Hello everyone!

Alright guys- this is it! The finale chapter to Silver Lining! I don't want to put a bunch of sappy stuff at the beginning of the story- so i'll save it for the end. (:

I do not own MM!

My name is Saeran Kim-Choi.

I have been married to my best friend for 3 years now.

Yoosung graduated at the top of his class- the first to get his PhD, and now is the head veterinarian at a clinic full-time. He wakes up passionate every morning, driven by the joy he gets helping these animals, and the people who love them- his cheerful personality seems to infect all of the animals he treats, and his high success rate of helping them has made his clinic very popular.

I continued on with my modelling career, now doing small acting parts on local Television shows, as well as modelling clothing for famous clothing companies. Jumin Han hired Zen and I to do a dual-shoot for his company, and since it ended up being a fairly long process, Zen and I came to know each other pretty well, resulting in us being pretty good friends.

Zen and Jumin started dating about a year ago, finally halting their cat-and-dog act and admitting that they liked each other, though, not much has changed. Zen still yells at him about being a trust fund jerk, and Jumin still makes awful jokes about money and points out Zen's narcissism on the regular- the only difference is now, Jumin often kissed him to make him stop complaining, and most times it worked.

Jaehee had quit working under Jumin's reign- she opened up a coffee shop around half a year ago, running it with a sweet person that she had been seeing for the past two years now. She seems much happier, though there is no hard feelings between herself and Jumin- he was actually incredibly supportive about her leave, acknowledging that her significant other had made her realize what she truly wanted in life. She tells everyone that her lover is what gave her the strength to finally do something for herself, and she couldn't thank them enough.

Jade and Saeyoung's son, Ryung, and daughter, Mi-Cha, were now both 3 years old, as wild as Saeyoung himself. Yoosung and I babysat when we could, trying to give them a night off whenever possible. While they were wild and eccentric, they were also proving to be incredible geniuses- they began babbling around 3 months old, saying their first words at 6 months, which were cat and honey respectively. Jade looked devastated that their first words were related to cats and honey buddha chips, but I swear I'd never seen Saeyoung look so proud.

Yoosung and I moved in together after our wedding. We bought a condo together in a high-rise; a beautiful, spacious two bedroom that had an en-suite bathroom, another bathroom in the hall, and an open kitchen. It had an island countertop, and large windows in the living room area, giving us a beautiful view of the ocean to the west.

We often spent our nights curled up on our couch, watching the sunset fall over the ocean horizon, just relaxing in each other's touch, talking about our day, expressing our menial thoughts- this was our nighttime ritual, just basking in the other's presence, our two cats- Desta and Freya- curling around us.

Over the past few years, I have gotten a much better hold on my anxiety. I'm still very quiet and reserved, but I find it much easier to laugh and joke around with the others now. I can spend time away from Yoosung without feeling lost, and have learned to appreciate and value the meaning in spending time on my own.

I gazed down at my husband, his head laying softly upon my chest, his face glowing in the warm shine of the sunset pouring in through the windows, his eyes dancing beneath closed lids as he rested. His shoulders rose and fell slowly, his arms wrapped around my waist, legs tangled with mine. I brushed some of his brown hair from his eyes, smiling at his natural colour- he had stopped bleaching it shortly after we got married. In his words, "I want to be completely myself around you." I kissed his forehead tenderly, smiling as I took in his comforting, earthy scent.

"Are you sleeping?" I spoke softly, playing with a strand of his hair.

"Mmmmno..." He tilted his head up towards me, droopy eyes opening up to meet my gaze, "I am sleepy though."

I laughed softly, bringing both of my hands up to play with his hair, the soft strands sliding through my fingers.

"I can see that."

Yoosung brought one of his hands up to my face, lightly stroking my cheek, a wistful smile on his lips as he stared into my eyes.

"Your eyes look beautiful in the sunset."

I smiled at him, leaning into his touch.

"You say that every night when we watch the sunset."

"Doesn't make it any less true," He scooted upwards so our chests were pressed together, his face looking directly into mine as he grinned, "Can I not be crazy about my husband?" He started to pout, sticking his lip out at me, mustering his best puppy-dog look. I laughed softly, shaking my head at him.

"Some things just never change..."

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head at me, a strand of his hair falling into his eyes.

"You're just as adorable and childish as ever."

"Childish?!" He gasped loudly, placing a hand on his chest in mock offence.

"Hmm," I tapped my chin in a jokingly contemplative manner, "More like spoiled."

Yoosung smiled mischievously, sitting up and straddling my hips, running his hands over my shoulders, massaging them softly.

"Well, when somebody spoils me all the time, I can't help but act that way."

I smiled serenely up at him, trailing my hands along his waist, my gaze trailing along his shoulder where his sweater exposed the skin there tantalizingly.

"I can't resist those eyes of yours. They beg me to spoil them."

He giggled, placing one of his hands in my hair, running his fingers through it gently.

"I wish you'd let me spoil you more, too."

"You do enough."

Yoosung leaned in, nuzzling his nose against mine softly.

"I want to do more." He whispered softly, his lavender eyes sparkling at me. I ran my hand along his left arm, bringing his hand up between our faces, kissing his wedding ring carefully, holding his gaze.

"This is enough for me."

Yoosung grinned, pushing my shoulder teasingly.

"Saeran, you're so cheesy."

I ran my hand up along his back, playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

"Your fault."

