Mystic Messenger x Reader One Shots

Love at First Sight (Saeran Choi x Reader)

"Where are you taking me, Ray?" you asked the white-haired man with a giggle. He had blindfolded you before leading you out of your room. Under any other circumstances, you would've been worried; maybe even frightened. But you trusted him. You knew he wouldn't ever do anything to harm you.

"It's a surprise - one that I hope you'll like," he replied in a whisper.

He continued leading you around the building for a few more minutes. After you heard the sound of him opening a door, a wave of fresh air hit you, indicating that you were now outside.

"You can take off the blindfold now."

Following his wish, you pulled down the red fabric and stared in awe at the sight before you. There were various kinds of flowers growing in an array of different colors. Between yellow, red, pink and white, the view was stunning. The outdoor lights illuminated the garden underneath the rays of the midnight moon. Saeran stayed silent as he walked by your side. He was more interested in staring at your beautiful face which was filled with admiration.

The scent of fresh soil and pollen hung in the air. It was a smell you enjoyed deeply. All you wanted was to get your hands dirty in the soil and start planting seeds of your own, but you didn't want to mess up the beautiful view that Saeran worked so hard to create on his own.

"You must really love flowers," you commented, cupping a white daisy in your hands. The smile he cherished so much was present on your face.

"I enjoy the feeling of being able to raise and nurture a life," he spoke softly.

"Your garden is so beautiful. I can tell you put a lot of effort into it."

He felt so pleased with himself that you could appreciate what he does. So many of his fellow Believers couldn't understand why he spent so much time tending to his precious garden. Besides Rika, you were the first person to truly understand him. You had a passion for flowers - no, all life - just as much as he did. He right to think you were different. You were special.

"Come," he told you. "I want to show you the roses."

He hesitantly held out his hand to you, half-expecting you to reject his offering. You beamed up at him before placing your hand on his and interlocking your fingers with his own. His breath hitched for a moment before a shaky smile appeared on his face. How long has it been since he last smiled? It had been far too long for him to remember.

With a soft squeeze of your hand, he maneuvered you around the intricate layout of the garden. It seemed like the further you went, the more beautiful all the flowers became. All the colors became far more vibrant; an array of exotic looking flowers laid about. You held your hand out and brushed your fingertips against each flower you passed.

He didn't let go of your hand until he stopped right in front of the rose section. Your eyes widened in joy once you laid eyes on the sea of iridescent colors that appeared before you. Red, pink, orange, yellow, white, lilac, and blue. Every color imaginable was sitting right there in front of you.

Your hand subconsciously reached out to touch the lilac one. You lowered your head and breathed in the sweet fragrance emitting from the rose. Saeran smiled when he realized which flower it was that caught your attention.

"Lilac roses represent love at first sight," he spoke tenderly. His voice was as soft and kind as his personality. A smile appeared on your face at just the sound of it.

"It's fitting considering how I feel about this garden," you told him, your eyes locked on the abundance of roses surrounding you. Saeran can't wrap his mind around how your [eye color] orbs were just as vibrant as all the flowers.

Slowly, your attention drifted to the blue roses. There weren't nearly as many of them as there were of the other roses. The blue was just a gorgeous color; you only wished there were more of them present in the garden.

"What do the blue roses represent?" you inquired.

He seemed a little surprised at first that you bothered to ask, but he obliged nonetheless. "While most other roses represent love and admiration, blue roses symbolize something darker. Due to the blue rose being something that can be rarely found in nature, it's seen as something that's too difficult to achieve," he sighed and shifted his gaze to the ground. "To put it simply, it symbolizes the impossible."

You took a step closer to him and placed a hand on his chest while the other gently touched the blue rose that he always kept pinned to his magenta suit. His gasped at the feeling of your hands on him. It wasn't a feeling he was used to, but he loved it either way.

"Then why do you always carry around a blue rose with you?" you questioned, your voice nearly inaudible.

A sad smile slowly appeared on his face. "It's a reminder to myself that finding true love is impossible for me. I'm too broken."

You opened your mouth, but you couldn't muster up any words to say. You were too shocked by what he said. It pained you to imagine how hurt this kind man was and what burden he carried with him every day. It was something no one should have to bear; especially not him.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. His muscles tensed under you as his brain tried to process what was happening. Ever slowly, his arms started to wrap around you carefully as if he feared he would hurt you. He cherished the feeling of your warm body pressed so close against his own.

When the two of you finally pulled away from each other, he approached the lilac roses and broke the largest one off of the stem. He handed the meaningful flower to you which you hesitantly took from him.

"Love at first sight," you recited faintly, a look of shock and realization appearing on your face.

His hands moved up to your face where he brushed a loose strand of your [hair color] hair behind your ear. He knew what he wanted to do, but fear stopped him. The last thing he wanted to do was to frighten you or make you uncomfortable. Before he could muster the courage to do it, you beat him to it.

Sensing his hesitance, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. It was a slow and soft kiss, but that just made you enjoy it even more. His hands gradually moved their way up to your face where he cupped your cheeks. When you finally pulled away, a blush tinged each others' faces.

"Ray, I-"

"Saeran," he said quickly with his eyes shut tightly as if he was afraid he would never be able to speak that name. "My real name is Saeran."

He never spoke of his true name to anyone, but he wanted you to know. He trusted you enough to know it and even call him it. If that cursed name had to leave anyone's lips, he wanted it to be yours.

You nodded, a feeling of joy rushing throughout you for being trusted with such a secret. "Saeran," you said, testing out the gorgeous sounding name on your tongue. You moved in closer to him and affectionately buried your face in the crook of his neck. He glanced down at you with a curious look on his features. His heart nearly stopped when you spoke only four words.

"I love you, too."