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hi there ive seen you on auburns blog and you seem like a silly indeed. fellow saeran kisser *handshake*

saeran kissers unite. *handshake*

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HELLO, i'm sophie (18+) and i use she/they pronouns! i write and do rp for mystic messenger :3

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all nsfw content will be tagged under #[sophie thinks about dick in silence] so please blacklist it if you're uncomfy! i'll also tag non-mysmes related content with #not mysmes if you want a clean dash!

Can i get some NSFW headcanons with a reader who's pretty subby and extremely embarrassed about it? prefferably with jumin and seven if that would be ok. I love your work dude, thanks for writing these :]

hi, anon! thank you so much for this- you're my first request :o i didn't quite expect nsfw to be the first one but CRACKS KNUCKLES, i guess we're getting right into it then? TwT

i don't want to make this too lewd but... ? when i got to seven i think i might have become a little unhinged O_O i hope you like it! i feel like it ended up WAY longer than i thought it would be so i put it under a 'read more' :D

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jumin

— I really think Jumin wouldn't even notice it at first.

— His way of speaking and overall demeanor triggers something in you and you blush easily, your legs close, you lick your lips and they part, and you kinda just... lose your entire brain around the man.

— but eventually he'll pick up on it, he always will, because he pays so much attention to you. He'll consciously choose to speak with an authoritative undertone and oh god, those words...

— “You look absolutely... ravishing tonight.” man you already know you're in for it. Imagine him rasping it out.

— but the real kicker here is when he brings out the “Good girl.” or the “Good boy.”

— You are absolutely flustered and he eats it all up. He'll pull your chair out and help you sit, then lets his hair just tickle your skin and his lips breathe right by your neck when he pushes your chair towards the table again. You can see his back as he walks to the opposite end but what you don't see is the smirk on his face.

— After riling you up the whole night he'll pull you into his lap and watch you squirm, touching you so lightly and talking sweetly into your ear.

— He'll make you so red before giving into what you want. And you have to say it. None of that mumbling and looking away.

— He'll hold your chin and make sure you meet his eyes. “What was that, kitten? I need to hear you tell me what you want.”

— When you do end up telling him, his eyes would light up and he'd flip you you over, his body now caging yours from above as he chuckles.

— “See... when you use your words...” he whispers against your skin, kissing down from your jaw to your neck. “I can give you what you want.”

— When you'd look away the moment he'd begin to take off your clothes he. He just. “None of that, darling, don't hide from me...”

— I'm not kidding, and his eyes, they'd be so full of love and passion, dark and yet fond at the same time.

— And just because he's Jumin Han he would most definitely hold you down by the hips and take you in his mouth.

— “Keep your eyes on me, love, or else I'll stop.”

— and it's not just if you looked away.

— if you covered your mouth with your hand? He'd quickly take both your wrists in one hand and hold them above your head.

— “I want to hear every. Single. Sound. You. Make.”

— Jumin will even tease your hole with his tip, circling around it or running it up and down slowly.

— He can read your body language perfectly, but he wants to hear it, will always make you beg. He loves hearing you say whine please.

— He'll enter you so slowly, making sure you feel every single inch of him, then he'll start with deep, hard thrusts.

— When you ask for more he'll happily pick up his pace, eyes focused on your face, wanting to see each little twitch and contortion it makes. He loves watch you unravel right before him.

— And when you finally say “Jumin, please, can I cum-” he'll nod and respond with a voice much deeper than it usually sounds, only one word falling from his lips: “Cum.”

— You'd still be so flustered and embarrassed later, hiding your face in his chest while you cuddle. But he'll gently pry you away and cradle your face in his hands, peppering you soft with kisses everywhere and mumbling praises like “You did so well for me, my love...”

seven

— Seven already has way too much fun making you blush and flustering you with his jokes and little pick up lines.

— but then he'll notice how you clam up sometimes. The way you don't even know how to respond or just hide your face when he starts speaking in his innuendos.

— So what does he do?

— He makes more.

— “What's wrong? Is that... is that a system failure I detect?!” he'll say with a dark chuckle.

— “I think God Seven might need to do a little inspection...” the redhead's voice drops as he walks towards you with intent.

— He'll stand so close to you and enjoy how you'd fidget, how you wouldn't know where to look or what to do or where to put your hands.

— and his eyes. They're almost catlike.

— His pupils dilate and he gets so wide-eyed as he watches you squirm... Nothing escapes those eyes. Certainly not you.

— You're never gonna get used to the burning you feel all over your skin when he gazes at you like that, like you both know what's coming next but he keeps you guessing about the when, about the next move he'll make.

— He won't even undress you. You'll have to take off your clothes for him and feel his eyes roaming your exposed body.

