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for mystictober day 3 -- family // cozy

summary: saeran wakes up from a nightmare. you and seven help him go back to sleep.

word count: 956

The groaning and shouting from the other room wakes you instantaneously, sending shockwaves down your spine. You sit up, salvaging bits and pieces of your growing consciousness as Saeyoung eventually stirs awake, rubbing his eyes.

"Saeran," is the only thing you have to tell him before he stiffens, suddenly alert.

After a beat, he leaps out of bed and runs to his brother's room, almost slipping on his pajamas on the way. "Saeran-ah," you hear him groan weakly.

It's still the middle of the night -- 3 AM, your phone says -- and the hallway is impossibly dark. But you gather yourself before following Saeyoung with the same amount of urgency, halting before Saeran's bedroom doorframe.

You can only make out flashes of his pale hair in the darkness, swaying back and forth, heaving. Saeran chokes back sobs as Saeyoung cages him in his arms, rocking him back and forth. "It's okay, it's okay," you hear your boyfriend soothe. Over and over. Maybe to make both him and Saeran believe it.

Saeran protests, slamming on his brother's chest, but you stride in, reaching to rub his back in slow, comforting circles. Saeran flinches from your touch, but his punches weaken until he's a mess in Saeyoung's arms.

Another nightmare, you guess. This isn't a strange occurrence, but it's been the first time in months Saeran's had one this severe.

You switch on his nightstand's lamp, revealing the flush on his cheeks and the way he shrinks in his brother's arms. Your stomach aches looking at him this way -- and you know Saeyoung feels the same, if not worse.

"You're okay, Saeran," you whisper. "We're here for you. I'm here. Just breathe."

Saeran follows your instructions, wordlessly inhaling and exhaling in slow, rhythmic beats. Tears still stream down his cheeks, but he grows calmer, more focused on the task at hand. You demonstrate for him, and Saeyoung copies you, until the three of you are doing it in unison.

After a while, you notice how Saeran's shaking has slowed, leaning into Saeyoung. You smile softly, gently patting him on the back for a job well done.

"I'll go get you a glass of water," you announce, making your way out. Saeyoung nods, but Saeran stays silent, staring blankly at his hands.

You turn on some of the lights, your own heart uneasy, startled. You worry for Saeran. You want to ask what was it that terrified him so much in his dreams -- what things haunted him, tortured him, even?

Were they things neither you or Saeyoung could save him from?

Entering the kitchen, you reach for a mug, then a pitcher of water in the fridge. On the fridge, there's a picture of the three of you. It's from nearly a year ago, during a Christmas party. You and Saeyoung are wearing matching Christmas sweaters (ugly ones with fairy lights on it, couresty of Saeyoung, of course), arms wrapped around each other. Saeyoung is pulling Saeran into frame, but he's protesting, clearly annoyed. He made a sweater for him, too, but the refusal was immediate.

Your heart clenches. Not only for Saeran this time, but for Saeyoung, too. How he tries so hard to have some semblance the brother he's spent his whole life missing, or how he cries into your arms, too, when he thinks about how much he's failed him -- though you know that was never the case.

It never could be.

You open the fridge, the cool air freezing you awake. You reach for the pitcher, pouring the water in. You figure you should just bring the whole thing, anyways, so you do.

But it doesn't matter anyway. When you return, Saeran is already fast asleep in Saeyoung's arms, the both of them tucked in together. You smile almost instinctively. Your sweet boys.

You drink the water instead, releasing a breath, leaving the glass and the pitcher on Saeran's nightstand, just in case. Then you turn off the lamp, and figure you should go back to sleep, back in your room with Saeyoung.

As you turn, you hear someone shift. You're about to open your mouth, apologize for the noise, but then you feel Saeyoung reaching out to hold your hand. Your fingers brush, faintly pulling you closer.

"Stay," he breathes, before patting the spot he's left just for you.

"Are you sure?" you whisper back, fidgeting.

"Honey, please." Even in this darkness, you can tell he's pouting. Who are you to say no to that?

With a sigh, you shake your head, already resting your knee on the mattress before carefully lying down next to the two of them, Saeyoung in the middle.

