Hey guys! So, I played Mystic Messenger and loved it ~~ I liked Jumin's route the most, but I have fanfic ideas for almost all the characters. ^^ hehe. Something about Yoosung being so cute and oblivious made me desperately want to write this fic, so I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a review and let me know what you think :3
NOTE: - I will be using the name "Amora" for the MC's name, as that is what I called her in the game.
I do not own Mystic Messenger.
How the time flies. It was almost a year ago now that the first RFA party was held; where you finally got to meet everyone in the organization face to face- where you finally got to meet Yoosung face to face.
You smile softly at the memory, but also feel a pang of guilt, remembering how you saw him that day, bandages wrapped around his head, an eye sacrificed because of his feelings for you. No matter how often he tells you he doesn't blame you, you can't help but feel guilt wallow in your chest whenever you think of it.
Thankfully, the ophthalmologist that Jumin had personally hired for his tests said that his eye should be perfectly fine after surgery, which was scheduled for a month's time from now.
Your ears suddenly picked up a frustrated groan coming from the other room. Curious, you stand, making your way into the spare bedroom that you had both turned into a gaming room. Yoosung sat at his computer, headphones on, immersed in LOLOL, and clearly losing due to the furrowed brows, and annoyed grunts.
You smile as you look him over, his body turned just enough away from you that he can't see your form leaning in the doorway. You admire his ruffled hair, pushed astray because of his headphones, his violet eyes, brightly reflecting the screen before him. You gaze further and can see his lower lip caught between his teeth and you sigh softly.
You wish that was your lip between his teeth.
You had been living with Yoosung for nearly 8 months already. Many a person speculated on the speed at which you made this decision, but out of concern for his current half-blind state, you felt best that you were there to assist him. Though he was perfectly capable at doing most things, you liked to be around to help him read things when his good eye got fuzzy, or drive him wherever necessary.
But although you had been living together for such a fair amount of time, you felt very unsatisfied. Not with Yoosung as a person, no- Yoosung was the epitome of kindness, of sweetness embodied. The adorable words he strung together to whisper in your ears and the soft touch of his hands running through your hair was everything you could imagine.
But you were not sated by simply gentle means. You wanted more- and you had tried to get more. Yoosung, though, was shy, and innocent, and meek, and back-pedalled at every instance you brought in anything further than making out. Even a slight nibble on his lip sent him pulling back, flush-faced, and stammering an excuse to leave the room.
You didn't think this was because he found you undesirable- no, quite the opposite. He was so pure, that anytime these new feelings began to brew, things he had never felt before, you were sure that he didn't know how to handle them, or himself, rendering himself into a basic fight-or-flight stance.
He chose flight.
You smiled to yourself, still looking over Yoosung's slender frame.
Although this was frustrating, you couldn't help but feel your heart swell at his innocence.
You walked over to his chair, footfalls gentle and soft as to not alert him to your presence. You slid your hands onto his shoulders, causing him to jump in surprise, but relax as your thumbs made small circles between his shoulder blades. He paused his game, tilting his head back to look up at you, a warm smile upon his lips.
You continue rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, which were stiff from him sitting in his chair for hours. You never complained when he spent such a long time on his games- you knew that they were relieving for him, familiar. You also found his reactions to the game quite cute.
Plus, these moments where you got to relax him further were nothing to complain about.
One of your hands travelled to his hair, running through it slowly. You gently scratched his scalp with your nails, watching as his eyes flutter closed, purring in happiness.
You giggle at his actions, reminiscent of a small kitten. You lean down and place a kiss upon his nose, and he smiles, tilting his chin up just enough to catch your lips in a chaste peck.
You smile and pull away, and he swivels his chair around to face you, taking his headphones off, resting them around his neck.
"Hello darling."
You smile, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from his injured eye- faded purple staring back at you, though you know through it, your form is merely a blur of incomprehensible colour.
"Yoosung, are you almost done?"
