Mystical Messages | Mystic Messenger (Character x Reader)

Stranded | Yoosung x Reader

I quickly shuffled through the papers in my office when I felt a slight tug at my shirt.

"Daddy? I had a dream. A bad one."

I knelt down on the floor and kissed my daughter's head slightly. She clutched her blanket in her delicate hands as she snuggled against me. I laid her in my lap and proceeded to sort. She reached out and pulled a photo stuck in the old sheets and she held it against her chest.

"Can you tell me more? About mommy?"

I felt my heart squeeze all the blood out as my face grew cold.

"She was a beautiful woman." I mumbled and clutched the paper in hand. "Funny too. I fell in love with her small snort whenever she'd laugh. Her smile was to die for." I continued on about her as if I were telling a story about her entire life. "She was super sweet. And bubbly."

"Why did mommy leave?"

Leave. Why did she? It wasn't her fault. Her life was stripped from her.

"She didn't leave."

"Daddy. What happened to momma?"

I heard my nine year old son clear his throat as he walked over to his sister. I looked away from him as he rushed her back to bed before coming back.

He attempted to make eye contact in which I denied.

"Dad. You never look at me anymore."

"I can't." I swallowed my tears and spun around in my chair.

"I want to know why."

"Son."

"Don't call me son. You're not a dad or a father."

I shot up from my chair and roughly grabbed his frail shoulders. For the first time after losing [y/n], I met my son eye to eye.

"You have her eyes. I can't look at you. You have her nose. And her hair. You're the living embodiment of your mother. I can't look at you without thinking of her."

"You're a coward."

I looked away from him once more and felt his shoulder tense up in anger.

"Again you can't even look at me! I wish you were the one driving that car and not mom! I hate you!" He screamed in my face with such vigor I watched as he stormed from the room.

I looked over at the photo left on my desk. It was a simple polaroid taken by [y/n] of us as a family. The children caressed their mother as I sat in the back smiling bright.

I fumbled with my hair clips and swiped the photo from my desk. It flipped over and the rear side had a few scribbles. I picked it up and it read 'Happy faces.'

I smiled slightly and laughed lightly at the irony.

"Sad me. Happy face. [y/n] what am I doing wrong? They need their mother back. I don't know how to do this by myself. I can't. But I will never marry anyone else either. What do I do my love? I am stranded and at a complete dead end."

The bottom of the polaroid read a single, five letter word in her cursive handwriting.

'Smile.'