He grinned, leaning into kiss me, his giggles vibrating in my mouth. He pulled away slightly to look at me, his eyes glowing with the sunlight, his form illuminated by the shine, making him look absolutely ethereal, like the angel he was.

"I love you, Saeran."

I smiled up at him, lacing my fingers into his, my heart swelling as I looked at him.

My life, my presence, and my mind- it was a storm, before he came. Ready to destroy anything and everything at any given moment- ready to destroy myself. I had little to no self control, and not a sliver of an idea of how to control it, and come to terms with it- and then he came, and literally fell on me, and the storm clouds parted, even a sliver- and there it was.

A silver lining.

"I love you too."

THE END.

God, I'm really emotional right now. Who knew writing a fanfiction would be so emotionally investing for me when I started writing them back in like, 2008...? God. Haha.

Before I write my sappy note, I want to clarify something I attempted to imply using pronouns alone, but just in case, I want to reiterate it- The person Jaehee is dating is gender-neutral, using they/them pronouns alone. (: I just wanted to make it completely clear that that was the case ~

Okay, this is just going to be some really sappy stuff so you all don't have to read it if you don't want to, but I just wanna let it out.

I started this story on November 11, 2016. I made my tumblr, pansexualtrash, on November 6. I made a whole new tumblr for the sole reason of being such a fan of Mystic Messenger, and wanting easier access to posts and content. And by November 7th/8th, i was posting Yooran related things, and searching for them. There was barely any Yooran content, and I was so sad because as soon as I recognized the ship, I fell in love with it- I wanted more, I saw so much potential, and I just felt so sad that there was so little (although what was there was amazing, prime content and I cried alot over it all)

And so I began to get inspired- which was something that was incredible, in and of itself. You see, my old fanfiction account, Hitomi Echo- I abandoned it. My depression and my past addiction had such a strong hold on me... I lost all of my artistic drive. I couldn't draw, or write for years. Even singing was difficult for me at that time in my life.

By the time I had gotten better and felt that I could write again- I didn't remember which email my account was connected to, or the info for it at all. I tried contact the site about it, but with now way to truly prove it is mine, I have no access to it now. So I had given up, thinking maybe it was a sign to stop writing fanfiction- mine were never very good at all, and i thought that I would be wasting my time. Until I found Mystic Messenger- and yes, there's a load of multi-shipping that I experience with it- but I just got so inspired, something I haven't felt because of a fandom in such a long time, and it was exhilarating.

I started by writing Innocence, and then Under the Veil, and then Deadly Obsession, and then I thought of the idea for Silver Lining. I got so pumped- I had so many ideas in my head of what Yoosung and Saeran's relationship would grow to be like, the steps they would take, the savoury romance that they would experience, falling in love with not only each other, but the broken parts of themselves, and I adored that, having grown up fairly broken myself. This kind of ship brings joy to my heart, the kind of ship where not just one character saves the other, but where they explicitly benefit each other, together, as a unit, and I feel that Yooran would be this ship.

My vision of Saeran (as you have seen) is a very self-doubting, anxious, fearful one. He sees the beauty in Yoosung immediately, thinking he doesn't deserve such an amazing person whatsoever, afraid to bring his own hell into such a pure person's life- and while this whole story is from Saeran's POV, I did everything I could to express that Yoosung too, saw the greatness in Saeran even upon first meeting him. Even if he didn't realize it at first, being pretty oblivious to everything, he was in love with Saeran at the start, holding him close in his heart.

They were necessary for each other- not just Yoosung for Saeran. Saeran showed Yoosung the greatness in himself, the wonderful qualities he has that he couldn't express before. I always hated that he talked about himself being lesser than Jumin, or Zen, or Seven, when we all know that he has amazing qualities- loyalty, kindness, the purest kind of infectious attitude that he gives to those around him. I know that Saeran would show him those things.

Writing this story has meant a lot to me. I've never felt so invested in, or attached to a fanfiction I've written before. I poured so many feelings into it- the way I wrote Saeran is the same way I have felt many times in my life. I poured a lot of myself, and my past experiences into his character, and so this story has a lot of personal dialect and emotion inside of it-of which I hope many of you have felt and experienced throughout the journey of reading this.

I feel really emotional that it is now done- I'm a very fast typer, so having written 49 Chapters, roughly 76k words, in 33 days alone feels like it has flown by. I am very proud of myself- 50k to 80k is a usual range word-count for Young Adult/Teen Novels. So essentially, I have created a novel's worth of a lone Yoosung x Saeran story for you all to enjoy, and all I can remember of the me in the past, was always quitting halfway, getting discouraged with myself, my talents, my writing, allowing the people who criticized me to get to me too deeply, never finishing what I started- and I'm so glad that this wasn't the case.

I wanted to create the sensation of a pure love, of a sensational, life-changing love. One that had many fears, many heartaches, many stresses- but always fell back on that deep, irreplaceable love that these two posess. (Well- that I believe they would.)

I hope that I have created that sensation for all of you. You've all been so supportive, and wonderful, and I can't thank you enough. You were the inspiration and motivation to keep me writing multitudes of new chapters every week. Thank you all so much for sticking with me through this- I've made so many friends because of this story, and it has been an incredible experience.

I can't wait to write more for you all, and meet more and more of you.

I hope this story made you feel something. I hope that it brought something to your heart. I hope that it made you feel something good.

That's all I want.

I love you all- And thank you.

I look forward to what comes next. I hope you do, too.

~Pixil-8