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Choicest week  DAY 1 | Partners In Crime

Uh just imagine there’s a table where he puts his laptop ; v; 

not really sure what to do for this prompt.

orz im so late. One down, 6 more to go ; v;  

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I made another one here orz :’D 

Day 2 | Temptations 

I know this will never be right, but it doesnt matter we’re together now and will always be. I promise you I wont let you go ever again..

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Here is my sinful contribution to Choicest Week 2017 :)

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Day 2 Temptations

Submitted by @elvendara

The water was hot, just the way he liked it, but he couldn’t relax, his body still shook, the trembling having nothing to do with the temperature. Saeran sat in the middle of the large tub, his knees under his chin. Maybe a bath was not a good idea. It only brought back memories of the last one he’d had. Saeyoung had been bathing him, like a child. But then, he supposed that he had been acting like one since he came to live with his brother.

He’d run the wash cloth down his back, slowly. Then down his chest, down to his waist. Saeran had lain back, enjoying the feel of his strokes. Before he knew it, he’d had an erection and Saeyoung had stopped washing him. Saeran opened his eyes and saw Saeyoung’s glued to the tip of his cock floating above the water. He licked his lips but then turned away. Saeran sat up quickly, hiding himself and screaming at Saeyoung to get out. There had been too many of those instances over the last year. He wondered sometimes at the look in Saeyoung’s eyes, was the same one in his?

He also wondered at how easily it was for him to think of his brother that way. Had it been up to him alone, they would have ended up in bed together already. But Saeyoung was catholic and things like this were a sin, weren’t they? Although as far as he could tell, his brother committed plenty of sins. Saeyoung had spent more time in a civilized society where those taboos were more fully engraineded. Saeran hadn’t been so lucky.

He lay his cheek on his knee, his hands paddling in the water. He remembered the one kiss they’d had. Saeyoung had run away from him after it. But Saeran still recalled the warm breath they’d shared. He still felt Saeyoung’s fingers digging into his hips, the taste of his tongue, the silkiness of his skin under his shirt.

He sighed at the memory, not even trying to push it away. He should feel bad, but he didn’t. He loved Saeyoung. He was the only person he’d ever loved. The only one who understood him, the only one who cared enough about him. The past year had been difficult, but, Saeyoung had never given up on him. He knew Saeyoung held some of the same feelings, but he tried to push them away. To stay nothing more than a brother and a friend. Saeran respected his decision and had not pressed the issue, especially after the kiss. But he wanted more. He wanted to truly be one with Saeyoung. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks, his body shivering again. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be a sobbing, uncontrollable mess.

He reached for the pills on the edge of the tub, Saeyoung had set them there before leaving. He opened them and fished one out. When he tried to put the bottle back, his had shook and the bottle fell to the floor, scattering the rest of his pills everywhere, the one in his hand fell into the water. He began to panic, trying to grab the pill, he became frantic., thrashing in the water. Saeyoung opened the door and sped to Saeran’s side. He grabbed a pill from the floor and shoved it in his brother’s mouth, then held him until he visibly calmed. Saeran lay his head on Saeyoung’s chest and sobbed quietly.

Saeyoung was soaked from the waist up. He took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He wanted to gather the pills, but Saeran still needed him. He felt a flush wash over his body as he felt Saeran’s lips pressed against his chest. He held him loosely, but Saeran clung to him. Before long Saeran calmed enough to stop crying. He pulled away from Saeyoung and stared up at him with desperation.

Saeyoung tried to bury the feeling rising in his body. The heat that always infused him when Saeran looked at him a certain way. Which was all the time if he was honest. He closed his eyes and swallowed.

“I’m sorry.” Saeran whispered and settled back into the tub. Saeyoung hated seeing him like this, but he couldn’t give Saeran what he wanted. It was wrong. It was sinful. It was….

He reached out and stroked Saeran’s still dry hair, had he just been sitting in the water like this the whole time? He saw how his brother’s body relaxed under his touch. He tangled his fingers in his hair and ran them through the strands. Saeran sighed. Saeyoung couldn’t see his face but he knew there must be a flicker of a smile. His hand slid out of his hair, down his neck and across his shoulders. The nerves in his fingertips prickling with electricity. Saeyoung closed his eyes and groaned.