He slides his arm under your neck, cradling you in amidst your attempts at getting comfortable. You want to laugh at how he's cradling the both of you like a mother with her children -- but you figure that joke's for another time.

"Goodnight," you murmur, already closing your eyes. You feel him press a butterfly-faint kiss on your forehead before he reciprocates.

A part of you wonders how Saeran will react to this in the morning. He might just kick the both of you out.

Or maybe... maybe he'll let it go, just this once. You know Saeyoung would appreciate that. You know you would.

And as you finally feel trickles of slumber return to you, streaming down through your consciousness, you can't help but reach out to hold both Saeran and Saeyoung in your arms.

Because in this small world the three of you have built together in this bunker -- in what others might consider the middle of nowhere -- you've found yourself a family. A tiny, albeit dysfunctional family, true. But a family nonetheless.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

an excerpt of an email/letter-style commission for anonymous! thank you <3 Mammon has a message for you!

Oi,

Dunno why you wanted me to write an email so bad. It's a waste of my time, really, but since it's for you, I guess I'll have to oblige. Uh, w-well, what to talk about...

Oh, yeah. I know. Heard you've been real anxious lately. You've been sighing so loud I can hear you across all the realms. Calm down, will you? I know, I know, your finals just ended and your mind's been doin' somersaults ever since -- thinkin' about things already out of your control, right? I can read your mind, ya know? "I shoulda done this... no, I shoulda done that..." "Oh no, what if I failed and everythin's gonna fall apart and my life's gonna implode on itself."

And, seriously, cut it out. You did the thing, didn't you? You finished your finals, after seein' you study your brains off for it. I know you were nervous even before the damn thing came along. And you don't gotta prove anythin' to anyone -- not even the voice in your head that never shuts up. I got one of those too, actually. Usually the loudest when I'm at casinos. But the more money I win, the easier it is to ignore. LOOOOL

But I'd say it's the same for you. The more you conquer and accomplish, the more that voice will quiet. Doesn't matter what the results are, just the fact that you did your best and fought through it. I see you, pushin' yourself to insanity. Even when you pretend it's all good, I'm your boyfriend. I can see what's gnawin' at you. 

Safe to say, I'm kinda worried about you. So take it easy... please? For... um, for me?

an excerpt from a commission drabble from @7o7luvbot !! tysm <33 Saeyoung x Bami (OC) -- drabble CW: NSFW, pegging, bottom!seven

Bami didn’t exactly know what to expect when the package came in. Well, okay, actually, she did. But what she didn’t expect was Saeyoung’s reaction when she unpacked it, revealing the pastel pink silicon dildo with an attachment harness in all its glory. 

“Wah,” he mumbles, running his hands across its girth. “It’s pretty good quality. I wouldn’t mind being fucked by it.”

Bami’s head reels from the words leaving his mouth right now. She tries to keep her composure, her face still – but struggles to completely. 

When she first brought the idea up to him, it had been – mostly – a joke. Saeyoung and Bami often switched roles in bed, anyways – some days, she was topping. Other days, he was all over her. Their sex life had always been eventful – and even when it wasn’t, it was always sweet. It always meant something to the both of them. 

So, it’d been weird that they hadn’t tried this yet. Bami and Saeyoung shared this charged interest in trying new things. And after the two were play-fighting with each other about this and that, Bami suggested that she give him something else to choke himself on, for good measure. 

“Sure,” he’d said. “Why not?”

And here they were. Saeyoung examines the harness attachment, a matching shade of pink with white ribbons printed along the sides, feeling the rubber against his hands. There was a matching collar, too – pink with a bell. If Bami wasn’t too careful, she could picture him stroking it in a finessed motion, the leather collar tight around his throat, and the thought settled a warm sense of excitement in her stomach. 

“Do you…” She starts, swallowing, “Wanna try it now?”

He stops, looking up at her. His golden eyes sparkle in that mischievous way they always do, under his glasses. He’s perked up, almost unsure if he heard her correctly. 

“I mean,” She continues, “You said you didn’t mind.” They’re seated on their couch, with her knees moving forward to lean over him where the box once was. “And I think you can take it just fine. It’s only a few inches.” 