— But of course, he wouldn't stay quiet, no- he'll make his weird yet affectionate quips as he tries to hold back from devouring you.

— The moment he pounces, you're absolute putty in his hands, your body so responsive to everything he does that your mind can barely even register what you're doing.

— But god, does he love it. He loves seeing you all flustered after you realize how you've been reacting to every single touch he makes.

— “You're putting my hair to shame with all that color you've got, baby.”

— We've all seen those CGs, the oh-so holy fingers of the one and only God Seven.

— You just know he'll put them to good use... make you shyly take them in your mouth and relish in the way you submit to him, the way you begin to listen to your instincts instead and work that tongue of yours around his digits.

— “Such a pretty mouth...” he'll say while he does that, then begins to leave open-mouthed kisses on your collar and shoulders.

— He'll take those fingers out and kiss you as a reward, letting you feel the wet trail his touch leaves when he drags those very fingers down the middle of your chest, your stomach, and down there where you need them the most.

— Your forehead would be against his as his fingers entered you, and he'd be chuckling at all of your heavy breathing.

— He wouldn't be silent at all. When you squeal and your face scrunches up in pleasure the moment he curls his fingers just right, he'll say something like “Huh, so that's where the magic happens.”

— “So if I...” He'll keep talking while he goes faster, hitting your spot each time. And you? You're a mess.

— All the sounds that you make for him just spur him on, pulling your hair to expose your neck so he can bite down on you as you cum on his fingers.

— But he's not done with you, and he can see that you still want more. And he'll take himself out, stroking slowly while staring into your eyes.

— “Do you think you can ride me, baby?” he'll ask before answering his own question, because boy, does he love to hear himself talk.

— “No- I know. I know you still can. Show me.”

— And he'll place you in his lap, look encouragingly at you as you slowly line him up and sink down on him and he mutters under his breath, “Fuck...”

— He'll go on about how cute you are, timidly going at a normal pace before you start to crumble, before you start to lose yourself in riding him.

— He'll begin to thrust up into you and hold your hips firmly, even spanking you in the heat of moment, the sound echoing throughout the room. The look of delight on his face when he feels how much wetter it made you.

— You cum together because he says so, and when you do he's wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him, wanting to feel the heat of your skin against his because he did that to you.

— You fall against him and he chuckles, kissing the side of your head and running his fingers through your hair. You feel him sigh against your ear before he says, “That was out of this world, angel.”

zen picnic date pls i beg of u

your wish is my command >.O PLS THIS TOOK A WHILE but i rly hope you like it, i'm kinda proud of how cheesy it ended because c'mon man, zen is every single cheesy cliché in the book TwT

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zen picnic date

words: 1,173 You weren't aware of the amount of preparation that had gone into this date, not until Zen started emptying the contents of the basket he'd been carrying as he lead you to this very spot. Admittedly, the man did all he could to make sure everything was perfect: asking Jaehee about which cafés served the best pastries and cakes, waking up early to get the best fruits at the farmer's market, even figuring out which day of the week would be the best for you to go. He didn’t actually think he’d end up with this much food for the both of you.

Laid out before you were some sandwiches for lunch, danishes and croissants, a cake large enough for you to share, some iced tea and fruit juice, and honestly anything you could think of that called for the occasion, including some of the man’s favourite goldfish-shaped bread. The soft breeze carried the sweet scents of surrounding flowers towards you, and a quick glance upwards showed you what you had suspected; clouds, but not enough to block out the sunlight. Really, did weather as good as this actually exist? And Zen himself looked like a dream, what with his classic billowy button down that made him look every bit of your prince charming that he was. He ditched his usual ponytail in favor of letting his silver locks loose, two pins securing the strands to the back just so it stays neatly behind his shoulders. “Babe, this is- wow, I… you even got fresh strawberries?” You say as you reach for the fruits and hold them up. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, looking at you and shrugging helplessly. “What can I say? I wanted this to be perfect for you.” And there it is- his signature smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach. It was your turn to look away, fingers now fiddling with the picnic blanket. You notice it’s your favourite color, too. “There must be a better word for perfect,” you smile softly as you shake your head. “This is more than perfect.” You almost swore you saw his chest puff as he nodded proudly. He leans over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good, now…” Zen picks up a sandwich and holds it to your lips, dipping his head a little in an invitation. “You can have the first bite,” he says in encouragement, his other palm open under your chin and ready to catch any falling crumbs. So you leaned in as well and took a bite, eyes widening a little as you tasted the food. You’d half expected it not to taste as well as it looked- you knew that some places were just good at making their food look pretty- but alas, it actually did taste good. You took turns feeding each other and rating the food, Zen making mental notes about which ones you’d order again from. Between bites you smiled and laughed, your eyebrow raising the moment you spot a certain platter across you. “Hey, Zen,” you say after swallowing, turning your face to look at him. “Where did you learn to make a charcuterie board?” He almost spits out his drink but he pulls it away from his mouth. “Ah, that- well, you see…” He starts, setting his drink down and dusting off his hands. “I remember seeing them in those videos you always watched on TokTik, and-” You see him hesitate and you urge him on, nodding and gesturing with your hand, but the face he makes shows there’s still something holding him back. Zen opens his mouth. And then closes it. He holds up his finger and opens it again, only to pinch that finger between his lips. He sighs, shrugging helplessly before grumbling a little. “I asked Jumin what they were.” “You what?” “Please don’t make me say it again-” It’s not that you wanted Zen to suffer through admitting it again, really, but you could hardly believe what he just said. The look of shock stays on your face for a good few seconds before you reach out and clasp a hand around his. “You did that for me?” you ask, squeezing his hand. All he does is nod and raise your hand to his lips, delicately pressing a soft kiss there before staring at your joined hands, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “I know I didn’t really have to, but I did because you always looked like you wanted that type of thing when you’d show me those TokTiks…” You smile fondly as you lean over the damn charcuterie board and kiss his cheek, letting your forehead rest against the side of his face. “Thank you,” you say, and he gently holds the side of your face and keeps you close, chuckling a little before he turns his face. “Anything for you, prince/ss,” he whispers before kissing the very corner of your mouth. And when he pulls away, he tugs on your

