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no accident ( jihyun kim )

pairing: jihyun x reader

fandom: mystic messenger

word count: 940

note: I had a jihyun x reader fic that I was writing about a year ago and I forgot about it until around a month ago. This is a short fic I wrote based off of the original fic that was in my drafts. I do still kind of like the plot and I’m wondering if I should rewrite the whole fic? I think I might.

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It was no accident that I met him that day. It was a colder day, like you’d expect from the autumn season. Leaves were blowing gently whenever the slightest bit of wind picked up. Almost as if the leaves were playing a game with wind, a game of tag perhaps? I guess I’ll never really know. I don’t look at leaves the same way anymore. Come to think of it, I don’t look at anything the same way anymore.

 “I’d like to call it fate, I really would. I would like to say that the stars aligned ever so perfectly to allow our two souls to experience the other’s presence. I can’t say it was fate anymore, because if it was fate that brought us together, it was fate that tore us apart. I would like to trust the universe but I just don’t know anymore.”

 24th of August, the man I was to marry was seated underneath one of the decaying, honey-tinted orange trees. He had a camera with him and a big, black backpack next to him which I could only assume held photography equipment. I don’t know what compelled me to even notice him. Before I could think, the crunching sound of red and orange leaves below my feet as I walked slowly became louder in my ears as I moved farther from the chatter of a man and his younger sons. The boy under the tree looked up at me. Pale blue eyes clashed with my own and it was okay again.

 “The universe is a sensitive thing and he never made the best of choices. He wasn’t in a good place when you met him. The chance you even saw him still puzzles me. That boy had a world of his own and was quite the secret keeper. I understand why he lied to us, but it still hurts knowing if he said something then I could have helped him.”

 He showed me beauty in things that I’ve never even noticed before. He was a photographer, a well-liked one at that. The pictures he captured always came out the best they could be. It was almost as if the camera he held onto contained some type of magical powers. Maybe he himself was magical; the way his pale blue eyes seemed to sparkle when looking at something he truly loved was a picture I wish even his beloved camera could capture perfectly. Every second I spent with him I felt safe. I felt like as long as I could just look at his face and see him smile that I could take on the world and he’d be right there to defend me. I think that’s what I fell in love with first, the way he seemed to blossom in passion wherever he went to. He had a trail of flower petals and pixie dust behind him. Perhaps he was a fairy sent to watch over me. I’d believe it.

 “The past is the past I suppose. I wish I would’ve saw behind his façade sooner. His eyes only shined for you and the others, you know. To be honest, he never even told me about her. I never knew anything, not even the lie he told you. She never existed to me. He kept so many things from me but I could never be mad at him for it. He didn’t want to hurt me and part of me is thankful for that, but there’s always the other half of me wants to go back and save him.”

 They say that the eyes are windows to the soul; if that was the case, his soul was saturated beyond repair. If only I had noticed how they slowly started to dim sooner. A man that was once filled to the brim with all the good energy in the world was slowly fading and I never realized it. It was when he pushed me away that winter day that I noticed it. His eyes were paler than they normally were; a few shades of blue above white. Saturated. I recognized it as anger back then. I thought I saw the eyes of a man so upset with his fiance that he would just call it off; call them off. I was wrong, though. I know now that it was never violence that clouded his vision. It was fear. He was afraid someone was going to take me away from him. He was afraid that he was nothing but a danger to me.

 “Don’t be so humble, his eyes sparkled the most when he looked at you. But is it true? He never mentioned a past lover to you? I guess he wanted to protect you too. He always looked after everyone but never looked after himself and now look where he is. I just wish he was here with us. I’m sorry. If I was thinking right I could’ve done something, but with the heat of the situation I just couldn’t.”

 “You did everything you could to help. If things went differently, I would’ve lost both of you. If you weren’t quick enough you would’ve been gone too and I don’t know what I would’ve done then. Even if I did get out on my own, where would I go? I didn’t have contact with the others back then. I didn’t have anything but you and him. I don’t deserve to be standing here, or anywhere, alive today. I can breathe because you saved me.”

 “I wish we could all be together again.”

 “I do too.”

  It was no accident that I met him that day.