#live laugh love saeyoung

[brighteststar707]

Parallels

You carry parts of past lives with you. You can't help it, you're made up of all the people you've loved before.

A reset theory idea I revived from a years-old draft about picking up traits from people you spend a lot of time around (as I'm quite prone to doing🤭).

There has always been this strange familiarity to you. Even back in the early days, it always felt like you were someone Saeyoung had known for years.

He likes to tease you about being easy to read, but it's more than that. The things he recognises in you are things he has grown to love so much in his closest friends.

He loves to tell silly jokes just to hear you laugh. When he promised you a life that would be happy and without worry, he meant it. Your laugh is infectious, addicting even. A laugh from you is an affirmation to someone as insecure as him.

It took him a while to catch on to the way your giggles resemble Yoosung's sometimes. It's not every time, but more than enough times to be a noticeable quirk of yours. The slight hiss of air escaping through your teeth, the precursor to a proper, real laugh.

That was the first parallel he drew. But it was not the last.

He thought he was imagining things at first, making connections where there weren't any to be made. But then you teasingly called him honey for the first time, truly affectionate and sugary-sweet and it was impossible to not think about how he had seen Zen do the same thing before to make fans of his blush. Of course, this trick worked just as well on him when you did it. When you were in these moods, you were magnetic, more so than even Zen could be.

There is something about how, during discussions, you pause to gather your thoughts right before you're about to conclude a point. You have told him you do it to try and collect your thoughts into a coherent sentence so you don't jumble everything up. He thinks it's smart (and cute). It's something he is trying to implement in his life now.

He also knows it's something Jumin practices and advises others to do too. On occasion, during RFA gatherings, Saeyoung watches you and Jumin have a conversation and fall into similar patterns of speech. It's mesmerising, like watching two mirror images.

It is only after a few years, after getting closer to Jaehee at all that realises there are similarities between the two of you too.

He sees a small echo of her in the way that you tackle challenges, not just the resilience he has always known you're capable of but the way you can dissect a problem down to its core and handle it piece by piece. In the tone and cadence you use when instructing others, kind but deliberate, with no room for doubt.

But she's also in your excitement, in the way your voice builds up and rises in pitch when you're talking about something you love. If it wasn't something he recognised from your first weeks together, he'd attribute it to your many musical movie nights.

It wouldn't be fair to say that these traits are identical to theirs. They're things that are so inherent to you, he couldn't imagine you without your funny hiss-laugh or the cadence of your voice when you're measuring out your words. He finds comfort all the same in the little overlap between you and his friends. It may puzzle him sometimes, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The cherry on the cake was one day when you were chatting and you scrunched your nose before telling a joke, in the same way he knows he does sometimes. His heart swelled three sizes that day and he wouldn't stop teasing you about it.

[wolfprincesszola]

"Do you want a kiss?" | 707 x Reader

I couldn't think of anything else for the summary because I wanted it to be vague. Have a first kiss scene that's so cute that it makes my teeth rot every time I read it. I smiled so much when I wrote it that people in my house started to ask me if I was texting an s/o (i'm single asf). If you are one of my irl mutuals who know about my obsession with 707, no, you don't see this. Scroll away. (candy fic just in time for halloween <3) ————– Summary: You offer Saeyoung a kiss and he gladly takes the opportunity.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Food (Chocolate), Light Swearing (only one) ————–

"Do you want a kiss?"

707 choked on the water he had been drinking, quickly putting the cup down and going to grab a napkin to wipe his mouth and the remnants of the water that had gotten on his clothes. His voice cracked as he turned to you with confusion, "What?"

"Are you alright?" You asked, staring at him with concern etched on your face.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry about me." 707 brushed it off as he joined you on the couch, "I must've just heard you wrong."

Yeah, that was it. His lovely, innocent girlfriend wouldn't have suggested for them to share your first kiss right then and there.

"Do you want a kiss?" You blinked innocently, enunciating the words so that 707 wouldn't misunderstand you again. "What did you hear?"

Nope. He heard you correctly.

"I heard you correctly, I guess. I'm sorry, that's just such an odd question to ask when I'm drinking water."

"Why?" You raised an eyebrow, "It's something that people normally ask."

707 couldn't help but question the people you had been hanging around and debating trying to take you away from you friends without knowing the full story. Who had been asking you to kiss them and would 707 be able to take them in a fight?

"I don't know. I just never thought that you would be the one to ask me that first. I guess I also thought that it'd be in a more romantic setting than this."

You raised an eyebrow before glancing around the room, "Sitting in the living room together domestically isn't romantic enough for you? I guess I could present it down on one knee too..."

"No, no! There's no need." 707 laughed nervously, stopping you from getting down on one knee, "This is fine. This is romantic enough already."

"Besides, not everything we do has to be romantic." You hummed, smiling at 707, "What are you so nervous about? It's just me asking you if you wanted one. It's okay to say no."

Why weren't you freaking out about this? Why were you treating this like nothing? Had you done this before? Was he ready to make the move? What if he was bad? What if he was horrible and then you wanted to dump him? What if he messed things up because he had agreed to a kiss? Was he overthinking this?

Looking at your nonchalant face, he definitely was.

"It's okay to say no, Saeyoung." You repeated, "You don't have to say yes to make me happy. I don't care either way."

"You don't?" 707 raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't the earliest stage of your relationship together as the two of you had been together for more than half a year already. However, you still had yet to do many things. It took you two almost three months to start holding hands even because of the anxiety 707 held and the inability to make a move you had. You two were fine with the slow pace you were going at though. It was nice and a fresh breath of air from the constant whirling of the rollercoaster life took you two on.

"Of course I don't. Why would I?"

"Well because I just assumed that you never had one before, so this would be as big of a deal for you as it is for me." 707 admitted, "Are you telling me you have?"

You stared at 707 as if he was insane, "Everyone I knew has had one, especially in your elementary school days. Don't tell me you've never had one."

"Of course I haven't! You know me. I mean, you're my first girlfriend."

You raised an eyebrow, "What does that have to do with ever having a kiss?"

707 flushed, knowing that he had greatly assumed that if you had already had your first kiss, it had to have been from your previous boyfriend. 707 did not know a single thing about your ex, but wanted to strangle him for ruining the experience of you ever sharing your first kiss with 707. Great, you had officially turned 707 into a homicidal maniac, ready to kill anyone that got in the way of his relationship. "You're right, it doesn't."

"But you're serious about that? You've never had your first kiss?" You seemed appalled by the statement.

"No!"

"Somehow I doubt that."

"What? You think I'm so likeable that people are just lining up to give me kisses?" 707 accused you.

"Well, yeah! You're the Saeyoung Choi. You're my boyfriend. If I like you, that means that there had to have been several friends of yours that have offered you them." You scoffed, "I mean, I'm not very much of a likeable person and I still had people offer them to me."

"Did you take the offers?"

"Of course I did! It was free kisses. Why wouldn't I?"

"You whore!" 707 scoffed, amusement clearly sparkling his eyes with no malicious intent to the comment.

He was surprised though. For someone who seemed very new and innocent to the relationship idea just like he was, you sure had a lot of experience if you had kissed many people. 707 felt a little jealous at the fact that he wouldn't be your first kiss, although he knew that his thinking was silly. You were his and would always be his for as long as he cherished you. He didn't have to worry about you accepting anyone's offers to kiss anyone while you two were together. There was at least that.

"What? You're telling me you've always refused it when people have offered them to you? I completely doubt that's true." You examined 707 for body signals to show that he was lying.

"They've never offered them to me." 707 admitted, "Unfortunately."

"You never bought any either?"

"Why would I? The booths are just overpriced for something I know I'll experience in time."

"Weirdly poetic for something as small as a kiss." You smirked, "Would you like to try it now?"

His heart started to pound. Was this really happening? Was he really going to kiss you for the first time?

"More than anything." He breathed out as he stared at you. "I just...what if I mess up?"

"Mess up?" You raised an eyebrow, "I doubt you can mess up at this."

"Says who?"

"Says me, who has gotten plenty of kisses in the past!" You giggled.

"Well, I've never had one before, so I don't know what to do."

You stared at your boyfriend before exhaling in amusement, "Alright, fine. I'll help you out. Move your phone, I'm going to sit on your lap."

"O-oh, okay." 707 cleared his throat as he moved his phone, trying not to show his flushed face. You straddled him, your legs in between 707's as you were facing him. 707 wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off. "How do I do this?"

"Just relax and close your eyes." You instructed.

707 did just that, feeling the darkness comforting him. He really hoped that you couldn't hear just how loud his heart was pounding.

"Open your mouth."