Yoosung smiled sheepishly, as though apologizing. "I can be done now- what's up?"
"I was wondering if we could talk."
His eyes suddenly lost their friendly demeanour, horror rippling through them. He swallowed visibly, his mouth hanging open slightly, and you giggle at his immediate assumption.
"Not about anything bad. Calm down."
His eyes closed in relief, a deep breath falling from his lips. He ran a hand through his hair. "Oh thank god. I was scared for a minute."
You pull him up out of his chair after he disposes of his headphones, saving his game in the process.
"You're ridiculous. I'm not going anywhere, so you have no need to worry about that."
The sheepish smile returns as he rubs his neck, looking at the ground.
"I... I know. I just worry."
You place a hand on his cheek- half in reassurance, half in sadness that he still feels so insecure. He has voiced his concerns many a time- not feeling like enough of a man, not feeling like enough in general, nor feeling deserving of you, no matter how many times you tell him how captivated you are by him.
"We're okay, Yoosung. Right now there's something else I'd like to talk to you about. Can we go to the bedroom?"
Yoosung nods, lacing his fingers in yours as he obediently follows behind. The thought quickly crosses your mind how you always imagined yourself dating someone dominant, someone who took the lead- after meeting Yoosung, feeling his tenderness, and the wonder you got from protecting this sweet gem of a human, you suddenly didn't mind the idea of being the protector, rather than the protected.
You turned into the bedroom, closing the door and turning on the bedside lamp. You crawled onto it, resting against the headboard, and beckoned for him to come to you, and he smiled, crawling up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. You rest there for a moment, revelling in his warmth, the earthy scent of his body wash, the silkiness of his hair.
Pulling away, you sit cross-legged in front of him, and, taking the hint that the conversation was to begin, he mirrors you. You take his hands in yours, kissing his slender fingers, smiling as a blush crept up on his cheeks. He wouldn't admit it, but he adored it when you did that.
"There's something I've been thinking about lately, Yoosung."
He cocked his head inquisitively, looking at you with the utmost attention. You smile at his adorable puppy-like eyes.
"So, do you remember last week, when you came home?"
He looks to the side, as if searching his memory for the exact moment in question. A blush creeps up on his cheeks- clearly he remembers kissing you as he came in the door, his hands in your hair, and suddenly running away as you moaned into the kiss, refusing to leave the bathroom for nearly 2 hours.
"Um... Ye... Yeah. I do... Why?"
He's afraid to look at you, clearly embarrassed at his own actions, but unsure of how to fix them. You squeeze his hand gently, and he looks up at you. The purple in his eyes compliments the flush of his cheeks. You long to see how his cheeks would look flushed for other reasons.
You throw the thought from your mind, driving forward with the topic at hand.
"Yoosung, you know I love you, yes?"
He smiled softly, a sparkle of happiness twinkling in his eyes.
"Yes, and I love you too, Amora."
You smile back at him, squeezing his hands once again.
"I know you do. And I hope you know that I adore you- every part of you, even the shy, timid side of you. You don't need to feel embarrassed."
He looks down, trying to accept your words, although still feeling ashamed.
"But," He looks back up at you as you continue, "I do feel.. Unsatisfied."
His smile drops, clearly disappointed in himself.
"Unsatisfied? Is it because I play games too much? I can tone it down, I never meant to-"
You cut him off, holding your hand up, and he stops immediately, his words hanging in the air. You smile to yourself, trying to suppress the thoughts of what you could do with that obedient nature of his.
"It isn't because of your games, Yoosung. I feel unsatisfied in a different manner, and it has to do with what happened last week. That's why i brought it up."
"What do you.. mean?"
You laugh softly to yourself; his obliviousness was adorable, but sometimes you couldn't believe just how oblivious he was for someone who was 22 years old.
"First, I want to ask; why did you run away when I moaned into the kiss?"
