Mystic Messenger- Say You'll Stay- SaeranxReader (MC)

Welcome

Your eyes flutter open and you shift in the comfort of a large plush bed decorated in pale pink. You want to turn on your side and snuggle on the pillows around you. It smells so sweet in here. You don't remember having a bed so large.

"I am glad you're awake, YN," Saeran says standing from the corner loveseat.

You immediately gasp and realize that you don't know where you are. You squint as he parts the white curtain ruffled with pink and let's sunlight inside. You sit up and stare down at yourself. You are wearing a long nightgown. You are braless and you notice that you are pantiless too. Fear immediately seizes you as you remember the events of last night.

"How did you sleep?" he says with that indecipherable smile stopping to stand at the foot of your bed. He looks like he walked out of a fairytale book in that ruffled blouse and pink overcoat. "I had a meeting. That is why I am dressed this way," he says noticing how you eye him. He straightness the blue rose on the breast of his jacket and continues staring at you.

"D-did you," you stammer staring down at the pale pink nightgown. You wrap your arms over your breasts.

He chuckles gathering your implication. "Oh, don't worry. I didn't touch you. It is too soon for us to explore each other's bodies, but I am looking forward to the day."

Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets and your ears begin to burn. "Are you crazy?! You kidnapped me!" You clutch the thick covers embroidered with gold threading. "I want to go home! Just what is this place?!"

What he doesn't tell you is that he didn't dress you. He had one of his female underlings do that for him, but the shock on your face is satisfying. It makes him wait with eagerness the day he can truly have you. Your body, your emotions, your mind.

"This place is called Mint Eye. It is a place of salvation and acceptance for everyone. And as far as your home goes, I don't think there is anyone waiting for you at home is there?"

He knows the answer to that and you bite your lower lip as your heart sinks. He walks over to the white wooden vanity table and fingers the portrait of you and your father. "This is the only picture you had at your tiny apartment."

You get out of bed and rush towards him ready to attack, but you are taking aback by how tired he looks when he turns to face you. He elevates the portrait out of your reach as you continue taking him in. He has some light dark circles that just seem to enhance his beauty instead of taking it away and he is pale. Much paler than you.

"Give it to me!" You say between clenched teeth. He ignores your words and stares at how you jump up after it. Your breasts moving in perfect gravity. He inhales the urge to touch them. How would they feel in his mouth? Soft no doubt. Perfect to lay against.

"Here," he says handing it to you composing himself. He then goes to the middle of the room and spins. "This room is yours. You can decorate all you want although I picked everything based on your tastes—wallpaper, ceiling decorations, small props. I picked it out myself. Thinking of you."

He stops and smiles at you again. You slide a finger over the frame of a man holding a little brown-haired girl and place it back on the vanity with a sad sigh. You notice all of your stuff is here. Your makeup, your perfumes, all perfectly arranged. Your heart jumps in your chest, but you are not scared of him.

He has taken you away and you are not scared of him! The realization hits you hard.

You turn to face him. "I can't stay here. I have friends that will be looking for me."

He frowns and clenches his black gloved hands. "You mean those people in the shelter you help out?"

"Yes," you say, not sure how he knows, but given that all your things are here and he has picked out things that are your taste, you assume he has been stalking you for awhile. "They'll look for me. They will call the police."

"Don't worry about that. I have everything worked out."

"What do you mean?" You ask concerned.

He goes to you making you catch your breath when he is just an inch away from you. He looks down at you and caresses the bottom of your chin, his thumb over your lips. Your heart beats so fast. You are afraid of him and yet oddly attracted to him. This man is crazy. There is no doubt about that. You try to catch something from his expression, but all you can tell is the fact that he wears contacts. That mint color is not his. The way he watches you makes you gulp tightly.

"I hacked into your phone and sent emails to your relatives and your administrator at the shelter you work at. I told them that you are moving overseas! Fortunately, your aunt and cousin don't care much for you, do they?"

Your jaw clenches in pain as he continues playing with your lips—tracing them, pulling the bottom lip down so he can see your teeth and then letting it go back to its place. Your eyes gloss over at the thought of how lonely you really are.

"I am sorry," he says blinking and then giving you some space. His back half-turned. "I understand the feeling of not being loved by your loved ones and feeling worthless."

"How dare you," you mumble in the verge of tears and in the verge to explode in your anger.

"You and I share a lot in common. That is why I can't let you go. No one will look for you so stay by my side, okay?" He smiles again and that smile on that face pushes you to the edge. You lunge at him and taking him by surprise and manage to slap him hard across the face.

He is too stunned for words.

"You are crazy! Don't compare me to you. You can't keep me here by force. You won't get away with this."

He rubs his cheek and smiles again, his eyes tapering to slits. "But I have gotten away with it. Please don't hate me too much. Don't you understand that it has to be you? No one else can take your place. I have been watching you from the very start."

When you try to strike him again, he grabs your wrists and squeezes it tight. He leans towards you as if to kiss you and grabs your other wrist pinning you in place.

"I don't want your stay to be uncomfortable but you must learn the rules. I am afraid that I have to punish you for striking me." You feel his warm breath on your face as he catches the length of your neck, the dip of the hollow of your throat, the plunge of your nightgown that reveals the tops of your breasts. Your breathing gets shaky under his scrutiny and he startles you when he says. "There are so many things I want to do with you that I am having trouble holding myself back, YN. What should I do?"