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[jokest3r]

What do you think about Mat and Kolya?

I feel like Matvey and Kolya would be close and it would make Kita feel threatened (bc hes so used to having his twin be close to him)

I feel like it'd also be sad considering how Kolya changes over time under Makarov's care, becoming essentially a murder machine :(

When Matvey was younger, he was an emotional one in the family, never hid much of anything and wasn't good under too much pressure. He would've grown up alongside the twins, only having a month or three difference in age(Matvey being the youngest in the trio.)

Matvey never was trained with the twins, quite the opposite really, he was the sheltered child, more of a bystander and was made to live a "peaceful" civilian life away from the cause. He'd be there if his presence was mandatory but most of the time was kept at an arm's length in regards to the family business beyond words spoken to him, certain details lasting on him given his observant nature.

Kolya and Matvey at least on Matvey's end saw the other as an older brother, the person he should be and look up to, something he would also see in Kita but to a much lesser extent since sometimes Kita's antics grated on his nerves. Matvey would try to include Kita in whatever him and Kolya did even if most of the time the twin would refuse, Matvey not understanding how he seemed to threaten the tight-knit bond between Kolya and Kita.

After Matvey's self-proclaimed "failure" in his formative years, a "failure" that most now would call a blessing in disguise he would go to his cousins most of the time just to see if they'd implore him and teach him what they learned that day or ask them how things were going, all the while swinging his feet back and forth.

I do think Matvey and Kolya would stay close in their teens, even when Kolya started to become more and more entangled with Konni/the Ultranationalist Party, he would always be family, no matter what happens.

Matvey would still notice how his cousins have changed. How he doesn't recognize them anymore, something he's starting to find too common in his family. He would stop asking about what they've been doing or what his father was having them do, he was understanding the reality now. He just didn't want to acknowledge it and wonder how much blood they had on their hands.

Right before he runs away he'd seclude himself from them, slowly, a move that's pretty obvious, in hopes to prepare himself emotionally before he takes off. Similar to a cat hiding away before it passes. He doesn't tell either of them how he truly feels or how fucked up things have gotten not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't trust them anymore. And it makes him grieve. He does end up stealing a few of their keepsakes before he leaves, to look at whenever he's feeling particularly lonely.

Matvey doesn't think he can separate his cousins as enemies, or hurt either of them. As he still believes there is a chance at redemption. Despite being on opposite sides, he still cares for them deeply, something he would be called naive for. Any confrontation presently would likely be as angsty and soul-crushing like you'd expect it to be.

SOOO... I decided to draw the three as to what I think they would've looked like as young'uns(they should be 10-11 years old here.) Kita gets an emo haircut along with a sonic hoodie and Kolya gets a much more relaxed fit. They are so adorable honestly. (Context for the photo is that Matvey won his first junior gymnastics competition and the twins came to see him compete(Nikita will get in trouble if he doesn't hug for the photo.)

They are my babies now srry (ง •̀_•́)ง @applbottmjeens

[got7doubleb]

You’re my playground, Mark+Jinyoung, G, 1.2k words

Jinyoung reminisces about his childhood dreams in a playground he used to play in and Mark comes running in, quite literally.

A/N: The prompt was GOT7 - Playground. For lack of creativity in the title you can sue me (plz dont sue me i am actually broke). I hope you like it. i am sorry it took so long to complete and thank you for requesting this <3

crossposted on ao3

Jinyoung swung himself absentmindedly on the playground swing, not paying mind that the swing was probably only meant for children. His eyes wandered around the rest of the playground, watching how the leaves falling from nearby trees fell on top of the colourful installment. There were times when he was younger that he loved climbing and sliding off of it, his mother talking to the neighbours as she waited for him to be done. His mother at the time probably about his age, 30 years old and three healthy children under her belt. Jinyoung on the other hand, was too deep in his work to consider dating, far from even the idea of children, despite still taking a fondness of them.

He pondered upon how nice it would have been if he was here with his daughter rather than alone. He cannot imagine how happy he would feel when his son would pull him mercilessly towards the playground the way he did to his mother. He wondered how he had to pretend a stern face as they have to leave when the fondness he would feel of the small child’s elation of the playground. It was easy for him to imagine the happiness a child could bring to his life but it was a bit difficult to imagine a partner who would stand by his side, laughing along at the antics of their child whether daughter or son.

When he was a lot younger, he had imagined his wife would be demure and well-mannered. The kind his mother would approve of in a heartbeat. Though, adolescence proved that Jinyoung didn’t fall for the kind his mother would approve easily. Love and heartbreak in his past proved Jinyoung’s did not know gender and whether at the end of the day he wanted a wife or a husband to hold the other side of his child’s hand, it truly did not matter. In his dreams of his happy family, his child loved them both and that was really all he wanted.