Suddenly he remembered the taste of Saeran’s mouth, the feel of his hands under his shirt, he’d been shaken by how much he had wanted to continue that contact. He had flown away from his brother as if from a fire. And he hadn’t been that far wrong, giving in would burn them both. He tried to remove his hand from his brother but it was difficult. He opened his eyes and saw that he had turned to face him, his cheek on his knees, his hands floating on the surface of the water. There was so much behind his brother’s eyes.

“Saeran.” Saeyoung whispered. He gave him a small smile and raised his head, leaning towards him, but refraining from touching him. Saeyoung’s other hand lifted to run the back of his fingers across his jawline. Saeran breathed out heavily and closed his eyes, his mouth falling open, the tip of his tongue visible behind his teeth.

Saeyoung leaned over and his lips hovered above Saeran’s. He still hadn’t moved, letting Saeyoung decide what happened next. Their lips touched and Saeran gasped. Saeyoung’s hand moved to the back of Saeran’s neck and he pressed their lips together roughly, biting Saeran’s lower lip and sucking on his tongue when it flicked into his mouth. It was warm, it was wet, it was safe. He pulled away suddenly and Saeran was afraid that he would run again, but he didn’t. He still sat on the edge of the tub.

“Saeran…” he breathed heavily, his forehead against Saeran’s.

Saeran took the chance and placed his palms against Saeyoung’s bare chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. He turned so that he faced his brother completely. He kissed his cheek, moving closer to his mouth. Saeyoung didn’t retreat. Finally, their lips met again, this time Saeyoung pulled Saeran half out of the tub, crushing Saeran’s hands between them.

“This won’t end well.” Saeyoung heaved when they broke apart to take a much-needed breath.

“I don’t care.” Was Saeran’s immediate answer.

“We’ll have to keep it secret, from everyone!”

“That suits me fine. I don’t like other people anyway.” He smiled, running his fingers across Saeyoung’s chest.

Saeyoung huffed, but his head was clearer. It wasn’t ideal, but he’d made a decision, no use worrying about the consequences. Love was love, right? He loved Saeran, always had, he had always been the only person he had allowed himself to love. Even Rika and V had not received his unconditional love. Not like Saeran. And now they were together again. He would take care of him like he said he would. It was them against the world.

He stood and took his pants off, once naked, he stepped into the tub behind Saeran and pulled him back against him. Saeran lay his head on his shoulder and looked up at his brother with a radiant smile.

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Day 7 Fairy Tale Ending

And we come to the end. Since the last fic was kinda sad, this one is fluffier. Thanks for hosting this, it was a great experiment for me, writing for this ship.

Saeyoung ran through the woods. His father had set him to rake the excess hay to be used for the horses. He had gotten bored and sweaty and tired only an hour into the job. He leaned on the rake and stared up at the sky, watching the clouds float by. They looked so free, so happy, if only he could turn into one and fly away with them.

He sighed ant wiped his forehead, tying his kerchief around his head to keep his thick red sweaty locks from dripping into his eyes. As early as it was, the sun was already brutal. He worked for another hour or so, then stood and stretched his back. Cracking his spine and his knuckles. He could see that his father was far on the other side of the field. He gazed at the woods surrounding the field and without another thought, he dropped the rake, turned, and ran.

“Saeyoung! Get back here! Boy! I will tan your hide when I get a hold of you!” Saeyoung laughed at the threats. He knew his father would make good on it, but, he didn’t care. He was free. He would make the most of it.

He ran through the woods, not paying attention where he was, just wanting to get as far away from his father as he could. He finally stopped and leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath. He fell to his knees and heaved. He had pushed himself too much, especially after spending hours in the sun. he should have grabbed his waterskin, but he had not been thinking straight. Maybe he could find the river.

When the rushing in his ears calmed, he heard a soft melodic voice. It was beautiful. He stood on shaky legs and walked towards the singing. As he grew closer, he could hear a soft strumming accompanying the voice. A small clearing materialized and he saw a small round hut with a thatch roof in the center. There was a small vegetable garden and some fruit trees to the side of the front door. There was a lot of underbrush growing around the house, but the garden was perfect, not a single weed grew there.

He cautiously approached the hut, looking for a window he could see in from. There were none. There were some finger width holes at the top of the walls that he could barely reach. So, he lay his ear against the wall and listened. The singing and playing continued for a good long while, and Saeyoung was enchanted with the low baritone. Suddenly it stopped and he could hear some moving around inside. He wondered if the person was alone. He thought about knocking on the door, but he felt like he had done something wrong and creepy for leaning against a stranger’s wall just to listen to their singing.

