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My semester ended and so I’m back! I’ll be posting a mystic messenger fanfic in a few hours!

I’ll be happy to take any requests for them as well so don’t be afraid to leave me a message! 

Symptoms: Prologue

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran x OC, Seven x MC

Summary: We all know that unrequited love can be quite painful, but what happens when you can’t even reach out to the person that you adore? 

 Author note:  I originally wanted to make this story a oneshot, but the ideas in my head have been overflowing as soon as I finished the prologue. More love for Saeran! 

Rating: T (maybe M for later chapters but not for now) 

Genre: Angst/Romance 

Prologue

 Of course, it wasn’t as easy as I originally thought.

Saeyoung stroked the dark brown locks behind MC’s hair and stared into her eyes with such sincerity, with such longing like he would lose her if she slipped away from his arms at any moment.

To be living in a house with you, In a house with my brother… at the same time.

Her cheeks resembled the same pigment of a petal of rose, a coy laughter escaping out of her lips as she wrapped her arms loosely around the elder twin’s neck.

Such intimate moments I would see for myself.

The playful atmosphere died down, a surge of passion suddenly intruding the same room that they were currently standing in.

I wanted to run away from it all, but brother simply wouldn’t allow it.

Her soft hands reached up to curl her fingertips around the patterned temple tips and slid them off, gently placing them on the kitchen countertop.

I thought I had made improvement.

Saeyoung leaned his forehead of hers, closing his eyes for a moment before releasing a sigh a pure contentment.

That it wouldn’t be difficult to see him with his significant other.

She took the first step and closed the distance between them with her soft, inviting lips.

To see him happy with what he has now.

Saeyoung returned the kiss with eagerness, taking an extra step forward to wrap his hands around his beloved’s thighs and hike her up onto the countertop with ease.

To see that he has others to care for.

Her breaking the contact of her lips to release a throaty chuckle onto to have them captured again by her feverish lover.

To see that he has you to care for.

The bedroom door across from the hallway slammed shut, startling the couple from their intimate moment.

And I just wanted to say,

“Saeran! Is that you?”  Saeyoung’s voice croaked out, releasing her with a frantic motion; giving apologetic eyes in return to follow his twin towards his bedroom.

…

“Sorry, I just thirsty. I didn’t think you two would be busy.” Saeran lied smoothly, putting on his jacket without taking another glance at his brother.

I’m sorry.

“Where do you think, you’re going? We’re about to have dinner.”

“Yeah, it seemed like you were about to eat something, not me.” Saeran retorted sharply.

Saeyoung’s face flushed with embarrassment, you could even say that the color of his cheeks resembled his hair. He was speechless.

“W-why are you getting so worked up about this? It’s what couples do.”

“I’m not getting worked up, I just don’t appreciate you doing this in the place where we cook our food.” Saeran’s face remained stoic.

It was simple, he was a master at this. It was easy for him to control his emotions, it was easy for him ease his temper. He shouldn’t have gotten angry at anyone, especially his twin. After all, they’ve gotten through together as a family, he should be relieved. But, why did it seem like his heart was hammering in his chest? Why was it that he couldn’t help to replay the event that happened in the kitchen just a few minutes ago?

“Saeran.”

“I’m not upset, I promise.”

The redhead turn around to face his elder brother with an attempt at what he called a smile and nudged his shoulder with his.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

Saeyoung sighed deeply, unsatisfied with how this conversation turned out but nonetheless nodded.

“Stay safe, Saeran.”

Saeran already knew the subtext hidden under those words.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, I love you.”

“I will.”

Saeran clenched his fists, trudging out of his room towards the front door with a heavy conscience and clouded mind.  

I’m sorry that,

She stood there in front on the door like she was some sort of trial that he had to pass in order to move on in a video game. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a conflicted expression with her rosy lips pursed into a frown.

T-that I...

“What are you doing?” Saeran’s deadpanned.

He had to keep his emotions in check. He just had to.

“Where are you going?” Her velvet voice suddenly turned stern.

“I didn’t know I needed your permission to go out.”

She reached out to touch his shoulder, but he pushed it away declining her attempt at what seemed to be comfort.

“Do not touch me.”

“Saeran…”

“I’m going to be right back so please just step away from the door.”

Please…

Please don’t be pretend that you care for me.

Please don’t pretend that you don’t remember all those horrible things I did to you.

So, she did what he pleaded her to do and stepped away from the door. Alas, he was free or so he had thought.

I’m sorry that I care for you too.

He opened the door and hadn’t look back since.