#saeran choi week

[schmellows]

" Promise of happiness. "

[natasha-in-space]

Alright, I'm gonna babble a bit on my thoughts and observations with the magnificent CG's we got for the Choi boys' birthday this year 'round! And, boy, what beautiful CG's they are. I acknowledge that some had problems with them, but I honestly couldn't be happier. Both of them made me feel giddy for two days in a row! The artist did a fantastic job, and it's a treat to still get some new content from Cheritz. Now, let's start with Saeyoung!

God, do I adore the soft, domestic feel of this one. It's peaceful, intimate, and tender in a way that sharing a special moment with the one you love is. I am a sucker for simple domestic moments of romance, so even I admittedly swooned at this one!

Since it's dark outside, we have two options. It's either a small private celebration between you two after he spent the day with his brother and RFA, or you're congratulating him as soon as the clock strikes midnight. I find both options equally sweet and fitting! Either way, you are sharing a small private moment with him, with just you two for a small while. I believe he would be deeply grateful for that.

It looks like he's gotten himself a place out in the city! Isn't that a lovely thing to see? I do think he'll keep his bunker, whether it's for potential emergencies or just for safekeeping, but I always loved the idea of Saeyoung creating a new home for himself, however that may look like. It is logical for his new apartment to have large windows that are high enough to see the night sky. It's very much Saeyoung. And it's very much Saeran, too! During the day, Saeran enjoys the warm sunlight and vast clouds, while Saeyoung enjoys looking at the stars and teaching you about space at night.

He made sure his new home had windows because his bunker didn't have any. A reminder of his new freedom to live out a peaceful life with his family without needing to look over his shoulder at every step.

We have some gifts laid out in the background! The interpretation of whether this is from you, Saeran, or RFA is up to you. I like the latter option. It does make you think what kind of gifts would everyone prepare for him! Lots of funny and/or sweet ideas to think about.

There are also lots of frames hung up on the wall and laid out on the shelves. It made me giggle. Because of course, Saeyoung would litter his home with photos of you once he gets the freedom to do so. It's even a bit excessive, but how can you complain? This man was terrified of having evidence of his own existence out in the world for years. Not to mention that he was not allowed to have any reminders of the people he loved, as he was afraid of their safety.

Of course, he will make sure to surround himself with reminders of a brighter future now that he can. Selfies with you, photos of Saeran reading a book or cooking, and outings with the RFA. All such precious moments he doesn't want to take for granted.

As many have already pointed out, the cake is from Saeran! Ain't that sweet? The first time I noticed it, I glowed with joy because I adore the idea of Saeran making something by hand for his older brother. Saeyoung was always the giver and protector in their relationship, back when they were kids... Now, they can start over with more balance. And Saeran can also take care of his brother. I can't help but think of him spending hours in the kitchen, making sure everything is perfect, and that's just... so damn heartwarming. I love these two and their love for each other. They deserve to be together without fear.

@marshmallowprotection went over the details of the cake very thoroughly in her post, so I won't go over it personally, but, oh my God, of course Saeran would put in small meaningful details into his cake. It's so much like him. From the flowers to cherries and whatever that is written in that envelope. I am certain that Saeyoung will likely shed tears upon reading it. Heck, Saeran can just scribble out a big 'Happy birthday Hyung :)' on there, and it'll make him cry just as much.

Saeyoung is unfamiliar with being taken care of or appreciated. It will take him some time to stop getting emotional over the smallest things when it comes to his family.

Speaking about the CG as a whole, I love how relaxed and tender he looks. It's nothing fancy, just a black shirt and jeans. That's what makes it so soft and domestic for me. It's just you and Saeyoung. In your home. Being together and cherishing each other. And that's better than any grand display.

