Mystic Messenger: 1AM in the Morning
Title: ??
I really can't think of one, so I'm just going with 1AM in the Morning for now. Not that this particular 'imagine' (or story) happened at 1am. It's more like I posted this originally on my tumblr account at about 1 in the morning, and it only occurred to me that I was being redundant, when I rechecked my Notes (where I wrote this thing in the first place) the following day. I realize that I made a terrible title choice, but then again, I don't really care. It's staying up the way it is.
Word Count: 627 words
Pairing: MC/Luciel Choi
A/N: This thing popped into my head while I was reading about Aelin Galathynius. I had to set it aside, open my Notes app, and everything just flowed out(?) And yes, I definitely like me some angst. I haven't played Seven's route by the way.
Summary: Then again, V thought, everything changed when he met her. He just couldn’t figure out if it was for the best, or for the worst for Luciel.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Oh, V. You’re here again.”
V found Luciel in the kitchen. It’s a surprise, really. He thought he’d find him sitting on his favorite armchair, munching on his bag of Honey Buddha Chips. Then again, V thought, everything changed when he met her. He just couldn’t figure out if it was for the best, or the worst for Luciel.
“What are you doing?” V asks, taking in Luciel, his hands holding on a spatula, and the eggs he was just about to crack on the frying pan. There were two.
“I’m making breakfast for me and MC. She might get hungry when she wakes up,” Luciel says, smiling.
V winces. “I’m sorry, Luciel. For not being there.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been coming by more often lately.”
How could I not, V nearly answers. Instead, he says to Luciel, “You have to start going back to work, Luciel. Everyone’s worried. You have to go back. At least start anew.”
“Nah,” Luciel says. “MC and I are happy,” he says, as he places the eggs on the plate.
V watches Luciel as he starts grabbing three cans of PhD Pepper from his fridge. Luciel hands V a can, drinks from his own, and places the other on the table.
“For MC, when she wakes up.”
V watches Luciel, and remembered that time, when Yoosung was inconsolable after seeing those PhD Pepper in the supermarket. He remembered how Yoosung stopped playing LOLOL.
He remembered how Jumin piled up his work, how he stopped logging on the messenger. How Elizabeth the 3rd was left in his care for months.
He remembered how Zen stopped taking musical roles. How he stopped acting, because it’s too hard to pretend, he’d said.
He remembered Jaehee, who flooded herself with more work. How she tried searching for someone to fill the hole Zen left in her heart. She can’t. She hadn’t realize, that there were three.
Then, he remembers Luciel.
“You can’t do this, Luciel!! Stop it!” V nearly shouts.
Luciel puts his index finger on his lips. “Shhh.. You’ll wake her up.”
V takes in a breath. He wanted to grab Luciel’s shoulders. He wanted to shake him, knock some sense into him.
“Open your eyes, Luciel!! She’s gone!! She won’t ever wake up!” V’s voice broke.
“What are you talking about? She’s sleeping up stairs,” Luciel says, smiling.
V looks at his friend and bites back a sob. Was I this lost with Rika? When did I start recovering? But he knows the answer. He remembers the long haired brunette. How she changed his life too. How she breathed life in the RFA after Rika’s death.
Everything was going fine. The RFA was going stronger. They were getting better. They were recovering. And just when things were going great, everything went wrong.
Someone hacked into the system. Luciel saw the countdown. He tried to disable it. He ran to the apartment when he realized there was no disabling the bomb. He ran, but he was too late. He saw the apartment blow up in his face.
They all saw her final message in the chat room.
“I’m sorry, Luciel. I love you.”
V remembers how Luciel stopped eating Honey Buddha Chips. He remembers how Luciel stopped searching for his brother. He remembers how he stopped hacking into computers, or anything, at that matter. V remembers how slowly, Luciel stopped talking to the others. He remembers how Luciel never cried, even during MC’s funeral.
“MC’s waiting for me. I’m taking her food upstairs. Make yourself at home, okay?” Luciel takes the tray he has prepared, and starts going up the stairs.
It’s been one year. V wonders how he’s going to fix this mess. Everyone’s starting to heal. Just not Luciel Choi.