arm. “Come here.” So you nod and with joined hands, he pulls you over as you maneuver around on the food, and Zen guides you to lay your head on his lap. “Now,” he says, picking up a cluster of grapes and dangling it over your mouth. “Do you want to try these?” You giggle and open your mouth, closing it around the grape and grabbing a slice of cheese, nibbling on it. “Fancy,” you say, watching him raise the grapes to his own mouth and offering him your cheese after he does, which he gladly accepts. He only laughs at your statement and sets the grapes down, both hands behind him as he leans back and just admires your face. You’re not entirely sure what Zen’s view is of you, but god, the view you had of your man… The oil-painted sunset of the sky was the picture perfect backdrop to the beauty of your boyfriend. It was him- the center of your attention, your only focus. There was a fondness in his eyes, a certain adoration that was there just for you. It’s not like you could see your own expression, but surely enough there was a matching lovesick look you both had that the rest of the world envied. The kind you only ever saw in movies. And Zen had been in movies, yes- but these moments were entirely special. This was real. This was yours. Because you can reach out and touch his face like you do, you can brush your thumb against his cheek and make the corner of his mouth quirk up like that just for you- And you can pull him in gently, like this, because he’ll follow- he’ll always follow, always go wherever you take him. So his lips meet yours, they do, and you kiss him back soft and slow and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Except with him, you dream with your eyes wide open.

Hello!

So…let’s say Unknown’s been stalking you for a while before he finally cons you into going to the apartment. I like to think that there are plenty of little instances where he finds reasons to (literally) bump into you or pops up in places to creepily observe you…because, you know, he’s obsessed it’s part of his job. Could you maybe write about some of those instances? ^^

okay HI first off i just wanna say i think you’re really nice and epic and SOBS thank you for reblogging my work, i love seeing the kind words you send my way >v< ALSO I AM sorry this took a while, i've been writing it for weeks now i think but sob I GOT BUSY ;~; i meant it to be like 3 scenes but ended up with 2-

that being said *rubs hands together* here we go with our favorite lil stalker boy! forgive me if i made a part of it funny, i just think it REALLY would be and he wouldn’t be scary just awkward

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stalker unknown

words: 1,139

It’s three o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon and all you really want is your favorite milk tea. This last stop before you make it home isn’t a part of your weekly routine, no, but the shop is a place you usually frequent.

Which is why Unknown chose this spot to work today. With the right clothes and a properly secured wig, he blended right in with the rest of the customers. He chose a little corner for himself and got set up, opening his laptop and pulling up hacked surveillance cameras that tracked your movements. On his phone was a glowing dot that seemed to be getting closer.

According to his calculations, the chances of you coming here today were around 28.5 to 42.8%. Of course, the chances of him running into you would go up to 100% if he was there every single day. So really, it was only a matter of time before you’d be in the same room. It’s just that he didn’t quite expect to see you so soon, not when it was only his second day here.

But the bell above the door chimed. And the face he’d only ever known in pixels was suddenly mere feet away from him.

You were so beautifully unaware of his presence, patiently waiting in line and looking wide-eyed at the seasonal menu they had until it was your turn to order.

Unknown had risen from his seat and taken the spot in line behind you, his footsteps silent so as not to get your attention. All he could see was your profile but god, did you smell different.

