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

Darkness

Saeran returned in the afternoon excited to check on you. He finished his work earlier just so he could see you. He still couldn't believe that you, his little flower, was his. In his own personal garden. He could tend to you, help you grow, fertilize you. His insides hurt, he felt a warmness, a normalness he hadn't felt in a long time. He also felt incredibly horny...

He didn't really care that you would grow to hate him. As long you're with him none of that mattered. In the pockets of his black jeans, he has your phone, set up with a special version of the messenger his twin had so meticulously created. Savior said you could stay if you were useful, and being his assistant was useful.

Teaching you programming would be a pain in the ass, but you'll learn. You guys had all the time in the world.

He treads down the elegantly decorated halls and sees his female underling leaving your room with her black cloak imprinted with golds, utterly soaked. She immediately lowers her head when he steps in front of her.

"How is she?"

She removes her hood to reveal her violet hair. She hides her anger as she looks down at her feet.

"She threw her lunch all over the floor. She's been yelling and throwing things like a crazy person."

"I see," he responds idly staring at the carved wooden doors as if he could see you.

There is silence now. He wonders what you're doing. You don't like loneliness. You hardly stayed in your tiny apartment when he followed you around. You maintained yourself busy, reading a book, going to movies, all to keep memories locked in the back of your mind. Did you know how beautiful you looked lost in thought? A strand of hair slipping from your ear as you read?

"Mr. Ray, how long are you planning on keeping her here. She'll be easy to manage once she is in the first stages of her cleansing."

"Not yet."

"Why?!" she says, immediately regretting her outburst. She is surprised that she is even standing. He would've slapped her across the face for even daring to question him. He hasn't been acting normal since that woman arrived.

His mint gaze needles her into submission as she apologizes.

"You are dismissed, U786."

Hearing her enumeration instead of her name breaks her heart, and that is more than enough punishment for her. She wished he would've slapped her instead. She bows her head silently and leaves. He doesn't even look her way or notice.

Saeran unlocks the door, and a smirk lifts the corner of his lips. You are sprawled on the ground on your side. You wear a skirt under a long cardigan. You watch him under a veil of hair that covers your face. Behind you, is your lunch. The salmon plaster on the windows that wouldn't break, chairs broken, the bed undone. You remind him of a child.

You don't say anything and sit up. He looks different in his black jeans and red tunic. He wears the hoodie he wore on the night he rescued you. His mint eyes look intense, but that tired look on his face is still there. The shadow of dark circles that looks as if he had painted them there.

"You've been naughty I've heard. Why did you throw your lunch? You didn't like it?"

"I want to go home!' You snap.

He squats and places a strand of hair over your shoulder. "That's not possible. You don't have a home anymore. I canceled your contract at your apartment. In fact, I have erased you completely from all databases. You can start over if you wish. New name. New birth certificate."

Your breathing turns panting as you push off the floor. You remember your father. His kind smile. His kind eyes. The kindness that was met with betrayal. You love your name.

"You're really are crazy," you turn to face the window. You see a garden at a distance. You turn around to face him. His hands in his pockets watching you with interest as he had done for god knows how long. "You say we have a lot in common. I kept thinking what you mean by that. You must have someone that betrayed you too, right?" He doesn't answer, but as close as he is you can see his temples tic. You see the tightness of those evenly full lips, and your heart sinks for him. "You don't have to tell me. I understand too well, but despite everything, we must keep living, Ray. I can't stay here. You can't keep me trapped in here."

"You want to leave even though you don't exist in the outside anymore?"

He looks offended. Hurt. He has tried to be kind to you, and you still don't want him. His jaw clenches.

"Do you hate them?"

You know who them is. "No. I don't. I can't allow my hate to poison me. I don't even hate that woman either."

"You're a liar! You are telling me that it doesn't pain you that your mother is out there on some luxury cruise with her other children and husband, while you are completely forgotten? That is what you don't understand."

He grabs you tight by the wrist and forces you to look up at him. Your wrist hurts at how tight he clamps them. His gaze has gone crazed. "You don't understand that your lack of existence didn't happen when I erased you. You've ceased to exist a long time ago. No one wants you, but me!"

Your tears spill at his words that are like daggers to your heart.

"You're right! But even though," you sniffle, your chin quivers but it is prideful, pointed up at him. "B-but even though I am alone...I must try to keep living. That is what people do, Ray! They don't pick up girls as damaged as them and keep them trapped in their homes."

He let's go. He gives you his back. You ache for him because you can sense the pain there. The hollowness. You take a step forward, you are overrun by the need to embrace him.

"Is that what your therapist said? You must try to keep living and miraculously erase the shit of the past?"

No. My father.

You open your mouth to inform him, but his voice overruns yours.

"I can't try to keep living," he says sourly through clenched teeth. "Because the old me is dead. I am reborn again. I am living."

I am no longer the broken little boy tied by the leg like an animal.

"But if you have moved on from your past so easily," His fists clench until his knuckles go white. "You should be okay sleeping in the dark."

He turns to face you, and the sinister look in his eyes lets you know exactly what he means.

Your eyes widen in fear, but all you can manage is a, "Wait."

He walks away. Not once does he turn to face you. When he gets near the door, you run after him.

"Please, Ray! Don't!"

He turns then, an unreadable look on his face. "Pitch darkness shouldn't bother a toughie like you. You have apparently forgiven your mother. Your forgiveness will allow you to live through the night, right?" You drop to your knees and begin to sob as the door slams closed, and on cue, the lights go off.

You begin to tremble. Only sunlight shining through the window.

"No please, don't leave me," you mumble, laying on the floor in fetal position, "Come back."