would.

Jaehee was here, MC was here—there was nothing else he needed to feel happy about the situation. Even if the cold seeped into his bones. Even if his nose felt stuffy. This whole situation was going to be hell on his skincare regime, but there was no point in doing it every day if he couldn’t afford to take a night off.

“She’s right, you did a good job,” Zen praised, wrapping an arm around Jaehee’s shoulder and pulling her close. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead, a spot he could still reach despite how bundled up they were.

She squeaked, surprised. Even now, months after they’d started their arrangement, she never knew how to react to his or MC’s displays of affection, even more so when they were public. At least she’d stopped shying away from them. Face red, she clutched the edge of his jacket and leaned into him. “I-It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Still lying flat on the ground, half in the tent, half out, MC crossed her arms and pillowed her head in the crux. She sighed blissfully. “You know, it’s a lot warmer in here than I expected.”

“It is?” Suspicious, Zen leaned into the tent. She was right. It was oddly warm in there. Not hot enough to remove all of their layers, but enough that he didn’t need to wear his jacket when he slept.

Maybe they could actually cuddle tonight. Now, that was an uplifting thought.

“I guess we don’t have to go home tonight then,” he murmured, slightly disappointed. It had been worth a shot.

“It’ll be perfectly fine. They have a heater attached to keep things warm.” MC laughed, her eyes crinkling just so as she looked up at him. He wanted to kiss her nose. Affectionately, she teased, “Scaredy-cat.”

Zen shivered automatically. It was entirely psychological, he knew. It was impossible to allergically react to something that wasn’t there. Yet, he could already feel the goosebumps spread across his arm, his nose tickled in the memory, and his hands were itchy. “Don’t say cat, please,” he begged, leaning against the tent weakly.

“Sorry, sorry.” She didn’t sound contrite at all as she patted his leg.

“We are set to go.” They both looked up to find Jaehee back in business mode, a gloved finger pushing up her glasses as she stood like the career woman she was. As usual, she was at her best when she was in command. “We need to get everything ready before the sun sets.”

Zen glanced up. Already, the sky was painted a rosy pink, the sun starting its daily descent. They didn’t have much time.

“You two, get the food prepped and ready to go. I’ll start the barbeque and set out my kettle for the hot chocolate.” Jaehee’s cheeks were flushed, excitement driving her in a way he rarely got to see. If she’d just leave her damned job with Jumin, he was certain he’d see her like this every day.

Then again, ever since MC had somewhat blackmailed the evil bastard, Jaehee had stopped coming home exhausted, so he took his minor victories where they came. 

“I thought the staff would start the barbeque.” Zen paused before rubbing his neck. For all of his exercise routines and motorcycle escapades, he had never actually been much of an outdoor person. This was the first time he’d actually handled a campsite on his own. “It doesn’t take much to start a barbeque, right?”

“If we had gone to the other location, they would have.” Jaehee hummed happily, not minding the extra work. Of course she didn’t. She was a workaholic to her core. “This one has a coal barbeque and I wanted to try it out.”

“Coal?” MC asked as she crawled out of the tent reluctantly. She zipped up the tent before any more hot air could escape.

Jaehee gestured at the barbeque beside her. Now that Zen was paying attention, he could see that the whole thing was a lot more rectangular and flatter than he was used to. The grill was set to the side and a pile of coals were stacked like a mini hill in the center.

“It takes a little longer to set these up, but the taste is amazing. And…” She dragged out the last syllable as she pulled out a bag of wood chips from her pocket. “I wanted to try this.”

MC plucked the bag, turning it over in her hands. Bemused, she asked, “Should we use actual logs?”

“That’ll take even longer and is harder to control.” Zen could almost see her eyes flash as Jaehee pulled out her notebook. He had to admit that the emojis Luciel had made for them were entirely apt—Jaehee really resembled one of hers right now as she flipped through to a bookmarked page. “Woodchips, however, provide the right flavouring without adding in those issues.”

It was just like Jaehee to geek out on something like this—when she’d first started researching coffee, it hadn’t been uncommon to find her buried in library books as she learned the most obscure methods of brewing.

Still, the light was dim as it was. Zen gently pried the notebook out of her hands before she could finish reading all of her notes. Closing it, he tapped her on the head tenderly. “No reading in this light. We don’t want your eyesight getting worse.”

