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yourmysticmami · 8 years

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[hc] RFA: If MC had a (dead) twin

Author’s Notes: this will referencing Eugene, who was MC’s twin brother in this fanfic. (I highly recommend you read it ಠ‿↼ )

Yoosung

“You have a twin brother?!”

million questions per second

“What’s his name?”

“What does he look like?”

“Is he as good-looking as you?”

^ ended up turning into a tomato bc of that comment ^

you tell him like five million stories of memories you’ve had with your brother

this boy is going crazy with excitement

“Yoosung please get off the coffee table”

“You should introduce him to me!”

welp

i mean well, eventually, you would’ve had to tell him

you hand him a glass of water as you sat him down on the couch

“Yoosung”

“Eugene has passed away.”

this boy looks horrified

“What?”

you try to explain but nope

too late

the boy is crying

the boy is bawling

you ended up comforting him instead of the other way around

oh well

Zen

“Damn.”

well this boy didn’t know you had a twin brother, not twin sister so he’s kinda just drooling at the thought of there being two MCs

“Two of MC? That sounds like a fucking blessing!”

“Zen, I had a twin brother.”

“Oh.”

“Nevermind.”

“does zen is gay”

“Well, what’s he like?”

you tell him stories

including those of when your brother chased away all the guys that liked you in high school

this albino beach babe gets vietnam flashbacks

he had some old girlfriends whose brothers pretty much beat him up bc they were just that overprotective

and he couldn’t really fight back bc his girlfriend was r i g h t t h e r e

he quickly asks you if he has to worry about Eugene coming and slaughtering his ass

you pause

how tf were you supposed to say this

“Zen, he’s not exactly here anymore so no, I’m pretty sure you don’t.

his facial expression spells o h s h i t

hugs you super duper tightly

kisses you all over too

you can’t breathe

“I’m sorry for bringing it up, I won’t do it again.”

it’s a sensitive matter for you but you can handle talking about it now so you were honestly fine

but hey

you weren’t about to complain about all this affection (・ωｰ) ~♥

Jaehee

“Oh? Really?”

she didn’t really quite think of it as a possibility so she was quite surprised

she ended up asking a lot of questions but not as much as yoosung

and you answered all of them

but this observant son of a bitch noticed how sad you looked while you told the stories

and she wanted to ask but she felt like she shouldn’t??

maybe you weren’t in good terms with him or something

so she just

smiled and nodded

“Well, I hope I can get to meet him one day.”

she was trying to change the subject but

“Eugene’s dead, Jaehee.”

M O M M O D E A C T I V A T E D

comforting at its best

she treated you as if you were on your period

she made you some delicious food and some warm coffee

gave you some c h o c o l a t e

she wouldn’t even listen when you tried to tell her you were okay

“Shhhhhhhhhhh, MC, just accept my comfort.”

Jumin

i n t r i g u e d

he looks at you like a cat that’s watching a mouse/bird

won’t even interrupt you, just lets you talk and talk

you tell him stories and he just sits there

and you were 100% sure he didn’t even hear a thing you said

but then

he asks you what country you came from again

“Uhhhh...[insert your country here]?”

and the next thing you know, he booked a flight to that country and has both your stuff packed up

“Jumin, what are you doing?”

“We’re visiting your brother, of course. I must pay my respects. I want to meet my soon-to-be brother-in-law.”

well

how awkward

how are you supposed to tell him

HE BOOKED EVERYTHING ALREADY

gosh you feel so bad

“Jumin, Eugene’s been deceased for years now...”

he looks at you with a sympathetic look

and before you know it, you’re in the warmth of his arms

“My apologies for rushing things, MC...I didn’t know that was the case.”

he’s stroking your hair so lovingly

you feel so at peace

before you know it, both of you are asleep

707

boi what’s the point

he already knew

THE DEFENDER OF JUSTICE KNOWS EVERYTHING OKAY

so when you tell him he doesn’t even let you finish

“I know, MC.”

you were confused until you remembered who this boy even is

of course he’d know

so you just smile and skip right to the stories

that’s when this boy gets excited AF

only bc he remembers he has a twin too

even tho saeran is literally right tHERE

“Twinsies!”

how ironic

y’all just exchange fun memories

saeran is totally not dying from nostalgia while watching tv and claiming he doesn’t care

“It’s a shame we can’t meet him though...”

oh right

saeyoung knows about that too

you get pretty emotional

so he pulls you in for a cuddle and started reciting the bee movie script

usually saeran would be making gagging noises

but he didn’t make a single protest this time

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #seven #707 #saeyoung luciel choi #saeran choi #unknown #headcanons

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yourmysticmami · 8 years

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[ff] Cowardice (Ch. 1)

Theme: The disappearance of MC, and the return of Rika.

