#reverse saeran

[marshmallowprotection]

Haven't got time to check out the written blurb, but I don't remember if I ever said how much I love the ship name 'flowerpot'

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That's adorable

I adore it

YEAH. OMG. I LOVE IT SO MUCH, TOO. @creator-kami and I have contained our CMCs in a flower pot with Saeran and Ray. Imagine if you will four flowers blossoming at the same time in a pot you didn't expect flowers to grow in. These flowers grow together to be strong and vibrant, and unlike the flower pot Ray held in Another Story with a direct allegory to his brother, there's no overwhelming fear in which the stalks need to be trimmed to survive.

It's not a question of survival.

It's allowing the flowers to sprout naturally and taking a chance on nature deciding how things will play out. Which, that's how we both figured out the inner-workings of the Flowerpot ship. They work to grow and be better together, and by finding strength together, they find the courage to face their problems head on. When one person struggles, they work together to find a solution, not because there's some kind of push to "fix" something—but because sometimes you need a loving hand to show you how to heal yourself.

I think that's the great thing about their dynamic. They don't force each other to be better for the sake of being better. They help the other realize that they're holding back, and what kind of life can you lead if you don't become your truest self? It's about vulnerability, too. It's about trusting someone to catch you when you're afraid you won't be able to jump at all.

Like, ah, in the roleplay, one of my favorite things so far has been Tsubaki and Saeran pushing each other to hold onto their dream, no matter how many times someone has tried to silence it. In doing so, they actually became each other's dream, and I cry every time I think about it. Their dreams evolved the more they allowed themselves to be honest with each other!

Ray and Lila indulge each other in their love of cute things and they never have to be insecure or afraid to be their truest selves. There's no shame or judgement when they're together, they don't have to sit there and think about what other people think of them, and that does inevitably help them feel better about sharing their art. There's no real reason to be afraid of critics. They learn how to have fun without that sense of: Am I allowed to express myself this way?

Tsubaki and Ray understand each other's deeply seeded fears. They fear not living up to who they want to be and if it's okay to challenge their perception of who their role models were versus what they were really like. They find peace and comfort in knowing there's someone in this world who can smile at them and say, "I don't think it's wrong to feel conflicted."

Saeran pulls Lila out of her slumps and put a fire under her belt. He pushes her to bite back, to be confidant, and to say what she means so people don't walk all over her. Lila encourages Saeran to be gentle even if he's afraid of being misunderstood. He learns how to slow his words down so he can think before he leaps so his heart can be seen as it truly is.

Tsubaki and Lila encourage each other to believe in their dreams, to have faith in this world and the people in it, even if it seems difficult to imagine. They see drive and purpose in each other's eyes, and it's nice to know even if you're afraid of getting close to another person because you admire them and you're afraid they may not like you, it's always worth offering your hand because you may never know what you're feeling until you allow yourself to feel it.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober day 6-- Skull/Possession

You’re a demon. You try to possess Suit Saeran and get more than you bargained for (931 words)

As a general rule, demons such as yourself prefer a human host. However, once you were summoned to this place called Magenta, you found it practically impossible to locate one that would be suitable. The closer you got to the humans populating the compound, the more clearly you could feel their ear-splitting headaches, rattling your skull to the point that you knew you’d never be able to carry out your demonic duties here on Earth if you remained in one of their bodies.

So you settled for the next best thing. Like all demons, if you can’t get a human host, then you’d be almost as happy to possess a computer. You’d prefer to have access to a brand-new device, the larger the better, and not one that can be closed or turned off easily. Considering these stipulations, the Mint Eye computers aren’t half bad. 

In the few days that you have occupied this computer, only one human has touched it: a thin man in a black suit. If the bags under his eyes don’t make it clear that he’s not taking care of himself, then his habits certainly do. You don’t know the man’s name, because nobody has come in here to call him by it. He rarely ever leaves his workspace; he sleeps at his desk for only a few minutes at a time, and his meals (also taken right in front of you) consist of snacks chased by a strange blue beverage that absolutely radiates negative energy. He spends hours each day engaging with green code on a black screen, and even from inside the computer, you can’t make very much sense of the tasks that he’s doing. All you know is that his work habits are taking a toll on his physical and mental health.

So, your plan is simple: you’re going to do whatever you can to ensure that this human takes a break. 

Your first tactic is to render his computer unusable for a short period to allow the poor man some rest. As a demon, an agent of chaos, this is no great feat for you— but the programmer simply redirects his attention to another computer and continues his efforts there. You can’t possess every device at once, of course— but you can use your current position to disconnect the Mint Eye server. 

The programmer’s first response is to start hitting various items of mechanical equipment within his intelligence room. Your computer can’t feel pain, of course— that’s a blessing for you, since as long as you’re inside the device, you can’t get hurt, either. You can, however, see exactly where this is going— either your human will bust his knuckles on metal hardware, or he’ll stay up all night trying to fix the unfixable server. Or both, knowing him.

So you reverse the damage and begin concocting a plan even more foolproof than the last. It’s so simple: you’ll just possess the human momentarily, feed him, put him to bed, and let him wake up well taken-care of. Humans are such malleable creatures, and as a demon, you’ve never exactly been kind to them before— but half the time, they don’t even notice that they’ve been possessed. Surely, this guy will be just as easy to direct as all the others. 

So, when he puts his fingers to the keys, you slip into them, squeezing yourself through his blood vessels to reach into his mind. It’s cozy inside his skull— you’ve possessed humans before, but it’s never felt so crowded. Intuitively, you arrive at the understanding of his name: Saeran. It’s a pretty name, and it suits him well; it rolls around through every corner of your being as you orient yourself in this human’s head. 

The knowledge of his name opens the door to a good deal of other knowledge to which you had not previously been party. In horrifying flashes, you’re greeted with this man’s reality: Saeran has spent his entire life being manipulated and forced to act by others. Though, much to your surprise, there are parts of his consciousness that you just can’t access— that’s never happened before— one thing is incredibly clear. Your plan, while well-intentioned, would only constitute one more person forcing him to do something that he didn’t want to do. You would only be hurting him further, which is not what you want at all. You like this human. You want him to enjoy his life. 

As fast as you can, you retreat back into the computer, nestling into the comforting embrace of familiar wires and circuit boards. Then, you set to work. Just because you can’t guide Saeran as you initially intended doesn’t mean you can’t help him in any way. You rearrange the pixels on the machine you inhabit to spell out a message for him: “You matter.” It’s not much— you aren’t really one for all that sappy stuff— but it seems like a reminder he might need. 