We get to see more of Saeyoung's arms!!! I always love when they splice up some things that are very much true to canon. While it doesn't make any sense at all to make Yoosung or Saeran muscular jocks, it's very much in line with Saeyoung. It's easy for those arms to lift you up and hold you tight! I also actually like that he's visibly broad in here. I know it's not everyone's interpretation, but it makes him actually look, y'know, older. Even though he'll be 21 forever, it's pleasant to imagine him in his late twenties or early thirties. I know most of my guy friends got very broad in the shoulders once they hit their middle twenties lmao

I also very like MC's dress. It's super cute and comfortable. And that watch on Saeyoung's wrist? Another nice touch. I don't know why, but I always pictured him into watches lol. Mostly because he seems to have a soft spot for anything technical. It's easy to see him being fascinated by the inner workings of different watch models. He's such a nerd (affectionate)

Look at that giddy smile! He's such a cutie. Love to see him be all happy like that. Also his hair is once again super red. I'm telling you, it changes color depending on his mood. It's my biggest theory in whole MM storyline/j

AND NOW ONTO THE MAN HIMSELF, THE ONE I'VE BEEN BENDING MY KNEE FOR EVER SINCE I SAW HIM, THE ONE I IMPLODED MY DM'S OVER-

Ahem

Yes. We got an actual official Unknown/MC CG. The fandom exploded. I know I saw it, I know you saw it, we all saw it. Unknown took the fandom by storm, and he knows it. Look at that smirk. I even saw quite a few old MM artists thinking of coming back just because of him lmao

That's the power this man holds.

Alright, my incessant ramblings aside, this CG looks absolutely ethereal. And it's pretty much intentional. Goes in line with Unknown's aesthetic, too. I know we all love to lovingly call him the king of edge that he is, but from what we see of him? He'll probably put you in something similar. He is your guardian angel, after all. The one who will lead you to a true paradise you couldn't even hope to reach by yourself. He is your loving shepherd, and you are his precious lamb.

The placement of Unknown in such a graceful environment makes sense.

So, Unknown's cake has strawberries AND blueberries on it. No wonder many people instantly remembered the birthday CG from two years ago! It's a nice and interesting comeback. Once again, redirecting you to @marshmallowprotection analysis post for the in-depth on it, because she lays it out beautifully! I'll just say that it's intriguing to note that besides strawberries, blueberries appear to be another confirmed favorite of Saeran's. I know I love my blueberries.

Here's to hoping that this is a fake cake, because if I see food drowning like that, I would riot, no matter how beautiful and enticing Unknown may look 😔 You're eating that cake, mister! You are not wasting it for a pretty aesthetic!! It also begs the question who made the cake in the first place, and Kait puts out a very interesting thought that this is, in fact, a photoshoot. It's also comforting to think that MC was behind it. Just because I'm a sucker for the idea of Unknown getting spoiled for once in his lifetime. He also seemed to be rather yearning in his birthday chats that you can purchase, so it's a sweet thought for me.

MC is absolutely gorgeous here. I have zero complaints. Unknown is one lucky man, and he knows it. Her skin is perfectly complimented by that shade of pink, and she looks like a nymph or something. I also love how flowy the dress is. You can just tell how soft that fabric is to the touch, and I am on my knees both for this MC and the artist for all their hard work. Also!!! MC has an actual eye visible for once! Always a nice and rare surprise.

The dress is pretty revealing, too, and I couldn't stop giggling once I actually noticed that. What can I say? Unknown knows his tastes, and I sure respect him for that. As I said in another post, her lap is definitely not the only thing he lays his head on, and I am, frankly, jealous of him.

All that to say.... guys. MC is just a stand-in. She doesn't look like 90% of the player base. Heck, I look nothing like this MC! Please don't be discouraged just by how she appears in certain CG's! There are plenty of guys, queer folks and women who look nothing like her, who love and adore Saeran as a character. And you know what? All of you would be loved and appreciated by Saeran. Whatever weight, whatever gender, whatever skin color you are. Your own unique appearance will make you just as ethereal next to him. Because it's you.

Saeran has the same love for you as you have for him. Unknown included!

Now onto the man himself..... God.... how gorgeous he is...... I know I felt like I was falling in love with him all over again when I saw him, pfft-

Who is Unknown without his belts and chokers? Once again, Unknown knows what he likes, and I respect the hell out of it. You go king!

Need I say that they gave him freaking EARRINGS???? I know I wouldn't be freaking out about that as much, if it wasn't a fan thing for years. And now he gets the earrings we all knew he deserves in canon. Life could be a dream.

He also has a cross. Which is a rather... interesting choice. Once again, @marshmallowprotection goes over it in detail in her post. Another fun personal interpretation I had (bc I love giving a darker vibe to things) is that perhaps this image is taken after Saeyoung got captured by Mint Eye. Unknown takes and wears his brother's cross as a mockery of his brother's faith and as a declaration of his triumph. I must say, though, that's, like.... 99% not what is intended here, and just my personal fun musings.