He heard the neighing of a horse and he pressed himself against the wall. Through it he could hear the front door open and someone walk in. he pressed his ear to the wall again, hating himself for being so nosey, but he had to hear that voice again.

“I heard you singing on the way in again. What have I told you about that? What if someone had heard you?” The harsh voice was too indistinct for Saeyoung to tell if it was a woman or a man. His heart sank, how could anyone scold someone with such a beautiful voice?

“I’m sorry mother, I’ll try to be quieter. It’s just, it calms me down when I get anxious, you have been gone for so long, I was almost out of water and food.”

“Oh, I know my darling, I understand, but, you must be stronger, it is very important that no one finds you. If they do, your father might learn of you and send assassins! I keep you here to keep you safe. You understand, yes?”

“Of course. I understand. And thank you mother, thank you for taking care of me.”

There was shuffling and Saeyoung imagined they embraced. The melancholy tone in the boy’s voice was heartbreaking.

“Here, I have brought you more food and water. I will go out into the garden now and pick some more fruits and vegetables to last you another week.”

“You will be leaving again?” the voice was tense and frightened. Saeyoung scratched at the wall, wanting desperately to put his arms around the boy, to comfort him, to take care of him. He’d never felt like this. It was as if there was an invisible tether that pulled him towards the singer.

“You know I have to. Don’t give me that sad face. I do this for you. How do you think I make money to keep you here? It’s not as if you help with that.” She was so harsh. Saeyoung could only hear a mumble as a response.

The front door opened and Saeyoung knelt, close to the ground. He inched his way around to try and get a glimpse of the woman. She wore a dark heavy cloak with the hood covering her head. Her hands were gnarled and ancient. He could not get a proper look. She filled a large basket then cleared some errant weeds that were just beginning to shoot up. Before long, she was back in the house.

“Here my dear. This should last you. I must be off right away so that I can get to the town before nightfall. I shall be back in a few days. Be a good boy, and keep your singing low. Or I may have to forbid you to do it at all.”

“No! Please! I promise I will.” He pleaded.

“Good.” The door opened and shut, before long, the sound of the horse faded away.

Saeyoung stood and went around to the door. He would be able to hear the horse if it came back. He hesitated only briefly before he knocked softly.

There was only silence from the other side of the door. He knocked again and pressed his ear to the door.

“Hello? I know you’re in there. I heard you singing. It’s very lovely. I just want to say hello.”

He heard a gasp from the other side.

“Wh…who are you? You shouldn’t be here. Go away.” He said, but the tone was not one of dismissal. In fact, there was desperation in it.

“I won’t bother you. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“My voice? It is nothing special.”

“Oh yes it is! It is beautiful and enchanting. What’s your name?”

“I shouldn’t be speaking to you. I will get in trouble.”

“Your mother is gone, I will hear if she comes back. Please. My name is Saeyoung. I live through the woods. I never knew there was a house here.”

“Saeyoung? That is a strong name. I like it.” Saeyoung could hear a smile in his voice.

“It is only polite to introduce yourself too.” He chided.

“Of course! My name is Saeran, I…I have lived here all my life. I have rarely been outside. What is it like? If you describe it to me, I will sing for you.”

“You spend all your time inside? How old are you?”

“21, I think, the days all blend together, but I believe that was the number on my last birthday cake. It was a surprise for me. It was so sweet, I enjoyed it very much.”

“I am 21 as well. Cakes are very sweet. I would like to make you one someday.” There was laughter from the other side. Saeyoung could swear that he was leaning with his ear against the door just like him.

“Will you? Will you tell me about the outside? I remember the bright blue sky, and fluffy clouds. Is it like that now?” he asked wistfully.

“Yes, the sky is very blue and the clouds are very fluffy. I am looking at one right now that looks like a pig we own.”

Saeran laughed, and it was the most incredible sound Saeyoung had ever heard.

“Why don’t you open the door and come see for yourself?”

“Oh, I cannot, it is locked by magic. I am not allowed out unless mother says I may go out.” Saeran sighed, dejected.

Saeyoung tried to turn the knob, and yanked on the door. He tried to kick it in, but it would not budge.

“What about the roof? It is only thatch, I could rip right through it.”

