So, this is my first update/post in a really long time. I, like many others, got really absorbed by the Mystic Messenger app and just can't get over how adorable and attractive Yoosung became over the course of the game. Rather than wanting to replay the game and pursue another route, I've become a bit hung up on Yoosung.. And what better way to vent this inspiration than through a new fic!

It's the first bout of inspiration I've had in a while, and I've got a general idea of where I want the plot to go. I just need to fully pen-down what's going to happen. But I hope you enjoy this first instalment!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yoosung, Seven, Jumin, Jaehee, Zen, V, Rika or the R.F.A. I do, however, own my MC, Yin, and my interpretation of all these characters. All scenarios in this story are based on my own imagination and are not associated with Mystic Messenger or the Cheritz Corporation.

~ 1 ~

I sighed contentedly, unable to hold back my smile as I brushed my hair. I would leave it down for now, curling the ends loosely.

It was just a night in after all. Nothing fancy. And Yoosung did love playing with my long locks, even if he didn't realise he was doing it sometimes. And I loved the feeling of his touch... No matter how small it may be.

It had been a month since the party. A month since I finally met Yoosung face to face for the first time. I could see my amber eyes shining with excitement and glee in my reflection.

It had been one month since Yoosung had kissed me for that very first time...

"The one next to you... It must be Yin."

I felt my breath catch in my throat. He was looking directly at me with such adoration and sincerity. How can anyone hold so much emotion in their eyes?

Correction… eye. I swallowed thickly, my brow furrowing in worry as I assessed his bandages. What had happened to him? He'd told me he was fine!

"Thank you everyone here for coming. All members of RFA tried hard for the party… But especially Yin, that cute lady over there, worked so hard for this."

A deep crimson blush stained my cheeks at his words and I felt the urge to look down awkwardly as the room began to applaud me. I felt as though I'd hardly done anything. He was the one who deserved the applause...

He who protected me without a second thought. He who sacrificed his right eye for me.

Again, I glanced over to bandages, biting my lip nervously.

"So... Don't look so worried about my eye, Yin."

My eyes widened as I quickly looked back to his left eye and saw him watching me with that adoring smile.

"I was so glad to be able to sacrifice myself for you."

I felt my tears beginning to spill, despite my best efforts to hold them in.

"I'll cherish you more. I'll always become better for you. So you'll never regret being with me... I'll give you my heart."

"Oh, Yoosung." I cooed quietly to myself, my hands cupping around my cheeks as I tried to steady my insane blush and my rapid heart. I released a slow and shaky breath. I was going to have a heart attack if he kept talking like this.

"It's so difficult to just stand here and watch. I must go to the person I've longed for now."

My eyes widened suddenly, hardly taking in his words as he concluded his speech.

"So, please, everyone here, share your love and your magic. Then... Yin-"

I gulped.

"Just stay right there."

And before I knew what was happening, the room was filled with applause. Not that I could hear it. Yoosung was making his way towards me. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. I wanted to run to him then. Or did I want to run from the room? Maybe I wasn't what he wanted after all? Maybe, up close, he'd be disappointed with me?

I wanted to look around the room, see if there was another Yin he could've been talking to. Maybe there was someone behind me who he'd been looking at the entire time.

But I couldn't bear to tear my eyes away from him. Instead, I absorbed every aspect of him... The way his blue shirt fit snugly around his chest and shoulders as he walked, giving away the toning of his muscles. His voice had been much more entrancing in person than it was over the phone. My heart raced as I continued to take him in.

The longing and the urge to be near him that had built up over the last week of getting to know him; the messages, the texts, the calls... They were all racing through my mind, building up to this very moment. Where he was stood in front of me.

I was surprised that he stood a head taller than me, his mussed blonde hair giving him a handsomely wild look. His violet eye was dark and endearing, emitting so much affection as he drank me in.

"Yin, I'm so glad you're safe." He spoke gently, his voice almost husky as he took my hand and laced my fingers with his own. A small blush began to creep across his cheeks, but his bold movements never faltered.