I also find it both hot and hilarious that Unknown has his shirt open like that. He saw his brother's CG and went: 'oh hell no, I can do better'. He's so extra, and I adore him. I also don't think he's muscular here???? He's not depicted as broad or buff. I think people just misinterpret the art style a bit. He doesn't really have any prominent muscle here, and it looks significantly different to Saeyoung's CG. I think the artist just either didn't have much time to flesh it out (an issue Kait goes in detail over), or they had trouble with depicting what they wanted to depict. Or I'm just talking out of my ass here, and they really did make him jacked, but my eyes will continue to willfully choose to not see that 😔

All that to say, I definitely went feral over this guy showing so much skin, and the desire to BITE is strong with this one.

He'll be on my mind first the rest of the year. What an absolute treat.

It's so much like Unknown to be all snazzy and cordial with you. I love how they showcased his mannerisms here. It's irrelevant whether you interpret it as cunning or genuinely affectionate here. That smirk is very much Unknown, and we all know it. I wanna smooch his cheeks so bad. Kait also went over the flower analysis in her post, so I highly advice you to check it out!!

In summary, I couldn't be happier with what we got this year. This is everything I ever wanted and more. Will be definitely writing individual pieces for these, because how can I not?

[password-door-lock]

Unknown has a complicated relationship with sleep. 

He's always tired, but he never wants to admit that he needs to sleep. If you try to explain to him that everybody has to sleep at some point, he’ll only get annoyed with you. Who do you think you are to tell him what he needs? The way he sees it, he’s basically a machine anyway, so shouldn’t he at least get the benefits associated with a mechanical existence? But instead, every few days, his body forces him to sleep until his nightmares wake him up. 

He tries to stave it off as long as he can with caffeine, sugar, and cold showers. Sometimes, he’ll ask you to wake him up if he falls asleep in front of his computer— he’s never pleased about it when you refuse, but he also never retaliates. He doesn’t have the energy, and besides— at least he knows that you won’t hurt him or take advantage of his vulnerable state even when he tells you to.

Eventually, though, he has to sleep. He doesn’t like the thought of leaving you alone in the intelligence room when he’s unconscious elsewhere— what if some believer comes in and you say something misguided that makes you wind up in the basement? What if the Savior comes by and decides to question you about Unknown’s inactivity? There are simply too many variables to account for. The easiest solution, of course, is to sleep when you sleep, although it goes without saying that he'll be waking up before you. In Unknown's opinion, you spend far too long just laying there and nowhere near enough time helping him with his revenge.

You try to baby him even on his good nights. You bring him the best, most filling dinners you can throw together with the ingredients in the kitchen; these are usually accompanied by hot beverages to counteract the biting cold of the intelligence room. You’re about the only person (aside from the Savior, of course) from whom he would accept a mysterious drink, but Unknown has to admit that he enjoys the sweet vanilla chamomile that you always serve him. Though his rational mind knows that he can’t afford to take long breaks from his work, his body is soothed by the tea. 

If he’s exhausted enough, Unknown might agree to lay down with his head in your lap and let you play with his hair as he falls asleep. It’s easy for him to spin this position as a power move— obviously, you’re giving him this attention because like him, right? You wouldn't do anything like this for any of those bastards in the RFA. You’re trying to show him affection, to thank him for saving you— Unknown can allow that. Besides, it feels nice, and isn't he allowed to enjoy simple pleasures like this in between finishing his work? It's basically the same thing as eating ice cream or sending cryptic texts in hacked RFA chatrooms.

He likes falling asleep to the sound of your voice. You can even lull him back to sleep after he’s woken up from a nightmare, if you play your cards right. Tell him how good he is while you pet his hair, but don’t you dare breathe a word to him about it when he wakes up in the morning (or, more likely, in the middle of the night). After the fact, he feels a lot less powerful and a lot more pathetic, especially if there was a nightmare involved. The thought of whimpering and whining at you when he wasn’t awake enough to stop himself makes Unknown feel a little sick. Secretly, he's grateful for both your care and your discretion, though you'd never get him to admit it aloud.

