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"Saeyoung."
Once again, you call his name softly. The sleeping figure mumbles incoherently, his breathing growing more intense. Knitting your eyebrows together, you begin to shake him gently. That seems to do the trick, as this time, he wakes up.
He's panting, sweat glistening his skin, and gnawing on his lip violently. As if working on instinct alone, he reaches out blindly. Only when his hand reaches your shoulder does he relax his muscles, exhaling.
"I woke you up, didn't I?" he murmurs. You shake your head, a tired smile on your face.
In the dark, you squint, managing to see his ruffled red hair. You raise a hand and start combing through the stray strands, causing Saeyoung to relax into your touch.
"What was your dream about?" you inquire in a whisper. He freezes for a moment, eyes avoiding your gaze.
"It was-- you were there. All of our friends too. But, instead of you coming to greet me, you'd greet each one of them first. It was different each time, all of them got a shot. I had to watch as you flirted with them and they'd reciprocate; as you fell in love with someone other than me."
Towards the end of his explanation, you could hear his voice growing weaker. Instead of saying anything, you reach out to hold him. Slowly, you bring his head to rest on your chest, and rub circles in his arms. You place numerous kisses on top of his head.
"That sounds like a horrible dream," you finally speak up. "But that could never happen. After all, Saeyoung, I love you."
Being so early in the morning, it doesn't register to you the words you spoke to him for the first time. It doesn't matter if your mind was foggy from sleep, those three words were every bit as true.
"L-love?" Saeyoung lets to word leave his lips, as unfamiliar as they were. Despite his best efforts to not cry, his eyes gloss over. In the back of his mind, he always knew you felt this way. But having you finally say them aloud only confirmed it. Loved, he had only been loved by a few to none.
But if he had your love, that wouldn't matter anymore.
You hum, "Yes. I love you."
He maneuvers out of your hug, and stares you in the eye. You see the tears streaming down his face, and go to wipe them away.
"And I promise, I'll tell you that as many times as I need to. And I'll mean it each time."
Once again, you call his name softly. The sleeping figure mumbles incoherently, his breathing growing more intense. Knitting your eyebrows together, you begin to shake him gently. That seems to do the trick, as this time, he wakes up.
He's panting, sweat glistening his skin, and gnawing on his lip violently. As if working on instinct alone, he reaches out blindly. Only when his hand reaches your shoulder does he relax his muscles, exhaling.
"I woke you up, didn't I?" he murmurs. You shake your head, a tired smile on your face.
In the dark, you squint, managing to see his ruffled red hair. You raise a hand and start combing through the stray strands, causing Saeyoung to relax into your touch.
"What was your dream about?" you inquire in a whisper. He freezes for a moment, eyes avoiding your gaze.
"It was-- you were there. All of our friends too. But, instead of you coming to greet me, you'd greet each one of them first. It was different each time, all of them got a shot. I had to watch as you flirted with them and they'd reciprocate; as you fell in love with someone other than me."
Towards the end of his explanation, you could hear his voice growing weaker. Instead of saying anything, you reach out to hold him. Slowly, you bring his head to rest on your chest, and rub circles in his arms. You place numerous kisses on top of his head.
"That sounds like a horrible dream," you finally speak up. "But that could never happen. After all, Saeyoung, I love you."
Being so early in the morning, it doesn't register to you the words you spoke to him for the first time. It doesn't matter if your mind was foggy from sleep, those three words were every bit as true.
"L-love?" Saeyoung lets to word leave his lips, as unfamiliar as they were. Despite his best efforts to not cry, his eyes gloss over. In the back of his mind, he always knew you felt this way. But having you finally say them aloud only confirmed it. Loved, he had only been loved by a few to none.
But if he had your love, that wouldn't matter anymore.
You hum, "Yes. I love you."
He maneuvers out of your hug, and stares you in the eye. You see the tears streaming down his face, and go to wipe them away.
"And I promise, I'll tell you that as many times as I need to. And I'll mean it each time."
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Reset [707 x Reader]
warning for spoilers.
A smile had spread across his face as he tugged the blanket over himself. Seven was in complete bliss as he slept. For the first time in a while he was feeling relieved, finally able to get a good night's rest.
His eyes fluttered as he heard his cell phone go off. Multiple notifications went off as he groaned in response. The R.F.A. chat had been on-and-off quiet for a while as everyone was busy with individual projects.
Receiving notifications like this had meant there was something important going on.
“Maybe it’s an emergency...” he mumbled to himself.
He sat up, not before noticing something str
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Jealousy Issues - 707/Saeyoung x Reader
“Saeyoung!” you laughed as kisses were pressed against your face and down your jaw, and as his hands tickled your sides, making it almost impossible for you to escape…if you wanted to.
The living room was filled with yours and Saeyoung laughter as he continued his affectionate assault on you on the couch. You tried pulling away, but it seemed that the more you tried, the more his hands tickled you, making it hard for you to do anything about it. “Saeyoung, please stop,” your laughing making difficult to speak.
“and why should I when you have been ignoring me the whole day, I need attention from my lady
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Your Protector [707xReader]
You don’t know this neighborhood very well, but you’re finally free from Rika’s apartment and in desperate need of some new clothes; Clean clothes that are more your style and don’t belong to a deceased person. Because that’s just creepy, right?
The sun is setting and the shop signs begin to illuminate your path. It’s peaceful and the stars are lightly dotting the darkening sky, If only you weren’t by yourself on such a beautiful evening…“You aren't truly alone, though.” You think to yourself. Your phone has been a constant ‘ping’ in your palm as your RFA friends chat
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>rises from my grave
hello, my amigos
I am in mystic messenger hell this is fine
anyways I'm in love with him so here's some fluff
give this boi tons of love he deserves it
I don't own you, Cheritz owns Mystic Messenger.
hello, my amigos
I am in mystic messenger hell this is fine
anyways I'm in love with him so here's some fluff
give this boi tons of love he deserves it
I don't own you, Cheritz owns Mystic Messenger.
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Well it was nice knowing everyone. *climbs into my Seven trashcan*