“No, I am encased in here. I have tried several times to try and get out. I have always failed.”

“I’ll get you out! I promise! I’ll find a way!”

Saeyoung could hear Saeran weeping. “Please, don’t cry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Saeyoung leaned his forehead against the door, his palms to either side.

“I am not sad, I am happy. I don’t know if you can do what you say, but for someone to care so much about me, makes me very happy.”

Saeyoung smiled. He had to break this spell, he just had to.

“I will be back ok? I will come back tomorrow! I will come back every day. I promise!”

“Saeyoung?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

………………………………………

Saeyoung was true to his word, he went back every day. Most days he left chores he was supposed to do and accepted the punishment his father decided to dole out. At a certain point, his father stopped trying to discipline him because it had no effect. He wondered where his son went every day, but he could not bring himself to care too much. If he became more of a drain than a help, he would just throw him out to fend for himself.

After months of trying, Saeyoung was still not able to break the spell and rescue Saeran. He had rolled a rock against the back of the house and standing on it, he was able to press his fingers into the slits at the top. Saeran would stand on his bed and would lace his fingers through Saeyoung’s. he was always happy to have him show up. His only friend. Saeyoung would spin tales of the outside world, making it come to life in Saeran’s imagination. And in return, Saeran would sing for him, choosing songs that made clear how he felt about him. He had never expected Saeyoung to actually free him, but he was happy to just have him try.

He strummed his lute and closed his eyes, letting his voice rise, sending it to Saeyoung, covering him with the sweet notes. Saeyoung slid down the wall and stared up, imaging the notes falling down over him. He smiled as he felt them settling down on his skin, soaking into him and becoming part of him forever. He looked down and gasped as there were now music notes darkly staining his skin. He lifted both arms and they were both similarly adorned. He could feel the notes settling on him now. On his neck, his back, shoulders, legs, everywhere but his face. He said nothing, letting Saeran finish on his own. He didn’t understand what had happened, but he knew it was important. He walked towards the front and he set his grip on the door knob. He concentrated with all his might.

“Saeyoung?” Saeran was calling him, but he was no longer where he thought he was.

Saeyoung turned the knob, and it moved. He let out a loud gasp as he finished turning it and pulled it open.

Saeran fell to the bed when he heard the door open, afraid that his mother had found out about his friend. He was terrified, tears springing to his eyes. When the door cleared the entryway, instead of his mother, he saw a boy about his height with red hair and amber eyes.

“Saeyoung?” he cried.

Saeyoung grinned and stepped into the gloomy hut. Saeran ran to him and crushed him in a tight hug. Saeyoung laughed and hugged him back. It was a few minutes before they pulled apart, staring at each other. Mint green eyes locked onto amber ones. One red head and one with bleached hair and pink tips. They realized who they were at the same time and flew apart. Saeran grasped Saeyoung’s hand and pulled him towards the standing mirror by his bed. They stood side by side. They were almost identical, except for their eyes and hair. And Saeran knew that his mother had caused those changes in him to try and hide his identity. He focused on Saeyoung, knowing that that was what he should look like. They turned towards each other.

Saeyoung had tears in his eyes and he caressed Saeran’s cheek. How could this be? Why was life so cruel? After all this time, after falling in love with this boy through the wall, he turned out to be his brother. How did you stop loving someone?

Saeran pressed himself against Saeyoung. He laced his fingers behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Saeyoung tried to resist, but he didn’t want to. He sighed into Saeran’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his waist. Saeran opened his mouth and Saeyoung slipped his tongue between his brother’s lips, tasting the sweetness of ripe berries on his tongue. They pulled apart only because they both needed air.

“I don’t care.” Saeran stated, his sweet voice a magical balm on Saeyoung.

They would have to leave, go far away, hide from prying eyes. But Saeyoung knew how to hunt, and grow crops enough to keep their bellies full. It appeared that Saeran knew how to cook and sew. They could have a good life together.

“Gather your things! I’m taking you away from here. Will you come with me?”

“Of course! It is all I have wanted since that first day.” He smiled. He flew from him and packed some clothes, his lute and some odds and ends. Saeyoung helped him and they walked out the door. Saeran slid his hand into Saeyoung’s taking strength from him in order to take that first step outside.

He felt the rush of air on his face, felt it ruffle his hair. He took a deep breath and followed his brother, his love.

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Day 4: Sugar Rush

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Day 3 Dreams

Too short I know, but, it was perfect the way it ended!!

