Mystic Messenger x Reader (A Random Series)

So... You game too?

Yoosung x Reader

It was an average day, after everything from the party to Mint Eye to Saeran throwing most of his edge-lord clothing away- the RFA finally had developed a place to store all of their information, and you were free to basically take over Rika's old apartment. You'd moved in all of your things, and had even burned her old clothing- cackling like a madman as Seven spammed you, watching through the CCTVs.

(707): Uh... (Name).... What are you doing?

(You): I'm laughing over the ashes that remain of a bitch and a half. :>

     Of course, brainwashing Seven's brother had put her almost to the top of your shit list- but even letting Saeran blind her own cousin in one eye? That was unforgivable. But after the ritual of stabbing Rika's curtains with your knives from your past home and replacing all of her silverware with yours and basically disinfecting every surface of the apartment because... I guess you hate her that much?

*I DO.*

-You'd finally set up your gaming computer in your new room. See, before the RFA- you were a professional gamer visiting from America to compete in a tournament featuring the game World of Warcraft. Your parents were used to not hearing from you on your trips- and you coming back later than usual to enjoy all of the attractions that the countries and different parts of the world offered you. As to why you had your own apartment in Korea? Because, you like your own space without room service fucking up your schweet setup. (AKA, wires. Wires everywhere!)

         After you failed to show up at your tournament however, and your sponsors heard no word from you; you were kinda... stuck here. You didn't really mind. V helped out immensely when it came to your expenses; you'd even started minor hacking and made your own small business thanks to Seven- and if that failed or if you got bored- Jumin offered you a job at his corporation. You liked it here much more than your quiet hometown as well, despite Rika treating the apartment like it was a hermit's hideout- you had quite a view overlooking all of the lights of the business district from your living room. 

You'd sat in your desk chair, sighing contently at the plush backing and resting your forearms at a comfy 90 degree angle from the arms of it- and speedily typing in all of your Blizzard information. You heard a quiet 'Twing!~' from your phone.

(707): OMG (NAME) U NEVER TOLD ME U PLAY WOW.;;

     You facepalmed, he's ALREADY monitoring your computer?

(You): lololol Seven whyyyyy.

(707): I play too, we should totally play together.

(You): What realm?

(707): Moonguard.

     You deadpanned.

Of. Course. Of course he played on Moonguard. It was basically the realm of trolls and cyber prostitution. You played on (Realm of Choice/Steamwheedle Cartel <If you don't know what WoW is, use said realm ;3>) and you had to say, it was a fairly mellow realm. Nice players that usually helped each other out.

(You): So, Alliance or Horde.

    You logged into your main character and began to queue up for Player vs. Player, all the sudden your phone wouldn't stop ringing.

(Yoosung☆): PLAY WITH ME (NAME).

(Yoosung☆):  YOU GAME?

(Yoosung☆): WHY DIDN'T YOU TELK MW YIU GAM?

(707): lololololol typo.

(Yoosung☆): SEVEN SHUT UP OMG ;;

    You couldn't help but snort and gave Yoosung your Battle Tag, which was basically your gamertag if you think about it... You never really changed game IDs when it came to different consoles and game launchers. Afterwards, Seven ended up getting your Battle Tag because hacks. The three of you played for a while, joining ranked Battlegrounds- you had to admit- Yoosung was pretty good. So was Seven; but of course- the competitive gamer was always better. With your gaming mouse and keyboard you were taking down other players with one hand, while the other had been resting on your cat's head, petting (Him/Her) as they purred.