#msyme x reader

[k0kichiimagines]

[look at her. i would die for her, i would kill for her. either way... what bliss.]

ray

Oh, he'd promised to visit you in the afternoon. Early enough for the day to still hold hours left of sunlight, but late enough that by the ending of your time together he could walk you back to your room in the evening sunset, let you be covered with the orange and red hues of the sky itself. But he couldn't resist, not when he had time spare - and you'd told him it was fine for him to visit any time, hadn't you? So... you would find this okay, right?

He watches your sleeping frame, the steady rise and fall of your chest under the soft silk pijamas he'd picked out specially for you, the lace suited you perfectly in his eyes. He leaned down to pull the floral bed sheets higher up on you, tucking you comfortably under them to ensure your warmth. He paused there, his hand slowly making it's way up to your cheek and brushing against your soft skin. For a second he regretted wearing gloves, his heart aching to feel your skin more clearly under his fingers. His head lowered to a breath away from your face.

"I would do anything for you, my prince/ss." And he would- truly anything. He'd never made such a declaration from his own choice, even he had to admit the Saviour had enforced his loyalty. But you didn't. You never did. You only treated him with soft kindness, never expecting a word in reply, loving him for the sake of loving him - and what sweet bliss it was to be so treasured by the one you treasure the most. And how dangerous it was, the idea that you held almost total control over him, a word from you and he'd obey without question - yet he never feared your innocent requests the way he did Ri- the saviours.

He allowed himself the soft satisfaction of pressing a kiss against your face, brushing your hair out of the way beforehand and holding his lips there for a second longer then he intended to. He drew back to catch your subconscious smile at his movements, and he felt himself smile in return without meaning to.

He should go. Rest for an hour and finish his work before your meeting. he should pull himself away from your peaceful expression and his mind filled with thoughts of you. But... it was Valentine's day, she'd understand if he stayed with you a little longer, wouldn't she?

[saeyoungchoismaid]

prompt 50 w saeyoung perhaps??

BRO ANON THATS SO SPICY BFAOUEFAFANFNLA

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Warnings: semi-public sex, uh kinda mean dom Saeyoung but also not really?, reader is called "pet" at the end

You never thought your first RFA party would end up like this.

Sure, you set up all the decorations, get ready, greet all your guests as they come in, make toasts, drink, and eat from the buffet, but you didn't think you'd be...well...

Getting railed over the sink counter in the bathroom.

You and Seven had been flirting back and forth for a while now, but you never expected for him to be so...bold.

You moan with each thrust, your eyes rolling back into your head when he hits that special spot deep inside of you. "God, you're noisy," he hisses, bringing his hand to clamp it over your mouth.

You look up at him through the mirror, finding your disheveled reflection staring right back at you. Your eyes then flicker up more, making eye contact with him now. He gives you a crazed grin, giving you a hard thrust before continuing with the rapid thrusts.

"Gotta cum soon, baby, if you're gonna cum. We can't stay here long or they'll start to get suspicious," he warns, biting his lip and going even faster. You nod your head since he's still keeping you quiet, your hole fluttering around him.

"Good pet..." he groans as he squeezes your hip, smiling at your reflection.

[saerran-choi]

Sweeter Than Ice Cream

Hi guys! Yes I am alive

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Saeran x Reader

Summary: What happens when Saeyoung gets involved in Saerans love life in an ice cream parlor?  

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It was the girl at the ice cream parlor who made him change. It was the girl at the ice cream parlor who made him realize he truly was worthy of love. It was the girl at the ice cream parlor with whom he fell in love. 

It was always such a hassle to get Saeran out of the house. After his escape from Mint Eye, and his long recovery, the lighter haired twin still never wanted to leave the safety of the bunker, much to his brothers dismay. 

He had began to grow his hair out from the white, the tips of his hair were pink, and the roots were coming in at a bright red. They were only about an inch grown out, but as his brother would put it, it was a great start. Even if he acted as if he hated the change, sometimes in the morning, Saeyoung would pass by his brother in the bathroom, trying to tame his bedhead, but every time when his brothers eyes would catch onto the reflection of the red roots growing, he could catch the glimpse of a smile on the edge of his brothers lips, before hes angrily shouting and closing the door in Saeyoung’s face, and the only thing he can think to do is laugh as his brother yells at him for peeking. 

It was these memories that Saeran always complained about, how his brother was so annoying, but it was these memories that he truly held onto. They were the memories that played when he couldn’t sleep due to memories of Mint Eye, he would think about how his idiot brother blew up the microwave the day before by accidentally putting the entire bag of chips in the microwave. And every time, he can fall asleep safe, and sometimes he can even fall asleep with a smile on his face. 

To get him out of the house, Saeyoung bribes him with ice cream. The promise of that  sweet treat almost always got his brother out bed and out the door and through the day out with his brother. 

The cling of the bell at the door is the first thing that makes her look up from wiping down the counters of the small ice cream parlor. It was empty, besides from her, which wasn’t strange, due to the fact that it was in the middle of December and there were threats of snowfall. But the could weather couldn't deter Saeran from the idea of such a sweet treat. 

Saeran had always hated the cold. The memories of Mint Eye and the nights in the dungeon on the cold stone floors were always brought up in his mind during the cold weather. He despised it. But in that very moment he could have thanked any god who was out there for the cold weather. He could use that as a self excuse as to why when he made eye contact with the girl behind the counter, his cheeks had dusted into a rosy pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears. He should have been freezing cold, but the only thing he felt was that fiery blush he got when he made eye contact. 

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When she had gone to work that day, she hadn’t expected it to go this way. It was an average day. Get up, get ready, eat breakfast, or lunch, depending on the day, and head to work. It was a lifestyle. Get up, go to work, go home, sleep. It was a normal cycle for a normal person, and she didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much that could be done. 

The store was slow today, which should have been more obvious. It was mid december, and no one wanted ice cream in the cold weather. She had finished helping one of the regulars, and had just started cleaning the counters when they walked in. Friends? No. They were too similar to each other. Brothers? More than likely. She puts on her customer service smile, and goes to greet them both, 

“Welcome in! Whenever you’re ready just let me know and I’ll be happy to help”. She smiles, unable to keep her eyes from gazing over towards the lighter haired man, and the light blush that dots her cheeks. 

Why can’t I bring myself to look away? 

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Saeyoung grins as he notices his brother's complexion and the strong gaze between him and the girl behind the counter, knowing full well it wasn’t because of the cold weather, but because of the girl behind the counter. The grin remains on his face as he begins to form a plan in his mind. 

“Saeran, you want the same mint one right? Why don’t you find a table and I’ll order” Saeyoung grins, and he watches his brother go to argue, before just sighing and nodding, shuffling off to go find a table, and much to his brothers surprise, he chooses a seat near the front, and a perfect view of the counter. 

Saeyoung makes his way to the front counter, to which the girl greets him again and he places his order, his eyes never leaving her form as she works to complete it, and he couldn’t help but notice how her eyesight seemed to glance off towards the location of his brother, and how his brothers glance always seemed to be focused on the front counter, and not on the phone in his hands. 

She hands him the cups with the frozen treat in them with a soft smile, going to turn to finish completing her task before the redhead speaks up again. 

“Uh, excuse me?” he asks, his voice having that boyish Im up to no good tone to it. Hearing it, she turns back and gives him another soft smile 

“Is something wrong?” to which he shakes his head 

“Not at all! I just couldn’t help noticing you keep looking over towards my brother-” her face flushes a vibrant pink at his words, and he grins “-and you think he’s attractive right?” he finishes, and her face flushes an even darker red if physically possible, and she felt like it was suddenly summer in the middle of December as she attempts to stutter out a response, while saeyoung laughs. 