He couldn’t quite tell what it was but something about your scent drew him in, like a drug that commanded him to lean closer and closer and closer, but just before he can trip over his feet, he gets ahold of himself quite literally. His palms are flat against the wall of the counter, and he pushes himself upright as inconspicuously as he could.

Unknown could only be thankful that you didn't so much as lift your eyes away from your phone.

That was too close. He had to mumble an order and run straight back to his seat, put some distance between you so he could collect his wits a little. This is exactly why he had chosen to do this alone- he knew there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t make a fool of himself one way or another.

That, and he didn’t want any other believers to lay their eyes on you. You were his assignment, and no one else’s.

He sighs in front of his laptop before looking at you again, mentally arguing with himself over whether to get a closer look at you again or not. Vaguely, you get this crawling feeling in the back of your neck, so you quickly claim your drink the minute it’s ready.

Before he can stand from his seat, you’re already out the door.

Damn it.

—————

It’s a few minutes til four and you’re staring at the clock, hoping and praying that the minutes pass by quicker somehow. Your surname was so close to being called on the list- your professor doing rounds of recitation because it accounted for 10% of your grade.

All this dread was at the forefront of your mind, you barely even noticed the boy on the opposite end of the room, slumped against his chair with legs wide apart.

There was not much time for a disguise today. And honestly? It didn't seem like he needed one. Way too many college students flitted in and out of campus, the chances of him standing out or being remembered were little to none.

Besides, he'd passed by enough students who had more... interesting fashion choices than he did.

In a strange sort of way, he pitied you and the way you had to sit through a class as boring as this one. And not only that- you had to study for it, too. He found himself growing impatient, stifling the impulse to bounce his leg.

You could do so much more... be so much more.

Your professor calls your name, and your head snaps towards him. This gets Unknown's attention, too, and you both listen intently at the question being posed to you.

Immediately, an answer begins forming your head. You nod slowly and swallow before speaking, explaining in the simplest way you could manage to.

And your voice. Unknown didn't realize that there was a possibility of him hearing you talk today, because you were almost always so silent during lectures. The only times you’d speak were before or after the class, if you were lucky enough to have made friends.

But there you were, mere feet away from him- so real and alive. It was almost enough for him to walk right up to you and take you away… but not right now.

Not yet.

He did his best to remain stoic. Alone in his intelligence room, he could look as fascinated as he wanted to- he never had to hold back. But this, hearing your voice and the way it inflected, the way your tone would shift from steady to shy and unsure… oh, the ways he would toy with you, the ways he wanted your voice to sound just for him.

Your professor doesn’t have much to change about your answer, only expounding on it a little and closing the discussion with it, leaving a question for the class to ponder until the next meeting. And so, the class files out of the door. Even if you hang back a little, you can’t avoid getting bumped into a little bit on your way out. It’s a feeling you’re familiar with by now, and so, when Unknown’s shoulder nudges your own, when his arm brushes against yours- you don’t even turn to get a glimpse of him. All you do is duck your head and keep walking, eager to leave the crowded hallway.

Unknown, on the other hand, had stopped right in his tracks.

He just felt your skin against his own.

The man gulps, inhaling deeply what was left of your scent that had lingered in the air. It smelled just as strange as it had, that day he first got a whiff of it. Why is it that you smelled so… sweet?

That was it for him. Instead of following the rest of your schedule, he drove straight back to Magenta, locking the door right behind him as he entered the intelligence room and made a beeline for the computers.

On the walk back to your apartment, you feel the familiar buzz of a text message from your phone.

…Hello… ?

Can you see this? …Finally connected. Thank god.

It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.

mystictober day 1: favorite character / ring

vanderwood + ring

words: 730

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You carefully threaded the beads one by one, meticulously bringing your design to life. Eight white beads, four black beads, two purple beads, and six smaller gold spacers arranged around one letter-

The letter V.

You secure the ring with a knot, tugging a little and ensuring it was tight enough before trimming the string. Satisfied, you try it on your left hand and hold it up to the light, admiring how it looked.

In restrospect, it might have seemed like a silly little idea. But with your boyfriend-who-isn't-your-boyfriend away on a mission, what else could you do?

Really, you found yourself filling in idle moments of the day by staring at the ring, brushing your thumb against the beads and absentmindedly fiddling with it. You never took it off, not really.

You wanted to keep him with you, even if he wasn't around.

You didn't know when he was coming back. If he was coming back. Where he even was. Such is the life of an agent, you remember him saying one night, his arm around your waist and his fingers twiddling with the material of your shirt.

There was no way for you to contact him. All you could do was hope.

You looked at the facts. This was Vanderwood- the man was built like a machine, his scars proof of his continued survival from mission to mission. This was Vanderwood- a man who has been in this business longer than Seven has, a man who was too stubborn to ever go down easily.