I really can't think of one, so I'm just going with 1AM in the Morning for now. Not that this particular 'imagine' (or story) happened at 1am. It's more like I posted this originally on my tumblr account at about 1 in the morning, and it only occurred to me that I was being redundant, when I rechecked my Notes (where I wrote this thing in the first place) the following day. I realize that I made a terrible title choice, but then again, I don't really care. It's staying up the way it is.
Word Count: 627 words
Pairing: MC/Luciel Choi
A/N: This thing popped into my head while I was reading about Aelin Galathynius. I had to set it aside, open my Notes app, and everything just flowed out(?) And yes, I definitely like me some angst. I haven't played Seven's route by the way.
Summary: Then again, V thought, everything changed when he met her. He just couldn’t figure out if it was for the best, or for the worst for Luciel.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Oh, V. You’re here again.”
V found Luciel in the kitchen. It’s a surprise, really. He thought he’d find him sitting on his favorite armchair, munching on his bag of Honey Buddha Chips. Then again, V thought, everything changed when he met her. He just couldn’t figure out if it was for the best, or the worst for Luciel.
“What are you doing?” V asks, taking in Luciel, his hands holding on a spatula, and the eggs he was just about to crack on the frying pan. There were two.
“I’m making breakfast for me and MC. She might get hungry when she wakes up,” Luciel says, smiling.
V winces. “I’m sorry, Luciel. For not being there.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been coming by more often lately.”
How could I not, V nearly answers. Instead, he says to Luciel, “You have to start going back to work, Luciel. Everyone’s worried. You have to go back. At least start anew.”
“Nah,” Luciel says. “MC and I are happy,” he says, as he places the eggs on the plate.
V watches Luciel as he starts grabbing three cans of PhD Pepper from his fridge. Luciel hands V a can, drinks from his own, and places the other on the table.
“For MC, when she wakes up.”
V watches Luciel, and remembered that time, when Yoosung was inconsolable after seeing those PhD Pepper in the supermarket. He remembered how Yoosung stopped playing LOLOL.
He remembered how Jumin piled up his work, how he stopped logging on the messenger. How Elizabeth the 3rd was left in his care for months.
He remembered how Zen stopped taking musical roles. How he stopped acting, because it’s too hard to pretend, he’d said.
He remembered Jaehee, who flooded herself with more work. How she tried searching for someone to fill the hole Zen left in her heart. She can’t. She hadn’t realize, that there were three.
Then, he remembers Luciel.
“You can’t do this, Luciel!! Stop it!” V nearly shouts.
Luciel puts his index finger on his lips. “Shhh.. You’ll wake her up.”
V takes in a breath. He wanted to grab Luciel’s shoulders. He wanted to shake him, knock some sense into him.
“Open your eyes, Luciel!! She’s gone!! She won’t ever wake up!” V’s voice broke.
“What are you talking about? She’s sleeping up stairs,” Luciel says, smiling.
V looks at his friend and bites back a sob. Was I this lost with Rika? When did I start recovering? But he knows the answer. He remembers the long haired brunette. How she changed his life too. How she breathed life in the RFA after Rika’s death.
Everything was going fine. The RFA was going stronger. They were getting better. They were recovering. And just when things were going great, everything went wrong.
Someone hacked into the system. Luciel saw the countdown. He tried to disable it. He ran to the apartment when he realized there was no disabling the bomb. He ran, but he was too late. He saw the apartment blow up in his face.
They all saw her final message in the chat room.
“I’m sorry, Luciel. I love you.”
V remembers how Luciel stopped eating Honey Buddha Chips. He remembers how Luciel stopped searching for his brother. He remembers how he stopped hacking into computers, or anything, at that matter. V remembers how slowly, Luciel stopped talking to the others. He remembers how Luciel never cried, even during MC’s funeral.
“MC’s waiting for me. I’m taking her food upstairs. Make yourself at home, okay?” Luciel takes the tray he has prepared, and starts going up the stairs.
It’s been one year. V wonders how he’s going to fix this mess. Everyone’s starting to heal. Just not Luciel Choi.