“Bam,” he breathes, leaning back against the cushions. “God, don’t say stuff like that…”

Saeyoung glances again at the dildo, the way it flops in his hands. Bami figures he’s tried something like this before – but she wonders how he’ll react. The sounds he’ll make. And it brings the same thrill that indulged her into buying it all over again. 

She takes out the collar, undoing the buckle. “Put this on first, pretty boy,” she smiles, wrapping it around his neck. He leans forward attentively, like a cat eager to be pet. Bami tightens it around him just enough, the bell jingling as he moves back. She wants to tug on it, pull it back, hear him whimper as she drives herself into him…

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for (a very late) mystictober day 1 entry: favorite character

summary: what happens right after jaehee's good end, and you coming to terms with how you feel about jaehee... just a little bit more.

word count: 803

It doesn't take a lot for you to realize that you're in love with her. Hell, you'd be damned if you didn't figure it out by now -- with all the fuss and feathers of her departure from C&R, the way your stomach flutters at her late-night calls, or even the way she demands your attention at the party, tearing it away from Jumin. Jaehee Kang is a force to be reckoned with. That much, you're sure. And so she hands the keys to her -- your -- new business. A coffee shop, of all things. She smiles at you with the kind of certainty you almost never see in anyone, tender yet strong. Sure of herself. You wonder if there's ever been a time in her life where she's looked this sure. Or of all the choices she's made, of all the rejections, the things she's had to shrug off and put to the side, if this is the first one she's made that actually means something to her.

And then she asks you to be her partner -- in business, you're assuming, though a part of you starts to hope otherwise -- and you can't stop your eyes from following her across the hall. She acts like she didn't just drop a massive bomb on you right then and there. And somehow, this feels more cataclysmic than the actual bomb that's threatened your life for the past week.

Seven sees you standing there, frozen in shock. He ends his conversation with one of the guests before approaching you, nudging your shoulder.

"That was a lot, huh?" He's grinning now, teasing. "It's not everyday Jumin's ex employee makes a point to call him out during an RFA party. But I'm proud of her."

He eyes you for a moment, studying your expression, before letting out a breath. "Seems you are too. You're going to be a co-owner of a business, huh? Congrats." He shoves you, giggling. As if this is all so hilarious. "I have no idea what just happened," you finally say. "Did she-- did she really do that?" "Yup!" He nods. "I can pinch you if you want to make sure." He nips you on the nose almost immediately, garnering a yelp on your end. "Hey!" "Sorry, sorry. But hey, you know you're awake, right?" Seven laughs at his own joke -- which he always tends to do regardless -- and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. When he realizes it didn't garner that much of a reaction from you, he stops. "You okay, though? I can get you something to eat. Dunno if you're vegetarian, omnivorous, pastafarian..." "I think that's a religion, Seven."

"So?"

You sigh, before shaking your head. "I think I'm just... in shock from what just happened. But I'm not..." You find her in the crowd again, smiling politely at the guests. She's talking, but you can't hear about what.

"But I'm not against it, or anything."

"I know you're not. That means you get more time making goo goo eyes at our dear Assistant-- oop," he holds a hand to his mouth. "I guess she's no longer Assistant Kang."

"No," you shake your head. She's accepted a glass of wine from a passing waiter. It's red, and you watch her slender fingers cup the glass, swiveling the liquid in slow circles. There's a thought that flickers in your head -- but you immediately ash it out.

"No, she's not," you say, eventually. As if hearing you, Jaehee finally notices you staring -- and God, if she already looked pretty with her glasses, her without them is a whole other story. She smiles, raising her glass to you, mouthing something you can't hear, but you know that she's saying "to us." "On the other hand," you tell Seven, pulling at his sleeve. "Maybe I could go for a drink."

"One drink for the slightly dazed and madly in love coordinator," he acknowledges, "Sir, yes sir!"

You figure you need a bit more time to get used to... whatever this is. Jaehee's life is spinning on its axis, but so is yours. You're not quite sure how to run a business, actually, but you decide those are problems for later. What matters now is that you're at a party you planned, with guests you worked so hard to invite, with a girl you may most likely be in love with standing a good distance away from you, promising a life you didn't quite plan for right ahead of you.

Jaehee Kang is a lot of things, you're starting to learn. And full of surprises is now one of them.