This was Vanderwood.

Surely, he would come back to you.

Right?

You pretended not to count the days, to be unaware of how much time has passed since he left. But every night you'd sleep on his side of the bed, pull the sheets up to your nose and drown in whatever was left of his scent, try in vain to replicate the warmth he always wrapped you in- but to no avail.

It was always worth a try though. There wasn't much else you could do.

At least you could sleep at night.

Vanderwood, however, could not.

The man was never of many words, but somehow, he had gone even more quiet. During the mission, all Seven could do was glance at him sympathetically when he wasn't looking. The redhead didn't want to push, but he knew one thing was for sure:

Vanderwood just wanted to get this over with.

He would never say it aloud, but for the first time in his life, he badly wanted to come back. To make it out alive. Yes, he had always tried his best not to die, but now- but now-

He had you.

Vanderwood was not a selfish man. It was less about losing you and more about you losing him. He couldn't do that to you. Couldn't bear to think of how that would make you feel.

You would not waste your tears. He would make sure of that.

The night he makes it back- because of course he makes it back- he finds you fast asleep in bed, clinging tightly to his pillow. Moonlight pours in through the glass of the window, making it seem as though you were glowing. But the light shines on your ring, making the beads glimmer in the dark of the night.

For a man as large as he was, Vanderwood remained quiet, soundless as he moved closer to get a better look at the ring. It wasn't there when he left. The worst scenarios immediately run through his mind, worry flooding his system before he zeroes in on the very center of the ring, on the letter surrounded by his signature colors- the letter V.

He sighs in relief, almost even feels his eyes go misty- not that he'd ever confess that. Instead, he carefully climbs into bed and holds you, succumbing to the best sleep he's had in a while.

In the morning, you wake up with familiar, strong arms around you. You don't have to open your eyes- you know he's still sleeping. So you inhale deeply, breathing him in before pressing the softest kiss on his chin. Your arms embrace him, and the world outside each corner of the very bed falls away.

The rest of the world could wait. Your world was already here, right where it belongs.

mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

words: 889

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

mystictober day 5: jumin's birthday / cat

jumin's birthday + cat

words: 2917

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! the main idea for this piece was given to me by my very epic friend, @galaxytastes! there is an amazing jumin birthday fic my friend also wrote so please check it out ♡

Jumin had been making weird faces at you all morning.

It’s taken almost everything in you to suppress the urge to laugh.

Admittedly, your fiancé was right- you had been acting suspicious. But hey, who could blame you for being excited?

Jumin knew it was his birthday today. That was for sure. If the chatroom flooded with edits of him and Elizabeth along with greetings from the rest of the RFA weren’t enough to remind him, the tender kisses you had woken him up with did the trick. Ever since he had mentioned in passing that he had forgotten his birthday twice, you’ve silently made it your mission to prevent it from ever happening again.

Starting with today.

To be fair, it wasn’t Jumin’s fault that he was always so busy. Busy is good, he remembers his father telling him. What else is a business, if not busy?

Flash forward to several years later, where the CEO-in-line who had been hiding sleep deprivation and fatigue under the guise of good grooming was ambushed by the entire C&R conglomerate standing in his office. The moment he walked in, his body had flinched against his will in response to the chorused greeting of Happy Birthday, Director Han!

Needless to say, Jaehee Kang was promptly given an explicit order never to let anyone in his office, unless it was his father or V.

Today, he stands in the kitchen, watching you make breakfast. The fact that he’s here past 8 in the morning on a Tuesday is a gift in itself- literally. Once you had told Jaehee about your plan, she took it upon herself to clear his schedule for you.

“Think of it as a gift,” she smiles shyly, shrugging a little. “I’ve never known what to give him, nor have I actually wanted to. Not until now.”

That’s what you had told Jumin as he was waking up- that Jaehee had cleared the day for him. Your routine pleas for him to stay were met with indulgence this morning, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms for as long as you wanted. The rest of Seoul could go on without you.

“Jumin, dear, is there something wrong with the food?” You ask from across the breakfast table, tilting your head a little to sell the act.

“The food is… perfect,” he says slowly, cautiously, as if it were a prelude to something he wasn't sure of how to say.

“But what do you have in mind for the rest of the day... ?” Jumin asks, neatly setting his utensils down. You smile at him and reach over, offering your hand which he gently takes in his.

“Have you planned anything? I’ve never had much days off, I'm not exactly sure what one should do...” he admits, staring at your joined hands. It's not just him wanting to know if you had something up your sleeve, no- he didn't actually know what it is that he wanted to do today. Jumin had planned on going to work today as usual, but all of a sudden he was freed from that obligation. Touched by his small act of vulnerability, your thumb brushes against his knuckles in reassurance.