707 let confusion wash over his face as he emphasized every word to make sure he knew what you were saying, "Open my mouth?"

"Open your mouth." Your voice remarked as he could hear crinkling of something.

"Why would that be beneficial in any way, Y/N?" 707's voice had raised from confusion all the way to bewilderedness.

"Just do it, babe, before I force your mouth open. That's the correct way." You remarked.

"Alright, alright." 707 sighed before letting his jaw open, feeling you move yourself closer to him and his mouth. There seemed to be no more sounds of crinkling as something--your fingers--brushed against his lips. His heartbeat fastened as he was waiting for your lips to close in on his.

Then, he tasted chocolate.

Sweet, creamy, and velvety chocolate. It had the same distinct taste that Hershey's chocolate kisses had.

Oh...that's what you meant. His eyes fluttered open as he looked at you, smiling.

"How is it?"

707 burst out laughing, pulling you close so that he could bury his face into your chest in embarrassment. "Oh my universe. Y/N, you're so innocently sweet. Just like this kiss."

"What?" You laughed, pushing 707 gently off of you so that you could look at his face, "What are you talking about?"

"I thought you were talking about an actual kiss, not a Hershey's. I've had plenty of chocolate kisses before." 707 brushed a hair out of your face as he waited for the recognition to hit you.

"Huh? Oh-OH!" Your eyes widened as you burst out laughing too. "Is that why you were so flustered and nervous?"

"What else was I supposed to think when you just randomly offered me that?"

"The treat! I didn't think you would think of that!"

"Clearly not." 707 gasped for air as he finally finished the chocolate in his mouth before he could choke on it. He cupped your cheeks, "My innocent, sweet girlfriend."

"Shut up." You huffed, "So you're telling me you've had a Hershey's kiss before?"

"Yes, plenty."

"But not a kiss on the lips?"

"Nope. I've never been offered that."

"Then...do you want a kiss?"

707 stared at you, wondering if you were truly offering it this time. His voice cracked as he tried to ask you to clarify, "What?"

"Do you want a kiss?" You remarked, enunciating things the same way you had asked in the beginning of the situation. "It's okay to say no, babe."

"No, I want it." 707 gave a small smile, "How do I do this?"

"Just close your eyes and this time, close your mouth." You giggled as you cupped 707's face. Your chest was pressed against his and he could practically hear your heart racing at a hundred miles an hour. His heart was pounding almost the same speed as yours.

707 slowly closed his eyes as you leaned in, fully shutting them when he could feel your breath on his face. Your lips brushed together before finally, you gently pressed your lips against each other and then pulled away.

You tasted like Hershey's chocolate kisses and strawberries. Your lips weren't chapped, but instead waxy as only moments before you offered him a kiss, he had watched you apply your signature strawberry chapstick. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted to know what it had tasted like and how it was like to be so close to your lips until the moment he had gotten a taste of you. Maybe that was why your chapstick never seemed to last you long. It would dry out in hopes that the chapstick would once again touch your lips, becoming addicted to that sensation. Now that 707 had gotten a taste of his own, he knew that it would become an addiction of his.

"Was that okay?" You asked as 707's eyes fluttered open, staring at his girlfriend that was facing him with anxiety written all over your face.

All 707 did was pull you closer to him with his arms still wrapped around your waist before having his right hand travel to pull you face closer to his. He crashed his lips onto yours as an answer, desperately wanting another taste of your lips, of you.

You returned the energy as your hands traveled from his face into his hair. 707 could not care less about how you were messing up his hairstyle when you had your fingers in his hair while you were kissing him. Those combined together made the top ten list of his favorite things you did in that moment.

When you two separated--albeit only because you two were humans that needed to breathe--you pressed your foreheads together, whispering a feisty remark, "You never answered my question."

707 couldn't help the smile that spread onto his face, "It was more than okay."

"Good."

You two stayed in quiet silence, enjoying each other's company. Even as you shifted off of 707's lap and onto the spot next to them, you took comfort in nestling closer to one another and holding each other.

The only thing that interrupted the silence was when you held out another chocolate kiss, "Do you want a kiss?"

"I'd love one." 707 replied as he pulled you closer to him for a kiss before grabbing the chocolate and popping it in his mouth. ————– If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and it's just two clicks of a button (trust me, likes don't do anything to help me). Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see what other fandoms I like to write for! :)

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 19-- Healing

SE Saeran reflects on his healing journey on a visit to your favorite museum (788 words).

A year ago, Saeran would never have been able to do anything like this. It would surely have upset him too much to be confined on all sides in this kind of space— a museum would only have reminded him of his guilt, the marble floors too similar to Magenta’s and the old photographs on the walls too similar to V’s. But he’s made strides with his therapist since then, and he’s excited to be joining you for an afternoon alone together at your favorite place. 

“I love big buildings like this,” you admit, “Especially if the lighting is bad.”

“That’s a joke,” Saeran observes, not laughing. Sometimes, the strange things you say are funny to him. Other times, not so much. Either way, he won’t lie to you about how he feels.

“No, I really like places like this,” you assure him, fiddling with your wristband. “Is yours too tight? I haven’t been here in a while. Last time I went, they were doing ticket stubs, not wristbands. I didn't know they were gonna give us these, honestly, otherwise I would’ve—”

“It’s fine,” says Saeran, because it is. True, the pressure on his wrists isn’t something he’s experienced since he wore stacked leather bracelets as Unknown, but he’s easily able to separate this experience from that one. He’d be hard-pressed to convince himself that he’s back at Magenta when you’re here by his side, and it’s difficult to believe that he’s a monster when you’re so gleefully walking in step with him. 

“Okay.” You grab two maps, one for yourself and one for Saeran. It’s these simple gestures in consideration of his autonomy which make it clear to Saeran exactly how safe he is with you. It’s not just that you look out for him, it’s that you do it without thinking. “Where to first? My favorite is the Ancient Egyptian wing— there’s no live mummies there, unfortunately, but they have a couple masks, some statues, and one pretty cool coffin.”

“Maybe another time,” Saeran is okay hearing the word ‘coffin,’ but having never seen one in person, he’s not sure how he’d respond. “Sorry. And aren’t mummies dead? So there wouldn’t be live mummies.”

“For now,” you reply with mock solemnity.

Saeran can’t help but snort at that while he studies the map. “What’s this furniture collection?”

“Oh,” you nod, “Yeah, that’s with the Korean art. Basically, a bunch of antique cabinets and stuff. A lot of them are really interesting because they’re made with persimmon wood, so the grain naturally makes super cool patterns. If you like dark wood, you’ll love it.”

Saeran wrinkles his nose. “I don’t think about wood colors.”

“What?” you grin, “Saeyoung explicitly told me that he was giving you culture. He didn’t say anything about interior design?” You’re joking, of course. If Saeyoung had said anything about interior design, he probably would’ve launched into such lectures as How Much Checkerboard Print is Too Much Checkerboard Print? (Trick Question) and The Artful Placement of Chip Dust, Crumbs, and Decommissioned Traffic Lights.

Saeran smirks. “He made me watch those superhero movies.” 

“Oh,” you seem to consider this. “Did you like them?”

Saeran shrugs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay, good. Correct opinion,” you nod solemnly, in yet another attempt to make Saeran laugh. “I’m just kidding. I don’t care what kinds of movies other people watch. Or what their interior design preferences are— although, last time I came over, your brother had clothes all over the floor, and he told me they were decorative, which I do take issue with.” When you try so hard, you can be a little bit awkward, but Saeran doesn’t mind. He enjoys your company.

“Hm,” Saeran confirms his understanding. “I got rid of those.” 

You snort, but elect not to take the subject any further. “Well, anyway, here’s my plan, and you can take it or leave it,” you pivot, “I say we come through here and look at the furniture and whatever else you want to see, then we loop through the rest of the museum like this.” You trace your finger across the map, showing a path through blocks of color, presumably representing different exhibits. “And then if we come back again, we could do the south wing, since we probably won’t have time to see that part today. Thoughts?"

“Okay,” says Saeran. He trusts you, after all. “Let’s go,” he decides, reaching for your hand. It’s a good day for him, and he’s feeling comfortable with that level of contact.

“Let’s go,” you agree, accepting his hand and leading him into the museum. Saeran can’t believe how easy and natural all of this feels. He really has come a long way since leaving Magenta.

[marshmallowprotection]

Saeyoung with a jealous MC?~

Saeyoung isn't the jealous type himself. He can definitely be envious of the idea that there could be someone out there who can make you happier than him because they don't come with as much emotional turmoil as him. But, you have reassured him about this on multiple occasions already, and you'll say it one hundred more times if he needs to hear it.

