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707defenderofkink · 6 years ago

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Gemini Ch 1 (Saeyoung x MC x Saeran) (18+)

Content warning: extreme sex scenes, non-con/dub-con, foul language, graphic violence, themes of mental illness and suicide

Contains spoilers

Based on 707’s secret endings. Two years after the events of the main story, MC is married to Saeyoung and enjoying a (mostly) average married life while Saeran continues to adjust to living a normal life. Everything changes when a case of mistaken identity leads to uncovering mutual feelings and memories from the past begin to surface.

The beat of heavy bass made the walls and floor quiver beneath its might, the flashing neon lights painting the cramped dance floor in an ocean of color. This was one of the flashiest nightclubs in Gangnam, the evening courtesy of a certain Mr. Han. The whole of R.F.A., or what remained of it, had shown up for a night of drinks and revelry.

The day prior, Zen had announced that he’d managed to secure a role as a lead actor in an upcoming televised drama. In celebration, they’d convinced Jumin to foot the bill, managed to pull Jaehee away from her work and piled everyone into two flashy sports cars before speeding off to the club. It had started out with a round of shots, and then another. One thing led to another, and finally they were on the dance floor, partying it up as if it were going out of style (and really, who knew when they’d be able to all get together like this again?).

Saeyoung’s arms were wrapped tightly around his wife’s narrow waist, his face buried into her bushel of jet hair. His hands kneaded and tugged at her body and the hem of her short skirt, his hips rocking with hers as she swayed in front of him. It had been a year since he’d married the love of his life at the Zero Gravity Research Facility in Cleveland, Ohio, and Seoyun was everything he’d ever wanted in a wife: loyal, fun-loving and his perfect partner-in-crime.

It had been a whole two years since Seoyun had first been led Rika’s apartment. Two years since she’d met and fallen in love with the Defender of Justice over the course of eleven days. Two years since they’d uncovered Mint Eye, located Magenta, rescued Saeran and, in the process, lost a couple of former R.F.A. members. One to madness, the other to the barrel of a gun.

His brother, Saeran, lurked on the sidelines. He hadn’t wanted to come to the club in the first place, and had many excuses: there were too many people, it was far too loud, it stunk like cigarettes and body sweat, and it wasn’t like he could partake on the meds his psychiatrist had him taking anyway. He stood with his hands shoved into his leather jacket dismissively, leaning against the far wall and spending his time either keeping an eye on his brother and his wife or irritably rebuffing advances from women who were interested in his “type”.

Saeyoung turned and looked in his direction, his breath coming quick from the exertion of trying to keep his minx of a wife tethered down. He hated seeing his brother being a wallflower, and he knew that if his twin listened to anyone it was Seoyun. He didn’t know what sort of magic his wife had worked upon his brother to make him open up to her in a way he hadn’t towards him, but he was grateful.

When Saeran had first come home from the hospital, he’d been heavily drugged and withdrawn. Every day had been an uphill battle, with Saeran’s mood ranging from quiet and meek to disruptive and violent within hours of each other. Bless his wife: even if she hadn’t signed up for living together with his brother and having to take care of him during his outbursts, she’d taken on the challenge without a single complaint. Saeyoung could never express how truly grateful he was for her help during those dark days, and now he saw how those challenging times had bonded them together.

Saeran was gentle with Seoyun in a way that he never was with anyone else. If anyone else asked him to do something he didn’t want to, he would’ve told them none-too-politely to “fuck off”. But if his wife was the one asking, he would drag his feet but he’d get it done.

What Saeyoung had failed to see, however, was that the reason his brother treated his wife with such reverence was not simply because he was grateful for her nursing him at his weakest. Furthermore, the reason why Seoyun continued to care for him like an overprotective mother even when Saeran had come so far in his treatment that he was now able to hold a job outside of the bunker.

Thankfully, he was no longer oblivious to the blossoming romance between his brother and his wife. He’d known about it, been in denial about it, for too long, but recent events had made the truth clear as cloudless day to him. If only he’d realized sooner, perhaps Saeran wouldn’t have become so heartbroken that his alter ego thought to take over, and perhaps Seoyun wouldn’t have been hurt. He took the blame for it all; for not predicting that it would’ve happened.

Leaning forward and nuzzling her hair aside, he murmured into his wife’s ear, “How about you go and convince Saeran to loosen up? I’m going to go to the bathroom and get us some more to drink.”

Turning in the direction of the reclusive Choi brother, Seoyun felt her heart flutter when she met his gaze. Ever since that day, Saeyoung had been trying his hardest to mend their relationship. It wasn’t that Seoyun was afraid of Saeran; in fact, it was more likely the opposite. He quickly looked away, as if he hadn’t been staring, but she’d caught him and felt her own cheeks quickly change color. “Of course, honey,” Seoyun answered her husband with a kiss, squeezing both of his hands before he released her and withdrew into the crowd.