I hadn't realised that I was, in fact, holding my breath.

'SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING!' my internal monologue was screaming at me. But I just continued to stare at him, almost in awe. He was really there. Right in front of me. Safe and sound.

He smiled at me gently, cupping his hand around the back of my neck and leaning his forehead against my own. His breath felt hot against my face, and I could almost taste the honey of his lips.

"I... wanted to see you, so much." He whispered, finally closing the gap between us.

DING DONG!

"AHH!" I yelped, catching myself puckering mid-air as I was broken out of my memories. I screamed as I tripped over my own feet in my rush to get up and toppled into my wardrobe.

CRASH! BANG!

...

DING DONG! DING DONG!

"IT'S OPEN!" I shouted.

"Yin? Are you ok?" I heard Yoosung call as the door opened and shut, signalling his presence in my small apartment.

"I'm fine." I groaned, noting that my voice was probably somewhat muffled due to the scarves and jackets and- oh THAT'S where that shirt went! I've been looking for-

"Shoooould I come back later?" Yoosung chuckled from the doorway, raising an eyebrow at my dishevelled state.

"Nope! I'm ready!" I grinned, untangling myself from my clothes and getting up quickly.

"Ready for what? We are just doing a movie and take-out, right?" he confirmed, that gorgeous smile never leaving his face. I pretended not to notice as his eyes trailed up and down my body, taking in my black cotton shorts and red off-shoulder jumper.

"Of course!" I grinned excitedly, quickly brushing my hands through my hair to try to fix whatever hurricane it had become.

"I brought a couple of movies, since I wasn't sure what you'd want to watch?" he asked, offering me his hand and walking into my small open-plan living room.

Studio apartments really didn't offer much space these days, but it did make things nice and intimate.

"Great! I have some popcorn and if we don't feel like watching the movies you brought, we can always just laugh at some shit-TV." I grinned, gently tugging my hand from his grip as he plopped onto my couch and made himself comfortable.

He released a nice contented sigh. "You always know exactly what I want to hear." He grinned, relaxing back and kicking off his shoes.

"Sooo something tells me you'd rather watching some shit-TV and talk?" I giggled, eyeing him happily as he made himself comfortable. I'm so glad he feels relaxed enough around me now to make himself at home. It's taken a few visits, but at least he's there now.

"In all honesty, yeah. I don't really feel like concentrating on anything anymore." He answered, yawning and stretching out. "My brain is fried!" he cried dramatically, throwing an arm across his eyes. "I'll never be able to think again! I'm going to turn into a vegetable and you're going to be forced to take care of me forever!"

"You've been spending too much time with Seven..." I giggled, shaking my head in mock-disapproval. He peaked at me from under his arm, grinning playfully. "Long day?" I asked, putting a packet of popcorn into the microwave while pulling out some chips and setting up a tray, a bowl for the popcorn and some dips for the chips too.

"Yeah, I started my internship with Jumin's company today."

"Oh? How was it?" This genuinely peaked my interest, since I knew he wanted to become a vet. Jumin had some strong connections though, so it was a worthwhile internship.

"Long. Very long." He groaned. "And so boring! So many meetings and so many people in boring suits. It was like I was surrounded by a hundred Jumin's all day!" he cried.

A small giggle escaped my lips again as I brought the tray of snacks over to my coffee table. "That does sound like torture." I sympathised, curling up onto the couch in front of Yoosung, since he had stretched out so perfectly.

"The worst." he agreed, turning slightly further onto his side to accommodate me better, draping his left arm across my waist. His breath tickled my neck as he released a contented sigh, while I flicked through the crap TV that was usually on.

AH! Perfect; Dr Jones. The epitome of crap TV.

I felt Yoosung shifting a bit behind me, and I lifted my weight into my elbow and off the sofa to accommodate him. He moved his right arm under me and around my waist, joining his left. He then tugged me closer and nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing my temple gently.