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Saeran felt a slight pang of jealousy at the scene in front of him, the way his brother seemed to have a talent to talking to people, and he was jealous about that, but not in this moment. He didn’t exactly understand jealousy, especially not being jealous of his brother flirting with this girl. He wasn’t exactly a flirty or even outgoing guy, so why did he feel the need to stand and go talk to her, to make her like him more than his brother? The feeling didn’t sit right with him, but yet, that light cozy feeling he felt when he looked at her was something that he enjoyed. 

Is this what-affection feels like? Disgusting. Yet- I never want to be without it again. 

When his brother returns to the table, he practically swipes his cup out of his twins hand, taking a bite, and mumbling something incoherent towards his redheaded twin. 

“Huh? What was that dear brother of mine? You need to speak up more if you want to be heard. I’m sure the pretty lady at the counter can’t hear you at this table. We have enough distance between us.” Saeyoung girns as he stares at his brothers pouting stance. 

“H-How did you talk to her so easily?” Saeran’s eventually able to mumble out, attempting to hide his face from his brother, not because he was embarrassed, but because he didn't want to see his brothers smirk, nor be teased about it. 

“I just did” he grins “I can’t talk you through it Saeran, you just gotta do it yourself. But believe me, she’s had her eyes on you since you entered the building. Go ask for her number, and I’m sure she’d give it to you. Or you can just give her yours.” 

“I-I cant just ask that-” 

“Sure you can! Guys do it all the time!” 

“But-” 

“Oops-” Saeyoung can’t stop the grin on his face when he pushes his brother's cup over and his ice cream splatters onto the floor. He had full intentions to clean it up, he just needed to give his brother a push to talk to her. “Awe you hardly ate any of it. Here, go buy a new one while I clean this!” 

Saeran grumbles but stands anyway to make his way back to the counter to replace his spilled ice cream with a small sigh.

Just ask for her number? Is it really just that simple? 

“What can I do for you?” She gives a soft smile, and he can feel the blush return to his cheeks. 

She’s a lot prettier up close. 

“Y-Yeah- I need two scoops of- uh- mint?” he asks, insteads of states and she nods “Of course, was there- anything else?” she asks 

It’s now or never. 

“Uh- yeah. Actually- there is one more thing-” he says quietly, and she looks up as she hands him his scoops. It the time it took to ask that, she had the opportunity to finish his order. 

“Hm? What is it?”

“I-uh- can I get your phone number?” he’s eventually able to stutter out, and as her cheeks flush pink, she gives a small nod, reaching over to grab ahold of a pen and a stray napkin, writing down the ten digits for her number, and handing it to him with a soft smile. 

“You will call right?” she asks as she hands it to him, and he nods his head, as if eager. 

“I-I will” he states, and she gives a nod of her head. 

“I’m (Y/N)” 

“I’m Saeran” he responds, 

“Well Saeran, I will be seeing you later” she smiles, as another couple makes their way into the shop, and saeyoung wraps his arm across his brothers shoulders, leading him out of the ice cream parlor with a grin on his face. Saeran wasn’t even focused on his brother leading him from the shop, rather he was focused on the napkin he held tightly in front of him as he read the message over and over, as if unable to believe it. 

Call me anytime (: (xxx) xxx-xxx -(Y/N) <3 

The message itself was simplistic but it was the fact that it was written for him, and no one else, that he was the one that caught her attention, and not his loud, outgoing older brother made him even more excited. 

I can’t wait to call her. 

[sugafairy]

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[Warning: Pure Smut]

[Yoosung x MC]

Yoosung sighed as he removed the headphones and hanged it on the monitor. After finishing one game, LOLOL notified they’d be down for some service maintenance. Really, at this hour? he thought, it was only in the afternoon. Feeling defeated as there’s not much to do, he slumped down on the bed as he closed his eyes, only for his head to fall on the back of your calves as you lay on your stomach on the bed, elbows supporting your upper half as you were too engrossed in a mobile game to complain about Yoosung’s weight.

You were wearing a borrowed shirt from him and some undies, a blue colored one decorated with golden stars. Somehow it reminded of you of Yoosung that’s why you bought it. When Yoosung first saw it, he chuckled at your choice of underwear. 

"Says the guy with the superman underwear!" you retorted back. When Yoosung asked why'd you even bought it in the first place, his face immediately went red. Suddenly, it was his favorite underwear of yours.

By this time sex was already a casual thing in your relationship, Yoosung no longer gets flustered whenever he sees you in your bare legs, unlike the first time he did.. His face was so red and tried so hard to gaze away but failed.

Yoosung opened his eyes only to meet your panties, he blinked several times and stared at that one golden star… without any conscious thought, his hand started to move and his finger poked the star that was directly at your sex.

Too engrossed in your game, you didn’t bother scolding Yoosung, knowing he probably just was teasing you. But he teased you further, his finger poking deeper, “Y-Yoosung!” you breathe. Without giving you any moment, he started to rub you, that particular star that rested on your core, you started to get that tingly feeling, heat spreading throughout your body.

You let go of the phone and looked at him, his one hand on your thigh, his face too close to your sex, “Yoosung!”, Yoosung suddenly jumped, as if he was freed from being hypnotized. Yoosung looked at you, a hint of blush across your face and your breathing slowly becoming heavier.

Seeing you like that because of him, made him feel more bolder for his next move, he flashed you a goofy grin before digging into your sex. Your scent and taste was addicting for him, he teased you by biting within your panties, making you groan as he did so. Both of his hands now holding down your thigh as his tongue started to lick you, your fluid seeping through the fabric. He started to suck through your panties, making you whimper and frustrated as he still hasn’t taken it off.

Your hands dug into the sheets as he guided your waist to lift up, he gave your sex a quick kiss before finally removing your underwear, a long line of fluid followed through your panties. Yoosung awed at the sight, seeing you already dripping wet only from his fingers and tongue made his blood go to… a certain area. Ignoring his needs, he started to lap on what was in front of him. His hands holding onto your thighs as his slick tongue traced your slit. Your silent whimpers motivated him to do more, he wanted to hear your voice. With his tongue he started to play with your nub, he put pressure as his tongue toyed around it. You gifted him a long moan as he started to suck the little bud, finally hearing your voice he rewarded you as well with his talented fingers.

His gaming skills really put his fingers on the next level, he was quick with his hands. He quickly inserted two fingers inside you as you moaned into the bed sheets. His fingers finding that sweet spot inside you and putting pressure where it hits you the most, while his mouth continued to suck the bud and his tongue played with it. You felt the pleasure quickly building up.

“Yoosung, I-I’m close,” you moaned, Yoosung suddenly retracted his fingers only to be replaced by his warm tongue. His thumb and finger squeezing your nub, and with one hard suck you climaxed into his mouth. The room filled with your moans and whimpers as he lapped on your juices. Teasing you further by giving your nub a quick suck causing you to whimper.

Feeling your legs weakening, Yoosung placed a pillow under you. He wiped the flowing juices on his chin with the back of his hand. He started to reached for the night stand when you stopped him by his wrist. He looked at you puzzled.

“I’m.. I’m safe today,” you muttered, gazing away at the shy request. Yoosung gulped and nodded. He knew what you meant, what you wanted. His excitement grew twice as more knowing the he could feel every inch of you without any plastic surrounding him.

He quickly removed his pants along with his boxers, a sigh of relief left his lips as his member became free. He knew he was excited, but seeing his pre-cum leaking down on his shaft he didn’t know he wanted you already by that much. He held his member and spread the fluid around it, relief and pleasure releasing on his body as he finally stroke his member, groaning as he did so. 