“R-right.” Embarrassed, Jaehee flushed.

Zen patted the spot he bumped before setting aside her notebook in one of their bags. “We can look at it tomorrow.”

“We shouldn’t have our phones either, tonight,” MC chimed in, pulling out her own and turning it off.

“Nothing to get between us, right, princess?” Zen carelessly pulled out his phone and turned it off. He had little need for it, not with them around.

“That’s a good idea.” Jaehee stared at her phone as though it were alive, talking to her in a language only she could hear. “But what if he calls?”

Zen couldn’t help it. His lips curled in disgust. He could live to be eighty and still have this reaction, no matter how much Jumin had helped him or his darlings. There was just something instinctual about his hate. In a past life, they must have been sworn enemies. “I’ll yell at him.”

MC elbowed him. With the amount of padding between them, it was more of a symbolic gesture than an actual pain. “Zen.”

Part of him wished she’d never become friends with the jerk. It was bad enough that they were all in the same group, let alone her dealing with him privately. He couldn’t deny the curl of jealousy whenever he saw MC getting along with the others—he’d seen the way they’d all talked to her, the way they looked at her.

It was entirely in his imagination, but that didn’t help his feelings at all. The only good thing was that he was already used to the group dynamics with Jaehee, or he would be in a constant state of nerves.

Turning to Jaehee, MC gently clasped her hands and pried the phone out. “It’ll be fine. He won’t call until tomorrow evening.”

“But…” Jaehee clung to the phone, her fingers locking it tight like a bear trap.

“Even if he does, Luciel and Yoosung agreed to cover,” MC added cheerfully, though her smile was chilling.

Zen burst into laughter. He wasn’t sure what deal with the devil she made for that to happen, but it was definitely worth it. “That’s worse than me yelling.”

He could just imagine the chaos. Hopefully Luciel would actually kidnap that damned cat while he was at it.

“Is it?” MC grinned mischievously as she stepped back, Jaehee’s phone in her hands now. She dumped it unceremoniously in another bag.

“What about photos?” Jaehee asked in a last-ditch attempt to save her phone. “We can’t take any now.”

“I got that covered.” MC triumphantly pulled out a small digital camera, holding it above her head like a prize. “Ta-dah!”

Zen hadn’t seen one of those in ages. Almost everyone used their phone now, and he had nearly forgotten there were other options. “You were prepared for this.”

“I was excited.” MC bobbed happily as she handed the phone over to Jaehee. “It’s not every day we get to have a sleepover.”

Jaehee fiddled with the camera, her fingers running over the buttons before holding it up and snapping a quick picture of them. Studying the shot on the screen, she nodded approvingly. “This will do.”

“Not quite.” After taking the camera, Zen wrapped an arm around both of his girls, pulling them close. Their shoulders bumped, hair mixing together, and he took a selfie before they could react. “This is better.”

“Maybe I should have just given it to you.” MC leaned up, pecking him on the cheek. His finger pressed the shutter again automatically.

Jaehee stared at her empty hand, as though remembering the weight of the camera, before sighing. “I can’t use it anyways. I need to get that fire going.”

“And we need to cook.” MC hummed as she pulled open the cooler they’d packed before they’d left. Inside were several containers, some with pre-cut vegetables and marinated meat, others with the small extras they had to set up now.

“Right.” Zen raised the camera, taking a photo of MC as she pulled off lids. He took another of Jaehee as she lit the coals, the small flicker of a flame slowly growing stronger as she fanned it. It had been a mistake to bring a camera, let alone give him it. All he wanted to do now was take photos and honestly, who could blame him? His ladies were beautiful. He wanted to spoil them. Even in the ordinary, they were eye-catching.

Noticing that she was alone, MC looked up as he snapped another one. Her ears turned red as she frowned. “Zen, we need to make dinner.”

“Right.” Her reaction was adorable. Zen snapped one last photo before setting down the camera. The lighting was getting bad anyways, the sky growing dark as the sun all but disappeared. Around them, the small flames of distant barbeques flickered, and lamps lit up to give them just enough light to see by.

There weren’t that many people around them. It was a nice change from their summer camping trips, when there were as many campers as there were mosquitos. Their voices would fill the air, making it hard to think, let alone talk.

