☆ Mystic Messenger ☆ One Shots ☆

Amusement Parks (Vanderwood X Reader)

Background: Takes place some months after the party. Vanderwood is on the RFA messenger. He and Seven are no longer agents.

Word Count: 2195

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[Y/n has entered the chat]

Vanderwood: Oh, hey y/n

Saeyoung: Y/N!

Y/n: 708!!

Saeyoung: ?! Who's 708?!
Are you friend's with another number? T_T

Y/n: TYPO
...707!!
And Yoosung!!

Yoosung: Y/n!!

Vanderwood: The three of you together...are like a natural disaster

Saeyoung: Incoming ~ Hurricane y/n

Saeyoung: Wind speeds at 707 mph

Saeyoung: With a 100% chance of Yoosung

Y/n: OMG LOL

Saeyoung: You always get my jokes ♡w♡

Vanderwood: I'm rolling my eyes right now

Yoosung: I'm so excited ~!

Y/n: Me too~!

Vanderwood: I don't know how the hell I got roped into this...

Y/n: Uhhh because I asked? That's how ^_^

Yoosung: I knew it was a good idea to have y/n ask him. He can't say no to them lolol

Vanderwood: You conspired against me?!

Y/n: Aww, don't be mad... :(

Vanderwood: Don't pretend to be hurt, I know what you're doing

Y/n: :(

Y/n: :'(

Y/n: T_T

Saeyoung: Aww, look how sad they are!

Y/n: So sad... T-T

Vanderwood: You're just as bad as Seven...alright, whatever

Yoosung: See? He always caves to y/n

Saeyoung: I know, right? They're so close these days ♡w♡

Y/n: Haha ^^

Y/n: Oh, btw I'm bringing a camera, so be prepared for pictures!

Vanderwood: I'm not gonna survive the night...

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"You'll have fun, too, Van," you insisted to Vanderwood. The two of you sat in the back seat of Seven's car on your way to the park.

"I don't ride rollar coasters," Vanderwood responded with reluctance.

"Then just enjoy the atmosphere with me!" You insisted happily. "I don't care about the rides much either, as long as I'm with people I like being around."

Thankfully, Yoosung and Saeyoung were having their own conversation up front. So they didn't hear the hesitation in Vanderwood's voice. "You...like being around me?" He asked in shock. He then proceeded with a laugh, "all I do is nag at you for doing stupid, impulsive things."

"Yeah, but," you agreed, pausing to think of how to reply. "But you only do that because you care about me, right?" You asked him.

You laughed when Vanderwood's face twisted with fluster. "Wha-of course I care about you," he scoffed, trying to not let his feelings show, "you might be a pain in my ass, but that doesn't mean I'll let you put yourself in dangerous situations."