Stopping himself, he placed his member on your slit, slowly rubbing it against your sex, spreading his pre-cum and teasing you to build up that pleasure again. Once he heard your pleas, he slowly entered you. He’s filling you up slowly, savoring every inch as you squeezed him. Once he was deep he stopped, giving himself a moment. One wrong move and it would end here. He wanted so savor every second being inside you with no condom.

Growing impatient, you started to wiggle your hips, “So warm.. hahh”, Yoosung moaned.

You lifted your hips a little higher, giving him more access as he thrusts deeper inside you, hitting all the right spots. You can feel his member pulsating inside you, filling every part inside of you. Yoosung held onto your hips, pounding you harder and faster. His member engulfed in your warmness, room echoing both of your moans. You started to move your own hips, meeting his every thrust. You arched your back as he pounded into you more, moaning as he keeps hitting that sweet spot inside you. The pleasure coiling inside you.

Yoosung can feel you’re near, and he is too. He reached to one of your hands and grabbed it, clasping his hand on yours. “Y-yoosung haah~”, with one last thrust you both climaxed. Yoosung spilling everything inside you and moaning to your ear. You twitched under him, feeling everything inside, Yoosung chuckled as he peppered your shoulders with kisses. You whimpered as Yoosung removed himself from you.

Sliding beside you, Yoosung turned you to your side, his hand on your waist as his thumb drew circles.

Your team has been: DEFEATED

Your phone suddenly announced, remembering you were playing a game. You groaned hearing the announcement.

"Ahh! Cutie~ I'm sorry!" Yoosung said as he peppered you with more kisses as compensation for making you lose your game.

[monotonemanday]

A State Fair-y Tale

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Upbeat circus type music could be heard in the distance in one direction and in the other there was pleasant music coming from a small stage, most likely a local band. Children running around, laughing, chasing one another, teenagers walking around hand in hand, parents enjoying a bit of a break from wrangling up kids all day. 

The sun was out and there were only a few big bright fluffy white clouds in the beautiful light blue sky. You looked out across the huge field spotting so many different sectioned off areas, families with their spots set up in the grass, a small roller coaster, a large ship that rocked back and forth, something spinning at an alarming speed, a ferris wheel and a sea of different tents and booths for local vendors. 

It had been awhile since you were at a State Fair. Ever since you had moved away from home you were constantly in big cities, and at present day, there was nothing small or rural about your life. 

You had returned to your home town because one of your favorite cousins you had grown up with was getting married. You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to bring along your partner, your boyfriend. Show him off a bit. 

The wedding went off perfectly. A beautiful ceremony and he had charmed everyone in attendance. Even your cousin, the blushing bride, had a few words of envy for you about how lucky you are. And you knew it to be true. You loved that you could show off your man. But now...here at the fair. It was a bit much. People couldn't stop staring.

With your blanket in one hand and his hand in the other you gave a side glance to your boyfriend. He insisted on wearing that three piece suit. His normal attire, but at a state fair? Well...it looked like he was running for mayor of the town or something. Trying to make a good impression.

"Jumin?"

He turned to face towards you, the sun dancing off his raven hair.

"Yes, love?"

"Are you sure you're okay wearing a suit? It's pretty warm out, and it will continue to get hotter."

He furrowed his brows together, signifying his entering into deep thought.

"Perhaps, I should have listened to you, my dear. It seems I have severely misinterpreted what a fair like this would be like. I am stubborn to a fault." He tugged your hand, pulling you in close to him and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I can simply take off my suit jacket if it gets too warm."

You gave him a heartfelt smile and rolled your eyes internally. You loved how he dressed, how he carried himself and how he was so naive too certain things. Of course having a man escort you around in a suit made you feel almost like royalty, but you were in a small rural town, for the state fair, and you were going to show him what it was like. What it was like to genuinely experience something like this. 

"Jumin, I brought a change of clothes in the car just in case your stubborn walls came down." 

The corner of his lips upturned and he gave a throaty chuckle.

"Alright, love. I'll see if I can make it work." 

As Jumin walked back to the car, you sauntered around for a bit and found the perfect spot in the grass. Unfolding the blanket you began to spread it out, when a group of women came up to you. You recognized them and greeted them kindly. They made a little bit of small talk but then immediately went into the third degree with their questions. Each one of course being about Jumin.

Once they heard the word "boyfriend" their jaws dropped. Asking if he was a politician, a celebrity, a billionaire playboy. If you were just his mistress, and if he needed another. You were becoming overwhelmed with their squawking, the heat getting to you on top of that. Feeling weak at the knees, you suddenly felt a gentle hand placed on the small of your back and a rich baritone voice silence they clucking hens.

"Good afternoon, Ladies. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. My dear, are these old friends of yours?"

Jumin was no longer in his suit but the wide eyed Mary's staring at him were still equally impressed. Now dressed in form fitting khaki shorts and a light lavender button up shirt, you found yourself staring as well. Him being so covered up most of the time, you often forgot how fit he looked. His calf muscles, his forearms, everything so toned. With a few blinks you snapped yourself back to reality and out of your day dream fantasies.

"Oh, yes this are some acquaintances that I used to know."

Jumin chatted with them amicably for a beat. If he allowed it, they probably would have talked to him the rest of the day and well into the night. But Jumin didn't waste time with such things and he also wasn't about to let a day with you go to waste.

"It was nice meeting you all, but I am afraid I have to cut things short. I am here on a date with my loved one and she has a lot to show me when it comes to these fairs." His hand once again found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours. You both found each others gaze and smiled brightly at each other.

"Okay, let's go!" You begin to walk off in a random direction but your were stopped. Jumin had his feet planted and wasn't very...mobile. "Jumin?"

"We are leaving? But we just put the blanket down."

"Well yes, to save our spot. We will come back after we look around and get somethings to eat. This is really just where we'll come to take a break or if we get a whole bunch to eat and need to sit!"

Jumin loved your enthusiasm, but he was still a bit perplexed.

“We’re going to leave it unattended? What if it is stolen? If someone mistakes it for their own? Can someone take over this spot we have pick if we ourselves are not present”

Looping your arm through his and snuggling close to his side you stifled your giggling.

“This is a small community, Jumin. Not the big city. It will be fine here, I promise.” With a gentle nudge he let you know he was ready to go on the days adventure. 

First, the two of you walked around arm in arm, getting the lay of the land. You explained which stalls were games, which were shops, and which sold food. You showed him where different competitions took place. Those were the most confusing for him.

“A pie eating contest? People compete in who can eat a dessert better? How can you tell who is eating it best?” 

“Well Jumin, it’s whoever has the most enjoyable expression while eating.”

He blinked at you and rubbed the back of his head in inquiry.

"I don't think that is all that accurate..."

You let out a satisfying belly laugh and pecked his flushed cheek.

"Eating contests are when people try to eat the most of something in a certain amount of time. Pie's, Hot Dog's. Maybe one day we can find a Pancake eating contest and you can enter."

"Or a whine drinking contest?" Jumin asked in all seriousness as his eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas.

"I think you and Jihyun already have those at home."

The two of you laugh and make your way further down the line of sections. 

"Are these the pie's they use for the contest?" When you looked to what Jumin was pointing at you saw a table with several different pies all lined up.

"Oh! No, that is the Pie BAKING contest. That's where locals bring their best attempts at pies and then the best one wins!"

"I see. So they bring in chefs and critics I am sure. With degrees and high levels of experience?"

"Uhm. No. Usually it's like, the Mayor, or a local business owner."

"Well that won't do. That is not fair to the people who are looking to have their baking judged. Clearly they are looking for praise and critique."