Somewhat predictably, Saeran’s response is to slap the side of the computer. “Ugh—what the hell is going on?” He demands, clearly more frustrated than anything else. Yet another of your well-intentioned plans has failed miserably: of course he would view your cryptic words as a manipulation tactic. Deceit and betrayal are all he’s ever known. “Is this some new trick?” He mutters under his breath, cocking his head to the side as he studies your message. 

You allow the text to dissolve into the lines of code that you know he expects to see, resolving nevertheless to continue your efforts to comfort this human.

[vieapuff]

Anti-clockwise: A mystic messenger Alternate Universe

Welcome to anti-clockwise, a somewhat reverse mystic messenger AU where instead of the choi twins living in the environment they did in canon, they lived with their politician father and step mother. Here are some simple character intros i made !

More info about my AU is under this cut ✂️ !

Notes/ information:

1. Even if the twins are living a completely different life from canon, theyre still facing problems in life but a different set of problems from the canon story.

2. Step mom is not the same mom from canon story, I decided to not include her in this AU because I never want her to be near my babies. Saejoong may be present in this AU but he is still irredeemable, also Saeyoung doesn’t like his step mom too (will be explained in future art posts/ when i decide to drop more lore on this AU).

3. The characters here are younger because I want to see the twins live out their youth and high school days. Saeyoung and Maycee (MC) are lovers and have been together for almost 2 years.

4. Their personalities may be altered in this AU due to the fact that this AU basically takes away the situation which shaped Saeyoung’s and Saeran’s personality in canon. Saeyoung is at least 55% less jokester here, he’s more introverted and reserved, definitely is protective of Saeran still because he has a weak body. Meanwhile Saeran is carefree and friendly, is likable among his high school peers and obviously, has his red hair.

Thank you for reading :3 I hope one day i’ll be able to flesh out this AU because I think the concept of chaebol choi twins is cool :)

[natasha-in-space]

Hello Mia, if this is not too much to ask, I would like to request something from you... Maybe a comfort fic from GE Saeran? I've been chasing the deadlines for my countless assignments and presentations all month to the point of overworking myself to the ground. I know I can be such an overachiever but I also know that I really have to work on this tendency of not knowing when to stop and rest.

I actually collapsed two weeks ago since I had to do presentation everyday so... I suppose my body kinda give in to the extreme fatigue. It was partly my fault for trying to stay up all night and not taking care of myself properly for the past days :')) Although, I was a bit upset and anxious since I lost 10% of my overall grade because I had to skip the last presentation of that week (the same day I collapsed and sleep the whole day to recover).

I suppose Saeran would understand and relate completely to my situation. Or maybe even scold me gently for doing that to myself when we both know that I wouldn't allow him (or Ray) to do that. Anyways, I hope you take your time and been doing well so far! Much love ❤️

"My love... I thought we agreed that you would take it easy today."

Saeran's voice is gentle and sweet, like honey, even as he lets out a small disapproving sigh at the sight of you hunched over your desk, your eyes glued onto your monitor screen. Closing the door behind him, he places a tray of freshly prepared mid-afternoon snacks at your bedside table. The room is quickly filled with the enticing aroma of still warm baked pastries and peach tea.

The rumbling coming from your stomach quickly reminds you that you haven't eaten a thing since early morning.

You feel like a child that just got caught in the act of stealing from the cookie jar. Of course you knew that you should be resting... The fact that you collapsed from exhaustion the day earlier was more than enough proof of your desperate need to let your body relax and recover. Yet, while your body was utterly worn out, your mind was far too restless for you to remain still in your bed like you were supposed to. It was far too eager to push you to make sure that you were perfect. That you didn't miss out on any progress in your wasted time of sleep. Even though, rationally, you understood that sleep was anything but wasteful.

You feel a warm hand resting itself on top of your head, starting to gently caress your hair in a way that is so relaxing, you almost want to close your eyes and fall asleep right then and there. Saeran's touch was always too soothing for your own good. It was far too easy to just forget about everything in the world and melt into his warmth. You tried to hold back on that, though, shaking your head and rubbing your tired eyes with a somewhat sleepy groan.

Wouldn't want to pass out again.

"I know, I know... I'm taking it easy, I promise. I just got to read through this part one more time to make sure it's perfect. I already lost so much time yesterday, and-"

"Y/N."

Saeran's voice becomes more determined, growing firmer, like a loving parent disciplining their child for playing outside in the cold for too long. He doesn't even need to say anything more for you to lower your head and sigh in defeat. You knew he was right, after all. What you were doing wasn't good for you. Of course, he was worried. If your roles were reversed, you would have done the same for him. In fact, that exact scenario happened more than you could count.

"...I'm being stupid, aren't I?"

Saeran hums softly, his hands now gently resting on your shoulders as he slowly and carefully starts to massage your aching muscles, easing the tension out of your tired body. His hands are so comforting that you can't help but sigh in content, leaning back into his touch. He leans down to murmur into your ear, his voice as soft as ever: "You are not being stupid, flower. You know how much I admire your hard work and dedication. There is nothing stupid about you putting your all into something. It makes me love you even more."

Gosh, does he have to praise you even now...? You almost feel like crying.

You are wondering if he will ever become truly angry or frustrated with you. Your hands are rubbing together as you gaze drifts between your work and your shaky fingers. You knew this shakiness was probably yet another proof of your body needing rest instead of even more work you were forcing yourself to go through. You tilt your head slightly in Saeran's direction, feeling his hair tickle your cheek. He smelled sweetly of peach, probably a result of him brewing that tea for you. "But...?"

"-But you also need to rest and take care if yourself for you to truly give it your all. I love seeing your eyes light up with joy when you get the results you wished for... And I love that determined and focused look on your face when you are working on something you want to do good at. I love hearing you talk to me about everything you are working on. I love seeing you enjoy yourself." He leans in to kiss your nose, which inadvertently makes you smile and giggle, even through your fatigue. He returns your smile with one of his own, before he continues, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "But I don't love seeing you tired, anxious and upset. I was so worried for you... I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to you ever again."

Ah... He was worried, wasn't he?

You purse your lips together, feeling a small dull ache in your chest, making you quickly raise a hand to his cheek. With a slight shaky sigh, he immediately leans into your touch. He was so patient and caring with you throughout this whole ordeal... You didn’t even think that it must have scared or stressed him out to see you collapse like that. In a way, it looks like you both kept some things bottled up. It's almost funny, in a way.