You want to be with him and he's not trouble no matter how much he thinks he is! Sure, he can get under your skin sometimes but that doesn't mean you don't love him. You love his attitude, his smile, and his cheesy laugh with all he has to give! He has spent his entire life so far trying to take care of everyone else in every way imaginable, but it's high time that he's the first choice on somebody's lips for a change. He's worthy of the love he fights to give his family every day.

He doesn't mind that you can be jealous. It's a little bit cute to see you huff and puff when he spends a little too long working on a new robot. He does have a tendency to get swept away once he gets an idea and he can forget to allocate more time to everything else. It's one of those things he's working on, but having people live with him in the bunker really helps this problem since he can't work himself into a frenzy for days at a time now. Somebody is bound to check on him and remind him he has to take care of himself! (And not because he has work to do for the agency, he doesn't have to worry about being held at taser-point to do a job anymore.)

If you're worried about him cozying up to somebody else, that's the least thing you have to concern yourself with. He will never give you a reason to be jealous. Unless you are jealous of how much love he's pouring into his car? Yeah, he spent an hour out in the garage doing some work on the engine, but only because he wanted to take you out for a ride.

[natasha-in-space]

A small unedited self-insert drabble for the birthday boys!! They deserve to be silly and have fun <3 Happy birthday to the wonderful Choi twins who have changed so many of our lives for the better. Here's to them finding each other in every story and living out the life they dreamed of as kids.

The spacious kitchen of the cozy cottage was filled with sounds of life. Well, mostly sounds of kitchenware cluttering together, music, and occasional laughter. All three residents were stacked together with a single mission in mind. Mia was set on making the twins' first birthday without any eminent danger in sight a special one. Though, as it turned out, baking a cake together maybe wasn't such a good idea after all. Specifically with Saeyoung there. While Saeran and Mia had a strong heart for baking, the same couldn't be said for the older twin. At any rate, he was definitely enjoying himself. Much to the exasperation of his younger brother.

Saeyoung was having a blast in the kitchen, that was for sure. He was quite literally jumping all over the room, almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. It was a wonder how he hadn’t messed something up yet. He’d been initially instructed to measure out ingredients for the icing, but he already had some cream smeared over his cheek, and his hands caked with sugar after trying to steal some powdered sugar straight from the bag. Seeing him so hyper was as amusing as it was bewildering. It's been a good while since he was this excited over something.

Well, either way, it felt good to see him be all carefree and happy on his birthday.

Meanwhile, with the most concerned expression plastered all over his face, Saeran was watching him go about his antics in tense silence. Eventually, it seemed like he had enough, as he put down the eggs he was about to break into the bowl, and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose: "���Hyung, please slow down."

Mia's mouth was lightly covered with the palm of her hand as she let out a short laugh at the scene. The sight was quite amusing. She tried her best to focus on the baking, but the constant movement of Saeyoung in the corner of her eye was stealing her attention.

And having two distracted bakers on your hands is a short road to a baking disaster.

"I don't think slowing down is an option for him at this point," she chuckled, casting a glance over her shoulder to see how the older twin was handling the ingredients. Or, at least to make sure there were no weird additions to the recipe being added.

Saeyoung responded to them both with a wide smile and a playful wink. To describe it simply, he was hyperactive. Sure, he’d been this way for a long time in his fake-giddy 707 persona, but now that he was free, happy and comfortable with people he loves, he couldn't help but let his lively nature reign free. In a way, it was an open expression of his happiness at it all. Being able to spend a birthday with his family. Doing simple, mundane things like baking a cake. Laughing and joking around with one another like a happy family would.

No wonder he was as happy as can be.

And he truly was doing his best to pay attention to the measurements, but he was quickly getting distracted by the faint music playing from the speakers. A mishmash of all of their shared music tastes put together. Though, hearing a familiar Hatsune Miku tune, it was in that song that he found yet another way to cause some chaos.

"Oh, Mia, our favorite!" he exclaimed playfully, grabbing his whisk as a makeshift microphone and quickly falling into step of a familiar dance routine. And it would be funny if he wasn't genuinely very good at it. Not to mention singing along in perfect Japanese.

"Yup, the world is truly yours, Saeyoung. I won't even try to out-perform the number one princess in the world," Mia tried her hardest to control her laughter, but it was too much and she eventually burst out into a fit of giggles at the sight. Though, while still watching the performance, she did attempt to continue with the baking as well.

Key word: attempt to.

"Wait, Saeyoung, the flour-!" Saeran suddenly exclaimed, reaching out with his hand to catch something that was already way out of his reach.

But it was too late. And what Saeran was dreading the whole time had finally happened.

The redheaded twin stopped in his tracks, realizing a moment too late what he had done. He had accidentally dropped the bag of flour onto the kitchen floor, spreading white powder all around them. Well, more than there was already, anyways. He looked down at himself, then back at Mia and Saeran staring at him nearby, and gave out a sheepish chuckle, like a guilty kid would.

"Oops…?" he offered weakly, clearly not really sorry at all.

While Saeran pouted at the mess, Mia laughed softly, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"You really can't stay still for a second, can you? Look at the mess you made," she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and shook her head once more. Though her scoldings didn't sound nearly as genuine as one would expect. And she was mostly doing it to keep Saeran from an eminent headache. As, both twins knew that if there was only Saeyoung and his sister-in-law in charge, the chaos would be ten times worse.

Good thing Saeran was there to keep them both settled.

Saeyoung shrugged, smiling widely. So much for acting guilty.

"Nope," He answered in a painfully straightforward manner, gazing back at the flour now coating the floor and then returning back to Mia. He paused for a second, and then, with the swiftness of a cat, had somehow got a handful of flour, and thrown it in her direction, landing his makeshift weapon in a white puff onto her apron.

"You little- Eek!" Mia tried to retort, before a second puff of flour flew straight into her shoulder. Looks like this baking session was quickly turning into a food fight. Or, more like a flour fight.

"I’m bored, sis. Why do we have to follow the recipe so closely, anyway? It'll be more fun with some chemistry and science involved, y'know," Saeyoung whined playfully, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest like he'd done no wrong ever.

While that back-and-forth was going on, Saeran looked so exhausted with his brother's antics that it almost made him seem fifty years older. He shook his head and sighed heavily as he reached for the bag of flour, putting it safely out of Saeyoung's reach.

"-Because the cake needs to be edible. And I won't risk Mia getting a stomachache because of your experiments. Just stand there, and don’t move…" he instructed like a parent scolding their unruly child would. Which was pretty comical, since he was actually the youngest one in the room. And yet, he was the most mature one, "-And stop throwing flour at her, Hyung. You're distracting her."

"Oh yeah? Make me!"

Before either Saeran or Mia could speak up, Saeyoung threw a third handful of flour in her direction, which covered her instantly, making her clothes seem more white than black at this point.

"Saeyoung!" she made a half-serious protest and shook off the loose powder, "I swear to God, you're like a five-year-old now."

She tried brushing the flour off of her clothes and hair, but it proved very difficult, since it seemed to stubbornly cling to everything.

Well, that's another issue to add to the list.

Despite the chaos, it was nonetheless sweet in a way. When compared to how the twins' birthday usually would go by, the light and playful atmosphere filling the kitchen was like a different world altogether. But now, they were all free to live without fear, settled together at last. And it was all thanks to them finding each other in their lives, despite all the odds. They had become a family now. Despite Mia not having any familial ties to either of them.

Though, the kitchen was definitely a horrible, white-covered mess. It's a good thing Saeyoung had a cleaner robot to take care of such 'accidents'.

The older twin laughed as Mia fruitlessly attempted to remove the flour from her body. He was having fun watching her struggle, knowing full well she'll probably get him back for this later. Their dynamic was a light, playful one. Always poking fun at one another and causing trouble on purpose. Of course, all of it with no ill intentions in mind. In a way, both of them knew Saeran wasn't one for messy pranks, so they settled that need between each other.

And despite his soft grumblings, Saeran couldn’t help but smile softly at the lighthearted scene between his lover and his brother as well, leaning over to help Mia with the flour on her face. By some miracle, he’d managed to keep himself completely clean of the mess, which was an achievement in and of itself for sure.

"Hyung, you’re an idiot," he spoke quietly, barely audible to his brother, as his thumbs swiped under Mia's eyes, wiping away the excess flour. With a soft chuckle at her disheveled appearance, he leaned over and placed a kiss to the tip of her nose, feeling his heart warm at the giggle that left her lips in response.

Maybe there was something cute about her covered in flour like that. Not that he would thank Saeyoung for that, of course.