"Actually I think it's more of something they do for fu- no no no no Jumin! Get back here!" You were scream whispering at your boyfriend who left your side and was now talking to the woman he had seen holding the prize ribbons. 

Hastily you ran up to them to try and diffuse the situation, when you recognized the woman. Mrs. Cook your old babysitter. 

"Mrs. Cook I'm so sorry to-"

"Is this your girlfriend young man?" She interrupted you with a big hug and took a good look at you.

"You've grown so much! I was just talking to this charming young man. He mentioned his girlfriend was from here and I am assuming that he was talking about you!" She gave you another bear like hug. "I always knew you were going to end up with someone so successful! A businessman with unparalleled good looks as well!" She gave him a cheeky little wink of her own.

"Thank you, I hope he wasn't being too harsh with you abou-" You were interrupted again by her enthusiasm.

"No No! He's wonderful. Actually, I was wondering if you two would like to be the judges of the pie eating contest." 

Looking over at Jumin, he slowly produced his most charming smile. You gently shook your head, embarrassed by his antics but for his sake you agreed. Before the competition started, Jumin asked you a few more questions. Like why do the pie's get accolades and ribbons when it was the person that baked the pie that is the real winner. You explained it's just for show in a way. He also explained to you why he asked your old babysitter for the task of judging the pies. How you are a local and fitting for the task and how he is a prominent business man and due to his high demand of fine dining with clients he has the perfect pallet for such a thing. The real reasons why he wanted to judge however, remained a mystery. But you had a hunch it was because he knew how much you loved pie. Once the two of you finished judging the pies, the contest was over, and local photographers and reporters were done swarming your boyfriend. The two of you continued on. 

Jumin bought a few souvenirs at the stalls where people were selling hand crafted goods. You had him try several deep fried things, cotton candy, junk after junk after junk. 

The two of you played some games. Jumin was perfect at the ring toss, the two of you were dead awful at the shooting range and Jumin ended up winning you a large stuffed animal playing darts. Not because he was good at it, but because he had ended up asking the worker so many questions and going over so many statistics that the worker gave it to him just so he would get out of his hair. You saw some more people that you recognized from your past and watched a couple of bands on the stage. Jumin seemed very fond of how calm and simple it was having a gentle local band performing for a crowd.

After walking around and introducing Jumin to fresh squeezed lemonade, the two of you returned to your blanket and sat down with a funnel cake for each of you.

The crispy fried bread topped with the messy powdered sugar smelt so delicious and so inviting. Familiar to you but foreign to Jumin. Ready to take an enormous bite yourself you noticed Jumin looking at his hesitantly.

"Is something wrong, hun?"

"Well..." His cheeks were a light pink and he held the plate up to his eye level. "It's just...how are you supposed to eat this? The sugar on the top is very messy. There are no utensils. And everything else we ate today, well for the most part, came on a stick."

"You use your hands, Jumin." Your heart was bursting with joy and love for this adorable man. 

Holding your funnel cake in the air, making a proper path to your mouth you suddenly felt a breeze whip by you and a bite from your funnel cake was gone.

"Jumin! You use your own hands! To eat your own food!" You burst out laughing as you catch him with his cheeks puffed out. Stuffed with the big bite he just took. He swallowed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. 

"Darling, I have learned many things today but this is where you are wrong. Eating it this way is much better." He picked his funnel cake off of his plate and held it carefully to your mouth. You took a bite and blushed once you realized the two of you were feeding each other in plain view of everyone else. 

The day was coming to an end and the two of you folded up your blanket. With the sun getting ready to set, Jumin took your hand and walked you to the Ferris Wheel. You waited in line while each basket rotated to the bottom for people to step in. When it was your turn, you got in the basket and Jumin stopped short. 

"There is no worker that escorts us in here? A driver for our basket?"

"Jumin...there's no-"

He stepped inside and gave you a smirk, with kind gentle eyes.

"I know. I was simply making a joke."

The two of you sat across each other, your basket mid way up, waiting for the actual ride to start. Suddenly you felt it shifting and sway back and forth.

"Jumin! You're making the weight un-even!" You were scolding him as you were clinging onto the front of his shirt. He had stood up and moved to sit directly next to you.

"I know that, love. But I feel better having you safe in my arms instead of across the way."

With your nerves settled the Ferris Wheel began it's journey. You leaned on his shoulder and the two of you watched the sunset in silence for several rotations. Occasionally you felt him lay a gentle kiss on top of your head. 

"Jumin, thank you for coming with me."

"Hhmmm?" He looked down at you and you looked up to see him a bit puzzled.

"We came here for my cousins wedding. We didn't have any other reason for being here. But you made time to come to the state fair, on a date with me. Thank you."

He pulled you in closer and you rested your head on his shoulder once more. "No, dear. Thank you. I never thought like this things were a necessity, and I never thought that the way I grew up made me anything but normal. I never thought I had to participate in these kinds of things to make me like everyone else. And I still don't. I learned a lot of things and had a lot of fun. I needed to come here today not to be like everyone else, but because this is a part of you and the world you grew up in. So it's important that I take part in it too."

Feeling immense light and love you craned your neck so that the two of you could share a soft kiss. Enjoying all of the sounds, the breeze, and looking back on the memories of today, you realized something. 

No matter where you are, what you are doing, how he is dressed, or if he is doing something new or something he has done a thousand times; He will always be the prince making you feel like a princess living out a fairy tale. Because no one could ever love, comfort, care for, or deliver, like Jumin Han.

[gxldenflower]

Insomniacs (Jumin Han x Reader)

NOTE: Originally posted on my ao3, supposedly_archer, on October 30th, 2020. Both the summary and A/N are copied & pasted

Summary: Just a little bit of late night Jumin Han fluff, because everyone needs that in their life.

A/N: This is my first time writing for anyone from msyme, so I'm kinda nervous even though this is just a short imagine lmao

Warnings: None

Word Count: 255

Gender Neutral Reader

“Y/N, love, what are you doing up so late?”

You turn around at your husband’s voice. He’s standing in the doorway of the glass sliding door that opens to your penthouse’s balcony.

The windy night air makes you shiver. “I could ask the same about you.” You smile slightly, and Jumin shakes his head at your reply. He makes his way towards you and stands behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and tucks his nose into the crook of your neck, and you smile softly to yourself.

It was rare to see Jumin this relaxed and affectionate. Most of the time he comes off as rigid and cold to everyone, and it had taken a while for him to become this soft and open with you.

Your husband’s warm breath tickles your skin. “Why are you still up, my love?” You sigh at his question.

“Just anxious,” you mumble, and Jumin hums at your response. He unlaces his arms from around your body and takes your hand in his, turning you around to face him.

He uses his free hand to caress your face. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Jumin asks you softly, and you bury your face into his chest, breathing in his scent.

“Just you being here is enough, love.” At your words, your husband places a kiss on top of your head. You lean in closer to him. “I love you, Jumin.”

“I love you more, my angel.”

[little-writings]

A Silent Expression (Jumin x MC)

Once it’s mentioned, you can’t help but notice something peculiar about how your husband looks at you.

Word Count: 639 

I’m dying, Squirtle 

Also, I set up an art blog and I’m going to shamelessly promote it on here it’s @sleepy-doodles you can send in art requests on there if you’d like.

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“Have you ever noticed it?” Jahee asked, turning her gaze to you.

She had dropped by to pick up some papers from Jumin, your husband having left the room to retrieve them.

“Noticed what?” You raised a curious brow, frowning.

“The way he looks at you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, questions burning in your head at the idea. “What about it...?”

“I’ve never seen him look at anything the way he looks at you,” She stated. “It’s like you...it’s like you painted the very sky or raise the sun every day. It’s like...you’re everything.” 