“You're lucky you have me then, right?” The corner of your mouth lifts fondly. To that, a little smile of his comes through- the one you've fallen in love with. He finally meets your eyes.

“I've always been lucky with you, my love,” he says with a little squeeze of your hand. You feel the squeeze in your heart, too.

His knuckles meet your lips one by one as you lean over to kiss his hand. He always took you by surprise, this beautiful man of yours. You never knew how to react to it.

You put the dishes away and return to sit in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“So what's gonna happen now is, you and I will get ready, because Driver Kim will be taking us somewhere in an hour.” You explain, absentmindedly fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck.

He kisses your cheek and sighs. He hated surprises, and he made sure you were well aware of this. Your behavior almost perfectly lined up with the nature of the texts in the chatroom from everyone today.

“Darling, you wouldn't happen to be taking me to some big party, would you?”

You only giggle and shake your head, hopping out of his lap and making your way towards the bathroom.

“You've gotta trust me on this one, okay?” You call out over your shoulder, hand leaning against the doorframe.

“Now, are you going to shower with me or not?”

After the events of the shower, you now find yourself dressed in comfy clothing, Jumin in the same. It was always unusual to see him in anything but a suit, but never unwelcome. Clad in a dark blue sweater and khaki slacks, the sight of him so cozy brings a warmth to your heart. You can't help it when you lean up and kiss his cheek before holding out his white tennis shoes.

“Sneakers?” he asks, accepting them and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.

“I'm sure you can give up your Oxfords for one day, Jumin,” you chuckle, pulling on your own shoes. They looked exactly like his.

With laced fingers, the two of you walk towards the elevator. As you make it inside, your phone pings with a text from Driver Kim, signalling that he was waiting out front.

“Happy Birthday, Mr. Han,” the driver says in greeting, reaching out with both hands to shake Jumin's. This makes the celebrant laugh softly, his hand happily being squeezed by Driver Kim, his very favorite employee.

“Thank you, Driver Kim,” he says sincerely at the man, who now holds the car door open. Jumin nods once more before climbing into the vehicle after you, a very thoughtful smile on his face. If there was one thing he always appreciated, it was authenticity.

As Driver Kim starts the car and leads you into the city, Jumin speaks to him.

“Where are we headed?” he tries to ask as nonchalantly as he could, disliking the fact that he was clueless at the moment. But all Driver Kim does is shrug helplessly and flash an apologetic smile at his boss through the rearview mirror.

“I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid your fianceé has given me instructions not to reveal our destination.“

He sighs at this, and you only giggle, squeezing his hand.

“Don't worry, love. We're almost there,” you offer him a reassuring smile. Before he can make another face, you lean up to kiss his jaw. So Jumin resigns, and instead, settles on combing his fingers through your hair. You secretly wonder if this was a habit he had carried over from showing affection to his cat, but you weren’t complaining. Not at all.

And true enough to your words, within a few minutes, the car slows to a stop somewhere in the Yongsan district. Jumin is visibly confused, unable to guess where exactly you’ve taken him.

“We’ve arrived,” Driver Kim nods curtly at both of you. He goes to escort you out of the vehicle, but you stop him- and you stop Jumin, too, letting yourself out. You smile through the opened door and make a gesture with your hand, giggling.

Jumin feels his eyes grow fond as he looks at you, climbing out of the car. You were so happy. Perhaps… perhaps this was going to be a good surprise.

He doesn’t want to risk ruining your mood by asking if you were at the right place, so he doesn’t. Taking your hand, he chooses to stay silent and follow your lead instead. The exterior of the building didn’t give him any clues as to what was inside, but he spots a few furry felines in one of the windows above, and his suspicion is confirmed the moment you both walk through the doors of the establishment.

Nabiya Cat Shelter, the sign inside reads. He turns to you with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I don’t understand…” he says with furrowed brows. “We already have a cat?”

You only shake your head and approach the employee on duty.

“Hi! Mr. and Mrs. Han, we’re here to view the…” You trail off, not wanting to ruin the surprise but hoping that they understood what you meant. Earlier, you were able to sneak a phone call while Jumin was fixing his hair, so everything should have been in order.

“Ah, yes! Right this way,” they say, leading you and Jumin through the corridors. You smile at him and squeeze his hand in encouragement, gently tugging him along as you walk. Mentally, the man was still stuck replaying the words you said.

“Mr. and Mrs. Han?” his voice is hushed, just for you to hear. You haven’t reached the room yet, but he was already fighting a smile.

“It was easier to explain to them,” you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you confess. “I like saying it, too.”

His thumb gently brushes against the back of your hand. He couldn’t wait to make you his.