Bright pink danced across his cheeks, at this, and his eyes began wandering around the room, his brain clearly searching for some semblance of an excuse, one to avoid telling the truth. You place your hand firmly on his knee, and he gasps, already flustered as is, and your moving closer is not helping his panic.
"Yoosung. Take deep breaths, okay?"
He shivers slightly, anxiety-ridden. You feel concern swell in your chest when you see him get so worked up about this, but as you listen to him slowly release deep breaths, his shaking subsides. He reaches for your hand, seeking the comfort of your fingertips wrapped in his. You comply.
"I..." He starts, searching for the proper words, the proper way to explain his situation. He clears his throat, starting again. "You know that, before you I had never... Kissed anyone. Never had a girlfriend before..."
You nod, listening intently, letting him know silently that you are willing to listen patiently. You feel his body relax more, happy with your reaction.
"I understand how... Everything, um.. How it works, and stuff... I just..."
He closes his eyes tightly, letting out another breath through his nose.
"It scares me, I guess?"
You blink slowly, trying to understand his point of view. "It scares you?"
He nods slowly.
"Do you mean, that I scare you?"
His head shoots up, his head shaking fervently. "No! No, no. You don't. You're wonderful, and beautiful, and amazing- I just... Gosh, how do I explain this..."
"Take your time Yoosung. Don't feel rushed to explain, I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait as long as it takes."
He smiled weakly, a silent thank you in this moment of weakness.
"Thank you, Amora. You always say the right things, always know how to comfort me... Okay. I guess, the best way I can explain it, is that... I never tried, I suppose, to learn about anything romantically. Obviously I wanted a girlfriend, and wanted someone to share my time with, and spoil, but, I never... Thought further than that. Obviously I've taken health classes, and had the, um... The talk when I was younger, but I just... Don't know how to.. Move forward with anything, and the thought of it is a little... Scary, because I don't want you to think I'm bad at it, and I'm scared of messing up. I..."
He stops, looking directly into your eyes, completely serious.
"I want to be the best man I can for you, but I don't know how yet. It scares me."
He squeezes your hands, clearly reassuring himself to continue.
"I've... Never even tried anything with myself. I honestly never thought about... Sexual.. Things at all, ever. It never occurred to me. Not that I'm against it, or anything. I just never considered it to be a thing to think about, and I had never felt the need to satiate anything like that."
He closes his eyes again, and you watch his every move, staying as silent as possible, waiting for him to let out everything he needed to say.
"And now, that I'm with you, I feel... Different. Not in a bad way, in a good way, actually. Very, very good. But, I just don't know how to react, or how to deal with it. I don't know how to handle it, or how to go about it. I don't know anything about it, and that's what scares me. I'm so inexperienced, and so innocent, and I can't help you."
His head hung low, finally finished pouring out his reasoning for being so evasive. You sigh, tilting his face up by his chin, forcing him to look at you. You smile softly, opening your arms. He scoots towards you, wrapping his legs around your waist, burying his face in your neck. His back shudders slightly, and you hold him tighter, knowing that he has begun to cry.
You rub his back comfortingly, and he sobs harder. He shakes his head, hiccuping softly.
"God... This is so embarrassing... You must be so sick of me..."
You shake your head, running your fingers through his hair, then down his neck, his back, and back up again.
"No, Yoosung. This is good- I know you're scared and stressed. I understand. But this is the first step in getting past this," you pull back just enough to be able to look into his eyes, wiping his tears away from his soft skin, "together. I'm not going anywhere, and I don't think any less of you. Your innocence is one of the things that made me fall for you, so never doubt that, and never let that make you feel like less of a man."
You kiss his nose and smile softly.
"You're more than man enough for me. You've done so much for me," your gaze runs over his injured eye, guilt springing through you again, "so if I have to take my time to help you feel comfortable with this, I will. I'll take as long as it takes, as slow as it takes. Because I love you, Yoosung."
He sniffles softly, blinking up at you.
"Forever?"
You laugh softly, ruffling his hair, causing him to giggle.