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, never having quite thought about it before. 

And the gears in your mind began to turn.

He had always viewed you with such warmth and adoration, a light in his gaze like a candle in a dark room.

As though as long as you were beside him, it’d be okay.

“I think he’s truly happy,” She smiled lightly. “because of you.” 

The words left you stunned, still processing the very idea as Jahee left, having all that she needed.

And Jumin quickly noticed. 

You never stopped studying him, examining to see if that same glint would stay in his eyes towards anything else. 

But it didn’t. 

It only came when he looked at you.

It was as if he lit up like a firework at the very sight of you. 

He loved you that much? 

The pure amount left you in shock, hardly able to comprehend it.

Someone loved you that much.

He loved you so much.

“Darling, what’s the matter?” He eventually asked, peering closer. “Did something happen?” 

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his face in your fingers. 

There was so much tenderness in his gaze.

There always had been.

As though he was overwhelmed with his adoration for you, spilling out in his words and expression.

Did he know how much he meant to you?

Did you tell that much in your glances?

Jumin melted at your touch, taking your hand and pressing his lips between your knuckles, smiling lightly.

“Why do you...” You began, the question slipping from you without you even entirely aware. “Why do you look at me the way you do...?”

He stopped, tipping his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You look at me like...like I’m your entire world...”

He thought for a moment before chuckling softly, pulling you close.

“Well, that’s because you are my entire world dear.” 

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“MC, you’ve changed my life like I never thought possible,” Jumin explained, weaving his fingertips through your hair. “You gave me a reason to smile and to laugh, a reason to believe that miracles existed. Because you are a miracle.”

“R-Really?” 

“Darling, what you see when I look at you is hardly a fraction of how much you mean to me.” 

You couldn’t even come up with what to say in response, tears welling in your eyes as you erupted towards him, curling your arms around him, holding him as though he were your lifeline. 

He returned the embrace in seconds, not even hesitating.

“I love you so much.” Your murmured, your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

And his response left you never wanting to let go.

“And it still amazes me how lucky I am that you do.” 

[k0kichiimagines]

SOFT DOM RAY. SMUT. AFAB!READER. please 🥺

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DOM RAY!! okay idk if im reading too much into things but i always took the hide & seek call to me him saying he's a mostly dom switch ‼️‼️ thats how i hc him, mostly dom but also a switch wouldn't mind subbing !!

anyways i had so many ideas for this, i have loads of saeran / ray smut in my notes app HAH, i picked this one though !!

[soft dom]ray x [afab, no prns]reader

cws : nsft!!

Oh, he is so addicted to you. Something about the way his name falls from your lips over and over again as you press your hips down against the two fingers he currently has thrusting in you at a steady yet uncertain pace. All he really needed was that little bit of encouragement, that way you looked at him so lustfully and begged him to, that was all he needed to get himself here. His face is in the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, leaving red marks and soft bites - the evidence that you let him touch you.

“Ray. Ray I’m..”

He pulled back his face enough to observe your face, to meet your gaze with your half lidded eyes and flushed face. “Go on, let yourself.” You looked so beautiful to him, letting your head fall back as your fingers gripped the sheets, so unreal. The only light came from what moonlight peaked through the curtains and the soft honey glow of a bedside lamp, the light hitting you in such a way you were almost glowing. The thought of your senses being so utterly overwhelmed with him, him, and nothing but him made his heart hammer even quicker. “Good prince/ss”

He lifted his fingers to his lips, instantly deciding that you were sweeter then any elixir in more ways then one.

He ever so lightly pulled your face up to kiss you, lightly feathery kisses as he positioned his body to allow your legs on either side of him. He rested on his forearms, your hands on his arms, resting against him. He can feel the softness of those blankets and sheets he picked out for you, the satin thin ones and the thicker cotton ones in case you got cold. You’re laid out on the softest pillows he could find, everything in this room was hand picked for you. Nearly every action he does is in hopes you’ll like it.

“May I?”

“Please do.” He’s slow for the initial movement, breath hitching in his throat as your back arched slightly, your hips moving to bury as much of him in you as you could. He gives you a second, opening his mouth to ask if you’re alright, if you want him to wait if- “Please, please move.” Your voice is his quiet command, and he thrusts his hips, flushing at the sounds of your reactions to his movements. Your legs wrapped around him, hands around his neck and in his hair as he lightly holds your hips. He lifts them slightly, experimentally, he’d be too embarrassed to admit he’d done research, but he had, and the gasp you let out at the deeper angle made that all nighter so so worth it to him.

He slipped a pillow under your hips, giving him his hands free once more to hold your waist, to give your breasts a gentle squeeze, to touch you so softly everywhere. Your name tumbled from his lips, “my [name]”.

A rougher thrust that hit right in your g-spot has your fingers digger tighter in his hair, mumbling semi coherent pleads for him to do that again, and again, and again. He obliged each time, to every request and beyond. You so very quickly felt your second orgasm of the night building, and again he encouraged you towards it, the way your walls fluttered and clenched against him as your pretty voice rang in his ear bringing him to his own orgasm, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his hand reaching to hold yours. Something so innocent and sweet during such a lewd moment.

“I simply adore you.” And then something else, something you couldn’t quite catch but sounded so very close to ‘I love you’, so close that you responded with your own three words.

A minute to rest. And then he pulls out from you, peppering your face in kisses, caressing your cheek, get you comfortable and then pulling a blanket over the both of you. You were tired, legs shaky as you rolled into his arms. He’ll only sleep for a bit, and then he’ll run you a bath. He’ll clean the sheets. It’s no trouble. He just wants to hold you right now

[k0kichiimagines]

WOAH OKAY YOUR ANGST WRITING NEARLY MADE ME CRY IT WAS THE ONE ABOUT SAERAN HAVING UNREQUITED FEELINGS FOR MC WHO IS MARRYING SAEYOUNG 😭😭😭

I've had a growing brainrot for saeran/unknown recently and I was wondering if you could write something about finally getting closer to saeran? something like fluff or you can just change it however you want, I trust your writing flair ✋🏻

i love writing se saeran so much <3 ahh i always loved the heart wrenching 'saeran loving mc in saeyoung's route' theories, it shatters my heart but i just had to write something at least once for it - i'm happy you liked it :D !

SE Searan x reader

: you truly do care for him, you'd wait all eternity just to sit by his side once

[Please hurry leave me, I can't breath, please don't say you love me]

[first love / late spring - mitski]

"Saeran?"

Saeyoung had left for the day, off to get a bunch of things done all in one go, and request you to stay. It wasn't uncommon for you to simply hang around the house, you'd grown fond of the twins, Saeyoung in a platonic best friends kind of way, and Saeran in that and a more… romantic sense. He was akin to a stray cat, staying firmly in his corner and only sometimes moving closer, enough for you to see his face clearly and the last bleached strands left in his hair, but never enough for him to do more then awkwardly sit near you.

Right now he was sitting on the grass outside, a blank look on his face as he stared into nothing. He didn't respond to your call, you didn't want to surprise him, nor did you want to leave him without checking on him. You sat next to him, holding your hand out as though to touch him but purposely leaving it hanging in the air - and he seemed to notice that and turn to face you. God, he looked rough, you could see it in his eyes. Silence fell over the both of you, he was clearly more comfortable with you then anyone else on a lot of days - the RFA seemed to see him as an unstable patient, and with his brother there was this awkward tension he could never bare for more then a few minutes at a time. But you didn't want to push it.

"Can I stay near you?"

"Sure." You let your hand drop near him, not yet breaking your gaze.

"Why do you want to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to stay."