“Okay,” she reassured herself mentally, steadying herself with a deep breath before taking one step, then two, in his direction, “I can do this. It’s just Saeran. Everything that happened the other night, that wasn’t him, it was Unknown messing with you.”

“Hey,” Seoyun greeted her husband’s twin, his mint eyes lifting to meet hers shyly. She tried to pretend that he wasn’t making her nervous just by looking at her, and he shifted nervously himself, though he tried to play it off cool. Extending both of her hands in an offer, she encouraged him, “Come with me. I’m not going to let you sulk around all evening.”

“Did my brother put you up to this?” Saeran asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. Saeyoung had been acting dubiously as of late: asking off questions, making strange statements, suggesting bizarre things.

“Of course he did,” she answered without faltering, finding no reason to lie. If anything, he seemed more at ease with her answer (it was easier to accept than that she’d come to him of her own volition) and eased himself off the wall with a grunt. “I’ll join you, but I’m not dancing,” he told her, ignoring her extended hands and staring down at her from his full height.

Grabbing his arm, Seoyun turned and dragged him with her, calling behind her shoulder, “Yes, you are!” If she didn’t try her hardest to behave normally, as if nothing had happened, Saeran would keep avoiding her. He’d never open back up to her, the way they used to be. He’d continue to blame himself for what happened.

Saeran stood beside her with his hands shoved into his pockets, at arm length and as unmoving as a statue. Each time someone bumped into him, he’d turn and glower at them, becoming increasingly agitated. He felt claustrophobic surrounded by this many people, and in such close proximity. His head throbbed, his inner voice giving him a mouthful, and he reached up to rub his temple in a vain attempt to make him shut up.

He wanted to leave; flee outside and have himself a much needed smoke break, but he couldn’t leave Seoyun alone. Even if the other members of R.F.A. were around, he didn’t trust their drunk asses to watch her properly. How could he trust himself, even? Therefore, he found his gaze drifting unknowingly into her direction, and when he saw the pure joy written across her rosy cheeks the tension in his shoulders rolled away.

Seoyun was an ray of sun in this dimly lit club; an angel lost in the middle of hell, guiding him back towards the light.

The hypnotic lurch of her hips taunted him, testing his patience. She turned her back to him, whisking around the dance floor without a tether this time, and the way her ass waved in his direction made him feel like a dog to a bone. Damn, where the hell had Saeyoung wandered off to? Seoyun didn’t look too worried, too busy enjoying herself and unknowingly tormenting her brother-in-law when she dropped it to the floor, working it back up as if she didn’t give a fuck who was watching: the other members of R.F.A, the strangers surrounding them or, even, her own brother-in-law.

Did she know he was watching her, and intently at that, his mouth parched and his cock hardening in his jeans with need?

Seoyun turned and looked over her shoulder at him, her expression breathless. Her eyes were wide, intoxicated, and her mouth was parted in a silent “o”. Did she know exactly what she was doing to him? Perhaps, she thought naughtily, feeling a twinge of guilt for her husband even if it had been his suggestion that the two of them “become closer” in the first place. But did he know what he was doing to her in return? Seoyun was only pretending not to notice him staring at her back wolfishly ever since she’d started dancing. Ever since the other night, a result of Saeyoung’s prodding, she’d been wondering to herself: just what did she feel when his twin looked in her direction? She also wondered: what did he feel when he looked in hers?

“Hey,” Seoyun broke the spell she’d put him under, drawing close and tugging both of his hands out of his pockets, “Can you stop standing there like you’re pissed or something? Dance!”

Lacing her fingers with his so that he couldn’t pull away (or, was it because she wanted an excuse to hold his hand?), Seoyun got a mischievous glint in her eyes and taunted, “If you don’t start dancing right now, I’m going to keep touching you.” She only meant how she knew he didn’t enjoy direct human contact, and had intended to use that against him, but the look he shot in her direction made her immediately second-guess herself.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he questioned her, something shifting behind his nervous expression.

The memory of his forceful touch, his mouth aggressively kissing her own until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think,assaulted her senses. The taste of him lingered, and as Seoyun recalled that morning she trailed her fingers across the side of her neck, in clear view of Saeran, and down over her chest where he’d twisted her nipple achingly and then between her thighs where he’d pet her, a moan fluttering from her lips without even realizing it. Saeran’s eyes widened, his hands tensing in her grip, before his own expression turned dark; drifted elsewhere, to thoughts that were forbidden, to actions that were forbidden.

“What are you doing, Seoyun?” he demanded angrily, even as his hands squeezed hers, pulling her closer, “You’re not mistaking me for Saeyoung again, are you?”