"-Hey, I heard that!" Saeyoung retorted in a loud voice. He stuck his tongue out at his twin and then crossed his arms with a pouty huff.

Looking over at the mess he’d left out on the floor for a moment, and then the one happening on Natasha, he snickered, before finally finally replying: "In my defense, it was funny."

After his response, Mia merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as well. Though there was no hiding her smile as Saeran fretted over her like a dove preening its partner.

"Funny, but very immature," in a mock scolding tone, she retorted and raised an eyebrow, "You are lucky you're my brother-in-law now, you big baby, or I would have kicked you out of the kitchen for this."

Saeyoung merely laughed, coming over to both of them and suddenly throwing his arms around them, pulling them into a big, group hug. And, of course, smearing them all in flour in the process.

"...This is nice. You two. Just having fun together and being stupid. It's all I ever wanted for you, you know," he murmured, his voice taking on a more softer, serious tone as he looked down at them, a wistful, content look to his amber eyes.

A moment of silence settled between the trio as his words hung in the air, before Saeran let out a sigh. And then, he returned the hug his brother had provided, giving him a somewhat firm look: "You're having fun, too. It's your birthday as much as mine."

"-Yeah," Mia continued, finishing up the messy group hug by wrapping her own arms around the two brothers as well, "Don't forget about yourself, Saeyoung. You deserve to have fun and enjoy your day just as Saeran does."

"...Touché. We still gotta finish this cake, though."

[rfaromance]

I'm new here so idk if you've done this before but what about hurt/comfort with Saeyoung and MC while they're in the apartment, Saeyoung ofc is being Like That. MC tries pushing at first but she's been burned/ghosted by ""friends"" more than once and has low self-esteem and eventually goes "you can just be honest with me you know. if you really don't like me I can take a hint. wouldn't be the first time. i know im not the kind of person other people like." maybe even says she wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the RFA is just being polite so they can hold parties again... and she locks herself in another room, maybe doesn't even check the messenger for the rest of the day.

And Saeyoung, as much as he's trying to be a dick so she won't miss him, just can't fucking do it. he's not going to let MC think she's the problem when he's the asshole (and whoever else has hurt her, but revenge plotting can be done later). she probably won't let him in right away but eventually they talk and maybe cuddle or smthn

"You can just be honest with me, you know."

Luciel didn't look up from his screen when MC spoke, even though the strands of letters and numbers flickering across his computer had turned into a jumbled, soupy mess hours ago. He was accustomed to working through exhaustion, fatigue, malnutrition, and dehydration, so he knew that if he kept pushing, eventually he'd break this obstacle and be working smoothly once again.

He didn't need to stop. Certainly, he didn't need to stop to listen to MC's chattering.

They'd been trying to start conversations with him multiple times since his arrival at the apartment, but he would just tighten his headphones or lean closer to his screen, to make a point. 'I'm busy,' he would convey wordlessly. 'I don't want to talk to you.'

That was a lie, of course; Luciel wanted nothing more than to be close to MC, to hear their woes, and if he could dare dream to be so selfish, to sob into their embrace. But he couldn't risk getting close to someone ever again.

Now that he knew he was a curse that damned everyone he loved to misery.

After seeing what had become of Saeran, who was his entire reason for breathing, he couldn't dare risk accepting MC's snacks, or blankets, or bandages. They'd live a far better, safer, and happier life once he finished restoring the security system and could vanish from their world forever.

"If you don't really like me... I can take a hint."

But nothing... nothing could have prepared him to hear those words leave his beloved MC's mouth.

A harsh bark of laughter came next. Luciel didn't dare look behind him, lest MC know he was listening, but the bitterness in their tone made his stomach twist. "It wouldn't be the first time," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. "I've learned by now... that I'm not the type of person that other people like. I'm not the type of person that anyone wants to keep around."

How was he supposed to focus on the flashing symbols on his screen, when warning signals were flashing inside his brain? Luciel could feel his body stiffen as he tried to think of a response. Was it appropriate for him to say anything? Would his words only put MC in more danger? Maybe he could just wait for them to calm down, and then surely someone from the RFA could call to distract them and put a smile on their face.

Someone from their world, a world of light and justice and charity and hope, could put a smile on their face once more and restore their confidence.

Luciel massaged his fingers for a moment, then cracked his knuckles and returned to typing. That should help MC understand that he "wasn't listening," right?

"It's okay," MC murmured. "If you don't want me around, I mean. Actually... I bet everyone else in the RFA feels the same way." Another pitiful laugh escaped their throat. "Maybe... maybe you even said in the chatroom that my location is secret because you wanted me to believe that's why nobody would visit me. I'm just some dumb, lost fool who doesn't know any of you, and I'm not at all fit to fill Rika's role. Maybe... someone begged you for an excuse... Would it be Jumin? Jaehee? A whole separate group chat?"

Every word that left MC's troubled lips cut another slice on Luciel's heart. Were they even talking to him anymore, or were they just voicing the concerns that'd been clogging their thoughts and feelings for days now?

"At least I can be useful. Even if nobody likes me... The RFA is full of good people. If I'm good for nothing else, at least I can help them have a party again. That's enough of a reason to pretend to tolerate me, isn't it?"

Whether he was meant to hear them, he knew he couldn't bear to let MC continue to believe this. Luciel could plow through work against his own pain, but the thought of hurting MC... Even he couldn't handle that adrenaline working against him.

Luciel finally turned his head (against his better judgment), but by the time he could open his mouth to speak, MC was already gone.