"Because I'm worried about you. I care for you." The answer felt too simple, too direct, something Jumin would state with an expression only readable by someone who cared deeply for him in return, but it seemed to be enough for his expression to soften slightly. He turned to stare up at the sky once more, but without the lost expression this time. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you followed his gaze to look up at the soft clouds moving slowly above you. A bird flew over once, and another close behind. You heard some more sing elsewhere.

"Are you this nice to everyone?"

"No, only the ones really special to me."

"And I'm special to you? I barely even speak to you." An emotion flickered across his face, guilt? Regret? Hope? You weren't sure, you weren't sure he was either.

"Yeah." You turned to find him looking at you once more, seemingly much closer then he was before. "You're special to me." You confirmed once more, voice trailing off into nothing as he moved close enough that your forehead was centimetres from his, you felt your heart pick up pace, he'd never been so close to you before, not since the day he'd smashed through the apartment window and held you threateningly. "Even if we're not super close right now, I like you. I care for you." Your hands made their away against his cheeks, and his eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of such a gentle touch. "I'm happy just sitting near you like this, I want the best for you, I…" You stopped yourself there. Such words would be too much today.

"Please don't tell me you … Not yet. Not now." His voice cracked ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, and he quickly blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. A useless action, because he felt them run down his face regardless at your soft nod, the unspoken phrase that you didn't need to say for him to feel, he felt it in the way your hands only felt softer against his skin, in the way you rested your forehead against his. In the way that right here, right now, he couldn't think of a single other person on this planet but the two of you.

[k0kichiimagines]

GE!saeran w a suicidal partner...except the signs are subtle? like before he started recovering mc would make jokes like "i feel im gonna kms," "i feel like jumping off.." yada yada??

hurt/comfort

of course <3 i hope you're having a good day nonnie

[GE] saeran x reader

[we're not out of the tunnel yet]

TW : this work surrounds suicide and suicidal thoughts

i didn't put a community label on it because im still unsure what topics to use them for but pls lmk if you think i should !!

"I'm going to kill myself~" You hummed softly to yourself, in the similar way to how you'd sing your favourite songs while cleaning or working. The object in your hands simply wasn't cooperating, and while perhaps the average person would only get slightly irritated at such an ordeal, when everything in your mind is a constant wreck even the smallest thing going wrong is enough to make you hate yourself. You weren't going to cry, you'd feel too silly to shed tears over something like this, but you certainly were not happy, forcing a smile as you continued your self written song.

You'd assumed Saeran was elsewhere, he'd been typing away on his laptop the last you'd seen him, still overworking himself non stop to find out where the hell Saeyoung was. You'd made such jokes and songs often, but usually when you'd presumed him to be out of earshot, or quickly brushed them off when he'd frowned slightly and told you not to say that.

Only a week prior had seen you both in that little cabin in the woods, if you removed the situation surrounding you both it had been a nice place, you'd made a note to suggest visiting something similar one day in the future. Future. It was strange, you weren't one to plan for the future, or maybe you were one to desperately give yourself things for the future, things to reach to keep you going. Either way, you'd never planned in this way before. It was nice.

You wished to confine in him about the state of your mind, but you could write down a thousand and one reasons as to why you wouldn't dare. He's suffering himself, you'd feel like a burden, you'd only worry him, it wasn't too bad, you could push through it and ignore it. But that doesn't stop you sometimes, just for a single second, imagining his arms around you, his soft voice. It's a fantasy to think sweet words and honest kisses would cure you, to think him promising you it would be okay would fix you, would clean you up. But knowing that doesn't stop you dreaming it. Doesn't stop you selfishly wanting him to carry you in his arms and erase all the agony in your mind. But he would make it easier to bare, wouldn't he? No use for such thoughts. Don't be silly. Think of him. Think of how you'd stress him.

"Ugh, come on, this is my thirteen reason just work already-!" You were cut off by your adoring lover carefully taking the item from you and fixing the situation quickly, you jumped slightly in surprise and felt guilt yourself in way he seemed worried and guilty at your reaction. "I thought you were still in the sitting room." You reassured him, moving closer. You weren't afraid of him, that was in the past.

But he didn't return your smile, hesitating when he returned the item to you. "My love…" he paused, clearly being incredibly careful in choosing his next words. "Those jokes you make…"

"Saeran." You place the box aside, and quickly cup his face. He stares at you, nothing but love and concern for you. You stammer - how can you look him in the face and lie to him? You can lie to the whole world, but never him. "Don't worry about me." He frowns at your words, but you speak again quickly, too quickly. "Please, it's okay, I'm okay. If they make you uncomfortable I'll stop saying them. I kind of say it without thinking but I'll-"

"You say them without thinking?"

You freeze slightly. He's sharp, he'd work out the underlying meaning you hadn't intended. "N-not like that, but…" Your mind is blank, struggling to find an excuse that isn't a full out lie but isn't the complete truth either. "Uhm…".

An uncomfortable silence falls. In all the time you've known him, you've never felt this awkward and scared around him.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" His voice is quiet. He's barely started recovering, he has a million fears running around his mind, but he won't say a word of them.

"I don't want you to worry about me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll feel bad." You confess. "If you stress about me and have to constantly pick me up… it'll be exhausting for you. I don't want to put that weight on you."

He closes his eyes and takes a breath. You expected him to be hurt, maybe annoyed - but he just looks sad. He looks sad. Sad for you.

You've made him upset.

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't you dare apologise." his words are sharp, but his voice is tender as always. "Don't you dare, never apologise." He pulls you into an embrace, arms tightly holding you. You relax, relax because he's holding your weight, he's got you safe. "It breaks my heart to think of you suffering, and it breaks it even more to think of you carrying it alone. My love, my life, your pain won't wear me down. I wish I could take it away, I wish you never had to shed a tear again, but I can't." He sits, you still in his embrace and now being pulled down with him. He cradles your body, positioning you to look at his face, eyes damp. "The idea of losing you…" He takes another breath. "I don't want to imagine it. I won't let you do that. If you'll let me, I'll do my best to support you, to care for you, I promised you and myself that I'd always love you."

"Saeran...I'm afraid."

"Of what?" although, perhaps he already knows. He just wants you to vocalise it, to use your voice rather then have him assume.

"Of getting better. It seems silly… but… it's so terrifying. The idea of having to change, to put the work in."

"It's not silly. I was paralyzed with fear when I was changing, I turned my fear to rage and took it out on you… but in the end I did it. It's not easy, every day is a struggle, I'm not aiming to 'be better', I'm just learning to live with it. For myself. I could do it because I knew… I know you're there to support me. So… don't do it alone. You're the only one who can change yourself, but that doesn't mean you should suffer alone." He holds out his pinkie finger to you. You stare at him questioningly. "We're both suffering. Let's make a promise, a promise to pick the other up, a promise to try, a promise to never…" He struggles to find the right wording that isn't blunt.

You latch your finger over his. "A promise to never give up. On ourselves and on each other." He brings your hands up to his lips and seals it with a kiss.

"To never give up." He moves to kiss your forehead. "You've made it this far. I'm proud of you for every day you made, and for all the ones I know you're strong enough to survive. My love."

[k0kichiimagines]

i couldn't think of enough msyme characters to start on the first... so second it is ! starting with unknown, ending with [GE] saeran, because i thought it would be nice to kind of follow how his route is the last you're expected to, while unknown is the first character you meet? these won't be long aa, i usually dont do anything for valentines day i am simply feeling romantic this year

[....?]

