HI! can i request a fic for zen or 707 ? (i luv them equally- u can pick for me) im thinking like you finally meet them in person at the party, you both drink a lil bit and later he sneaks reader away from the party and they flirt it up a lot, maybe a lil handsy (NOTHING TOO CRAY but yk😏) , readers getting all flusteredddd.
this is just a lil idea you can work off of, you can throw in whatever you think is good too!!
(ive been so obsessed w MM lately. i keep getting yoosungs bad route- any tips for his good route is greatly appreciated btw T_T)
the bright flashes and calls of reporters eventually morph into warm lighting and the light ambience of music playing in the nearby corridor, the warmth of zen’s hand in your own.
“whew,” he sighs, the voices and cries of anti-fans slowly drowned by the doors closing behind the two of you. “are you okay?” zen asks, tilting his head towards you. red irises peering at you make your eyes go wide, your fingers grazing his hands firmly planted on your shoulders — warmth seeping through the sleeves of your top and trickling into your epidermis, slowly spreading through your upper torso.
“yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly as the shutters of cameras and clicks fade back in even from behind the thick doors of the building.
he gives you a sly smile; a pretty, wolfish thing that splits his lips. you pinch his side until he yelps with a soft laugh and jerks away from your cruel fingers, a pinch in your brows. he mutters something with an amused shake of his head before gently coaxing you to the main area with a hand resting on your hip.
shoes clacking against marble floors, walls adorning fair wooden trim. your eyes scan the venue as you take in the sight, occasionally the guests arriving as they walk in and out of specific corridors and areas — you swear you see a head of red hair from beyond the sight of jaehee’s face popping up right in front of you.
“jaehee, i thought you were supposed to stay outside,” zen says, more like an inquiry if anything.
she sighs, holding a clipboard to her chest, the folds of her sleeve gently creasing. “a small exception — i asked security to escort you inside but i suppose the crowd held them outside longer than expected.”
(deft fingers slide up to readjust her glasses neatly on the bridge of her nose. meticulously manicured nails, you notice — before her brown eyes flicker towards you from behind glass frames, thick lashes clustering as she looks up.)
“oh! nice to meet you, it’s so good to finally see you,” she says, giving a small bow with a warm smile.
zen cocks his head. “is everyone else here?”
“yes, but i’ve also heard that v just arrived,” jaehee says, glancing around at her surroundings.
you tune the conversation out just a little bit, instead taking in the soft ambience and music in the background, filling the grand corridor as the people wash through and the sound of reporters stumble in and out with the door occasionally opening and closing.
perhaps you zone out a little too much, as you join back in when blond waves come into your peripheral and you see yoosung walking over, giving you a warm bow and greeting as well, all smiles and starlit eyes crinkled at the corners.
“sorry i couldn’t help more with everything that’s happened, i hope you’re okay,” he sheepishly says.
zen hums. “since you’re sorry, you can take care of her for me. make sure that no other guy comes up to her,” he huffs.
yoosung blinks. once, twice. “haa? me?”
jaehee clasps her hands together, awkwardly keeping the clipboard tucked against her chest. “then i’ll leave you to it, i have to go.”
“call me if anything happens, thanks!” he takes a few quick steps forward before backtracking, turning to face you with a soft simper. “promise to watch me later, ‘kay?” he blows a hasty air kiss before making his way backstage to prepare.
you and yoosung look at each other for a bit before you both crack a smile and get to know one another, walking over to the tables and seeing jumin and luciel — both in their suits, one looking more eccentric than the other.
one thing leads to the next, and it’s hard recounting everything in a short amount of time. a few drinks, quiet snickers behind your hand with luciel, a stifled half-smile from jumin, getting to be shown off on stage. all you know is that you wouldn’t be anywhere else — especially when you’re led outside on a small balcony the venue has, glass railing with golden patterns woven on the sides, nothing but darkness in the sky with only a single luminescent pearl to accompany you.
the only difference between the moon and zen is that the moon doesn’t have such piercing eyes. they share everything else, though. following you everywhere and reflecting your light with heart shaped eyes, casting shadows of leaves onto your skin — finding their way through curtains and cracked windows to rest upon your eyelashes and send you into a peaceful sleep.
“your face,” he whispers gently. you’re not sure what he means until his fingers gently hooks underneath your jaw, tracing your bone, left and right and back again.
“what about it?” you ask.
he looks up at you, rather than at your jaw. his irises glisten even when you can barely see them in his backlit silhouette. “i don’t think i’ve ever looked at anybody’s face and felt like this before, not even mine,” zen admits, a slight chuckle on that last part.
you feel heat rise to your ears, pinpricks at the lobes before you paw at his lapel, gently pushing him away. “you’re so weird.”
he laughs, his hand squeezing your side lightheartedly. “careful, i might get my feelings hurt with you.”
“so you’re a sappy drunk,” you mutter, brows furrowing as he gets closer with curious, crescent eyes and a soft hum playing on his lips.
“i’m not drunk,” he mutters, instead then opting for, “love drunk.”
you cover your face with the back of your hand, looking away as he looks at you with bemusement — studying you, or that’s what you think. “stop being so cheesy. . ” you mumble.
he takes your hand from your mouth and brings it to his own, clasping it gently between his fingers before giving it a soft kiss right between your second and third knuckle. “never,” he mumbles against your skin. upon seeing your flustered face, he can’t help but have his heart ache in hopes this lasts forever.
ᯓ requests are open — june eleventh, 2025
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ᯓ hiii!! it’s mysmes summer ;3 i think the key for yoosung’s route and getting his good ending is to not coddle him! listen to him but make sure he doesn’t confuse you with rika and SHUT IT DOWN when he compares you to her! also, don’t make possessive comments about or towards him! this will make him dependent on u and will lead towards a bad ending :( this is a link for a guide to all mysmes routes and correct answers to get good endings AND bad endings!! very helpful and it’s accurate, i use it sometimes too 💗 also see ur namgyu pfp, saw reference username (?), AND u like zen n 707 so ur automatically super cool. sorry this took so long! wish u luck lovely. 🫶