"Forever, you adorable creature, you."
You lean back towards the bedside table, whipping a tissue away from the tissue box, handing it to him. He cleans up his face, letting out a deep sigh, smiling sheepishly at you. He balls up the tissue, throwing it towards the trash can in the corner, playing with his hands in his lap.
"So, um..."
You place your hands on his waist, rubbing small circles on them- a gesture that always made Yoosung feel comfortable. He smiles softly at the sensation.
"Can I... try to kiss you... Better?"
You smile softly.
"Kiss me better?"
Yoosung's blush deepened for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night, though it never came off as any less adorable to you.
"Well, I would back away anytime I felt your tongue.. Or teeth.. Or... heard you make noise... So, can I... Try? I think this is all I can do for you right now."
You smile softly, nodding. He smiles back at you, his flush still bright on his cheeks. He places his hands on your waist, thumbs lazily rubbing the curve of your hip through your shirt. He brings one hand up to your jaw, cupping it gently, and you lean into it, closing your eyes. You could never get enough of his soft slender fingers, even in the most simple of touches.
You opened your eyes, gazing up into Yoosung's eyes, smiling at him reassuringly, and he took this as the sign to continue. He leaned forwards, placing his lips gently against your own, hand still softly supporting your jaw. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him a bit closer, mouthing against his lips, and you feel him sigh in content.
The hand on your jaw slides down, underneath your arms and makes its resting place upon the small of your back, pressing your chest completely against his own. A shaky breath escapes his nose as he does so- the closest you had ever been against him. You let out a small noise of approval, letting him know you appreciate the sensation.
He uses this to fuel his courage, keeping one hand at the small of your back, the other sliding up into your hair, holding your head firmly in his grasp. You sigh against his lips, and he takes this opportunity to experiment, running his tongue gently across your lip. You shiver at the touch, whining softly and you feel him tremor against you, clearly fighting the urge to back up and let go, willing himself to continue his experimentation.
He presses further, licking once more at your lips- a silent question, a requisition for entrance. You grant it, opening your mouth invitingly, an invitation he happily takes. His tongue slips past your lips gently, curious, shy, timid. He runs his tongue over your own, and you moan, the sensation so pleasing after all this time. Your reaction causes him to moan in response, his body reacting positively to your actions.
You run your hands down his back, balling his shirt in your fists, and he presses into you harder, swirling his tongue around yours, along your teeth, against the roof of your mouth, confidence clearly building inside him, the wish to memorize every inch of your mouth evident.
He pulls his tongue back, a whine of protest escaping you, soon replaced by a loud moan as he suckles on your lower lip. He pulls gently at your hair, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. His eyes are half-lidded, lips swollen, shirt wrinkled from your hands running along it.
He was beautiful.
He let out a low breath as he kissed right below your earlobe, and it takes everything in you not to whimper- he was unaware this was a sweet spot for you. You feel his forehead lean on your shoulder, his breathing ragged.
"I think... I think I need to stop... I can't do anymore than this right now. I'm sorry."
You shake your head, smiling softly, rubbing his back.
"Don't apologize. That was the best kiss i've ever had."
His head sprung up to look at you, stars practically dancing in his eyes as he grinned.
"Really? You mean it?"
You giggle, kissing his lips softly one more time, swiping your tongue along his own, and he sighs gently, body relaxing. You pull away so your lips just barely brush over his own.
"I mean it. Thank you, Yoosung."
He smiles back at you.
"Thank you for being so patient with me, Amora. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
You smile, playing with his hair.
"You've done plenty. But, I think now we should go to bed. You have class in the morning."
He nods, the mention of sleep causing his body to remember that it was late, and he yawned. He got up, grabbing his pyjamas from the dresser, making his way to the bathroom to change.
You smile after him, sighing softly.
It would take time, but you would wait.
He was worth it.
And that's it for Chapter 1! I really hope you guys liked it, please leave a review and tell me what you think! :3
~Pixil-8