Saeyoung watched his brother gaze at the clouds as they moved across the sky. He checked his watch, wanting to make sure they could get back to the apartment before their mother was home. Saeran had such a wistful look on his face, his eyes wide and captivating. He loved him so much it hurt. He reached out and grasped his hand. Saeran curled his small, fragile fingers around his stronger ones without breaking eye contact with the sky.

The smile on his face grew wider, his head so far back Saeyoung was afraid he would fall over. He didn’t want to wipe that smile from his brother’s face, but, he had to.

“We should go now Saeran, mother will be home soon.”

Saeran closed his eyes and lowered his head. When he opened them, they were once more clouded over, a sheen of fear coating them. “Ok Saeyoung.” He whispered. His voice cracked from disuse. “Do you think we will ever live in the sun?” he asked.

Saeyoung kept walking without answering, he knew what his brother asked. He smiled cheerfully, “Someday Saeran, someday.”

………………………………….

Saeran reached out to Saeyoung and laced his fingers with his brothers. They lay side by side, the fluffy clouds floating by. Saeyoung stared at his brother’s profile, the soft smile on his face, the glittering eyes. He was transported back to the last time he had watched his brother gaze at the sky with fascination and awe.

“Saeyoung?”

“Mhhm?”

“Thank you.”

Saeyoung narrowed his eyes, “For what?”

“For giving me this, for pulling me out of my own madness, for dragging me into the sun. For loving me.” He squeezed Saeyoung’s hand and turned towards his brother. His eyes were clear and warm.

Saeyoung basked in their light, it was far warmer than the sun’s rays. He reached with his other hand and cupped his chin bringing his lips to brush against Saeran’s. Saeran sighed into Saeyoung’s mouth and parted his lips to let Saeyoung slip his tongue in.

It had taken too long to get to this point. They had traversed a giant chasm of pain and regret. Love had turned to hate for Saeran, but Saeyoung had never known anything but love for his brother. He cared for him, he accepted the abuse he dished out, on some level believing he deserved it. Saeran had collapsed and broken so many times that neither believed he would ever be whole again. They had prevailed and gained a little bit of normalcy. It was far from perfect and Saeran still had his moods, but then, so did Saeyoung, fighting through his own depression from time to time. But they now had each other, once more, they were together, and nobody would pull them apart again.

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Choicest Week! submitted by anonymous

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: 707 | Luciel Choi/Saeran Choi Characters: 707 | Luciel Choi, Saeran Choi, Main Character (Mystic Messenger), Mary Vanderwood 3rd Additional Tags: Choicest Week, Incest, Saeran being Saeran Summary:

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Day 1 Partners in Crime

Submitted by the lovely @elvendara

Probably too short, but, I’m terrible at coming up with things like this, trust me! It took days to come up with this one! Once I started writing it, it felt so mean! But I was already on a roll so….

 REALITY CHECK

Yoosung yawned and stretched, arching his back, his hands fisted over his head. He exhaled happily. It was Saturday and the Saeran had promised a long day of doing nothing. He was ready to snuggle. He turned and wrapped his arms around the sleeping form of his boyfriend and snuggled into his back. Saeran put his hand over his and whispered. “Good morning.”

“Mmmm.” Yoosung hummed. “Mornin’.” He mumbled.

Saeran turned and wrapped his arms around Yoosung, kissing his forehead. Yoosung opened his eyes, a smile on his face. It slid off his face quickly and he backpedaled to the edge of the bed, the sheet clasped to his chest.

“What the hell Saeyoung! What are you doing in my bed? Where’s Saeran?” Yoosung’s amethyst eyes flared. It was too damned early for Saeyoung’s stupid jokes.

Saeyoung narrowed his eyes, a bemused expression on his face. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and put them on.

“You must still be half asleep babe. Saeran’s probably in his own bed, with MC. And, what do you mean what am I doing in your bed? It’s our bed.” He had a half smile on his face. “Now come back here! I wasn’t done cuddling.”

“What?” Yoosung screeched. He scrambled off the bed, the sheet around him. “That isn’t funny Saeyoung! Where’s Saeran?” Yoosung finally really saw the man, the rest of the man. He turned a bright red and looked away. “And why are you naked?!” he croaked.