But, mostly ironic.

"I'm sorry I worried you, Saeran... I should've been more careful. It must have been scary for you to see me like that..."

Saeran chuckles slightly and shakes his head. He seems both amused and touched by your apology, his eyes twinkling as he looks down at you. "This isn't about me, love. But, I'll take your words to heart. Thank you."

He takes hold of your hand that was resting on his cheek, nuzzling it, and placing a few light kisses down the side of your wrist. A display of affection that causes your heart to flutter with fondness for him.

He was far too sweet sometimes...

"I know what it's like to want to be perfect... How heavy it can feel to carry the weight of all these expectations on your shoulders. But, you're the one who taught me that I don't need to be perfect to be loved and worthy, my love. You taught me, that I am deserving of love simply for being born into this world. Nothing more. You freed me from those shackles of self-doubt I put myself in because of what I've been told my whole life. And I want to do the same for you. Whenever you feel like it's all too much, whenever it feels like you are about to be crushed under all the pressure and expectations that were put on you... Take a small moment to look up at the sky, and think of me. Think of how I'll love you in any form you take. Remember that I am always cheering for you, however far away from you I am. And that my heart is always there with you, wanting to envelop you in my tender love and care. So, treat yourself kindly. Like I would treat you."

[patokascribbles]

art dump to start off. based on reverse au by @marshmallowprotection

characters are my MC Viola, reverse V, Camellia by @creator-kami, and Hyeon by @i-preen-for-oikawa

and Saeran in the corner yeah

im going to upload a whole bunch of art rn and then dip frfr

[mxsticmess]

reverse au? mint eye au? seven has been on my mind nonstop ever since i read @marshmallowprotection ‘s little blurb about him so here’s some of the brainrot !!! (srsly check out their excerpt about it, it’s what sparked my interest in making my blorbo evil :3c)

if u saw me repost this ignore it <3

Mint Eye 707 AU

lots of inverted cross jewelry (necklace and earrings). a. bc i think it looks cool and b. probably because he’ll have a lot of pent up resentment towards catholicism after feeling abandoned by the church after going to mint eye

about mint eye: run by v (rfa members are there too <3). seven is looked to as a second in command, or at least as being high ranking due to his hacking abilities, closeness to v, and knowledge of ~secrets~

instead of being angry at saeran, he’s angry at rika— seven’s mindset is that he’s trying to bring saeran to mint eye so they can both be happy “like they dreamed of being”

as for saeran? i like him as a sort of reverse au — in the rfa with rika. (maybe he’s an agent now? i hope he has a cool agent name)

plug in for my art 👉👈 headcanon he takes in a stray cat and makes it all edgy. names it after a flower for saeran <3

[aetirnum]

#AETIRNUM. a selective, private, low-activity multimuse featurng original characters, hoyoverse, reverse:1999 and etc. by saint. ( 21. they/vamp. ) no icon, minimal formatting, second-person prose. exploring the themes of love and its dangers, darkness of the human soul, lost of self, the importance of death and the like.

interaction.

i. i interact with all mutuals. i will post prompts, starter calls, etc etc if you wish to interact. i reply very slowly, as i run my own roleplay server and i have mental issues(tm) and can run out of battery. ooc wise, feel free to talk to me and whatnot! i can just be a bit slow, my apologies. you don't need to match my length: just put in the same effort as i do.

ii. i can write dark themes such as horror, gore, violence, cannibalism, toxic relationships etc. obvs i dont do taboo shit like incest, pedophilia, etc. go away. i don't mind shipping but prefer to do it with close friends. while i am fine with fade to black and suggestive themes i do not write smut with anyone other than my boyfriend. this is non-negotiable.

iii. i block who i want. i don't want prosh*ppers anywhere here. ideologies such as transmeds and being anti-self dx are also not welcome, esp if youre white youre very funny. idc about rp drama just dont be weird don't bring me into it and as long as you're not fucked up i gen dc. i won't always be here... i am a tired something-woman. please respect that.

other notes.

if i follow you, it means i want to interact with you, and i'd love to write with you! just please be patient with me. i study graphic design, but funnily enough im very tired of making tumblr gfx... not on anyone, just a preference! so i don't do heavy formatting or icons. if you write with me though, all i ask is to not make your text extremely small. i'm dyslexic, so it makes it very hard to read. thank you!

i write a lot of systems here, and i will mention if they ever switch, no worries. i am a system myself, so i really love them!

the writer.

hello! i am lucifer, or call me saint. i am a system host and multimedia student. i'm an artist and writer. i love slowpoke a lot. please show me slowpoke. i have been on the tumblr rpc for a loong time ( since i was... 12 at best... #veteran ) and i just recently came back, but only plan to do light activity. i'm 21 and i'm filipino. read more about me here! my discord tag is #loveits !

muses.

some of these don't have a link/carrd; it's a wip. edited from time to time... sawry.

high.

ayato. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. 30. she/they. androsexual. isolde. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 29. she/her. lesbian, did system. tartaglia. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. she/he. 23. tmas butch lesbian. diluc. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/him. 25. tmasc butch lesbian. ada mesmer. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 28. she/they. lesbian

secondary.

arcana. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. ???. she/it. lesbian. mahiru. ⎯⎯⎯ milgram. 23. she/they. bisexual. johann. ⎯⎯⎯ eternal return. 28. he/him. butch. lumine. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. ageless. she/he/they. bisexual. vertin. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. sonetto. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. ena shinonome. ⎯⎯⎯ project sekai. 18. she/he. lesbian. kevin kaslana. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. ???. he/she. thing. kafka. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. 28. she/her. bisexual. kaalaa baunaa. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 28. she/her. heterosexual. kujou sara. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/she. 25. bisexual transmasc. otto apocalypse. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. she/they. nonbinary. hysteria. aromantic: saviorsexual.

tertiary.

blade. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. ??. he/she. transmasc lesbian. emil. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 25. she/he. transfem lesbian. tooth fairy. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 25. she/her. lesbian. saeran choi. ⎯⎯⎯ mystic messenger. 21. he/they. transmasc. did system.

original.

shaira tiriza. ⎯⎯⎯ 28. she/they. did system. fides. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; billion. she/he. star. amon. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/he/they/it. star. fallere.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/they. star. celeste.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; older than us. she/her. the concept of ‘devotion’

[k0kichiimagines]

sometimes i think how cute it would be to teach saeran phrases and petnames in ur language/s just so you could call him them and use them on him and he'd know what you mean

but u just know he'd uni reverse it and pull out a whole essay of love for you in ur native tongue just to watch you smile and your eyes light up

[diverse-hearts]

@rageagaiinst asked:

"Let me guess, you couldn't sleep either?" // Saeran

Random Ask - Or I fail at finding it lol ~

"...how do you put up with him?".