I felt my heartrate increase immediately at his affections, a light blush rising to my cheeks.

"I missed you today." He murmured into my hair, taking a moment to breath in the scent of my green-apple shampoo. I felt his breath tickle my neck as he released a happy sigh.

I couldn't help smiling at his words, "You always say that." I teased.

"But I did!" he insisted earnestly, burying his face into my neck once more. "It's not my fault I miss you so much all the time. It just means I can't keep my hands off you when I see you. Didn't you miss me?" he teased, raising his eyes to look at me with a playfully hurt and pouting expression. A small blush rose to his cheeks as he realised what he'd admitted.

His cheeks couldn't possibly have been as bright as mine. He couldn't keep his hands off me? This was him not keeping his hands off me?! I decided to let that comment slide...

I turned around so that I was now lying on my other side, facing him more comfortably and smiling happily. I don't remember the last time someone made me smile this much. Nor someone who has ever made me blush as much...

"Of course I did, you numb-nut." I teased, cupping his face between my hands and leaning my forehead against his, I kissed his nose gently. "I miss you as soon as you're out the door."

His eyes softened at my words and he smiled affectionately before a look of realisation crossed him. His face scrunched into an adorably angry pout, "I'm not a numb-nut." He grumbled, his eyes shining with playfulness. Or, well, at least his one good eye was shining with playfulness. Though still technically recovering, he was now completely blind in his right eye. The thought created an uncomfortable knot in my stomach, which I tried to ignore.

Instead, I sighed happily, smiling as I released his face and snuggled in his chest. I revelled in his embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me so that no space was left between our bodies. I felt so safe when I was like this, his arms wrapped around me, his face nuzzling into my neck. It felt as though I was surrounded by his love and affection, and I could do anything.

"You're my numb-nut." I continued to tease, trying to ignore the yearning in the pit of my stomach when his nose slid up the side of my neck and nuzzled below my earlobe. I'm not sure he realised what that spot did to me.

"Okay. I'm your numb-nut." he whispered against my skin, his warm breath sending pleasurable goosebumps all over my body.

When he began to kiss, lick and nibble on that same spot, my breath hitched in my throat and the air suddenly felt thick with sexual tension, but I wasn't sure if Yoosung felt it too. He was just being affectionate, after all. He continued to trail his tongue, his lips and his teeth up and down my neck, constantly returning to that same spot.

Despite our relationship not having been particularly physical yet, I have a feeling he knows exactly what he's doing to me right now. Usually, we would kiss and cuddle... and that's pretty much it. He was very comfortable with touching me affectionately, but they were never heated touches. Or, at least, not intentionally heated touches. Not the type that I found myself fantasising about. Is it normal to fantasise about your own boyfriend so much?

It felt as though we were going at the right pace so far. We were only a month into the relationship, after all, but we saw each other almost every day. We just couldn't stay apart for very long. There was always something we wanted to talk about. We spoke every night, and we had settled into a very comfortable routine very quickly.

But it felt as though, after our adventure with the RFA right in the beginning, our relationship was, emotionally, much further along than it should have been at this point.

But then, it kind of wasn't.

Though I had had relationships in the past, they had never lasted long. And so, had never been very physical.

With Yoosung, it was different. I was, surprisingly, the experienced one between us, since I was his first girlfriend. I wouldn't say I was that much more experienced than he was though. This meant that, with where we were now, we were both at a complete loss at how to progress our physical relationship without overwhelming the other.

My breathing was becoming laboured now, and I could feel a want for him building in the pit of my stomach... as well as someplace lower. My grip around his neck tightened slightly, pulling him closer to me to make my want clearer. Was he still only being affectionate and playful, or was he actually teasing me and trying to turn me on?

I'll admit... I needed him. I craved his attention; his affection; his touch; his love. I wanted him and I wanted him to want me. I just didn't know how to show it, or how to tell him. He was such a gentleman, it was almost frustrating. Almost.