The bathroom door slammed behind them.

~~~~~

"Time for dinner, meow! Time for dinner, meow!"

MC nearly tripped over themselves as they got to their feet, their joints and muscles screeching in protest. Carefully they stepped over the side wall of the tub, suppressing a groan as their knees shrieked. They didn't intend to pass out sobbing in the bathtub, but crying is exhausting! One minute they were sniffling into their sleeves, and the next...

Wait, did that robot kitty say "dinner"?

MC nearly tripped again in their shock as they hurried over to the bathroom door. But as soon as they touched the handle, they hesitated. Would Seven--no, Luciel--even want to see them? Shame and guilt washed over them as they remembered what they had said this morning. Confessing that they knew everyone hated them and it wouldn't be the first time? Would he kick them out of the apartment? Would they be fired from the RFA? MC couldn't begin to imagine the conversations that had happened while they were dozing off. They could vaguely recall their phone buzzing from time to time, but half-conscious and wholly-despondent, they'd ignored every message.

"Dinner meow! Don't let it get cold meow!"

Well, if nothing else would motivate MC to face their anxiety, the rumbling in their stomach was rather persuasive. Inhaling deeply, MC turned the handle and opened the door to walk out into the main body of the apartment.

"I hope you like soup."

MC nearly jumped out of their skin at the sound of Luciel's voice. He was sitting in his usual spot on the floor, but he was pointing a finger towards the kitchen area. "The broth will be good for you, since you... It's good if you lose fluids," he finished awkwardly. Was he trying to avoid saying "cry"? Wait, did he hear them crying in the tub? "Meowy can help you spruce it up. It's a basic miso soup with some vegetables you had around the pantry."

As if on cue, Meowy pressed its head against your legs. Curiously MC followed, and the corners of their mouth twitched into a smile when they saw the tray of sauces, spices, herbs, and other garnishments by the eager robotic kitty's paws.

"I already had some. Eat as much as you want."

MC wanted to thank him, but they weren't sure if he would want to be bothered now. He'd already gone back to typing with both hands, and his headphones were firmly nestled over his ears with his hood on top of them too. "I..."

"You're important to us. All of us." He spoke up before MC could think of what to say. "Just because you don't like yourself, doesn't mean we can't like you. Got it? Don't try to change my mind."

MC had never tasted such a delicious, heartfelt bowl of soup in their life.

[elvendara]

AU-gust day 18

18 Aug 23 Time Travel

It was lonely. Living away from humanity, from the hub of life. But what other choice did he have? He was a man out of time and barred from interacting for fear that he might taint the timeline. The only problem was…that guy that kept showing up!

“You’re never going to grow anything like that.” Saeran sighed and shook his head, standing he turned to look at the blond.

“You’re back. I told you…”

“Yeah yeah yeah, but I couldn’t let you die out here.” The blond laughed and knelt by the garden. Well, what could laughably called a garden. Saeran had tried to hoe in parallel rows, but they ended up pretty halfhazardly. “You really should put the herbs in smaller planters so you can move them away from the harshest rays of the sun.” Setting his huge backpack down next to him, he actually pulled out four clay pots.

“I…I don’t neet you help.” Saeran growled, knowing it fell on deaf ears. All his technology and he was banned from using any of it, just in case anyone saw him or found it once he was dead. Most of it was buried deep in the ground. Sure, some day someone might find it, but by then it would only be a strange mystery, hopefully humanity would be long past his technology.

“And remember, don’t drench them with water. You should water out here early morning or evening, so the sun doesn’t evaporate most of the water.”

Yoosung, his name was Yoosung. He’d introduced himself the first time they’d met, even though Saeran had made it perfectly clear he wasn’t interested in a friendly chat. After that, he hadn’t been able to get rid of him, even out here in the middle of nowhere. Every few weeks he showed up again.

They could sure use someone this persistent on his ship. His eyes wandered to the skies once more, wondering about his brother. Saeyoung would never give up on finding him, no matter what. But there was no guarantee. The accident that sent him hurling into the past wasn’t something that could be easily recreated, but it wasn’t impossible, and after all, his brother was a genius. Either way, it was the only hope he had, technology in this age wasn’t nearly as advanced as he needed it to be to attempt getting back on his own.

“Might as well stay for lunch.” Saeran said and walked back into his small, poorly erected home. More like a shack really. He should try harder to keep the man away, but he was so lonely. He’d already been here almost five years. Yoosung had shown up in the past year.

Ten minutes later Yoosung walked in and straight to the sink to wash his hands.

“All done, now your garden looks like a proper one.” He grinned. The smile was contagious and Saeran couldn’t help but smile back. He set the bowls down with the vegetable stew and sat.

“Hey, not bad, I was ready to spit it out.” Yoosung laughed.

“Ha ha. You’re lucky I gave you anything.” Saeran answered.

“True. You’ve never been this nice to me before.”

“I figured if I wasn’t going to get rid of you anyway, might as well make it a more pleasant exchange.” He shrugged.

“Hah! I knew you’d come around. You know, I could help you fix the place up. I’m not great with a saw and hammer, but I can follow direction pretty well.” He offered.

“You should really…” he stopped, knowing it wouldn’t matter what he said. Yoosung was going to keep coming back. And he admitted to himself, he wanted him to. “OK, fine, but if you’re going to help, you might as well set up outside so I can have easy access to you at all times.”

Yoosung’s eyebrows went up.

It took Saeran a few seconds to realize that what he’d said could insinuate. “You…you know what I mean!” he stuttered.

Yoosung laughed and winked at him, “Too bad.” Saeran blushed, flustered he buried his head in his bowl.

Life here was primitive to what he was used to. Living was more difficult, but, some things would never change, one of those things was companionship. And…love.

[luxielle]

Eunji's been stealing kisses from the spaceboy for 2 whole years now 😙🌟

Happy Saeyoungiversary, @gureishi!

xoxo from the other side of the bunker ~

[thestargirlfromoon]

Saeran x Reader

AE Saeran being jealous

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Summary:Saeran feels a little needy and wants Mc attention after feeling jealous because notice that Mc and Seven seem to be getting along well.

It had been 2 days since Seven had been rescued, everyone was relieved and peaceful since finally things were no longer so chaotic. I was talking on a chat with Jaehee and Yoosung, after several random conversations we said goodbye to each other.

I checked the clock and it was almost 7 pm. Saeran had invited me to spend the day in the house where he and Seven were living, in recent weeks with everything that was happening we didn't have much time to have much leisure together so I obviously accepted. Today we went to the park and we made some shopping.When we returned home i was already feeling a little sleepy, not to mention that was now cold and raining outside.

I got up toward the kitchen to check the soup I was doing since it could warm Saeran well, after all the day was very cold. He had gone to shower, when I arrived in the kitchen I see Seven catching a bag with his chips on the cabinet.

-Hey mc! Seven greeted me as he ate one of his potatoes.

-I only see you eating these chips, why not some soup that has a lot of vegetables?I asked.

-Well buddha chips is vegetable. Seven stated in a fun way.

-But it is industrialized. I said the obvious.

-Maybe I want some,the soup it's smelling well lol. He approached as I prepare the soup, i took some of the broth on the spoon, blown and offered to Seven to encourage him to want to eat something healthy.

-Prove, it is an infallible recipe you will not want to lose it, the recipe was passed to me by the cook of the invisible society of the space.There is a legend that if you eat this soup you can breathe when you are in space. I imitated him when he did one of his typical advertisements.

As soon as I said that, Seven almost swallowed the spoon too.

-Now we need to buy a spaceship to see if the legend is true, space there we go. Seven said while making a funny pose.

I started laughing at his dramatic pose, when I turned off the stove and turned, Saeran was standing in front of the kitchen entrance.

"You guys seem to be having fun." He said drying his hair with the towel as he looked at me and Seven.

-Saeran! I finished the soup, I'll put it on the plate. I said excitedly as I filled the bowl for Saeran with the soup i prepared and delivered it, he accepted silently, i turned and handed another bowl to Seven and he walked to the living room jumping happily.

As soon as I put soup in my bowl and I was prepared to go to the living room for we all eat the dinner together , Saeran gently held my wrist to stop me, I looked at him confused when he took my bowl from my hand and placed it along with his in the sink. Suddenly he came to me and hugged me silently.

"Darling?" I called him a little confused with the sudden hug.

"It seems that you and Saeyoung are getting along very well well." He commented distractedly while hugging me tight.

Could he be jealous? I had noticed that at Magenta Ray and his other personality had some somewhat possessive and jealous behavior but I had concluded that this could be because of the elixir, it seems that I was a little wrong.

"Do not need to be jealous, you are the only one i love my darling ." I reassured as I hugged him back.

He separated a little from the hug to look at me and i could not avoid smiling with the vision, his cheeks was red after see that I had noticed his disguised jealousy, he looked away a little embarrassed, he was acting so so cute.

-MC ... he came back with the hug and buried his face on my neck, I felt him start sucking lightly, i widened my eyes and felt my cheeks get hot.

"I love you so much ..." he whimpered as he fondly sucking my neck again.

-Saeran ... I sighed feeling my body warm up with his sudden affection as he caressed my waist so kindly.

He had not sucked hard or bite afraid of hurting me so he had probably make just a small reddish mark in my neck, he stopped after give littles kisses on the spot and ran his hand calmly on the mark he had made with a kind smile. His attention came to my lips, he held my face while his lips touched mine and he started kissing me passionately, I started stroking his hair and he made a needy sound as he explored my mouth.After a while I was panting for air and we separated to breathe.

When he calmed down a little he became even more embarrassed for acting so needy, this cute action made me laugh although I was embarrassed too, we took our bowls and we went to the living room to have dinner with Seven and enjoy the rainy mood.

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello! May I request Saeyoung developing a crush on reader who wears gothic type clothing and rides a motorcycle (I miss riding ;^; )

Saeyoung x Gothic Girl riding a motorcycle

hey! I hope you can ride soon again your motorcycle and are happy with my writing because I honestly had no idea ;) I used an inspiration on google for MC’s clothes

As if your lips captivated Saeyoung’s eyes, he couldn’t do anything but stare at you. Your painted black lips gave him the urge to touch them and press his lips on yours. To stroke the dark, black hair that seemed so fluffy but also so straight. The red-haired man’s heart skipped a beat when he realized that the feelings he developed over chat were real. He was in love and fell even harder when he saw you.

You smiled. The end of your lips went up and your eyes were shining as you looked just so happy to see him. He gulped. Did you always look so beautiful? The past few days he lived with you, he was constantly mean and hard on you and now that his mind was put at ease for a bit, he realized how much precious time he lost with you.