Seven comes back with a drink for you. It's red wine, the same Jaehee's pressing to her lips. You take a sip, trying not too think too hard. Everything will come later.

To us, indeed.

for mystictober 2025 day 4 -- zen x mc // idol

summary: idol!au. zen and mc are on we got married, a reality tv show where idols must act like a married couple for the cameras. but off-camera, both of them realize that maybe not everything is for show.

notes: shoutout to the goat @jaeheeism bc i couldn't think of a better name for zen's group lol -- the vague mention of MY5TIC is inspired by her own mysme idol au, project MYSTIC!

word count: 1364

"And cut!"

The director's command is absolute. The crew starts bustling behind her, everyone cheering for a recording session well done.

MC and Zen -- a fellow idol, and who she's in tandem with during this last ditch effort at publicity via reality TV -- are in each other's arms, incidentally attempting to wash laundry together by stomping on it whilst in a large bucket, suds reaching up to their calves. A classic domestic trope enjoyed by millions, apparently.

The space itself is incredibly claustrophobic -- a small bathroom in a flat the producers rented out to recreate a real 'married couple' experience -- which allows MC's frame to be practically enveloped in Zen's.

His hands cage her in as he leans on the wall behind her, trying to balance himself. Before the cameras went off, the both of them were laughing excitably, MC's arms around Zen's neck, trying to create some form of sugar-coated, surface-level romance to make whoever was watching feel good (or not).

Now the laughter has died, but she's still in his arms, unsure of what to do next. Zen is barely a breath away from her, crimson eyes blinking at her teasingly. He smells good -- and maybe it's the detergent and clean laundry beneath their feet, or maybe it's his cologne. You couldn't even pin down the scent, not exactly. But it's not like she cares... does she?

"Hi," he says, awkwardly chuckling.

"Hi," she reciprocates, tongue in cheek.

"You have something," Zen mentions, thumb swathing over a spot under her eye. Some suds caught on her face. She thanks him under her breath, but his fingers linger.

Maybe it's because the both of them have been filming for a month now, pretending to be a couple for most hours of the day, but something's... changed between the two of them. They'd both been aware of each other years before this -- they're colleagues in the same industry, after all. And while Zen's group MY5TIC topped the charts and outsold venues, MC's group was a little less successful. Being paired up with a star like this not only boosted their records, but inevitably would put her in a tight spot with their fans, too.

So MC knew the risks before agreeing to this gig from her managers. She anticipated the vitriol, the curiosity that would lead to more numbers and engagement on their songs. That perhaps she could prove to these new onlookers that she -- and her group -- is worth staying around for.

But what she didn't anticipate was this. Of being enraptured by Zen's irresistible charm, just like his fans are. Of being endeared by his kindness and confidence, on camera and off camera. And of how much he cares about her, even if it's mostly for show.

She tells herself this is all a lie. That it's for the sake of the show. But now, when them being inches away from each other serves no purpose, yet he still lingers, a part of her thinks otherwise.

"Alright, thanks, you two," a crewmember suddenly says, bursting their bubble. "Good job! Let's take a break?"

"Oh, right," MC says, deliberately tucking herself out of Zen's arm. Zen follows suit, still trying to balance himself out of the bucket. Their clothes are all damp from the water that'd just been sloshed around, so she squeezes out her shirt a little, their feet pattering on the bathroom tile as they wash off the remaining bubbles on their legs with a handheld bidet.

As the water gushes, rinsing them off, Zen looks at her for a moment, his expression almost thoughtful. If MC could let herself daydream, perhaps it resembles tenderness.

"Are you okay?" he asks. And if there's anything she's learned about him this past month of filming, she knows he's being genuine.

"Perfectly fine," MC follows up, unable to look him in the eye. "Just tired. What a workout, huh?"

Zen hums. He's wearing a black shirt -- damp, like the rest of his clothing, the fabric around his stomach sticking to his skin -- and joggers hitched up to his knees. MC's outfit is somewhat similar -- an oversized tee she threw on and some shorts. Presentable enough for the camera, and maybe for thousands to see.

She's already thinking of the comments. Of how much she pales in comparison to this guy in front of her that's so drop-dead gorgeous she should be ashamed to even be in his presence -- no. No, let's not think about that. That's not good.