Clearing her throat with suddenly felt parched, Seoyun’s bottom lip trembled as she retorted bravely, her voice barely able to be heard over the loud music, “What about you, Saeran? You’re not Unknown again, are you?”

Her brazen question surprised him, making him lean back and assess her. He still felt guilty for what he’d done as his alter ego. His actions had been inexcusable, even if he hadn’t been himself. He hated himself for being unable to control him around her. How long had it been since his alter ego had reared his ugly head? How come he insisted on popping up and ruining his life at the worst possible times? Saeyoung had finally found someone who made him truly happy, and now he was allowing himself to think of her as more than a sister-in-law. Saeran started to pull his hands away, withdrawing into himself with thoughts of self-hatred.

“Saeyoung should’ve left me there,” he chided himself internally, feeling his chest constrict with panic, “He should’ve let them keep me locked away, far away, where I couldn’t hurt her again. What the fuck was he thinking? I’m not suitable for this sort of life. I’m a monster. I’m---”

Seoyun tightened her hold, refusing to let him go. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, realizing she’d touched on a sensitive subject. Drawing him into a tight hug, she squeezed his waist tightly and buried her face into his chest. The scent of him was so much different than Saeyoung: less like detergent and chip crumbs and more like cigarettes and freshly tilled Earth. Not like she didn’t love the unique smell that both of them possessed.

“Seoyun,” Saeran managed to choke, a hand resting on the small of her back and holding her close despite the seriousness of his voice, “This isn’t right. You’re my brother’s wife. You can’t act like this around me, or Saeyoung will get the wrong idea. I think we both know he’s just trying to sacrifice his own happiness for our sakes. Furthermore, I’ll get the wrong idea.” Her comforting touch was starting to soothe what had been the beginning of another panic attack, and for that he was grateful, even if he didn’t deserve her kindness.

“What idea is that, Saeran?” she asked innocently enough, not moving her head from his chest but tilting her gaze up to meet his. Saeran could see the fear in her eyes, as well as the want, and he sympathized. They were in the same boat together, filled with doubts and curiosity, and it was all his fault for putting them there in the first place.

Well, his and Saeyoung’s, but who knew what his brother was thinking.

“That. . . Seoyun, don’t pretend. You’re not dense, and don’t take me for a fool, either. I know that, if we did. . . If we did something like that, I’d only be another way for you and my brother to “spice up” your relationship, and I can’t handle that,” he stressed, his chest squeezing him painfully. Inside, his other voice was screaming at him, angry at him for pushing her away when he’d finally managed to get her so close. “If only Saeyoung hadn’t gotten to you first,” he thought remorsefully.

“What are you talking about?” growled Unknown, thrashing against his skull, “We found her first, so she’s OURS!”

“Saeran, don’t say that! That’s simply not true. Saeyoung doesn’t think of you that way, and neither do I.” Breathing in to steady her quivering voice, Seoyun fidgeted with the back of Saeran’s leather jacket, considering her next works through a haze of liquor, “Saeran. . . In truth, towards you, I. . . I’ve always. . .,”

Before either of them could get the words they both desperately needed to out in the open, a third party interrupted them, Saeyoung’s voice cutting through their intimate moment like a knife,

“What are you two doing?”

Both of them turned to look at him, standing there with a misplaced grin on his face. He was carrying two drinks, and as he looked between the predicament that his own wife and brother had gotten themselves into, he didn’t look nearly jealous enough. . . and that pissed Saeran off.

Both parties released each other as if burned, and Saeran grumbled a curt, “nothing”, before stomping off in the opposite direction. That left Seoyun alone with her husband, and she looked as if her knees might buckle beneath the intensity of his stare.

“S-Saeyoung, I---,” she started nervously, trying to find the words to say, “I-- I’m still not sure about this. I know you said it was okay, but I still can’t help but feel as if it’s wrong. You’re my husband.”

Before she could tremble another word, Saeyoung interrupted her, surprising her as he suddenly swooped forward, slipping a drink into her hand and an arm around her waist.

“I hope that you like Pop Rocks,” he told her with his usual lightheartedness, “Because I had them put extra inside of yours.” Leaning down to nuzzle her while she stared at her drink, in a daze, he whispered into her ear reassuringly,

“Besides. . . As you said, I’m the one that suggested it in the first place. Furthermore, from what I just saw, I don’t think either of you feel wrong when you think about,” Saeyoung paused, slipping his free hand beneath Seoyun’s shirt, trickling it up her smooth naval as she jumped in surprise, “Touching one another, or. . .” Grabbing her ear between his teeth and giving it a soft tug, his voice took on a more suggestive tone as he breathed,

“Fucking one another. Do you, babe?”