Now, there were only quiet murmurs filling the air, a sound as soft as a gurgling river. In the silence, Zen felt hyper aware of everything—of how Jaehee’s hair brushed her nape, of how MC’s leg pressed against his as they stood side by side cutting, of how easy it was to close the gap between either of his two loves.

At one point, he might have joked about turning into a beast. Zen couldn’t say it now. He felt more like a puppy than a wolf. It was a good thing the lights were dim; his face felt hot and he didn’t want to know just how red he’d turned.

He forced a question, trying to distract his mind. “How did you convince Yoosung and Luciel to help?”

“I was wondering that too,” Jaehee added as she stoked the coals. She leaned back, grabbing a cut zucchini to test on the grill. “Nothing illegal, I hope.”

“I’m not as bad as Luciel.” MC laughed, her knife work steady as she sliced an eggplant. “There was a raid event on the game we’re playing, and they needed a third. I needed a favour. It all worked out.”

Jaehee frowned, not liking where this was going. “Just make sure not to game too much.”

“It’s a little too late for that.” MC adjusted her hat. “But I’ll try not to next time.”

“Did you not get enough sleep, babe?” Zen asked, concerned as he peered down at her face. Her eyes didn’t seem puffy nor were her eye bags that dark.

“More than enough last night.” She winked, leaning over him as she stole one of his cut cucumbers. Her hair tickled his nose. Zen tried not to stiffen. MC was always casual with her touches, stepping into his space like it was nothing, and he never knew how to react.

He was not sure how he had ever considered himself a beast, sometimes. It was all he could do to keep his composure from a simple touch.

“I think it’s hot enough. Could you taste test?” Jaehee asked, holding out the zucchini with her chopsticks. Her ears were red as she looked up at him expectantly.

It was far easier to deal with Jaehee’s shy advances. Zen kept his eyes on her as he accepted the offering, leaning forward as he bit the vegetable. For his services, he was rewarded with an even brighter blush.

“Let me try.” MC stole the rest and licked her lips. “Perfect.” She leaned over, pecking Jaehee’s cheek. “Absolutely perfect.”

Jaehee made a pleased sound as she picked up the Tupperware containing their marinated beef. MC picked another one and stood next to her. Zen snapped another picture as the pair started to carefully arrange dinner to cook, more than content to just watch as his ladies quietly chatted.

It would be nice if they could do this every day. Make dinner, make breakfast, be the last person they saw at night and the first in the morning. He wasn’t sure where this desire came from, only that curled in him. They had been dating for a year now. It wasn’t too early to ask them to move in with him—his basement was small, cramped, and crowded, but it would also be cozy. 

Noticing his absence, MC looked over her shoulder, her brow raised. “Zen? Come closer, the fire’s warm.”

Obligingly, he slipped in between them. The fire flickered, warming his face, but Zen realized he didn’t need it. At some point, he had stopped feeling the cold.  He wrapped an arm around their waists, pulling them close.

Maybe he’d ask tomorrow, when the sun was up—he wanted to see their expressions.

For now, though, he was more than content to just stay like this.

Perhaps winter camping wasn’t so bad after all.

[3starhurricane]

“PFFT HAHA ZEN, YOU FELL ON YOUR FACE.” After he tripped on a pillow trying to finish the pillow fight you both got into, you look at his face pouting and can’t help but giggle a little more. But you walk towards him to make sure he's alright as he looks up with a cute face that you just wanna kiss and squish, he smiled at you and grabbed your waist pulling you down catching you by surprise, you both breaking into a fit of giggles as you both enjoyed each other’s presence in this moment. The mood mellowed out while you both were on the floor cuddling each other, Zen couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but love for you and you felt the same way. Looking up with a smile on your face as you pepper his face with kisses and Zen couldn’t help but feel his face heat up by this contact, tightening his hold on your waist as he basked in the affection. Pulling away with an overexaggerated “mwah!” moments like these where both of you are in your own little world with nothing but love for each other, make your whole day. Moving closer to his chest, relaxing to the warmth as both of you relished in this quiet moment, closing your eyes and being pulled to sleep. Zen looked down at you and smiled softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead and pulling covers over the both of you.

[serede986]

"Aren't you tired of playing these little games? It is more than a pleasure to stare into your eyes, darling. If you allow me, we can do this for a lifetime..."