Truly, I adored how careful he was. It always made me feel protected and safe. It felt like I could really trust him.

He gently moved his lips away from my neck and kissed me sweetly on the forehead.

Ok, just being affectionate. That's fine...

I sighed happily into his chest, nuzzling the thin material of the white t-shirt he wore under his blue zip-up hoodie. I could feel the firmness of his pectoral muscles under my cheek and tried to push my dirty thoughts away before they made things difficult. I needed to calm that burning desire he'd ignited with his lips.

I felt his biceps flex as he squeezed me to him before gently releasing me and relaxing into the sofa, his eyes shut; relaxed and content.

This might take a while.

I wasn't sure how long we had been lying in comfortable silence, with that suffocating tension in the room, but we weren't watching Dr Jones any more. Something I didn't recognise was now on, but it soon switched to some rubbish infomercial, so I stopped trying to pay attention. The room was beginning to grow dark, as the light of the setting sun created a soft, orange glow around us.

I felt his right hand begin to slide down from its position around my ribs, very slowly. I stayed completely still, as it almost felt as though he was asking my permission. I thought he'd fallen asleep! He stopped at my lower back, playing gently with the tops of my shorts before I felt him swallow and continue, coming to rest on my butt. I looked up at him from my place, hiding away against his chest. He was looking at me, his eyes half lidded and darkening with desire, a nervous smile gracing his handsome face.

I smiled shyly back at him, letting him know it was ok. The blush on my cheeks grew brighter as he gave my butt a small squeeze and pulled me even closer to him. Despite his own blush, he never faltered in his confident movements.

Just as with our first kiss.

It was these moments of unexpected confidence and dominance that made my heart flutter the most. I loved when he took charge. I loved when he showed me his uncontrollable desire. It made me feel wanted, and made me want to show him how much I wanted him. I wanted to drive him wild and watch him lose all control.

Gulping back my nerves, I angled my face upwards and tugged him down to me, gently guiding his lips to my own. The kiss was adoring, longing and loving. He used his left hand to cup my cheek and deepen the kiss, guiding my mouth open with his own and entangling our tongues.

Suddenly, the kiss was no longer just loving; it was passionate and growing more and more heated and intense. We were kissing harder, our tongues battling for dominance, sucking and biting each other's lips. I moaned quietly as he tugged on my bottom lip. My hands moved from around his neck.

One buried itself into his beautiful blonde locks, gripping him to me tightly, not daring to let him move away from our passion; while the other trailed down greedily from his neck, over his shoulders, and onto the toned muscles of his chest, before sliding around under his arm and gripping at the back of his shirt desperately. I pulled at him and he held me close, following my silent command to shift our positions so that I lay under him, pinned against the cushions with the weight of his body against mine.

His grip in my hair became harder and he pulled it slightly, drawing another involuntary moan from me. He held my face to his, angling me in a way that suited him and gave him as much access as possible to my mouth. I groaned adoringly against his lips as his right hand kneaded my backside, his arm pulling me closer and pressing me against him.

I could feel him brushing against my inner thigh, carefully avoiding the intense contact. I draped my right leg over his hip, practically mounting him as I pulled him closer to my centre and began to grind against him. The friction of his growing bulge against my centre sent pleasurable shocks throughout my body, making me moan loudly.

He stiffened, groaning pleasurably into my mouth before, suddenly, I yelped as I was knocked unceremoniously to the floor. Red faced and panting, groin severely moistened and throbbing with want. I had just enough awareness left to notice the slam of the bathroom door.

I placed a hand on my forehead, trying to control the clouded lightheaded feeling he'd left me with, panting for breath.

There was definitely a dull ache of longing left behind...

But I suppose, for a first time, that was probably physical enough, right?

I sat up slowly, taking a deep, steadying breath and running my hand through my hair, pulling it to one side to try to get some air to the back of my neck. My apartment suddenly seemed unbearably warm.