'Happy Valentine's Day ^^'

Did you expect something more? A phone call? An anonymous love letter? You questioned yourself as you stared down the text from the mysterious hacker, wondering if Seven would be annoyed if he ever found you you frequently contacted the hacker and never breathed a word to anyone else. You didn't really talk much, and he didn't really reply whenever you did - but he'd made it pretty clear pretty quickly that he was observing you. Somehow. Somewhere. You'd gotten into the habit of smiling at security cameras as you passed by, and at least twice you'd gotten a swift ding of a text message reply. Sometimes nothing more then a ':)'.

Strangely enough… it made you feel safe. That was weird, wasn't it? Surely knowing some unknown hacker was following your every move would usually fill you with a paralyzing fear - not make you smile silly to yourself.

Of course there was no reply from your message back, the message you were looking at was five hours old already - you knew by now that mean you wouldn't be getting a reply. It was alright though, even the smallest sign of anything from him was enough. You put your phone away as you opened the door to Rika's apartment (seriously, how much longer would you have to stay in this place? Why do you even have to stay here in the first place?). It was always cold, but for some reason it felt even chillier today, as though you were still outside in the grey February skies. You wondered how she'd managed to cope spending every night and day here - did she just spend most her days at V's?

You didn't dare to touch anything, but you were also hyper away of everything around you. So you knew there were no flowers at all at any point in your stay, let alone clearly fresh and real light pink carnations that had been oh-so-delicately placed in a glass vase. In fact, you think even the vase was new.

'pink carnations - i'm thinking of you.'

And... some money? Another note - 'i had to break the window to get in lol, this is for the repair'. Oh. It explained the draft at least, but didn't stop you sighed loudly - he knew the password, this was just to mess with you. Make it 'less sappy' you guessed.

Your phone dinged with another message, you suspected he was watching from the hallway cameras. 'hope you like them... :)'

[k0kichiimagines]

[there's things i wanna say to you but i'll just let you live]

Rika

Your relationship held no labels. No titles. Nothing set in stone in that you'd outright call her your girlfriend, yet there was something enough that allowed you to be captivated by her, if you ever fell for another (not that you would) it'd feel disloyal to her. You'd never even kissed her - nothing more then a gentle cheek kiss in the way friends greet one another, and you'd never meet her gaze for long afterwards in case your eyes fell to her lips by mistake. But you'd washed her hair with a soft touch she'd rarely felt and sung a soft tune you'd picked up from the radio that had been playing the day you two were trying to bake a cake and you'd noticed her smile softly at the sound of the sugar-sweet lyrics.

You don't remember when you'd moved in with her. The first year she'd spent it with no contact to you or anyone she once knew, booked herself into a centre somewhere far away with a true intent to manage things. And then she'd sent you a letter. And then two - and a few more months of casual conversations through handwritten notes. By the time she'd left, but still with weekly sessions with therapists, you'd been conversing for at least six months. You could tell she'd seemed... brighter. Warmer. She understood herself more, and while there was his quiet regret and guilt that lay on her shoulders, when you saw her for the first time and she smiled at you you could feel the pure joy at seeing you in her expression.

You'd visited. Then stayed the nights, stayed weeks, and then at some point you'd both noticed it'd been a month since you went back home so you might as well officially move in. She didn't contact the RFA, not V, not Saeran - perhaps in a few years she would talk, a closure to it all, but that time wasn't now.

You'd avoided the topic of Valentine's Day. Wondered if such a celebration would be too much too soon. Only making soft comments about it and watching her nod in reply. You didn't expect anything this year - not in a bitter way, you'd rather wait years and you and her then make things official with the both of you happy then she rushes into things again.

But perhaps she was happy. You awoke in the bed you'd shared together for years now to find a sweet note, a soft thank you. You'd left the warm covers and headed into the kitchen to find a vase of daffodils there, bright yellow and like pure sunshine itself. She was there, pouring two cups of tea (or maybe just one and something else of whatever you liked best). She smiled at you when you commented on the flowers, placing the teapot down with a soft thud.

"Happy Valentine's Day." She moved close enough to kiss your cheek, and you felt her smile against your skin when you replied her greeting. Comfortable silence feel over you as you seemed to tangle in each others arms in a sort-of embrace, the question lying there in the air, waiting to be spoke by one of you but without any urgency to utter it just yet. The sun peaked through the windows - it was warm for the middle of February, but you suppose Spring was close enough.

Her hands were warm against you skin as she held your face tenderly, looking at you like you were the only thing she'd ever seen.

"Can I kiss you?"

[k0kichiimagines]

Hello! Can I request ray/saeran being in love with MC while she is with 7?

yes yes! i took some inspiration from the bad ending where ray starts questioning if you've been playing 'his version' of the game,

also first fan fiction post of the year hehe happy new year everyone <3

ray x reader / seven x reader

[Heat lightening]

"there's nothing i can do, not much i can change. i give it up to you. i surrender"

cws : none; angst no happy ending / one sided love

"Why does it always crash when Seven's around?" your voice is frustrated - you'd taken a fondness to hacker, regardless of Ray's attempt to warn you his route would only hurt you. You'd be prepared to face the angst even for just a moment more of his sweet words - but it seemed the game would glitch and freeze, or Ray would conveniently have to come to do reports mid conversation. Were the warnings just covers for the route not being complete?

"Does it? It must be because that AI is the worst of the lot, he's filled with so many bugs he's caused nothing but trouble for me... of course you can chose who you'd want, but I'd advise a different route."

"Hmm... but I like Seven, it'd be a shame to give up just over a few bugs, don't you think?" He seemed to stiffen at your words, searching for something to say.

See, his excuses had worked, they'd all made sense even if they were a bit suspicious - but upon learning the AIs were in fact actual people, and this was an actual party you were planning, and you were also now surprise kidnapped by a cult, the excuses didn't work anymore. All he'd say was 'Seven is a traitor' ,'He's a liar' and 'He's a danger to the Mint Eye.'

From what you'd gathered... what you'd suspected... was Ray was being manipulated, controlled, hurt buy the 'saviour' of this nightmare. And if that was the case, then surely that only meant Seven wasn't the heartless evil you'd been told. Surely it meant... his words were true? You cared for Ray, perhaps not in the way you suspected he was starting to care for you, you didn't blush around him, your thoughts were platonic - but that doesn't mean you love him any less. Just different. You still want him free. But how could accomplish such a task? V was trying... what could you do that was any more? The man seemed too focused on desperately trying to get you to love him not Seven, love him, love anyone not Seven, please not Seven. Ray was crying, pleading, calm only when your hands were soft on his shoulders - only for his heart to shatter over and over again whenever you called him nothing more then a friend.

And he'd come night after night as though one day you'd change your mind, fall into his arm with the sparkle in your eyes he only saw when he was mentioned. Your words about escaping fell on deaf ears, went through a man who couldn't care less what he went through if he could only hold you once. He was sorry, sorry he lied, sorry he wasn't enough - he'll change everything, anything, please, please, please.

Saeran wasn't as kind. He shut down the messenger the second the party was cancelled - you didn't need to speak to them anymore. Seven was frantically trying to get through to you, setting up rooms after rooms that he tried to hide from Saeran's merciless attacks - never getting more then a few words out before Saeran shut it down, teasingly letting you both think that just for a second it would work.

"He took everything from me, he was always better then me. It's not fair, it's not fair! You're my toy! Mine! Mine, mine, mine!"

Day after day passed, nothing more then a blur of events. Had it been a week? Three days? A few minutes? Time meant nothing to you anymore.

707: ive found a way to send a message he can't see... but only one!! pls follow the link!! trust me and download it!! pls pls pls!!

And then you had a chatroom again. Well... it was just the two of you. He could add the rest... but... wasn't it nice to have the online equivalent of some alone time? He'd pass your messages on the others if you had any.