“Here we are!” the employee chirps, bursting the little bubble you were in. “Everything we discussed has been put in place. We hope you find it satisfactory. On behalf of Nabiya, thank you, again.” They say, heartfelt. You smile and shake the employee’s hand, before Jumin does the same- albeit a little unsurely. It isn’t felt in his handshake, no, but you can see it in his face.

When the employee leaves, you turn with your back against the door, obscuring the label from Jumin.

“Okay, so I was figuring out what to give you for your birthday. But then came the question, what do you give a man who can buy anything?” you laugh, and he interrupts your little speech.

“I told you, you didn’t-”

“Ah ah ah!” you tut, holding your palm up in a motion that tells him to stop. “I already did this. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” you say softly, lovestruck eyes gazing into his.

This is the moment you move away from the door, revealing a sign that says ELIZABETH on it in fancy cursive lettering, a little paw print beside it. To anyone else, it might have looked like any regular paw, but this was Jumin Han- and Jumin Han knew his cat better than anyone else did.

“For your birthday, I made a little donation to this cat shelter in your name…” you begin to explain. The donation was not little by any means, not to this shelter, but you knew that if Jumin himself had made it, he would’ve given way more.

“…and they used the money to build this room and fix it. As you can see, they’ve named the room after our dear Elizabeth the Third,” you gesture to the writing before blindly opening the door behind you, stepping backwards and letting you two inside.

Immediately, Jumin is met with an abundance of cats; a few of them lounging on a cat tree, some sleeping on cat beds in the corner. One lifts its paw and begins to lick it, grooming itself, as if knowing that it should be presentable to the people who just walked into the room.

His previously scrunched brows are now raised in surprised and delight, and now, the smile he’d been fighting had finally made it to his face. The grin only grew wider as he took in his surroundings.

“These are all rescue cats, and here, they get cared for until someone fosters or adopts them!” You say excitedly, closely observing your fiancé’s face.

One of the cats that had been on top of the cat tree jumped down, grabbing your attention. In true catlike fashion, it sauntered over to Jumin curiously, surveying the man with its glowing green eyes. It turns up its nose and blinks at him, as if waiting expectantly. Ever the master of cat language, Jumin crouches down and offers his closed fist, which the black kitten sniffs and rubs its nose against, before proceeding to lick at his knuckles.

“… I think this one likes you,” you sigh happily, bending down with your hands on your knees. He’s still silent, but you don’t mind. This place probably seemed like heaven to him, after all.

Which it was- but not just for the reasons you assumed. To see all these cats in a safe place, knowing it was your doing, your gift, your tribute not only to him but to Elizabeth as well-

He feels like he’s about to burst of love.

Jumin turns to you with a look in his eyes, and with his free hand, he cups your face and carefully pulls you in for a kiss.

“This is absolutely wonderful,” he whispers against your lips before kissing them again. “My love… thank you.”

With his forehead against yours, you take a deep breath, eyes closed as you take it all in.

“Wasn’t just me, you know?” you say knowingly.

“And… Miss Kang?”

“Not just Jaehee either.”

“Tell me,” Jumin sits down and you follow suit, watching him as he lets the cat jump into his lap, his hand now making the same motions that it had been doing to your hair earlier in the car. You chuckle.

“Saeyoung suggested the whole cat thing… but Yoosung helped me find this place, he told me that his friend volunteered here during the weekends. Zen took me here to check up on the progress every now and then while you were out with Driver Kim,” you bite your lip, knowing how he wasn’t partial to the idea of you riding on a motorcycle, but you carry on. “And Jaehee made sure you wouldn’t find out, plus, she’s the reason you’re actually here today.”

There is a strange feeling in Jumin’s chest, one that doesn’t appear very often, but he was familiar enough with it to identify its source. He leans against the wall and looks at you.

“How about… V?”

This is when you reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“He helped me with the donation. We split it in two,” you explain before remembering to pull up your phone and look for your conversation with the mint-haired man. Standing up, you follow the instructions in his text message, approaching a curtain and wrapping your hands around the neck of an expensive bottle which you hand to Jumin.

Pour this one out with me tonight?

It reads on the note attached above the label, signed by V himself. Jumin feels warm without having consumed the wine yet, but the message on the bottle makes him look to you for a little help.

You scratch the back of your neck.

“Do you want to come over to V’s house later tonight? Everyone will be there… Only if you want to go though! But I probably should have asked you earlier because Saeran and Vanderwood were already getting all the stuff…” you ramble on worriedly, a little disappointed in yourself that you ended up asking later in fear of ruining the surprise.

He didn’t actually think you’d pay this much attention to how he wanted to spend his birthday. He was aware that you knew he would be content, alone with you, but here you were- giving him the most thoughtful gift he’s ever received, going through all the trouble of organizing him a party, but still giving him the choice whether or not he would attend. The donation alone was special enough, but the fact that you had somehow roped everyone into playing a part…

Jumin’s hand on your thigh cuts you out of your spiraling.