Fully aware that Yoosung needed the privacy to... ahem... relieve himself, I ignored the awkward situation and decided to do the same. The yearning pulse in my core wasn't leaving, and I knew I'd just be sour-tempered if I didn't attend to it. I couldn't wait for him to finish in the bathroom, and cursed my tiny apartment for only having one.

The echo of his pleasurable groaning rang through my ears and I felt my core pulsing with need.

Sighing, I rose to my feet, surprised at how shaky I was, and tottered over to my bedroom. Locking the door carefully behind me, I released a deep sigh and lay on my bed, closing my eyes as I slipped off my shorts, thinking only of Yoosung.

It didn't take long for me to reach a pleasant climax, moaning to myself as I released onto my hand. I knew it wasn't ever going to be as satisfying as having someone else do it, but I was at least sated after that intense moment on the sofa.

I quickly cleaned up with the baby wipes I usually used to clean my face and reset my appearance before unlocking my door and heading back to the sofa.

Yoosung was already there, slightly red faced and sheepishly sat up on the sofa.

A blush painted my cheeks as I sat down next to him.

Well... This was awkward...

Yoosung cleared his throat quickly before smiling at me, attempting to ignore his blush and raising a fan of takeout menus.

"So, I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for-"

You. I am in the mood for you.

STOP.

"-so I figured you could tell me what you want and I'll order food while you put a movie on?" he smiled at me, and I could feel his nervousness. I swallowed thickly and followed his lead, trying to act normal and, hopefully, return us to comfortable, affectionate normalcy through pretence.

"S-sure." I nodded, mentally cursing at my stammer. I lifted a shaking hand and took the menus from him, flicking through them with an unnecessary amount of focus. "What do you fancy?"

"EH?" he looked at me, completely shocked before clearing his throat and shaking his head. "Ah, no, don't worry. I'm easy-"

You most certainly are not.

SHUT UP, BRAIN!

"-I'll just order whatever once you've decided what you want."

And so, the evening continued... Uncertainly. Neither of us could quite settle back into the same level of intimate comfort we had before our intense make out session, but we were talking smoothly and, thankfully, he'd brought a few comedy films with him this time.

We watched a couple and laughed more at how bad the movie was, than the actual jokes. We even got back to the point of cuddling on the sofa and holding hands. As expected, he'd been playing with my hair most of the evening and we exchanged sweet, affectionate kisses.

All too soon, I was pouting at him as he stood in the doorway, ready to leave.

"You don't have to go yet, you know." I teased, my fingers playing absently with the ties to his hood.

He smiled at me adoringly and sighed, "Yin, if I gave in every time you asked me to stay, I don't think I'd ever leave."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

He chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine, lacing our fingers together and kissing each of my knuckles. "If I didn't have class in the morning, or work in the afternoon, I wouldn't ever leave your side." He gently rubbed his nose against mine, making me giggle. "I would spend all my time finding new ways to make you smile and laugh and think of how many different ways I can show you how much I love you." He grinned, kissing my lips briefly. "But, I guess this time apart means that I'm even happier when we're together."

He leant towards me, hovering his lips so close to mine that I could feel them brushing against me. My eyes fluttered shut as I waited, his hot breath tickling my lips and making my pulse race as I begged for him to kiss me. "Goodnight, my love. Dream of me." He whispered huskily, his lips brushing against mine with each word, before he turned and walked away.

I blinked. Releasing a slow, shaky breath, I tried to calm my rapidly beating heart from the almost-kiss. The feeling of want lingered and left the promise of so much more; I almost ran after him to finish what he'd started.

He definitely knew what he was doing to me.

So, that's it for the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Please review and let me know and I'll try to get a new update out soon. I'm not sure how often I'll get to update it, between work and stuff, but I'm quite enjoying writing this one, as it's quite non-serious right now. So hopefully I'll have quite a lot of inspiration to keep going!

See you next update! ~nofreakingway