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years ago

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in Unknown's prologue bad end when he offers for you to be his assistant and says he'll be good to you, you can refuse to go with him and he tells you you didn't have a choice anyway, or you can agree and he says that you must be similar to him. how much of an effect do you think your answer and whether or not you go willingly would have on how he treats you in the long run?

When it comes down to it, you don't get a choice in the matter when he decides that you're going to come with him. He's already gone to so much trouble to get you here without letting anyone see you. Now he has to go through that process again and again. He needed it to be you so he wouldn't have to waste more time trying to hunt another sucker to go into the apartment.

It doesn't matter if you say that you will go with him or if you say that you're going to run. He's got you all but cornered on that floor with no way to an elevator and no ways to the stairs. There's no way to go but with him. There's nothing that you can do and even if you panic and try to find a way out, you're going to figure out sooner rather than later that you're stuck like chuck at this moment.

You could frankly try for a window but it's already fourteen stories up and then some. It's not going to end well. Unknown has cut all of the video feeds and sound bites. There's no way for anyone to know that you two are in the building. They're seeing an empty feed if they care to even glance at it. He's prepared for this tenfold. So, you know that he's got you had no matter what matters. You can decide to go with him or you can fight. You have two choices but they have the same outcome.

Now, if we consider that Unknown is somebody that likes to be praised and awed over, which, isn't entirely wrong... if you were to agree that you would come with him, it might soften the blow at the start. In the Christmas DLC, he's known to chuckle and coo in your face with a patronizing sneer when you agree to come with him. He'll call you weird and a freak but... he likes that, doesn't he? Whenever you prompt Unknown in a way that implies that you'd burn the RFA to the ground for him... well, he does respond in a positive manner.

He wants you to burn them down. Simple. An ideal outcome would be to make you turn against them all and sell them out one by one in front of 707. He'd delight in all of them leaving because you left and 707 has to watch his so-called family burn to the ground and leave him with nothing but vinegar. He's enticed by you saying yes because you're his eyes. You're a possession. You're a tool that's the means to the end. If you agree with him... it saves him a lot of trouble.

But, does that mean that he's going to coddle you or dote on you? No. He won't do that. He won't be likely to treat you like a princess like Ray would want to in his Assistant Ending. He will likely be more willing to treat you with a dignified response if you work with him on a willing level. But, not by much. He still wants to demean you and ensure that he's the boss and in charge. You may get one luxury that an MC that said "no way" wouldn't. That is, he might let you run errands for him inside of Mint Eye. If he can trust you that much, he'll be giving you that. But, there's not going to be much difference.

You'll still be forced to drink elixir and join Mint Eye, whether you say yes or no. You'll wind up in the basement while they "take care" of you and then you'll be shoved into Unknown's space where you'll be there to work with him going forward. Either he does the cleansing or he's going to let the others get their hands dirty before he deals with you as it is.

That's just... well, his lack of care for you is because of his lack of commitment to compassion.

That stuff was ripped out of him years ago.

He lets things happen simply as they are. Even if that means you get messy for a while. He’s not like Ray. You’re not a doll. You’re not a toy. You’re a tool to get him what he wants. It’s as simple as that, point blank. Maybe that could change a bit over time as he is around you but initially... you’re kind of a nuisance that didn’t get him what he has been clamoring for.

Revenge is his entire life. It’s what he is. He hasn’t had time to think about anything else. This is his life goal. Revenge is all he has. He hasn’t even thought past it. He wants revenge and he hasn’t figured out what comes next. If you tell him “no”, he’s just going to laugh in your face and take you anyway.

It’s not that complicated. He doesn’t care if you don’t want to go. He doesn’t need to have loose ends. His mission is everything and he's not going to let you go off and tell someone that he did this. You could ruin all of it. It's not personal. Really. He would do that to anyone who got in his way. You would meet the same fate. You're going to be sitting in down in the basement for a while and then you're going to be sitting in his room with him. His tone doesn't really change much. It's just the less willing you are to do what he demands, the worse that he's going to be making it on you. He needs to get this done. You can help him or you can go back to the basement. He can force another believer to help, he would dangle that in front of you. You're going to have to make a choice with what he's saying and doing for your own sake. In reality, he's going to keep you because he went to this much trouble. But you don't need to know that.

So, there's some minor differences between being willing and unwilling. His tone doesn't change but what he could do to you would he readily treated with a sterness. He will torment you either way it goes, but the less willing you are, the harsher he will be toward you. So in a way, the answer is yes but there's such a minute difference that it's not worth bringing up. You're an assistant. A stress ball. His to use as he pleases. Deal with it. His kindness never really lasts long. Nor his pity. Do with that what you will and act with caution.

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