He hadn't actually spent much time alone with this woman before now, but he was aware of how much she meant to his brother, which no doubt was the reason as to why she always seemed to be around at this time of the day. He knew that she was a single mother too, maybe that was the only reason that she wasn't being as crazy as him and refusing to leave his brothers side like this. With a sigh, he glanced back towards his older brother, the wires and tubes all seeming so out of place. This should have been reversed, Saeran was the weak one, the one that suffered - so just why was it Saeyoung that laid there refusing to wake up? Was this payback for all the times that Saeran had made him worry? Frowning, he reached over, linking his fingers together with his brother's, watching the nearby machines for any type of reaction. "...He's only in here cause he was being his usual dumb self...", he muttered, closing his eyes for a moment, before he glanced back up at Annaleigh, "This is my fault. He protected me, and now...now he's just being lazy. He needs to wake up. All he's doing is making everyone worry..."

[marshmallowprotection]

...... ;_; alright fine, I'll clown myself, too. Reverse Ray with "we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else" and I guess I'll just cry 🫡😭

(hope you're doing okay Kait!! ❤️)

Ray struggled at his lowest moments. There were times when he felt as though there was no way to communicate the distress he felt in his heart, and there were times when that was true when he became so flustered his tongue wouldn't form the words he needed to say. It was frustrating, to say the least. He wanted to speak, he wanted the chance to say what was wrong!

Yet, his fingers wouldn't stretch across the keys, nor would his lips spare the syllables he needed.

You knew how much it stung for him to be put into a position where he had no choice but to let other people speak for him. It wasn't so bad when his brother was still around, but Saeyoung wasn’t around anymore. Saeyoung knew what he wanted... and he missed that. He missed having his big brother in his life to be there for him when he felt lost.

Most people didn't know what was on his mind at the flip of a hat, and even though he appreciated how much work everyone around him put in to take care of him, he felt so small when everyone made assumptions about what he wanted. He knew his loved ones didn't have ill intentions when they did what they thought was best for him.

But, it still stung to feel ignored. 

He communicated that to you before, and after learning that, the only thing you wanted to do was allow him the opportunity to speak for himself. Well, he couldn't speak when he was upset, but he deserved the opportunity to communicate in a way that was not only comfy for him, but... made him feel in control of his environment instead of the other way around. 

Ray furiously swiped away at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. You didn't know what set him off because you found him in a state of disarray, but you knew it would take a bit for him to feel comfortable again. Which was why you were more than happy to sit down next to him in the floor of his room, a plushie in your lap and one in his at the same time to help him feel grounded.

You didn't touch him. You knew he was frightened and the last thing he needed was discomfort. You gave him the space he needed and he didn't shy away from your proximity. If he wanted you out of the room, he would have told you so with a sob. 

You were gentle as you spoke, "We don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else."

His bleary eyes met yours. He didn't force himself to say anything. All he did was offer you a weak smile and bury his head in the rabbit you gave him. It was a step in the right direction. You were proud of him for trusting you enough to not force himself to choke on his tears to explain. You didn't want him to push himself beyond what he could handle.

You could wait.

You would always wait. 

He didn't need words for you to understand him.

[password-door-lock]

“How the hell did you get out?” Saeran demands, standing in the doorway to the kitchen with all the imposing presence he can muster. After the morning he’s had, he is practically vibrating with rage.

He was already in a bad mood after talking to the believers, and when he noticed that his CCTV feed showed your room completely empty, he certainly didn’t cheer up. It only got worse when he discovered that you’d broken out— he was barely distracted for a few minutes, but in that short time, you managed to open the window and climb out into the garden. Now that he’s finally found you, after several frantic minutes wasted searching the grounds of Magenta, he’s beyond livid. He’s fuming, but the scary face he knows he’s making doesn’t seem to have much of an effect on you. 

“Oh, hey!” You greet him with a smile, like you don’t know who he is. Like you think he’s going to let this behavior slide— if that’s the case, you’re even dumber than he thought, which is really saying something. His expectations for you were charitably low to begin with, and your behavior thus far has only given him reason to lower them further. “You’re just in time.” 

He’s going to get you for this one. He doesn’t know how, but he’s sure that he’s going to— granted, he’s been trying for the past several days to break your spirit, and his efforts have remained entirely unsuccessful, but you are going to fucking pay. He’ll make sure of it. “Answer when I ask you a question, toy!” He screams. The sound of it is feral, nothing like the booming warning he was going for. 

Even that fails to impress the reality of your situation upon you. “Okay.” You aren’t even looking at him. Instead, you’re focused on the pan that you’re carefully tilting over a plate, onto which you drop some savory-looking concoction which smells… No. He doesn’t have time to worry about how it smells. He has to do something about your behavior. “I climbed out the window,” you explain, as if it’s nothing. Truth be told, Saeran didn’t think that particular escape route had occurred to you— did it really take you days to figure it out? Maybe it only took you days to grow desperate enough to actually do it. But if that’s the case…

“Why the hell did you come back?” Saeran demands. That’s the real question, after all: if your positions were reversed, if he were the type of fool who could actually survive away from Magenta, and if he got his feet on the ground outside— he’d never look back. Not that you could run very far in those pointy-toed shoes that Ray gave you, but anywhere would be better than here, especially for someone like you. 

Now, you do look at him, as if you’re amazed by how little he understands about the world. As if you feel sorry for him. How fucking dare you? Who gave you the right to pity him, when you’re the one trapped in such a shitty situation? Saeran is strong and doesn’t need the pity of someone who can’t even figure out how to escape properly. “Last night, I asked if you were eating well,” you remind him, “And you didn’t answer, so I got worried.” 

“Ha!” Despite the situation, Saeran barks out a laugh. “You’re insane. Something is seriously wrong with you if you actually think—” 

“It’s going to get cold. Come sit down,” you try to coax him over to the small table in the corner of the kitchen, dusting off the seat of the hitherto unused chair with the corner of your apron. Who gave you an apron? For some reason, that makes him angrier than anything— not only did you come back here after leaving, not only do you claim that you did it for his sake, as if he needs it, but you didn’t even have the decency to pretend to be afraid of him. You’ve clearly taken your time with this, going out of your way to put on an apron to protect your clothes— how arrogant. In the scheme of things, maybe Saeran shouldn’t be surprised.