,,Are you a goth?’’ he asked you as if the two of you didn’t talk at all in those days. You laughed. This time you closed your eyes and when your laughter died down and you stopped laughing, you stroked the pink and black skirt you were wearing. ,,Just because my make-up is dark and I wear goth tights?’’ you asked him. Looking at the mirror next to you, you took a good look at the jewelry you were wearing.

You touched your neck with your index finger and Saeyoung had to confess that he had never seen a finger with such a beautiful nail painting. ,,I like the style, yes. But enough now, let’s go. We need to save someone, don’t we?’’ you said and walked past him. Saeyoung inhaled your sweet scent as you walked past him and was about to open the door to his car when you literally ignored his gesture and instead put on your helmet.

Saeyoung observed you for a few seconds. When you then, however, went on your motorcycle, he spoke up. ,,I thought we were going together?’’ he mumbled. ,,We are. Lead the way, cutie boy. I will follow you till the end of the world, let’s go,’’ you smiled. And once again his heart skipped a beat. Yes, this must have been love, he thought, as a big smile was left on his lips while starting his car.

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09.08.2022 // 22:32 MEST

[brighteststar707]

Hmm, well since you'll probably get plenty of other Saeyoung prompts sent in, I'll switch things up and request someone different. How about how Zen loves quietly? 👀

Thank you for the request, anon! It made me laugh when it first came in because, at the time you sent this ask in, there were no Saeyoung requests and two other Zen requests. The Zen love was strong this Valentine's season (and I can't blame you all, I mean look at him).

With that, I wish you a happy early Valentines day!

Zen loves quietly

It’s not by choice. He wishes he could tell the world just how much he loves you. Over and over again, until it became a universally known fact.  

Unfortunately, after a few conversations with his team (some of your first as his manager), you all – somewhat reluctantly - decided that it’d be beneficial for his image and career for you to keep your relationship as private as possible.

On the walk home, he made it a point to hold your hand. He had protested the hardest against the idea of having to keep your relationship quiet. After everything the two of you had been through together, he thought you deserved to be praised by everyone who supported him.

You reminded him that there were still loopholes. Nobody was stopping you from sharing in your daily life together and enjoying your usual date spots, you just needed a bit more of a disguise as his fame began to skyrocket.

You eventually managed to cheer him up, and he was a little bit embarrassed of how upset he had been over his new restrictions. Sure, he wanted to show you off to the world, but there are special joys to be had in sharing things just between the two of you. It brought another level of intimacy to your relationship, a side to your lives that only the two of you got to share in.

To redirect his frustration, he makes it his job to find all ways he can discreetly remind you just how much you mean to him.

He likes a challenge.

Although he can’t show you off in public, that doesn’t mean he can’t do so in front of the RFA. He loves to share pictures of the two of you (they’re almost as plentiful as his selfies once were) and is always full of praise for the work you do.

Pretty early on, he goes over to Yoosung’s house with a bagful of groceries and asks him to teach him how to cook your favourite food. He wants to be able to take care of you, and even spoil you after long days. It takes some bickering and making a mess of the kitchen but in the end, he’s pleased with the result. He has notes written down for how to do it by himself when he needs to, and he can’t wait to see the look on your face the first time he can cook for you.

He often wakes up earlier than you, and on days when he has to leave for work before you wake up, he prepares you a coffee and leaves you a little note on the kitchen table, reminding you that he loves you and can’t wait to hear from you when you wake up. Writing out those little notes always makes him feel like the main character in a romance story.

Notes on the table aren’t the only ones he leaves you. When the weather turns cold, he likes to write little love notes and stick them in your pockets for you to find later. You keep them in your wallet and in a small box on your dresser to look at when you miss him. Each one is written so vividly you can almost hear his voice as you read them.

He hates having to keep his distance from you at work. It feels like the two of you are always circling around each other and always just missing each other. He finds excuses to bring you into conversations (as his manager, of course, it’s important to always get your input). He keeps his distance, but he smiles at you like a child getting away with a prank. Just your presence by his side is enough to make him light up. 

You make an effort to wake up early together so that you can enjoy his favourite park while it’s still mostly empty. He brings his cap with him everywhere he goes, and he often has to wear it on the walk back home once the sun has fully come up.

One of the first things he does after he lands his first movie role (and therefore receives his first movie-sized paycheck) is buy you a set of matching rings. He insists on putting it on your finger himself, and he does so with gentle movements and seals it with a soft kiss. You know even without him telling you that it’s a promise. You’ve come this far together, and it’s only the beginning. He wants to give you a future the two of you can be proud of.

He lets you put his on his finger too, and blushes bright red as he watches you. He doesn’t take it off until his next public appearance. That’s when you surprise him with a delicate chain, something subtle that matches the jewellry he already wears. He slips the ring onto the chain and wears it under his clothes, close to his heart. The world might not see it, but you’re always with him.

All these little things add up, and in the end, it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t get to tell the world that he loves you. Each gesture feels like a grand declaration of its own.

[sunshinejihyun]

Never Forget (Mystic Messenger)

Pairing: Saeyoung Choi x Unnamed MC Rating: PG-13 Summary: It’s the twin’s birthday and Saeyoung and his fiancee steal away for a few moments away when it all gets to be a little too much Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s note: Hiya guys! I’m finally back and I’m so excited to be sharing my writing for the Mystic Messenger fandom once again. This fic was is special to me, because it’s for the twins’ birthday, and I just love the thought of them living together so happily, and just because it’s my first finished Mystic Messenger piece that I’ve done in years. I hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I loved writing this little splice of life.

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“Happy birthday,” She mumbled against Saeyoung’s lips, her eyes searching his own.

The rhythmic up and down stroking on her back faltered for a second before stopping fully and Saeyoung’s warm hand settled on her hip, pulling her even closer. 

The summer night breeze was chilly, but the goose bumps covering their skin was in anticipation of what was to come, not the wind. 

“Stop reminding me that I’m old,” he complained, in an over-exaggerated and drama-filled voice. She almost bent to grab one of the pillows from the patio furniture - discolored from the sun kissing it every moment of every day in the summer - yet when she looked at his face, she saw his eyes twinkling with happiness and couldn’t bear to even possibly wipe it off.

“I’ll be turning the same age soon, are you calling me old as well?” She asked, raising her eyebrow in a challenge. 

“Practically grandma age,” Saeyoung continued on, his eyes sparkling with a laugh. Quickly though, his laugh dropped and he stood up straight, examining the top of her head. “Yup, you’re  ancient. I see gray hair growing in.” His tone was teasing and if it were anyone else, she would have been offended, even if it was only a joke. But Saeyoung was… Saeyoung, and she knew he never meant any harm to her. He paused once more before adding, “but don’t worry, I still love you.”

“Shut up,” She replied, pulling him in and ghosting her lips over his once again. “But I love you too, gramps.”

Through the quiet night, all that the moon could hear was Saeyoung’s groan and his fiancee’s giggle.

All their friends were inside; Saeran was opening his present from the rest of the RFA, and while everyone was distracted, she nudged Sayoung on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow her outside onto the balcony.

Now, there they stood: on V’s balcony, right under the moonlight as they held each other close. His glasses were fogging up from their breath intermingling and she had to stop herself from pulling  away and drawing a heart on one of the lenses. It was cute in theory, yet much more annoying to try and clean off - not that Saeyoung really ever cleaned his glasses, they were always littered with fingerprints.

“Thanks for always making my birthday special,” he said sincerely, pulling back to brush her bangs out of her eyes. “You always know how to make a fella feel appreciated.”

She smiled softly, squeezing her arms around his middle just a little tighter. “There’s no reason to thank me. I did nothing, really.”

Saeyoung was quiet for a moment. All that could be heard was a bunch of muffled laughter from within the room everyone else was gathered in. He assumed that either Jumin or Saeran had made a joke, because based on the laughter, it was full of pity - everyone understood that it was meant to be funny, but the delivery fell flat and instead of letting him sit in embarrassment, they laughed. It was most likely Saeran; Zen was laughing which made the probability of it being Jumin 0-1. 

Saeyoung shook his head, sitting down on the couch and grabbing her hand, gently tugging her down onto the couch next to him. She snuggled into his side, his arm going around her shoulders and he bent his head to kiss her forehead softly. “Now, what you’re saying is plain untrue.” He used the arm that was wrapped around her to poke her side, and then laughed along with her at her response to the ticklish feeling. “You gave me a reason to keep going once I had lost all hope. You gave me a family, you continue to give me joy every single day.” He gestured toward all their friends inside as she returned to her spot on his side. “You made a group of friends into a family, you helped find my brother.”

It was her turn to shake her head. “You did all of that too, Sae. Nothing that happened could have been done by only one person. You did as much as I did - no, as much as Jumin, Jaehee, Zen, V, and Yoosung did, as well. Every single one of us did something to help create a family, and we wouldn’t have been able to find your brother without the RFA.”

Seven was about to respond when someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned around to see Jihyun standing there, holding up his pipe with a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know you guys were out here until I stepped out to smoke.” His eyes softened as he walked around the couch and sat down on the chair kiddie corner to where Saeyoung was sitting. “She’s right, you know, Luciel? You helped create what’s happening in there,” V gestured to where Saeran was sitting on the couch next to Yoosung and the younger man was showing him how to use the Nintendo Switch he was gifted for his birthday. Zen was standing behind the two, leaning over so he could see the screen and learn along as well. “Saeran wouldn’t be here without you. The RFA wouldn’t even be here without you. Rika and I might have been the founders, but you made it possible.”

Sayoung tucked his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “Thanks, V,” he said, squeezing his fiancee’s thigh in comfort. “I’m thankful for you.”

“And I as well, for you,” V responded, giving a soft smile to him. 

The woman sitting next to him placed her hand over his own. “What do you say? We go back and join everyone?” Seven nodded and she stood up, pulling him up behind her with the hand that was already holding his. “Jihyun? Will you join us?” 

He waved the couple off, holding up his pipe. “I’ll be in soon,” 

As the couple went inside, Jihyun lit his pipe and stared up at the moon, his new inspiration shining so brightly in the night sky on a day that was so important to everyone important to him. The twins reminded him of his past, but also of a bright future. He would no longer look on the past with regret, but with happiness that everything that happened led up to this moment, with everyone he cared about gathered in his living room, rosy cheeks from the wide smiles everyone adorned. 