“Yoosung? Babe, are you ok? Did you have a nightmare or something?” Saeyoung stood up and walked around the bed towards Yoosung, Yoosung put his back to Saeyoung, but the man wrapped his arms around the blonde, he pressed Yoosung’s back against his chest and Yoosung’s ass felt his cock.

“Oh no! Uh uh!” he walked out of the bedroom. “Saeran! Saeran! Where the hell are you? This isn’t funny! Ha Ha! You got me! You can come out now!” he checked the entire apartment, there weren’t that many rooms so he was done fairly quickly. There was no sign of Saeran. He was beyond mad.

Saeyoung, after putting his pajama pants on stepped out of the room.

“Yoosung? What are you doing? This isn’t funny.” He looked worried.

“No, I agree, this isn’t funny Saeyoung!” he walked up to him and stabbed him with his finger.

“Where’s Saeran?”

“I told you, he’s with MC, probably, it’s not even 8 yet.”

“MC? What is he doing with MC?” he asked.

“Well, she’s his wife sooooo…” Saeyoung spread his hands and shrugged.

“I’ve had enough! This joke has gone too far. You’re married to MC and Saeran is my boyfriend, so, bring him back NOW!”

Saeyoung shook his head, “Babe, what are you talking about, are…are you trying to tell me you have feelings for my brother?” Saeyoung had tears spring to his eyes. He turned away from Yoosung and grabbed a picture from the wall. He thrust it at Yoosung.

“Maybe you’ll believe your own eyes.” He scoffed, crossing his arms across his bare chest. Yoosung felt like a spinning top, the world was whirling and he couldn’t manage to stop it. He looked at the picture, it was the wedding party. Saeyoung and MC, the bride and groom were front and center, Yoosung and Saeran to the side. Wait, no, Saeyoung wasn’t wearing his glasses and his eyes were mint green. Yoosung’s heart sank to the floor. Saeran was wearing Saeyoung’s glasses and his eyes were amber, his arm around Yoosung. Saeyoung? Saeran and MC? NO, that couldn’t be right.

He lowered the picture and sank to the floor.

He kept shaking his head. Saeyoung took the picture from Yoosung and put it back. Yoosung looked up at him, he still didn’t believe it. He knew who he loved. It was Saeran, not Saeyoung. “I…I want to see Saeran, please.” He pleaded.

Saeyoung looked away and sighed heavily. “Fine, let’s get dressed.”

They dressed in silence, backs towards each other. Yoosung was beginning to feel bad for hurting Saeyoung, but he knew he was right, this was not his reality. Saeyoung was responsible, he had to be. He tried to feel something for the man besides friendship and it just wasn’t there! Saeran, he loved Saeran and Saeran loved him. He set his jaw and glared at Saeyoung’s back, this was a joke, and it wasn’t funny.

They walked to the bus stop, Yoosung was confused. “Where’s your car?” he asked.

“Car? I don’t have a car.” Saeyoung mumbled, his head down, eyes on the concrete at his feet. His hands were in his hoodie and he pulled up the hood. Yoosung stopped. Saeyoung took a few steps before he noticed that Yoosung was not next to him. He stopped and stared back at Yoosung.

“What do you mean you don’t have a car? You have lots of cars, they’re your babies!” Yoosung stated.

“That’s Saeran Yoosung! Saeran has lots of cars, Saeran owns the bunker, Saeran has money, and Saeran is married to MC! Saeran!” he almost screamed but he kept his cool. He turned back and headed towards the bus stop once more. Yoosung followed him silently.

The rest of the trip was in silence. Yoosung was seething, he was taking this too far. He knew that as soon as Saeran saw him, he would break down and admit the prank. His heart was racing, but what if he didn’t? He thought. NO, he wouldn’t let this lie seep into his brain.

They walked the rest of the way to the bunker and finally arrived at the front door a little after 9. Saeyoung entered the security code and they walked in.

Saeran was in the kitchen, the fridge door open. He turned to them when they walked in. He was in pajama bottoms, his chest bare. Yoosung breathed a sigh of relief. He ran to him and wrapped his arms around him.

“Uh, nice to see you too Yoosung.” He chuckled.

“What…what are you doing here? Why aren’t you home? Why would you let Saeyoung trick me like this?” Saeran pushed Yoosung away from him and stared at him confused.

“He thinks I’m married to MC and you’re his boyfriend.” Saeyoung stated dryly.

Saeran flicked his gaze from Saeyoung to Yoosung, and back again.