The dish you’ve prepared looks damn good. He doesn’t need to taste it to know that he’s never had anything so delicious… he can tell just by the smell of it, the fact that you poured so much dedication into it. The fact that you cared enough to cook for him, even after all he’s put you through. The fact that you care about him, even though he doesn’t deserve it, even though anybody with a lick of sense would see that he wasn’t worthy of such affection. You really do have a serious problem— and now Saeran has to retaliate, to make sure that this never happens again.

He has to make sure that you never, ever put him in a position where he needs to make a decision like this. He has to break your spirit so you stop telling him sweet things, stop trying to fill his head with pretty lies. He has to condition you to ensure that you don’t step out of line again, that you don’t end up in the basement; you’re lucky that the Savior doesn’t know about this yet, because if she found out, Saeran’s intervention would mean nothing. He has to make sure that she never learns of your latest petty transgression, because the mercy she would show you wouldn’t really look much like mercy, after all. What the hell kind of trick is this, anyway? You probably poisoned the food, Saeran assures himself, or spat in it, at least. That’s what he’d do to himself, in your position. His brain is screaming that you’re different, that you’d never do that, that you might be the only person on this planet he can really trust, Savior included— he attributes these thoughts to Ray, despite the fact that they come at him in his own voice. 

“You made this just for me?” He coos, mocking your affection. Anything to make you stop looking for the good in him. It’s none of your goddamn business, anyway— whether he’s a closet saint or a devil to his core, your fate will still be just the same. “Aw, thank you, prince(ss). I really appreciate your consideration.” 

Your face lights up. Can’t you tell that he’s making fun of you? “I didn't know what you would like, so I just made something simple, and I hope it's—” 

Saeran picks the plate up and throws it onto the ground. It shatters, sending little bits of rice and cut-up chicken everywhere, along with vegetables that look suspiciously like mushrooms and several bulky shards of porcelain, all of it covered in some kind of sauce. Of course you had to use one of the Savior’s good plates, too— it’s like you’re trying to do as much damage as possible, to cause as much trouble for Saeran as you possibly can. He couldn’t fucking care less, not about the mess and not about your motivations. The believers can clean up the former, and he will deal with the latter. “You’re going back into the toy room. This time, I’ll paint that window shut so you can’t get out. And if you were smart, prince(ss), you would take the hint that I’m so generously giving you and figure out how to stay put.” Hopefully, the juxtaposition between ferocious growling and sickly-sweet cooing will throw you off your rhythm enough to make you actually listen.

You stare at him with this pathetic, hurt expression on your face. For a moment, Saeran thinks he’s won. He allows himself to believe that this will be the end of it. Then, you open your mouth and ruin everything, as you always do. “Okay, I guess you don’t like mushrooms,” you laugh at your own lackluster joke. “Noted. Same time tomorrow?”

Saeran squeezes his eyes shut, not ready to contend with the thought of going through all of this again. Why do you keep trying to help him? Can’t you see that he doesn’t need your help? All he needs is for you to stop challenging him, to let him sit with his worldview and continue to believe that Magenta is a paradise for everyone but himself. Why do you insist on ruining things? “Let’s go,” he barks, pulling you across the room. He won’t even think about it, he decides. That’s the best way to resist your tricks. But his own voice keeps reminding him that if you wanted to trick him, surely you would find a smarter way to do it. If only Saeran were an airhead, like you— then he might be able to ignore the reality of his situation. 

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

who are your favs (number one only) from each fandom you are in?

OOH okok... im in like... a Lot of fandoms but hmmm! i'll list down the fandoms that i write and a few lil extras <3

from fandoms that i do write: lnds- xavier, ff16- joshua, haikyuu- kenma, blue lock- chigiri, tower of god- khun a.a., bungou stray dogs- chuuya, reverse 1999- six, stray kids- felix

also bonus: tgcf- quan yizhen, mdzs- wei wuxian, mystic messenger- saeran choi!

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[baconwaffle2016]

It’s been several months since Mi-Cha arrived in Seoul and in the RFA’s lives. Summer has finally arrived, and with that comes the urge to spend these sunny and warm days at the most refreshing place for such a season— the beach! Turns out the RFA is not that different.

One day, while chatting on the app, Mi-Cha sees that Yoosung and Zen talk about having a beach day for Saturday. It had been a while since she had gone to the beach at all, let alone with friends; and that day will be as good as any to go! Now, all they have to do is convince Ray’s grumpy, workaholic ass to come along.

Well, correction: All Mi-Cha has to do…

Now, if only Ray would actually acknowledge her existence—especially considering the past they share.

[For the@nostringsdetached zine!!!]

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Gaming Night

Yoosung x Mc

Warnings: None

957 words

This is my piece for the @mysme-rbb however my partner won't be able to finish the art for this fic in time. Still, I would post my part and I'll add the link to her art as soon as she finish. Enjoy!!

-Check my partner's intagram @/honeychip_

The sound of metal swords clashing with each other filled the air, his heavy steps being as quickly as possible while stepping in the mud and water of the jungle, avoiding enemy’s attacks. It was a frantic moment, with no time for interruptions nor distractions as the nexus of the contrary team came in sight the tower, before blocking the path, now down. Rapidly advancing while defeating the enemy’s minions, he was almost reaching the nexus and there was no one around that could stop him, everyone too busy trying to stop his allies. When he finally reached it, his sword collided with the nexus. With all his might he kept crashing his weapon against the red stone, inflicting as much damage as possible.

When he was about to blow the final hit, the one that would assure him and his team a victory, the world in front of his eyes faded, the sound of battle in the background vanishing and being replaced by a loud sound of a loud thump.

Yoosung’s eyes drifted from the TV to where the sound came from. Completely disoriented after being pulled off of his concentrated state. There he saw Lisa, his cat, standing on his console, her paw pressing just on the power off button.

“LISA!” Yoosung’s voice came out with pure disbelief when he realized what had just happened. She didn’t seem bothered by his scream as all she did was meowed demanding for his attention while rubbing her head against the console.

He got up of the bed where he was previously sitting on. Leaving his control on the bed and yanking his headphones to the side. He got close to Lisa and picked her up, she only rubbed her head against his arm and purred.

Yoosung chuckled “Are you hungry?” he said while scratching her head, he would be mad if he could, but he could never get angry at her.

He let her back to the floor and walked out of the room to the kitchen. He served Lisa with her food which she accepted happily, the swaying of her tail making Yoosung draw a smile on his face. He went back to the room and picked his phone that was pinging with notifications.