“We can go,” he smiles softly, leaning in yet again to kiss you. The cat in his lap purrs, now asleep. It seems to have grown attached to him already.

And so, later tonight, the bottle of wine that Jumin received from V will be emptied to its very last drop, and everyone will get to see how much of a lightweight Yoosung really is. But right now, he’s surrounded by cats in a room that was built in his honor, sitting right next to the person he loves the most- you.

He’s frozen in his place, watching as you beckon the other cats closer to scratch their chins one by one. When you laugh, he almost swears he sees the light glow around you. Like the brightest, rarest white aura was radiating from you.

“I love you,” he breathes, soft and sure and true. Like it’s the one thing in the world that made sense no matter what.

You grin from ear to ear, blushing.

“I love you too, my Jumin. Happy Birthday,” you say solemnly, content as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Huh, a happy birthday…” he muses, mumbling into your hair as he presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. He wraps an arm around you and holds you tight, realizing that he was actually happy this year- and there was no doubt about it.

The sound of your giggle makes his stomach erupt with butterflies all over again. You nod against him.

“Mhm. A happy, happy birthday to you, my one and only love.”

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NOTE: Nabiya Cat Shelter is an actual shelter in Seoul, you can find their Linktree for PayPal donations and adoptions/applications here, and their Instagram is here. If any of you are feeling the Jumin Han spirit and have a few change to spare, consider donating to them!!

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dear saeyoung,

i think of you every time june rolls around and i always end up missing you (granted, it's your month). we don't talk much anymore (my doing, not yours), but i know there's at least seven hundred seven realities where we do (if you ever figure it out, i'd like to know too). today i heard electric love and it all crashed down on me like the moon makes the waves do (it poured out of my eyes). and the problem is, i never know what to do with myself (i know no other way than this).

dear saeyoung,

do you know i'm better at your language now? i can read 사랑해 at one glance (i can love you the way you understand), i can say 잘셍겼다 to make you blush (you always did call me your pretty girl)- but most of all, when i say 보고싶다, i get to miss you with one more syllable than i usually do in english (i will miss you, and i will miss you more).

dear saeyoung,

ask me the same question you did when we met and my answer would still be yes (it will always be yes). yes, i would love to come live with you on the moon (and be your love). yes, i think baby tomatoes sound just fine (fifteen? i don't mind). yes, i'll find you in every lifetime (laundry and taxes or running away from crime)- i would know you anywhere (i would turn every rock and press it to my ear just to hear the sound your heartbeat).

dear saeyoung,

my initials stay same with my last name or yours (your initials stay the same with your last name or mine). i think that's always been the biggest sign (star boy meets star girl, calls her 'mine'). every flower you've given, every road we've driven- it was probably a thing of the divine (there was no way i wasn't meant to reflect the way you shine).

dear saeyoung,

if everything came with a reset on my end, there is no doubt that i wouldn't protest (what is the pain of your forgetting me compared to the flutter of falling in love over and over again?). no. not when i know you've endured it countless times on end (i know you didn't ask, but let me hold this for you).

dear saeyoung,

i hope you forget me (i will never forget you); and when you meet me again, i hope that me will always be better than the last (you've got the best of me. you always will.)

p.s.,

i hope you forget your scarf in my life (and come back later for it).

my fav texts from 707! i love him <3 !! 

( mc is non binary )

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🌷✨I miss Yoosung. He ain't dead,, I just haven't played MysMes in a while. So theoretically speaking,, since Yoosung dated me in the game. Does that mean I actually have dated an anime character?? I'm gonna say yes cuz its canon that I have dated him. Why have real men when otome anime characters exist✨🌷

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🌷Character: #yoosungkim

✨Game: #mysticmessenger

💧Good or Bad Ending?? idkk

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✨Materials: iPad 7th Gen, Apple Pen 1st Gen, Procreate

💧Time Taken: 5hrs47mins

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lolol

i don’t know if we have any other mystic messenger fans in this fandom but i am here and i hate to say something

does this make daring… zen? 🤯

They just wanted us to believe that Daring (the guy who has dedicated his entire life to saving others) is selfish…

Anyone would become obsessed with their appearance if they were sexualized their entire life, which still doesn’t make you selfish.

Darabella’s whole arc is about her trying to fix something that isn’t even broken to begin with, but also acting like she’s a much better person than him and has to teach him how to be more selfless.

That’s why I don’t fck with Darabella

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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HI! ^^

This is my first post here and it's informative^^

Since Instagram (and my insta acc @/_wormsss_) will be blocked in my country on March 14th, I will post my art here now if the vpn does not work :')

So, welcome here to all my followers from Instagram and new people, I will be glad to all of you! ><

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