Inside, Saeyoung joined the group in gathering around the new gaming console, playfully ruffling his brother’s hair as he teased him over losing in Mario Kart. Saeran shot a glare at his brother but did nothing to remove his hand on his head, and his cheeks were tinted pink, which was a dead giveaway of how happy he actually was.

“I feel like we’re missing someone,” Jaehee remarked as the other woman went to stand beside her. “And we’re missing cake.”

The woman smiled sneakily. “I’ve got it covered, and it should be arriving any minute.”

Sure enough, before Jaehee could even answer, a knock sounded on the front door as V came in from outside, a knowing smile on his face. The boys surrounding the console didn’t even so much as look up, but Jumin curiously poked his head out from the kitchen where he was surveying Jihyun’s wine selection for the best one to serve with a sweet dessert.

As the door swung open, Vanderwood walked in with a grin on his face, a blue and pink birthday cake in one hand, and a horde of party hats - enough for everyone there to have one - in the other. “I’m here now, the party can start.” He announced after V greeted him and offered to take the cake into the kitchen to cut for serving.

Ignoring his hospitality, Vanderwood set the cake on the table before heading over to the twins and plopping a pointed cone hat on each of their heads, and handing the rest to Jaehee to pass around. As everyone was fussing over the party hats, Vanderwood took each twin and sat them down in front of the cake, both of their faces full of toothy grins as Vanderwood lit some candles for the boys to blow out.

Right before the group started to sing, Jihyun appeared in front of the table, his camera in his hand. “Smile!” He announced as the candles started dripping on the cake.

While the twins both grinned straight at the camera, Vanderwood threw an arm over each boy and smiled down at them. Everyone else smiled at the three from afar, delighted to see the pure joy on the brothers’ faces. 

That’s how this birthday for the twins was remembered; all of their family together, smiling. That alone was the best gift either of them could have asked for - although the Switch was something that was frequently used in their household for the next few years. The picture that Jihyun had taken of them was one that each boy kept in the wallet, close at all times, so they would never forget - not that they ever would.

[gureishi]

You’ve been told before that you’re not so easy to love.

February is the hardest: shortest, sharpest, coldest. You’re tired all the time these days, but the breathlessness takes you by surprise: numb fingers, shallow breath, stinging eyes.

You don’t always know when it’s coming, but he does. He’s a good listener and a better watcher and he’s never seen under someone’s skin the way he does yours.

“Hey,” Saeyoung says, fingers finding your jaw and turning your face from the computer screen that’s burning a hole in your heart. “It’s time to run.”

Oh, but you want him to lay you down and leave you alone—you want to shut it all out till it’s over. 

“Can’t,” you say. You brush his hands away but he waits at your side, running a hand through his hair the way he does when he wishes he could make you better. He can fix everything in this house except for you. 

“No,” he says. “You’re wrong.” You want to turn away but his jaw is set and you already know he’s going to win. You’re barefoot and still in pajamas but he tugs you from your chair and steadies you at his side.

And then you run.

You run together: down the hall—through the living room—out onto grass that’s covered in ice crystals. Afternoon air floods your empty lungs.

“Oh,” you gasp. “My god.” The winter wind shocks your system. You sprint across the yard and at long last he lifts you, laughing when he hears your heart start beating properly.

“Sorry,” you pant, wanting to apologize for a lifetime of heaviness. “I shouldn’t—you are—”

“No,” he says. “You are.” He kisses you and you can feel your fingers again.

February is the hardest, but he won’t let you wither away the way you want to.

Loving you isn’t easy, but he holds you like you’re light as air.

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystictober Day 12

Mystictober 2024 | Day 12: Best VNM/Saddest Moment

"Hey, how come you get the final word in?"

"Force of habit," Saeyoung beamed ear to ear as Saeran gave him a soft thwack to the harm. "You can't blame me. I want to make sure I never forget this day. We're recording it for future prosperity. I want to make sure I never forget how happy I was today. I don't want you to forget it, either, Saeran."

"Ugh, you're sappier than I remember," Saeran grumbled. The twins laughed at their lame attempts at pulling each other's leg, and there was nothing you could do but laugh along with it. It felt like you were finally at the end of a long journey, but the road wasn't over yet. You were about to start on a new journey, one filled with happiness, and hopefully less strife, because today was the day you would find your new home.

It took a lot of time and effort to figure out where you wanted to live, but after putting your heads together and working out the details, you found the right place to call home! It was a bit of a fixer upper, but the thought of working together to build your home made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It wouldn't be something someone else made, it would be something that you made together, working hard to figure out what suited you the best.

From the floor paneling to the curtains you used in the showers, you were going to make it yours!

"I don't think we'll forget today as long as we live," you said, propping up your head against Saeran's shoulder. "Saeyoung put down a huge bid on that nice little cottage for us, and he'll get to build the cabin of his dreams in the backyard to fish as much as he wants to. This is the start of our happily ever after, you know? It's the moment written on a piece of paper that makes people feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, my love," he kissed the top of your head. "We'll have a nice home for our family for the rest of our lives."

"I do feel bad we haven't told the others about our plans just yet, they still think I'm on a fishing trip in the country," Saeyoung said.

"As if," you retorted with a huff. "You were the one who said that we should keep them on an information diet for now. They don't know we're back in the country, and they definitely don't know that we've been house shopping for the past month and a half. You thought it would be funny to surprise them with a house warming!"

"I do think the confetti cannons you installed by the front door were a little too much," Saeran added.

"You haven't lived until you've made them jump out of their socks! Yoosung's face is soooo precious when he gets scared, c'mon!"

Playfully, you ignored your future brother-in-law, "Saeran, are you sure we should let him build his cabin in the backyard? What if he adds water blasters to his canoe and tries to go rafting on the newly planted grass?"

"Oh, he knows better than to kill my grass."

"What'll you do if he does?"

He joked, "I'll make sure the grass eats good that night."

Saeyoung groaned. But, it was nice to see the brothers laughing together without any tension between them. Even though it wasn't perfect, it was on track to get better, and that's how you knew that happiness would always return no matter how tough things could become. You made a promise to see a return of happiness, and you found it with Saeran.

[natasha-in-space]

Hii

It's my birthday today and I was wondering if I could get a fic for Saeyoung and/or Saeran spoiling the reader on their birthday? It can be SE, where you're with Saeyoung, or Saeran GE where you're with Saeran; but live with them both

Happy birthday anon! :D I know it's a day late, but I was super tired and didn't want for this to come out clanky as a result of that. I decided to go with GE Saeran with some Saeyoung shenanigans sprinkled in as a bonus... 👀

Whenever it came to you, Saeran has always gone above and beyond, to try and make everything picture perfect to his countless romantic fantasies, spoiling you rotten just as you deserved in his point of view. Needless to say, your birthday was definitely no exception to that golden rule of his. You already knew he was planning on something that is undoubtedly going to blow your mind, regardless of how hard he tried to hide his growing excitement from you, as your special day was slowly creeping up closer and closer with each passing hour of the week.

Though, you wouldn't be at all surprised to find out that your passionate boyfriend was planning on something whole months in advance.

When it came to your brother in law, though? He was the complete opposite of his twin in regards to planning. In fact, Saeyoung was as spontaneous as can be, bringing much needed exhilaration into your overall peaceful and predictable daily life. With the older Choi, you never knew what to expect on each and every morning, be it something good or bad. Numerous cooking disasters and surprise family trips were a routine at this point.

This was going to be your first birthday spent by Saeran's side. You weren't at all surprised to wake up to a bedroom that was practically bathed in various fragrant bouquets, each representing different flowers of all shapes and sizes, as well as the heavenly smell of a warm breakfast in bed. If making sure that you would wake up with a smile on your face was a part of Saeran's list for today, he was definitely successful at that.

So, you didn't want to keep him waiting any longer, groggily sitting up in your shared bed and rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a small yawn falling from your lips. He was always the early bird between the two of you. It wasn't at all strange to see your boyfriend already up and hurriedly running to your side as soon as he saw you, at last, wake up from your peaceful slumber.

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable display, not putting up a fight at his countless kisses, as he was quick to cup your cheeks into his hands and start his sweet attack. "Good morning to you too, love. I see you've been... busy."

"This is nothing." Saeran murmured, placing a final lingering kiss on the top of your head, a tender smile adorning his soft features illuminated by the sunlight peeking through your thin curtains. Here you were, barely awake, your hair's a complete mess and your skin still oily from your good night's sleep, all while he gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature in existence. His earnest and genuine adoration for you never stopped surprising you up to this very day. You were the luckiest human on this whole entire planet to end up with such an amazing man by your side. Seemed you got lost in your own sweet little daydream, as it took you a few moments to register him saying something in a hushed tone of voice, caressing your cheek with a featherlight touch of his fingertips that made you shiver with excitement. "Happy birthday, my love. I wanted to make sure that I'll be the first to tell you this, before anyone else gets the chance to. I hope this day will be filled with plenty of happy smiles and laughs for you. I love you, Y/N... Today is truly a wonderous day to bring such a blessing into the world. I want it to be all about you."

To be fair, you should have prepared yourself for an emotional speech from him in advance. Too bad you were distracted by all the flowers adorning your bedroom, which is why now all the air left your lungs in an instant, leaving behind only a swarm of fluttering butterflies to bring your heart to life. You knew that Saeran was a sentimental man. You knew he'd spoil you rotten and whisper sweet nothings into your ears until you're are red as a tomato on this very day. You knew all that, and yet... It was so easy for him to sweep you off your feet with only a few beautiful words that would make your head spin from just how much you loved him. You couldn't help the urge to cup his own cheek and pull him closer, sealing your lips in a passionate and heated kiss, one that would make your knees buckle and your lungs burn for more air as you pull apart.

Cheeks flushed, all you could really do in response was whisper: "I can't wait to see that."

And you weren't lying. You couldn't wait to see what this day has in store for you. With Saeran right here, holding your hand, you knew that everything will be just perfect.

