"Why?! Is it because I'm not good enough?! Am I just wasting my efforts trying to help you?! I'm not blind, Seven! Or stupid either! I can see that you are in pain so you can quit the acting!" He softened his voice. "I just want to help you..." Seven dug his nails into his palms as he clenched his fists. "You just don't understand Yoosung! I'm too dangerous! I'm a terrible person! I'll only end up hurting you! I don't deserve your help!" Seven didn't care if he yelled at Yoosung. He just needed to let some frustrating emotions out. "And for the last time Yoosung. My. Life. Is. NONE. Of. Your. Business." "But it is my business!" The younger boy yelled back but his voice was breaking as he took short breaths. "Because...because..." "Because what?!" Seven snapped harshly as he finally turned around to make eye contact with the boy. Yoosung gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back but he couldn't. He was also surprised how clear his voice sounded. "It makes it my business because I love you!" Warning: Content may include but is not limited to rejection, yelling, physical and verbal fighting, kidnapping, torture, brainwashing, twin brother appearance and a lot of crying and fluff.

Seven invites Yoosung over to play Lolol. things end up happening, words slip, hearts beat. you know the usual folks.

Zen runs out of electricity one night, and has to go to one of the male RFA member's house. Which one will he choose out of: Jumin Han, Yoosung Kim, or 707 (Saeyoung/Luciel Choi) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, I've been in the MysticMessenger fandom for a while now, and I already know one very special thing, JUMIN HAN AND ZEN IS OTP. 😂 Lolol, anyway, I'd thought why not write a fanfic for these lovely boys~ Well, I hope you enjoy!! (Contains fluff.) Note: This fanfiction will contain a bit of cussing. "MysticMessenger" belongs to Cheritz. I own NOTHING.

Yo Man Seven and Yoosung and the rest of the RFA Head out to the carnival to play around. Lots of fun. Lots oh gay shit you know