Mystic Messenger One Shots

「Shut Up」

"We went over this!"

"You need to stop!"

"I grew to care about them!"

"You can't control me.Not forever!"

The boy she grew to know would not stop his plan against R.F.A and grew to love the people she randomly met. He was determined to have his way, but the girl he grew fond of would not let him have his way, there were always be different alternatives, but he would not take them. Especially seeing his twin brother flirt with his girl.

Growing an attraction to her

Growing an attraction t him

Honestly, he was to brush her off after her outburst as nothing, but it was far from the word.He stood and took in her words. Standing with an annoyed expression but she held her ground and continued to shout.

Word after Word after Word

He wanted to shout back, but she would only grow more upset. Instead of scratching the back of his head while having a finger pointed at him. No matter her words his plan was the same or rather her plan and nothing could be done.

"They are great people."

"Caring."

"Funny."

"Kind."

"They do not deserve what you have in store."

"You describe your brother in a way which I found horrible."

"But he is the exact opposite of what you say."

"Seven is not the enemy!"

Don't remind me of him

"He truly cares Saeran."

Stop

"Stop this."

"You don't need to fight them."

You don't understand

"You don't need to fight him."

"Especially not him."

Especially him

"We can all get along."

She was hitting his nerves, and by every passing second, he was getting closer and closer to the edge. He had a soft side inside himself for this girl, but at times she was more than he could handle.

In this case, she was hitting buttons that undoubtedly would have caused him to explode.

He growled and held her wrist.

"Just."

"Stop."

"Shut Up"

She was pulled with force, and his expression grew angry. She felt a lump in her throat and swallowed. She might have seen his softer side, but he is still a dangerous man and capable of murder without feeling any regret. His eyes were dark, and his grip was firm and tight on her wrist, causing pain.

"S-Saeran,"

"Your hurting m-me."

She was trying to pull away, but he stood in pace.

He began to regain his focus and release his hold on her wrist.

She took a step back and held her arm.

His eyes remained on the red hand print he had left behind. He didn't mean to, but he can't bear to be reminded of him, not even for a second. He is just overwhelmed with emotion and one he can not take for more than a couple of seconds. She knew but continued with her words.

He froze before finally speaking.

"I-I'm sor-ry."

She remained with a saddened expression with her eyes stuck on him.

"I'm s-sorry."

She bit her lip.

"I'm sorry."

His face softened, but you could still see the slight worry and fear in her eyes.

All she heard were three quick steps.

His arms wrapped around her lower back with his head buried in her neck. No other movements were made only his arms holding her small figure begging for forgiveness of his actions.

Even if upset he does not wish for her to be upset with him

Let alone see him with eyes filled with any sense of fear.

Her head fell against his shoulder and let his arms remain against her body.

It was silent