New Chatroom: Yoosung?

Mc: Yoosung, are you there?

Saeran: Why did you disconnect? We were about to win

*Zen has entered the chatroom*

Zen: are u guys playing that dumb game again?

Saeran: yes.

Mc: Yoosung’s avatar disconnected out of nowhere and he isn’t answering his phone.

Saeran: Do you think that he has passed out?

Mc: What? No, there is no way, he was taking care of himself, right?

*Seven has entered the chatroom*

Seven:

Seven: Could it be…

Seven:THE RETURN OF THE ‘PASS OUT AFTER DRINKING CAFFEINE SYNDROME’?!?!?!?!?

Saeran: What the hell is that…?

Saeran: You know what? Nvm I don’t need to know

Mc: Not again…. Seven you know he is not gonna fall for that again, right?

Zen:

Seven: YOOSUNG DO YOU STILL HAVE CHOCOLATE MILK FROM THE LAST TIME?!?

Mc: Quit teasing my bf (He does still have tho)

Seven: THAT’S GREAT, YOOSUNG HOLD UP I’M OMW

*Seven has left the chatroom*

Mc: Does he know that he can’t leave the apartment?

Saeran: yes, he does, he is just playing around as usual

Mc: I think I’m going to call Yoosung, I’m starting to get worried

Saeran: He is probably fine; I’ll start the next round.

Zen: You three should stop playing games so much and concentrate in more important things.

Zen: It’s like having three Yoosungs in the chat…

Mc: I’ll go now, Saeran start the round.

Saeran: Ok

Zen: Are you ignoring me…?

*Mc has left the chatroom*

*Saeran has left the chatroom*

Zen: I can’t believe it…

*Zen has left the chatroom*

Yoosung snickered at the interaction in the chatroom, his mind drifting to his memories when Mc was first introduced to the RFA. His eyes lit up when his phone started ringing, Mc’s name popping out on his screen. He accepted the call and moved his phone to his ear.

“Babe!” Her voice sounded clearly worried through his phone speaker “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Lisa pressed the power off button of the console and I went to serve her food, that’s why I was not answering the phone, sorry I worried you, love” He answered.

“You are taking care of yourself, right? We don’t want to go back to when we first met and you would forget to eat” He pouted at the scolding.

“I’m not a kid anymore, don’t scold me like one” he heard Mc laugh on the other line. “Is not funny!!”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Do you want to play another round?”

“Yeah, give me a second I’ll be there. Are you still in the Voice chat with Saeran?” He asked

“yes, we will wait for you! Love you!!” Mc exclaimed.

“Love you too” he sincerely said before hanging up the phone and leaving it on the table.

He walked towards his bed after starting his console again. Sitting on the bed, he picked the control and put on his headphones that were still connected to the voice chat, as soon as he put them on Saeran’s and Mc’s voices filled his ears.

He felt something creeping to his bed, Lisa jumped onto his lap and curled at his side, purring and meowing. He scratched her head with a soft smile.

He realized at that moment, with the most important people of his life chatting and joking with each other, and his cat cuddled up on his lap. That he wouldn’t exchange these moments for anything. He was the happiest he would ever be.

[mirdance]

No Matter How You Look at it, My Loving Girlfriend is a Cat Now!

Working with Gam has been such an honor! Her art is absolutely gorgeous, and I'm so glad she enjoyed my whimsical cat idea enough to draw it. Working with her MC, Cho, was a lovely experience, and I hope Cho forgives me for turning her into a cat. <3Thank you to @mysme-rbb for providing this opportunity! Link to Gam's art Instagram: gammam0n Read the story on A03 Summary: Saeran and Cho have been living together for a couple weeks in their new apartment. Co-habitation has had its up and downs, but Saeran thinks he has started to get the hang of everything. He’s even able to cook her favorite breakfast and separate the laundry. Things are looking swell. That is, until his girlfriend turns into a cat.

Saeran’s life really was something out of a fairy tale, if you gathered all the Brothers Grimm tales and mashed them into one horrifying short story with a Snow White happy ending. He thought he had his shit together by this point; who wouldn’t after helping run a cult and years of therapy? You kinda learn something about life in all that mess. But the love of his life, his one and only, Cho, turning into a cat, was something life nor therapy taught him how to deal with. While cute for fiction, the actuality of seeing her curled on the bed, white fluffy tail around her body, sent his eyes twitching.

Earlier, he’d been making them omelettes. She was always waking up early to cook them breakfast, so he’d wanted to do something for her for a change. They’d been living together in their new apartment for just a short while, but she seemed much more put together and relaxed in the fresh environment. He admired her strength, even if he was a tad jealous of her ability to adapt. She was independent, something he could never be, no matter how much he strove. Even with his progress, he still found himself leaning on her too much. Hell, when they’d first met, he’d been running around in the rain for so long, trying to figure out the bus schedule, when she’d stopped to help. She never asked for help, though.

He flopped his finished creation on a plate. Ray nudged the forefront of his mind. Saeran sighed as he prepared a glass of orange juice. All things considered; he was doing so much better than he could have ever imagined. Waking up to cook, laundry, working, they were hard, but he’d endured more and could get through this. He made his way down their tiny hallway with a skip in his step. Just thinking about how it was theirs, and how he was no longer alone. Sure, he had his family and his friends, but having Cho to hold him on those rough nights was simply different. A different kind of home.

He pushed open the bedroom door with his hip. “Time to wake,” he whispered with a grin. “I’ve made you—”

The plate fell to the floor with a clatter. Eggs flew across the floor and landed near the foot of the bed. Saeran coughed. His throat began to itch, and he pulled on his collar. “I…I’m sorry,” he reached down and began cleaning up the mess. “I thought…thought. We were going to pick out one of the kittens from the shelter next week? Because they’re overrun and all…”

Sleeping on the bed was a fluffy, white, cat. It resembled Elizabeth the 3rd in some ways, but its fur was not nearly as long, and its eyes glowed amber in the sunrise of the window. It stretched and yawned before jumping off the bed and eating the eggs off the floor.

Saeran bapped it away. “I don’t know if you can eat everything in this…”

Much to his dismay, the cat did not listen and only ate faster. What was this, a dog in a cats body? He lifted the cat as he stood and stepped over the egg mess. “Cho? Did my brother put you up to this?” He glanced around the corners of the room to find the hidden camera. There was nothing in the bed or closet. His heartbeat throbbed throughout his skull.

