Stop Stealing My Heart! (Mystic Mess x Male Reader)

Fluff

essentially a one-shot. yknow that's a great idea i'm gonna make a one-shot book

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(y/n) walked around the apartment, yawning. He'd just woken up and tidied where he'd slept. "You know what? I miss Felix." The brunet stretched, reaching for his phone. Jesus. These guys never sleep. 4 chatrooms missed. 15 missed messages. 3 missed calls. "What the fudge?" (y/n) scrolled through his phone, reading all of the messages sent to him. *Bzzz* [insert your ringtone](y/n)'s eye widened as a call came in from Jaehee.

"Uhh... 여보세요?" (Hello?)

"Hi (y/n). How was your rest last night?."

"Oh hey Jaehee! I slept well!"

"How is your morning so far? Better than mine I hope."

*small yawn* "I just woke up and found like a bajillion notifications on my phone."

"I am sorry about Yoosung and Luciel. They were playing LOLOL and couldn't bear to use the game chat. The notifications get bearable after a while. Don't worry."

"Anyways, Jaehee, how was your morning? Did you eat yet?"

"Erm... I had to head into work early. Mr. Han is making another cat project. *Sigh* I didn't even eat this morning..."

"Awe, did you even get any sleep last night?"

"Barely an hour's worth..."

"*Gasp* Jumin's working you that hard? Sounds so tough... You're so strong to endure this."

"Thank you. Oh. Sorry, Mr. Han is calling me about something. I'll see you later if I can."

~ Call Ended ~

"Aah, Jaehee. Always sacrificing her own time for Jumin. That jerk." (y/n) got up to brush his teeth. "Y'know Jumin, Jaehee needs her own time too!" (y/n) was rambling to himself. This is normal for him. "Jaehee is a hardworking woman and she deserves her own life! I mean seriously dude, do you ever not see her working her ass off?" The (h/c)-et (made it more reader friendly) ran a hand through his hair. "I need a damn haircut." (y/n) pulled on his outfit for the day. (choose your own outfit! :D) 

~ Ping! ~ A message from Luciel. Or "707, defender of justice!" in your phone because he hacked into it and changed his name in it. 

~ (y/n) has logged into the message room ~

707, defender of justice!: Heyyyyyyy!

707, defender of justice!: babyyyyyyy~

707, defender of justice!: love meeeeeeee :(

(y/n): Hai baby

707, defender of justice!: (Y/n)!! 

707, defender of justice!: i'm coming over for cuddles okei?

(y/n): Sure. Do you wanna go out later after some cuddles?

707, defender of justice!: yess

707, defender of justice!: *muah* love you >w0

~ 707, defender of justice! has left the message room ~

"Ahh, that wonderful man I call my boyfriend." (y/n) got out some ingredients for an omurice and began making his breakfast. Not ten minutes later, (y/n) heard a knock on his door. "Hold on Luciel!" The (h/c)-ette grabbed the rice, shaped it, and put the egg on top. Yay for egg practice?  (y/n) put his plate on the counter and dashed to the door. 

"(y/n)!" (y/n) was greeted with a big hug from his slightly taller boyfriend. The red-haired boy kissed (y/n)'s nose, earning a small bloosh. "Hi." (y/n) tugged on Luciel's sweater, pulling him inside. "Food first then cuddles ok?" The (h/c)-ette put Luciel in a chair and sat in front of him. Luciel tilted his head to the side. "I'm not hungry tho..." Oh really? I know you haven't been eating. "Eat." (y/n) said firmly, looking directly into Luciel's eyes. Luciel sighed as he picked up the fork and took a bite of the omurice. "Well? How is it?" (y/n) chewed his cheek, waiting for an answer. "It's..." Luciel's face was dark for a moment. "AMAZING!!" He looked up with stars in his eyes. "Oh man, I haven't had anything so good in a really long time!" (y/n) beamed, proud of his work. "Thank you! It took me a while to get the egg shape right..." Luciel ruffled the shorter man's hair, taking another bite of the egg and rice. 

Once Luciel was done, (y/n) dragged him to the couch. "Cuddle time?" The (h/c) male asked. "Cuddle time." Luciel answered, pulling the shorter male into his chest. 

and with that they slept for a while the end

sorry, writer's block is killing meeeeeee