Oh? Was that your selfie? He thought you were even cuter then he'd pictured you. Are you embarrassed? Gahh, he can't handle it.

All the teasing from the members came to your mind, all the 'ohhh Seven likes you!!' from Yoosung, 'he's a man!! be careful!! from Zen.

707: imma dangerous guy... you shouldn't fall for someone like me lol

(name): im already in a dangerous situation, arent it?

707: lololol

707: true...

707: do i need to be ur prince in shining armour to come save u?

(name): saved with a true loves kiss!

707: ki

707: kiss?!

(name): its the only way to truly save me

707: ah, then i'll have to do it. you know. to save you.

Your mood rose, Saeran hated it and snatched your phone again and again, unaware Seven was sure to keep the app hidden unless he activated it, calling you before hand and with a whole system to shut it off in a second if Saeran came barging in - code words, secret clues, it was all hidden and neat,

But then he slipped up.

You two were never at pet names. Not seriously. The sudden accidental 'Darling' in one of his what Saeran now understood as fake attempts at contacting you felt like a slap to the face. Could it have been a joke? But in such a seemingly serious message... He looked back, he saw the switch, the one night he hadn't noticed anything and suddenly you were happier and Seven was trying less.

Saeran: You two think you're so clever, huh?! Using private chatrooms.

Saeran: just you wait...

Saeran: i'll take your phone myself.

Saeran: sit lonely in that room and do nothing but wait for me. i'll even install a speaker system, you can talk to me through that hehehe

Saeran: say goodbye to your lover boy.

He through his phone after sending that last message, ignoring the cracking of the screen as he yelled into the palms of his hands. He couldn't admit why this angered him so much, if he thought he would have to admit - so he didn't think. He sat there in silence, no sound beyond his shaken breaths.

Darling.

If he were to head to your room he'd break down again, he'd yell and fall crying at your feet, he'd forget the phone and run, it would the catalyst to you leaving. To him having to accept the one simple fact : you didn't romantically love him.

Perhaps he knew this. Subconsciously. Perhaps consciously.

Perhaps he went to you anyway,

[k0kichiimagines]

" you know just how to be cruel when you shake your hips that way

i dont care what you say

michelle

michelle "

[f] suit saeran x [f] reader ; [f] ray x [f] reader

cws : general another story cws

a/n : i kept ray as ray because i felt it could fit for a gender neutral name? i wasnt sure about saeran so i went with miss choi. nyways i thought of this as i was playing his route in time for his bday,, sorry for typos !!

"this one's pretty." you gesture to the flower. it is pretty, a bright pure orange lily, the petals long and curved outwards. it was blooming so nicely. ray nodded slowly, although she didn't seem to fully agree, her eyebrows knitted slightly.

"it is pretty. but it doesn't suit you, not at all."

"what does it mean?"

"hatred." you nodded in understanding. "so, id never give you this one. it doesn't suit you"

"so... which one does suit me?" her eyes darted over to you, cheeks turning pink as she thought about it.

"so many. but..." her eyes glanced around the flowers, although she didn't really need to, she knew the placement of every flower like the back of her gloved hand. perhaps even better. "lisianthus." she decided on firmly. "thats one."

...

"those purple eye-sores ray gave you are wilted, aren't they?" her fingers lifted the fallen petals, letting them fall back on the wooden table. you didn't reply, eyes scanning the expression on her face, the almost resmoseful look that was dusted under her disgust. her mint eyes snapped to yours, pinning you in place. "wouldn't you like new ones? perhaps they'd brighten up the place, you've really dulled the room down."

"what ones will you get me?"

"hmph." she backed away from the dead flowers, brushing the suit jacket down slightly. "you'll just have to see, won't you, princess? it'll be something ray could never dare to give you. look forward to it."

"and what do those ones mean?" she flushed at your sudden closness to her, but kept her voice level enough.

"ah, they mean..." that hesitation was back again, you won't hate her for it, right?

"hey! miss princess, i have your flowers." the voice called out, the knocks on the door loud enough for you to have guessed the perpetrator already. you opened the door, her smile was wide. malicious, almost. dangerously beautiful.

"hello, miss choi."

"yeah yeah, take these. put them in that vase, the old ones can go in the bin for all i care." your hand lightly reached for the flowers, holding them light enough that you won't damage them.

the orange lillies.

for a moment there was stillness. for a moment she looked at you and you couldn't read her expression.

your fingertips brushed against hers, and she pulled back as though yours were red hot.

hatred.

where these flowers for you or her?

whos feelings did she feel they represented? to who?

she picked one lightly, handing it to you with the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. "it means..."

"eternal love."

"throw the other ones away. replace them." her voice was flat, unusually quiet.

"miss choi. I don't hate you."

"i dont care." she snapped. "you should. you should despise me."

"yet, i dont." you move your hand enough to clasp over hers, and she flinches.

"don't look at me like that."

"like what?"

"like that." like you love her, like you care for her, like you do very desperately wish to reach out and press the palm of your hand against her cheek and kiss her sweetly. (you do. but she tells herself you can't possibly)

"eternal love?"

she wants to hate you. she does, to some extent. you're irritating, you're unattractive, your voice, your scent, your smile - it all repulses her. because they're sweet, because they make her heart race. she hates it all because she loves it, she feels that burning anger because you make her soft. because she - no, ray, not her, never her, of course not - finds you lovely and pretty. finds your voice soothing and smile dazzling.

she hates you for it. you must be a monster worse then her, to lure ray in so sweetly like a siren.

"yeah. I'll ... I'll never hate you."

she can't say all that though.

instead she just stares at you, narrows her eyes in a sharp glare and speaks with a slow determination. "i want to hate you so badly."

"ill never hate you either, ray. i promise."

and then she leaves, rushes off before she see your reaction, let alone hear it.

"i promise as well. promise to always care for you."

[k0kichiimagines]

queued post. on a break but if i dont post this now i might forget lmao 😭

saeran x reader

cw : references to suicidal thoughts - not angsty though ? more hurt comfort i think

"Saeran."

the grass is grounding, cool and warm all at once, crisp against your skin. he's looking at you, you know he is, you always know. you don't meet his gaze, the clouds that always change shape have caught your attention.

he said to look at them if you ever lost him.

you hope you never lose him.

"sometimes I think... if we never met." it's easier to say in your head, isn't it? "if we never met, i think i might not be here right now."

he'd know what you meant. your voice was fragile enough, you didn't mean on the grass, or in the country. you really cant meet his gaze now, but it doesn't matter you cant still picture his expression. the way his lips part slightly in shock, the way his eyes widen softly, all of it. was it too much? you didnt want him to worry about you, to feel burdened. "but. when i'm with you."

meet his gaze. please meet his gaze, you can almost hear his thoughts, and you turn your face. the grass brushes the edges of your faces, like a painting. "when im with you, im happy. i think i can take on the world. you make me happy. im happy i survived, im happy i met you. im happy im alive. im happy youre alive. im happy we're alive. and i hope youre happy as well, my love"

who cried first? you dont know, you dont even know when you started crying. saeran knows, he knows it was him when he looked at you, and then your tears only finally fell when you met his gaze.

"im happy we're alive too." his voice is so quiet, you know if he said more it'd crack slightly. crumble under emotions

"let's stay alive. for as long as we can. i hope, until we're old"

he nods softly, your hands are wrapped in the others, he leans forward, closer, until he can kiss you. "i love you. im happy. we're happy, my love, we're happy and we're okay." he whispers softly, just before his lips press against yours once more.

yeah, it's nice to be alive.

it's nice to be with alive with him.

everything will be okay.

with him, you feel okay.