Pairing(s): MC x Sari (only if you ship it bc I do)

Inspired by: this and this.

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure whether to make this end badly or happily, but either way, I promise to put my heart and soul into this for all of you ｡^‿^｡ I love you, sincerely. Even if there’s only one person on the other side of the screen supporting me, and even if there’s no one at all. That’s okay too. I’m just glad to have someone there, somewhere. Each and every reblog means the world, really. Thank you. ♡＾▽＾♡

The pitter patter of the rain and the whirring of the coffee machine simultaneously echoed through my ears. I was curled up on my favorite loveseat that rested in the corner of Sari’s coffee shop, watching the raindrops race each other to the very bottom of the window. I think my tears beat them again this time.

Being here is torture. The smell of Arabica coffee being brewed reminded me of Yoosung and his club. The busy cafe environment reminded me of Jaehee and her dream to own one someday. The silent “ka-ching!” of the cash register every time a customer orders something reminded me of Jumin and his astute business tactics. Sari, with her red, curly hair and black rimmed glasses reminded me of Saeyoung. It doesn’t really help that V literally has his own wall where he displayed his beautifully taken photographs. The posters of a particular male model who loved wearing incredibly tight pants hung on the walls surrounding V’s corner. Who would that be? Yeah, you guessed it. Our favorite narcissist, Zen. It’s pretty obvious that this was a popular hangout venue for the RFA. It was a place of comfort for all of us…how can something so nostalgic and precious only give me pain now?

One week ago…

Rika: It was quite funny, but I’m glad I didn’t have to go through it again haha~

- MC entered the chatroom -

MC: Hey, guys..

Yoosung: Gosh, I’m just glad you’re okay!;;

Zen: He’s right, something could’ve gone terribly wrong y’know

707: lololol what are you talking about

707: it’s RIKA!!!

707: she’d be fine lololol

Rika: omg that’s true~ lolol

MC: Guys…

Jumin: I think it’s foolish to assume someone would we okay simply based on them being “them”.

Jaehee: I would have to agree with Mr. Han on this matter;;;;

707: omg loosen up, both of you! lol

V: Haha, I see the chat’s lively again ^^

MC: Notice me, dammit! Ever since she’s gotten back, she’s all you ever talk about, the only one you ever talk to! I exist, you know…I’m here too!

Rika: Oh…MC…is that how you feel…I’m sorry…

Yoosung: Wait, Rika, are you okay?

Rika: No…I think I need to go for a bit.

- Rika has left the chatrrom -

Yoosung: What the heck, MC…

Yoosung: Why would you say something like that?!

Jumin: That was a bit uncalled for, but I think you need to calm down, Yoosung.

Zen: I kinda agree with trust fund kid…

Zen: But Yoosung’s right too.

Zen: What the hell was that all about, MC?!

MC: …huh. Whatever. You don’t even care, do you?

MC: …fine.

- MC has left the chatroom -

“Sorry,” screamed my mind as the scene replayed over and over again. “I’m so sorry.” My mind was buzzing with incoherent thoughts and regrets that resonated just from that brief memory. That one conversation was the last I’ve ever had with the rest of the RFA. I deleted the app, their contacts, and email addresses, everything. I mean, what’s the point? My position compared to hers was already made clear. They just love her too much. Even now, I’m sure they’re all furious…although I don’t blame them. Rika was the original. Her name is the R in RFA, for fuck’s sake. I can’t change that, and I was foolish for thinking I could.

…but what do I do now? They were the only family I had.