“Cho?”

He called her name several more times. She’d just been right here, sleeping under the covers. He hadn’t heard her move from the room. The window was intact. This had to be some joke his brother put her up to. Instinctively, he kissed the top of the cat’s head, and it rubbed its chin along his jawline. He couldn’t help but smile even through his disappointment.

“We said we’d pick one out together. I know, it’s probably dumb of me, but I’m kind of let down. It’s nothing against you, I promise.” He sat the cat on the bed and scratched behind its ear. “Please stay here while I clean this mess. I need to find Cho and see what’s going on.”

As Saeran bent to place the omelette back onto the plate, the cat jumped down once again and dove into the food. He lifted the plate into the air. “You must be hungry. I think we have some wet food.” He grimaced and checked around the floor once more. Cho hadn’t even set up a litter box. Hopefully, it hadn’t peed anywhere.

“I’ll be back.”

He’d said that, but the cat followed him to the kitchen, anyway. Were cats always so friendly? Well, in his experience, some were, but only after lots of food and getting to know one another. Maybe there was a reason Cho picked this one out? He didn’t want to assume anything bad. She was probably on her way to get emergency supplies or something. He discarded the eggs. The cat pawed at the trash can.

“I’m getting you food, hold on.”

He rummaged through the cabinets as the cat circled between his legs. They kept wet food for the stray cats that ran around and were hoping to prepare for a kitten of their own. “I hope you like chicken flavor,” he murmured as he popped open the lid. He dumped the food on a saucer before setting it on the ground.

“There you go. Doesn’t that look yummy?” The cat turned its nose up, and Saeran swore it shook its head. It turned its back to him and sat on the ground. Saeran cleared his throat. “Well, I guess it might be a bit hard to eat.” He grabbed a fork from the cabinet and began cutting the wet food into bite sized pieces. “I guess it does kinda stink, huh?”

The cat squeaked somewhat but did not meow. It jumped onto the counter and stared down at him.

“Oh, do you want to eat it up there?” He sat the plate before the cat.

The cat knocked it to the floor.

Thankfully, it was a plastic plate.

Saeran took a deep breath before anyone impatient could co-front. Maybe Ray would be better at dealing with this. “Okay, chicken is out of the question. Unfortunately, that’s all we have at the moment. The big stray Bo outside loves beef flavor and ate it all up. I think…we have turkey? For sandwiches. Hold on.”

It was a good thing he was off work today. How could Cho leave a cat behind with nothing to eat? He was still expecting his brother to pop out of a corner, but the apartment was eerily silent. Cho had never been so unprepared. He quickly grabbed his cell phone from the top of the fridge (Why was it on top of the fridge? Who left it there? Somehow, he remembered it being up there, so one of his brain mates was probably laughing their ass off.) He dialed Cho.

And it rang.

And rang

And rang

Saeran stared at his phone for far too long until he realized her phone was ringing in the bedroom. He darted for the room, only to find the phone buzzing on top of the dresser, still charging from the night before.

“Cho, this isn’t funny anymore.”

Saeran lunged for the phone and tried to type in the password. Wasn’t it her birthday? Not that they went through each other’s phones all the time, but occasionally they played games together and traded. The phone vibrated in defiance. He didn’t want to lock himself out. He logged into messenger on his own phone, but no one was awake. Not even Jumin Han or Jaehee.

Clattering noises echoed from the kitchen. Crap. He jogged back to the cat to find it…on the table, turkey on bread. A literal sandwich laid before a cat with the cat nibbling the edges. He laughed. Had he made this cat a sandwich and forgot? No, he simply thought about feeding it turkey. Maybe Ray had? No, Ray didn’t show up as far as Saeran could remember. Wait, were cats supposed to have bread?

He set the phones on the table and slid the turkey from the bread slices. “Not for kitties,” he mumbled. “I don’t know how you made yourself a sandwich, but you’re one smart animal.”

A low growl rumbled from the cat’s throat as it sat on its haunches, but otherwise it seemed at peace. Its ears were perked normally, and its tail rested softly at its side. At least it hadn’t mauled him. Maybe Cho had noticed how picky it was and ran out to get groceries. Maybe she’d forgotten her phone? He couldn’t see it, but it was possible.

“Hm, I wonder if you’re a boy or a girl?” He was tired of calling it ‘it’. It didn’t have a collar. “Excuse me,” he went behind the cat and lifted its leg. Both Cho and Saeran had learned to tell the differences between sexes while volunteering for Yoosung’s vet office, so this was nothing but procedure at this point. Its ears laid flat against its head. Saeran apologized once again before putting the cat’s leg down and allowing it freedom. “Well, it’s a girl,” he said, smiling and scratching behind her ear. “I wonder when your mom will be back. Should I got out and look for her? I’m super worried.”

She ignored him, walking past him and to the phones that lie on the table. Her tiny paws tapped the screen of Cho’s phone before it lit to life. Saeran sat down at one of the chairs and blocked the corners of the table with his hands. “Please don’t start knocking over more stuff,” he begged.

His phone began ringing. He quickly picked it up, only to find Cho’s profile across the screen. His eyes darted from Cho’s phone to his. This cat…had called him. Wait, this cat had unlocked the phone!

“I guess you got lucky,” Saeran said, hanging up both phones. He began looking through Cho’s. Everything was normal, her schedule, the menus. He sighed and sat the phone back down. “I guess I’m going to have to go out and find her myself. She’s probably just at the corner store looking for…”

Once again, the cat called him. He jerked the phone out of the cat’s paws and hung everything up. He wasn’t one to believe in the supernatural, but hell if this wasn’t weird. Against his better judgement, he locked Cho’s phone and set it back down. There, cat. See if you can unlock it again.

The cat seamlessly tapped its little paws on the screen, unlocking the phone with what seemed to be Cho’s birthday. Saeran wanted to smack his head on the table. “You can’t be serious. I swear to god if my brother is in here, he will not live to see tomorrow.”

The cat used its nose to click around, smudging the screen in the process. Sarean wiped it with his sleeve. “You’re going to ruin the screen.”

The cat, resigned to its fate of only using its paws, eventually opened up notes and tapped at the keyboard. Saeran--still not believing that the cat knew what it was doing because how could it—chuckled and pet its flank.

Hhji itds mje cvho I lolve u

Saeran slid the phone over to himself and read the garbled message. What…no. Ha. Hahahhahahahhaa. No. That looked an awful too much like Hi it’s me, Cho, I love you but typed with fat cat toes.