When MC renders herself clean enough to step out, Zen suddenly speaks. "Careful, babe. You'll slip."

She flinches at the nickname. "We're not filming, you know. You don't need to call me that."

He pulls away from the handheld bidet's trigger, straightening himself. "I know. I just like calling you that." A pause.

"If you're uncomfortable, I'll stop." A shrug, smiling gently. "Don't worry, okay?"

"I'm not..." MC struggles with her words for a bit, barely a foot out of the bathroom. She looks out for a moment, checking to see if any of the crew are listening in. They're huddled in the living room, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

"I'm not uncomfortable," she eventually says, voice still low, just in case. "It's..." She swallows.

"I like it, actually." MC doesn't know what the hell she's saying, but it leaves her mouth anyway. And the confession makes Zen grin wider than anything she's ever seen, as if a beast that's been provoked.

"You do?"

MC sighs. "But you shouldn't say it in front of anyone. They'll think that..."

"Think what?" He's taken a step forward now, and it's like they're back standing on that tub full of their clothes all over again. Close proximity, his breath filling her lungs. Dangerous, but unintentionally so.

"Think that I'm serious? That I like you, for real?" Zen crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame now. She only realizes she's backed away when he does so.

"Yes. I don't know if this is you method acting or whatever, but I just --" MC starts again, but is unsure of what she wants to convey next.

She eventually settles on, "I don't like when things teeter onto real life. Because it makes me think this is real."

Zen's cocky grin never leaves him, so much that it pisses MC off. How can he still look so perfect, even when he annoys her?

"D'you know..." he trails off, looking down at their feet in that casual, Zen-like way he always does. MC can catch his silver eyelashes, pale, just like the rest of his hair.

"What if I say that, maybe for me, it does feel real?" His voice is low, almost as if he, too, is trying to keep this a secret. It shocks her, nails her in her place, at least for a moment. Her heart is in her throat. What can she even say to that?

A beat passes before Zen finally looks up to meet her eye, smiling, casually. As if everything is so easy. "But I guess that's kind of an impossible thing to do anything with, huh?"

"Zen," MC breathes, "I--"

"You two!" A crewmate calls. Zen's manager. "Get over here before the sandwiches finish themselves!"

MC is still in a daze. She fights to get out another word, rearranging her current thoughts into something else, something more coherent, but Zen speaks first.

"Hell yeah. Carbs!"

He takes a step forward, walking past her. But not before he places a hand on her arm, careful, giving her a knowing look. As if to say I know, more than anyone, how you feel about this. About us. And it's okay.

MC lets him go. Her fists clench, everything inside bursting with sirens and chaos. Zen's confession feels like a fresh wound, of things uncertain and painful, yet filled with the kind of softness and care that she hasn't felt in what feels like forever.

But still impossible. Still an ache that can't subside.

She looks back at him, watching him taking a seat amongst their small team for today (you can only fit so many people in a flat) as he takes a sandwich, thanking everyone for their hard work.

No, it won't. MC sighs, finally walking into the living room. It's absolutely not going to be okay.

for mystictober day 2 -- after ending // autumn date

summary: jaehee and you are having a date at a pumpkin patch, and you are also both incredibly cheesy with each other. enjoy

word count: 880

"Is this... right?"

You're not quite sure yourself, actually. You squint your eyes and try to make out the face Jaehee's tried to carve into the orange fruit (or is it a vegetable?). It has the grimace of a standard Jack-O-Lantern, but the eyes were a bit jagged, like the pumpkin was asking a question rather than laughing evilly at onlookers.

"I think it looks fine," you half-lie, your hands fixated at carving your own pumpkin. You weren't faring any better -- the art of carving these things is actually harder than it looks. Your own version involved trying to make Jaehee herself into a pumpkin -- but it ended up becoming a horrific amalgamation of a face, it's features lopsided and definitely not good enough to be a replica of Jaehee.

"It looks a little bit... off," she sighs, holding it up to look at it better. "Though it's not like I can redo it."