~~~~

After finishing your most filling breakfast, packed with all of your favourite treats and a long talk about all the flowers he chose to decorate your room with, you two finally decided to leave your shared bedroom, joined at the hip even inside of your own house. Although you did try to repay the favor several times now out of pure habit, you were always stopped by a gentle kiss to your lips and a teasing remark reminding you that it is your birthday, and that you should allow yourself to be greedy for once.

Still, you made a mental note to yourself to make sure that Saeran gets twice - no - thrice the amount of loving once this day comes its end. Maybe it was a little bit silly of you to create a whole contest out of showering each other with affections, but neither of you really cared about how sappy you might have appeared from the outside perspective. As long as you could make Saeran laugh and swoon at your antics? You were more than willing to play the role of a lovestruck puppy.

What you didn't expect was to be met with a loud 'bang!' and a wall of colourful streamers showering down on you from above. You couldn't help but yelp, instinctively pressing yourself into Saeran's side and shutting your eyes tightly. Though, it wasn't long before you quickly put two and two together once you heard the oh, so familiar joyous laughter of the older Choi descending on you just as abruptly as his dramatic greeting.

"And our birthday star finally arrives!! I hope this grand surprise was to your liking, your Majesty... Today, we're all at your service, from the crack of dawn to the final seconds of sundown."

You could barely see him from behind a huge mess of streamers as he made an elaborate bow, seemingly completely ignoring the huge clutter that has become of your neatly cleaned hallway by now. The same couldn't be said for Saeran, though. You could hear him give an exasperated sigh, slightly tightening his hold on your waste in a protective manner.

He clicked his tongue, before giving a snarky response to his brother's ridiculous display. "I hope you do realize that you're going to be the one cleaning all of this up, Hyung. By yourself, mind you. Without any of your inventions. Right, my love? He did say he is all at your service for today... Might as well put him to something useful for once."

"Wait, wait, wait, that's cheating! I don't take orders from my adorable brother, I take orders from my adorable sibling in law! It's a huge difference!" You couldn't help but laugh as Saeyoung scrambled to make up an excuse to get himself out of trouble, his eyes widening at pure terror at the prospect of being forced to the one thing he hated the most. Too bad for him, you and Saeran were a team from the very beginning, and there was nothing he could do about this one simple fact.

"Hmm... I don't think I get it, Hyung. Our hearts are one. I know exactly what they're thinking, and they know exactly what I'm thinking. So, I'm afraid, I simply relayed to you what their heart truly desired." Your boyfriend stated so nonchalantly with an innocent tilt of his head, it was almost impossible to distinguish whether he was joking or not.

Well, you were quick to catch the drift, simply nodding in agreement as he continued tormenting his twin. This was just too funny not to play along to. "Sorry, Saeyoung... I'm afraid he's right. And, since it's my birthday... I think the best gift for me would be to see you do some cleaning!"

And, as you watched two brothers continuing their playful squabble between themselves, you couldn't help but smile, appreciating this moment of lightheartedness as best you could. You are all now free to live your lives, nothing to be afraid of no more, except for occasional domestic troubles. This was all you could have wished for and more. You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your day by Saeran's and Saeyoung's side, by your precious family's side.

And you couldn't wait to see what your birthday has in store for you.

[rfaromance]

"Is this necessary?"

"Yes."

"What kind of deluded birthday events do they have in America, anyway? What do cat ears represent on a birthday for a human? It makes no sense."

"Saeran! You can't assume you know better about it than Ariella, or me! We've both been there. She lived there and I spent plenty of time there to pick up the culture around a birthday party! Cat ears are almost the most important thing."

"Okay, well, then SHE should be wearing them since it's her birthday, not us."

"No, no. The point is that we're a part of a pack! The best family of lost cats that found each other! This makes more sense when you know the context for it and why it's so crucial you wear ears and meow the birthday song."

"I am only tolerating these ears, Saeyoung."

"Because you want your sister-in-law to smile on her happy day! That's so sweet!"

Saeran made a face of disdain. He hoped this would not happen again in a week when it was their stupid birthday again. He sighed and looked away from his brother, who was deep in the throes of adding some finishing touches to the room. Streamers and half a dozen paw prints littered the bunker. He said there was a puzzle of some sort that had to do with paws that Ariella was busy with.

Which, that was weird to Saeran but he really didn't know much about what Americans did. He didn't want to question it or learn more at this point since it seemed like it was a mess waiting to happen all at once. He knew enough for the time being.

Saeyoung was over the moon, though. He wanted to make this an exciting day for Ariella. That part wasn't bad. It was the whiskers he painted on and the ears that were the problem. He grumbled into his sweater, which was only bearable in the bunker since the weather outside was blistering again. He only wanted to do this to appease the poor woman.

They were... reluctant friends, after all.

If you could even call them friends. Ariella said they were but Saeran was still wary. She was too much... like a person that Saeran knew didn't deserve to be around. Still, her company wasn't all that bad. This just felt like a mess waiting to happen. It just wasn't how he would spend his own birthday. He wouldn't spend his birthday doing anything anyway. It wasn't particularly a day he enjoyed.

But, he supposed Ariella deserved to have a good day. That was the only reason he looked ridiculous.

"Saeyoung Choi, you know I love puzzles as much as the next person alive but if you're going to make Blue's Clues, you need to put the paw print where I can reach it! I made Zen climb a flag pole to get me the last clue!" was the call of Ariella's voice from the garage.

Saeyoung knew how to use his time wisely... even if he was a moron. Saeran thought. Saeyoung laughed at her grumbles, though. He did those things to see how long it would take her to find everything. Those footsteps that came down the hall were familiar for him. She was coming in with the intent to find out what her prize was. She loved his dumb puzzles to death.

Saeyoung was beaming ear to ear when she came inside. It didn't take Ariella long before she noticed the prints across the floor and the solitary one on the back of his shirt. If only because she saw it just as she rounded the corner to interrogate him and realized her party was set up for her to celebrate.

"My last clue, huh? Let me guess, it's the handsome little kitty who asked all his friends to set up a party for me. He worked his biscuit making paws down to the bone to make it happen," she murmured.

"It's your favorite kitty," Saeyoung corrected her as he spun around to face her properly. "Plus, I got the rest of your warrior clan dressed up for you! Just... not Zen. He's a mysterious dog that decided he had no choice but to protect the kittens."

"You dork," she flung her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"Happy birthday, starlight."

Saeran grumbled. "Would you two stop trying to suck faces when everyone is here? I was promised ice cream cake for this. The birthday girl owes me a slice for looking this ridiculous."

"Aw, you look adorable, Saeran. Thank you for your birthday wishes! But, I get the first slice of cake. It's the rule."

Ariella gets the first slice, but Saeran gets the biggest.