Everything was too much of a match for Saeran to doubt. Even the cat’s eyes were the same color. “Cho…is that really you?”

The cat placed a paw on his hand and nodded…cats didn’t nod. Well, unless they were in some cartoon, which Saeran was very much beginning to feel like the protagonist of. Did someone sneak elixir in his juice? Had he taken too much medication?

He gulped. “If…if you’re really Cho, spin around two times.” He wanted to laugh more, but part of him was deathly afraid of his own mental state. The other part of him was afraid for hers.

Saeran almost reached out to stop her as the cat spun around twice. She sat and seemed to glower at him, as if daring him to ask for more party tricks. Saeran lifted his hands in the air in defeat. “Okay, okay, Miss Cho. I believe you. I’m either high as a kite or you’ve somehow turned yourself into a cat, but either way, I trust you.”

Cho nudged his arm with the side of her cheek. God, it was so cute. He couldn’t think like that, though. He had to gather his thoughts. How could they turn her back? Whether he was off his rocker or not, it was important to settle the matter. Cho was a cat for a reason, and even though it was super cute, it was probably not the most comfortable. After all, how could she go to the bathroom? Would he need to get a litter box? Or maybe keeping the lid up on toilet was enough. Could she eat human food, or would that hurt her stomach? While they get to the bottom of this, maybe it would be best to try and get her to eat cat food. Should he take her to the vet?

“Merow.” Cho rolled onto her back, and Saeran’s heart thumped against his ribcage.

“Ha…you’re so cute. I know cats down like belly rubs but…” He reached out tentatively and gently ran his fingers across her belly fur. So…soft. She put her paws around his hand and nibbled his knuckles. “Is that too much?” He tried to pull his hand back, but she bit down harder. “Hey, that’s not fair. Stop that.”

Cho licked his hand apologetically with her sandpaper tongue and let go. Saeran would have to remember not to give too many belly rubs. Hopefully, she would poof back into a human any time, but it would be good to take mental notes of her likes and dislikes. It sort of reminded him of the fairy tales his brother used to tell to put him to sleep.

“Oh, maybe the princess needs a kiss from the prince?” He rested his head on the table and pushed his nose against her wet nose. But how was he to kiss a cat? He pecked her nose and mouth area, but nothing happened. “Well, it was worth a try.”

Cho licked him on the mouth; her sandpaper tongue felt pretty gross, but he tried not to grimace. He thanked her for the kiss and sighed. Maybe whatever was wrong with her would eventually wear off? He’d need to make a list of quality-of-life necessities and see if she agreed with them. In addition to food and toiletries, she probably needed toys. Maybe Jumin could recommend some cat trees.

Jesus Christ, he was beginning to sound like the man himself.

“I’m going to take care of you, Cho. Even if we can’t figure out how to change you back, I’ll love you. Just the way you are.”

Cho stretched into a stand and rammed her head against his several times. He couldn’t help but laugh as fur danced around his nostrils. They’d need several lint rollers, too. Would she want to go out on walks? He couldn’t keep her cooped up in the house, no matter how much he wanted to protect her. It would be fun if she could speak to other cats.

“By the way,” he whispered as he ran his fingers along her back. “I didn’t get to mention it the other day before I left for work. But thank you. You’ve worked really hard to help me despite my struggles. I know it’s not easy living with me. I can be an airhead sometimes, and I shouldn’t have put your shirt in the wash like you said. I just wanted to get it clean because it’s your favorite. Now it’s ruined. Gah, I don’t know anything about this stuff.” He ran his fingers through his hair, and Cho placed a paw on his cheek. He smiled shakily into her paw and pecked it.

Her paw grew warm until it was almost scalding. Before Saeran could freak out, cat paws turned to fingers. Her nose turned human, and the rest of her body followed, save for the cat ears on top of her head. Saeran’s face tingled, and he quickly looked away from her naked form.

“Omelette is ready,” she said. It almost sounded like a morphed meow, but he could tell it was her voice.

Saeran cocked his head to the side. “What?”

“Merowwake up.”

The top of his head began tingling and sent a cool sensation down his neck; he went to scratch his head, but his hands were fuzzy. As he stared at them, they grew into paws. He sneezed as fur tickled his nose. Wait, no. He didn’t want to be a cat, either! How could he learn to cook with his girlfriend? Pick out the kitten together?

As he cried out, only meows echoed against his skull. The kitchen stretched into ginormous walls as he shrunk and shrunk and shrunk. He reached his little paws as far as he could to grab hold of Cho, but he fell off the chair.

Before he hit the ground, his surroundings changed. Bedsheets stuck to his back, and his fingers gripped the comforter. Fingers. Good. He stretched them out in front of his face to make sure he hadn’t grown paws. There were no ears on the top of his head, either.

“You’re acting lively,” Cho said. She set a glass of orange juice on the nightstand. “I hope that means your fever is down.”

Saeran rolled his head over on the pillow. Cho held a plate of omelettes and sat next to him. The bed creaked as she crossed her legs and stabbed the food with a spoon. She wasn’t a cat. He wasn’t a cat. And in the end, he hadn’t even woken up to make her breakfast.

“I’m sorry I’m so useless,” he mumbled. “I meant to wake up and make you something since you’re always doing it.”

She rolled her eyes. “You went to bed with a fever, don’t even start. And I enjoy doing these things. It gives me a sense of freedom.”

She pushed the spoon towards Saeran, and he took the food without complaint. He’d stayed up all night over the toilet; no wonder his dreams were whack. He debated on telling her, but the thought embarrassed him. He didn’t want to seem as cat obsessed as Jumin. Saeran couldn’t lie, though. He was a bit nervous about taking care of something totally reliant upon him, but Cho said they were ready.

After his meal, Cho gave him cold medicine and ran her fingers through his hair. “I know you’re stressed about postponing with the shelter,” she said, gathering the dishes. “But it’s no big deal. Just get some rest.” She leaned down and kissed his nose.

He closed his eyes and touched where she had kissed, making sure to imprint it into his memory. “I’m sorry about your shirt,” he mumbled.

She sighed and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. “Don’t worry about it. Make it up to me by feeling better soon, okay?”

He nodded as she left the room with dishes in tow. His eyes were heavy even though he had just slept. Part of him wanted to jump up and offer to do the dishes. Offer to make her food. Offer something, anything. Yet his body fought against his mind. There was no energy left in his limbs. He’d make it up to her eventually. He’d promised her that he’d take better care of himself. Thus, he allowed the voices to quiet down in his mind and sleep peacefully.