The approaching sunset was making the whole playground seem somber. Daylight was becoming shorter as winter approached and Jinyoung looked at his watch telling himself five more minutes before he rejoined his overbearing family for dinner.

“Ahjussi, can i play?” Jinyoung almost jumped at the question asked to him in English. He peered to his side to find a young girl, a natural pink blush forming on her smooth skin. Her dark hair in adorable but slightly wonky pigtails. Jinyoung was frozen, mouth hanging both from the shock of his life when a girl came out of nowhere, speaking in English and the said girl was looking at him with adorable puppy eyes.

“Kylie! Don’t disturb him! You can take turns with Leila!” An alarmed voice of a man called from behind them in fluent English. Jinyoung turned to see a handsome young man approach them with smaller girl walking hand in hand next to him. When he reached them, he held her shoulder with his free hand then turned to Jinyoung.

“I’m sorry. She is a little too excited sometimes,” he said in surprisingly fluent Korean. “Please don’t worry about us!”

“Oh no! It’s alright! I should be going anyway. It’s all yours!” Jinyoung fumbled getting to his feet in haste to insist that the rightful children get to play with the swing instead of him, a thirty year old man who can't help his daydreams.

“I’m sorry,” the young man simpered as the two girls excitedly took Jinyoung’s place on the swing.

“Ahjusshi, PUSH!” The older between the two shrieked excitedly, holding Jinyoung’s hand in his arm before Jinyoung could escape.

“Kylie, no! Uncle Mark would push you!” The older man said in a tone of panic.

“But who is going to push Leila?” the elder of the two girls pouted. Jinyoung stood still, entertained by the argument suddenly unfolding in front of him.

Mark looked stumped for a moment before he gathered himself to stand between the two swings. “I can push both of you.” he tried to hide the doubt in his voice but Jinyoung could hear his the raise in his pitch.

“It’s alright, I can play,” Jinyoung turned to the girl who was gripping his hand, smiling. He turned to Kylie, the elder one and braved his flawed English to say “What is your name, little girl?”

“Kylie,” she said, suddenly shy now that Jinyoung’s attention was all on her. Jinyoung could feel her uncle’s gaze on him but tried his best to ignore it.

“You want me to push you on the swing?” Jinyoung’s heart burst with adoration at how she cutely tilted her head before nodding shyly, the excitement bouncing in her as she wiggled in the swing, anticipating Jinyoung to push her. Jinyoung stood behind her swing, looking at Mark’s face with an assuring smile before planting his feet.  

“Push, push, push!” she shrieked, making her little sister imitate her in a mispronounce manner. Jinyoung couldn’t help but giggle at the scene, following her orders, peeping again at the dumbfounded Mark. Jinyoung abided to Kylie who obviously had his heart on a leash from her adorable impatience and gently started a momentum for Kylie to enjoy.

“I hope this is ok?” Jinyoung said to Mark, swapping back to his mother tongue, quietly so the kids won’t hear them. Mark seemed to snap out of his daze from Jinyoung’s words, his arms mechanically pushing Leila in her swing, mimicking Jinyoung’s pace.

“No, No. I should be the one apologizing. They don’t really know boundaries,” Mark said, head bowing slightly in embarrassment. Jinyoung could see from the corner of his eyes that Mark’s ears were turning slightly red. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

Jinyoung knew that actually he was glad to be bothered because he loves children and maybe Mark was very very attractive but instead he opted to just smile, pretending to sing along to the english nursery rhyme Kylie had started singing, allowing himself the luxury of the companion of children.

Mark and Jinyoung idly chatting about how his family had visited him in Korea and decided it would be fun to travel to Jinhae for the weekend. They were heading back to Seoul the next day and Kylie had persuaded him to accompany them to the playground they loved so much for one last time.

Jinyoung traded his own stories; telling Mark about his mundane work in Seoul and how he was home to visit his parents. Jinyoung hadn’t made a new friend in quite sometime and the fact that he was able to make the conversation flow so well was admirable.

The daylight was almost nearly gone and the street lights had started to turn on when Mark finally stopped pushing Leila, Jinyoung following suit despite the painful tugging in his heart when he realized it was over.

“Alright, kids, it’s late now. Your mom’s going to kill me if i don’t bring you guys back,” Mark’s english was fluent and heavily accented that it made Jinyoung’s heart do a little flip.

“Well, thank the handsome man for playing with you,” Mark said lookin at Kylie. Kylie shyly looked at him, her right toe drawing nervous circles on the pavement.

“Thank you, ahjussi,” she mumbled, quickly hiding herself behind Mark’s leg.

“Thank you, Jinyoung,” Mark said, his smile making Jinyoung’s face feel a little heated. Jinyoung waved as they walked away, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face. He was never going to see their faces again and it made him a little sad but for that moment, they had let him revisit his playground. The playground he had thought he had lost from adulthood.

-o0o-

~~part two is coming along soon!