“What? Um, why?” Saeran focused his attention on Yoosung again.

“No, don’t do this Saeran, it…it isn’t funny…it’s not! Please!” he felt the tears again, but he brushed them away. He didn’t see the indecision cross Saeran’s eyes. Saeyoung glared at him.

“Uh, Yoosung…” MC came around the corner in a short nightgown. She wrapped his arms around Saeran and kissed his shoulder blades.

“What are you two doing here this early?” she asked. “Not that I mind,” she laughed, “Saeran said he was going to make breakfast.

Yoosung’s eyes widened. “Not you too MC!”

“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Yoosung shook his head and turned away from them. Was it true? Did he have it completely backwards? Was he really in love with Saeyoung? No, that couldn’t be, it, just couldn’t!

His lips thinned out and his hands curled into fists. He took a long step around and glared at all of them. “Not FUNNY! I hate you all! Don’t expect me to ever cook for you again! And as for that thing you like in bed! NEVER….AGAIN!!!” he turned and tried to walk away towards the front door. He knew his reality, he knew who he loved, they were not going to take that from him.

Saeran’s mouth dropped and his eyes flashed towards Saeyoung. MC bit her lower lip, trying hard to stop from giggling. Saeyoung rolled his eyes and nodded to Saeran.

Saeran let go of the breath he had been holding and hurried to stop Yoosung from reaching the door. He grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. Yoosung’s eyes were blazing, tears erased. Saeran took a step back.

“Yoosung…”

“Why?” was his only answer.

Saeran lowered his eyes and shrugged. “Saeyoung said it would be funny, and he couldn’t do it without me. I don’t know. I…I didn’t think about how it would freak you out. I just, just, wanted to do something with my brother.” He said the last in a low whisper.

Yoosung lowered his arms, his heart feeling lighter. He couldn’t blame Saeran for following Saeyoung’s lead. He was good and convincing people to do things they knew not to do. He had plenty of first hand experience. He took Saeran in his arms and Saeran apologized, kissing Yoosung gently.

“And, about, you know, that thing?” Saeran raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll think about it! Don’t think this stupid joke isn’t going to have some concequences.” He threatened. Saeran whined but kept his mouth shut.

“And you two! How could you talk Saeran into this?! How could you be so cruel?” he glowered at Saeyoung specifically. He laughed and shrugged. He stood up and went to hug Yoosung, or at least, he tried to hug him. Yoosung pushed him away repeatedly before giving up and letting him have his way. He hated that he always forgave Saeyoung too easily.

“I’m sorry Yoosungie! I just couldn’t help myself!”

“How did you change the picture?” he asked suddenly.

“Awe, come on Yoosung, why would you even ask that? Look who you’re talking to!” Yoosung shook his head, of course! He was a hacker, editing a picture would be child’s play for him.

MC hugged him too, “I’m sorry Yoosung! Will you forgive me?” she asked, puppy dog eyes on full display. He sighed and nodded. She squealed and hugged him again.

Yoosung turned towards Saeran, “So, breakfast? I’m starving!”

Saeyoung ruffled Yoosung’s hair. He hated to admit it, but he was really grown up, less naïve, stronger in so many ways. He was rather proud of him. And he’d had a blast planning and following through with the prank with Saeran. He hoped he would get to spend more time with him like that in the future. Saeran glanced at him and smiled. Saeyoung’s chest constricted and he felt tears sting his eyes. There was so much to treasure about this day, and it wasn’t over yet.

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Partners in Crime - A choicest playlist

We’ll make our mama cry 

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Set It Off - Partners In Crime" ~Ft Ash Costello~ Lauren Aquilina - Sinners Marianas Trench - Lover Dearest Oomph! - Bis zum Schluss (Lyrics w/ English Translation) Oomph! - Brich aus (Lyrics w/ English Translation) Papa Roach - No Matter What Amarante - Haunted Song Yael Naim - Toxic

[choicestweek]

Choicest Week! submitted by anonymous

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: 707 | Luciel Choi/Saeran Choi Characters: 707 | Luciel Choi, Saeran Choi, Main Character (Mystic Messenger), Mary Vanderwood 3rd Additional Tags: Choicest Week, Incest, Saeran being Saeran, Mentions of Sex Summary:

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Couldn’t decide if I liked the red hair or white for Saeran on this, so I’m posting both. =^^=