“Hey,” said Sari in a hushed voice as she sat right next to me, a mug of my favorite vanilla caramel latte in her grasp. Usually, I would be drooling to have my hands on that drink from miles away, but now, the sight of it made me sick to my stomach. I turned my head away the moment she tried to give it to me, and thankfully, she got the hint. “Not today either, huh?” She sighs. I’m sure I’m a burden, but it’s not like I really have anyone else to go to.

“So…what now?” she asked with that same concerned tone that she’s had ever since she found me crying on her doorstep nights ago. “Are you going to fly back home?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered, gulping down the lump that’s forming in my throat. “I have no one to come home to.” Vivid memories of the terrorist attack came back to me, and tears rose to the corners of my eyes.

“We’re sorry, MC,” cried the nurses and doctors. “We really are.” And they were, but I simply ignored their concern. I refused to accept it…believe it, even. If they meant it, they would’ve tried harder. So, I booted it. Ran. Ran faster than I thought I was even capable of. My feet took me to our car, the very car that my dad has been driving for over 10 years. The very car he used to take our pregnant mother to the hospital with. The very car she ended up giving birth to us in. The very car I slumped their dying bodies into and drove to the hospital with, just for them to not make it either way.

I remembered how my dad always drove, and how my mom was always in charge of the music, and we were in charge of being those annoying siblings who always fought. I, being the older sister of only three minutes, always ended up apologizing even if it wasn’t my fault. It was because, despite all the arguments, I loved my brother. And now, a million apologies wouldn’t even be able to make up for not being able to save all of them, for living instead of dying with them.

I took the car and drove. Drove until it ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. I ended up sleeping in it for multiple nights until someone came and offered to help, and when I refused to leave the car, they slept with me until the tow truck came. Even now, their face was a blur, but I remembered them to have particularly reddish hair. It wasn’t Saeyoung, by any chance, it couldn’t have been…but this time, I saw his face in place of the guy. In fact, I saw all of the RFA members there with me.

After all, the roles of the kind guy and the RFA were pretty similar. They rescued me when I was left at rock bottom, all alone.

But like that guy, they’re gone.

“I’m going for a drive,” I told Sari as I began to stand up. “And I”m not coming back.” Her eyes met mine, and her deep concern for me was rising up in the form of tears; however, before I commented on it, she fluttered them away with her long eyelashes. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice cracking a bit in the process. I pretended not to notice as I pulled her in for a tight embrace. “I’m sure.” I paused for a bit as she returned with a tighter hug. She was trembling.

“Thank you for everything,” I whispered as she burst into sobs as I held her in my arms.

I asked Sari to hold onto my phone and other belongings before I took off. The only thing I had on me was a backpack filled with enough clothes to last me a while, and a wallet with sufficient money to last me until I get settled down and find a job. I wasn’t sure where I was going, just like the night I lost my parents, but I know I’ll find it along the way. After all, my family’s watching over me…

I also told Sari not to tell the RFA I left, but knowing her, she’s just going to be giving me a headstart before she eventually spills the beans. With that in mind, I stepped on the gas pedal until the speed meter reached a little over 120 mph. I don’t want them to find me. I don’t want them to find out I’m this much of a coward. As those thoughts swirled in my mind, tears began to spill down my cheeks and onto the wheel. I wanted to scream.

140 mph.

I couldn’t take it anymore…

160 mph.

Mom…Dad…Eugene…the RFA…Sari…

180 mph.

I’m sorry for being such a disappointment…

2 0 0 m p h.

The last thing I saw were the headlights of a massive truck. There was a deafening ringing in my ear as I closed my eyes. Ah…is this it? Is this how I die? How pathetic.

The last thing I wanted was to die alone…but look at me now.

CRASH!

“Eh?” Sari turned around to find the MC’s mug filled with vanilla caramel latte in pieces all over her kitchen floor. Her eyes widened as her trembling fingers dialed Jumin’s number.

“Sari? Hello. Is something wrong?”

[To be continued…]

#mystic messenger #angst #rfa #v #jihyun kim #jumin han #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #zen #hyun ryu #707 #seven #luciel #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #rika #unknown #mm #mysme #fanfic #fanfiction

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