Mystic Messenger x Reader One Shots

Petals Pt. 2 | Saeran x Reader

If you have not read Petals already then you will be slightly confused. I really liked it so I wanted to continue it!

Saeran's POV

I sit on my bed with a container of ice cream in my hand while watching whatever is interesting on TV. Right now it is a competitive cooking show. The contests are making some dessert for whatever reason. My phone starts vibrating.

"Yo, unlock your window," she says. I look outside to see (Y/N) standing there with her phone to ear and a lot of fries in the other. "I don't want any bugs to get near my chips, and it is cold." I walk over to the window and open it. She slides through and sits next to me on my bed.

"How are you..." she pauses to think for a moment. "Saeran?" I nod. "Yes I finally got it right!" she exclaims. I laugh to myself. The doctors had come to the conclusion that (Y/N) will most likely not get her memories back. It's been three months since that occurred, and she's been trying to act as normal as possible. I've ran into her crying saying she hated not remembering. I'm scared to let her be alone now.

"I've been ok. The petals are not as often since I'm not as sick anymore." With my body being as weak as it already is, it's not taking this very well. Being sick and the flower petals basically has me bed bound because of how weak I become. (Y/N) smiles.

"That's great!" she goes quiet for a moment. She's probably thinking of something to say to me. "You know what, how about we go for a walk around the neighborhood. It's a nice day after all!" I stand up and get my shoes on. She's still sitting on my bed eating her fries.

"Well, are we going for a walk?" I ask as I stand there confused. I grab my winter jacket as well.

"I need to finish my fries first of all. Going on a walk is nice, but food is also important. Food over exercise," she says as she stuffs more fries into her mouth. I laugh quietly. She's still like herself for the most part. (Y/N) is funny, still an Internet child, and kind. She's just become more quiet, anxious, and scared.

Once she is done eating, she stands up, and we walk to the front door. Mom is out wherever right now, but Saeyoung is sitting on his laptop doing something.

"Hey brother! Hey (Y/N)! I see you're going out someplace, huh?" he says as he looks up at us and smiles. He can be so annoying a lot of times.

"Just a walk, no place special," I say. He laughs quietly to himself and smirks. Saeyoung why do you do this.

"Well go have fun on your walk then," Saeyoung says as he turns his attention back to his laptop. I open the front door, and we step out into the chilly winter air. It may be cold, but there's something that seems... nice about it. Or maybe the flowers are going to my head and slowly driving me insane. I'm not so sure anymore.

We start walking silently as the wind howls past us. It's not the normal comfortable silence from before. It's an awkward silence like when you meet someone for the first time. I've had to meet her all over again.

"Saeran, can I ask you a question?" she says quietly as we stop to let a car pass by.

"Sure. What's your question?" I ask. She looks at me uncomfortably as she rocks back and forth.

"What was I like before?" Her face is full of seriousness and concern. The car passes, and we cross the street. "How did I act? What did I like? Did I like anyone?" I unintentionally stop at the last question. She kept going for a bit before turning around to look at me. I continue walking again at that point.

"You... you still act the same mostly. You're weird. You seem really quiet but outgoing at the same time. You like anime and otome games and freak out because I look like a character in an app you play." I look down at the ground and laugh to myself for a second. "You literally set an alarm for 3 to play something on that game of yours."

"Wait, I think I know the game you are talking about. I saw it on my phone. I started playing it again, and I know the character you're talking about. Sadly, I haven't played much though," she laughs. I look at her face as she does. It's happy and looks like it always has.

I allow her to talk about what she's discovered so far. She made me promise to show her the shows she loved. I sighed and agreed. Anything for her. We get the park from so long ago. I stare at it remembering the time where she first got the disease and asked me out. I walk into it and sit down at a bench by the lake. She sits next to me.

"You liked me. You had what I have, Hanahaki Disease. I felt so bad for you. You looked miserable and sad, but acted strong and ok around me." (Y/N) looks at me. I can't tell what she's thinking now. Her face is just blank. No emotions at all.

"That explains a lot..." she mumbles to herself as she looks down. I look at her confused. When she looks back up, her cheeks are red. Maybe it's the cold? Probably the cold.

"I had this feeling every time I'm around you. I never knew what it was so I left it alone. I think it was my past self trying to give me a small nudge. I don't know." My cheeks went red also. I'm freezing. It's probably just the cold. Yep. "I think I still like you. I'm pretty sure I do. I still do." She's smiling and looking at me. I smile too.

"W-Would you go on a date with me? Like whenever is good for you b-but..." (Y/N) hugs me. I hug her back. This is not like me, but why am I so happy right now? Because she actually likes me still?

"Why not right now? We are out anyway, or it would be better inside since I'm kind of chilly right now." I laugh and smile.

"Inside works. We can watch those shows you wanted to," I say as I stand up. She perkily joins me.

"Yay!"

Her memories never came back from the accident. It was many years until I explained her what happened to her. I learned later on that she was still her same self. She's still weird and quiet but outgoing and kind and my best friend, but she loves me. The flower petals soon stopped since that day. Whatever was inside me slowly left until it all died out. What died out was soon filled with the love shared between us.

Bonus scene years later:

We were looking at flowers for our wedding with our wedding planner at a florist shop. The planner brings over the flowers and sets them on the table next to us.

"How about these? The crimson red roses are a popular choice for weddings." I look down at the crimson red flowers and remember the horror of the flower petals contained inside of us. (Y/N) and I look at each other instantly and simultaneously shout no. The wedding planner jumps and hurriedly puts them back. I feel bad, but crimson flowers aren't something we want to see again.

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Fun fact: school is tiring. I'm so exhausted and have so much work. I love two of my classes though and luckily one of them is an every day class (We only have 2 classes that we take every day. The others it varies by day. Weird but I'm getting used to it.)

But since so many people were asking for a part two on this, I decided why not. It's a personal favorite of mine, and I love the prompt.