You're both seated on the ground of this pumpkin patch, the blades of grass fluttering against your knees. Jaehee's wearing a dress as she sits with her legs tucked in neatly, the medium sized pumpkin placed pathetically on her lap. You think you've both been at it for the past thirty minutes -- more or less, you can't be sure.

"Can't be as bad as mine," you laugh, self deprecatingly. You eventually turn yours around, revealing your work to her. She almost stifles a giggle.

"I tried to make you," you admit, shyly. "Like, a pumpkin Jaehee. A Pumpkin Kang?"

"Pumpkin Kang sounds good, yes," she nods.

"Yeah, a Pumpkin Kang. But clearly I failed. Big time." You point at what's supposed to represent her eyes. "I was trying to make the eyes all elongated and pretty, but they ended up looking like someone gauged it's eyes out in a freak accident."

She laughs a little louder, and you can't help but laugh along with her. Eventually, you sigh, shaking your head. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, you did a good job," she reassures, although you know she's probably lying. "I... actually... I was making you into a pumpkin, too."

"A Pumpkin (L/N)?" You joke, to which she nods.

"Yes. But it appears neither of us are very good at this."

"That's okay. We both tried our best." Finally, you lower your pumpkin on the ground, admiring -- or gawking at -- your finished work. Jaehee places hers next to yours, both faces a little unique from one another, but still as cute.

You laugh, reaching for Jaehee's hand, pulling her on your lap. She gladly accepts, breathing deeply when you wrap your arms around her waist, wrapping her long hair over her shoulder. You resist the urge to kiss her on the neck, but you do anyway. She inhales sharply before chuckling -- "That's ticklish, darling."

"Sorry. I can't help it."

Jaehee hums, looking back at both of your pumpkins. The autumn breeze is cool, calm. Your girlfriend's weight on your lap is almost natural to you by now -- you hug her closer, inhaling her scent, cinnamon and vanilla intertwined with the pumpkin spice lattes you had earlier.

"I think your pumpkin and mine should date." You can hear her grin. "Don't you think?"

You draw back, looking back at your attempts at carving out a pumpkin. "Oh, yeah definitely. They would fall in love. 100%."

She rocks forward, giggling. "Would they, now?"

"Mhm, absolutely. They even look like they're holding hands right now."

Jaehee shifts a little, and you're a little disappointed to have her move a little away from you, away from her warmth and her scent -- but then she turns to face you directly, now sitting on her side.

"Hey, love," you say, catching her attention.

"Hmm?"

"Would you still love me if I was a pumpkin?" You suddenly ask, immediately laughing at yourself as soon as it leaves your mouth. She looks at you pointedly, eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" Her voice twists into one of genuine concern. So cute.

"Like, if I suddenly turned into a pumpkin tomorrow. Would you still love me?" You're still smiling up at her, almost a little eager for her answer.

"You sound like Luciel," she eventually snorts. "If you were to turn into a pumpkin tomorrow, I, quite frankly, would call the police."

"Oof," you cackle, clutching a hand to your chest dramatically. "You wound me."

She rolls her eyes, though her sweet smirk persists, forearms reaching up to rest on your shoulders. "But yes, I would still love you. I'd be rather concerned, to be honest, but I wouldn't give up in finding ways to turn you back."

Jaehee is so close to you now, to the point where you're almost a little bit dizzy. Her mouth hovers barely an inch over yours, your vision filling up with her frame.

"Okay," you eventually breathe, eyes half lidded. You want to kiss her so bad, but you wonder if she'd stop you. "I'll accept that."

"Hm." As if reading your thoughts, she closes the gap with a quick peck on your mouth. You taste the latte more distinctly this time, with hints of her cherry lip gloss shimmering on your lips. "As you should."

God, this woman is really going to be the death of you.

hello.... im back on my bullshit and wrote another (nsfw) mysme @glimmerfics story! it's in line with their ongoing writing challenge -- glimtember!

it's a mysme college au where they play spin the bottle and you end up in the closet with your chosen rfa member :) i worked rlly hard to write this and make sure everything's working well lmao so here's the fruits of my labor! also, it's nsfw, but i made a more sfw route if that isn't your thing! so i hope yall enjoy it :)

these are all sorted according to fandom. i also highlighted projects/stories i am currently prioritizing and working on in purple!