He doesn’t want to want any kind of comfort, but the more time he spends with you, the less frequently he refuses when you offer. You might even be able to get him to let you read to him— entertainment as a concept is entirely foreign to Unknown, so it’ll take him a while to figure out what kind of stories he likes to hear. Really, what he likes best is the sound of your voice and the fact that you actually listen when he expresses a boundary or a preference. If you ask very nicely and you’re very lucky, he’ll even let you kiss him on the forehead as he drifts off into dreamland. 

Even if he still only gets a few hours of sleep each night, at least he’s resting better than he was before you came to him.

[mxsticmess]

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[momomallowart]

ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ🌹💗 my love 💗

[elvendara]

12 Days of Yoosung

Day 7 Gaming Yoosung/Hangout with Yoosung

(7 Mar ’25)

[Cheating on this one since I don't have time to write something new. I wrote this for Yooran Week 2017. I'm sure many of you haven't read it yet, lol. It's a long one so putting a "read more".]

Saeran let himself into Yoosung’s apartment. He had not wanted to use his key, but after several doorbell rings and knocks, Yoosung had not responded. He was sure he was home, they’d been texting while Saeran had been on his way over. He was worried now, and the silence didn’t help with his anxiety.

“Yoosung?” he called out. The light over the small kitchenette was on, he walked over and set the ice cream in the freezer. He called out again. Down the hall a light was flickering, Saeran let out a sigh of relief, he must be playing LOLOL and his headphones were on. He laughed at his fear. Yoosung knew Saeran had a key, no wonder he had not been listening for the knock. He walked into the bedroom, ready to surprise Yoosung, maybe lay a kiss on his neck. But the room was empty as well. The laptop was on, LOLOL clearly logged in, but Yoosung was nowhere in the small room.

“Yoosung?” he scanned the room, there was nowhere Yoosung could hide from Saeran. He was about to walk out and check the bathroom when he heard his name being called. He turned around quickly, “Yoosung?” he questioned again, looking around, confused.

“Saeran! Saeran over here! The laptop! HEY!!” the sound was low but Saeran could clearly make out Yoosung’s words. The laptop? He walked towards it and he stopped when he saw a very terrified Yoosung slamming his fists against the monitor, on the inside. He was in the game!

“Oh my god! Yoosung!” Saeran pulled back the chair and sat heavily.

“Saeran! Thank god! You have to help me!”

“How? How did this happen? Yoosung, are you really in there?” Saeran pressed his fingers into the monitor but they hit the hard surface. He tried to pry at the edges, but it didn’t do anything.

“I don’t know! One second I was playing, waiting for you to get here, and the next thing I know, I’m standing on hard cracked earth, dressed like my avatar! I’ve been fighting off monsters, and walking, but, I haven’t found a safe place to rest! You have to help me!”

“What? How?” Saeran screamed at the image. Yoosung turned away from the monitor as a large ratlike creature screeched as it dashed towards Yoosung. He pulled out his weapon and smashed the creature over and over, it never got near him. Saeran’s heart raced as he watched his boyfriend almost get eaten by a fictional monster.

“Yoosung!” he banged on the laptop, his hands curling into fists.

“I’m, I’m ok.” Yoosung exhaled. “Listen, I think if I can finish the current quest I was on, I can get out of here.”

“Ok, um, how can I help?” Saeran was out of his element, he scanned the keyboard and mouse, not sure if he should touch any of it.

“Well, I’m going to need you to help me use my special abilities, I can’t seem to do them on my own. And I think I need you to select items from my inventory, because my bags are empty. Try to select a healing potion.”

“Are you hurt?” Saeran asked, worried.

“No, no, just, just do it Saeran. The button is on the lower right-hand side, see the bag icon? Remember me showing it to you that one time?”

“Uh, yeah. Ok, yeah, I found it, ok, what do I do?”

“Click it and it will open up, the healing potion is green, hover over it and you should be able to just take one.”

“Oh, yeah, I see it, there, did you get it?” Saeran eyed Yoosung.

He watched as he reached into the bag at his hip and came away with a small green glass vial. Yoosung broke into a smile and held it up. “Got it! You did great Saeran! Thank you.” Saeran sighed in relief, at least he was able to help Yoosung.

“Ok, I need you to practice some special moves. You’ll need the mouse and your fingers on the W, A, S, and D keys, got that?”

Saeran kept his hand on the mouse and made sure his other hand was over the specified letters. “Ok.”

“Alright.” Yoosung turned his back to the monitor and took out his two-handed hammer. “I’m going to swing over my head, I need you to hold down the left mouse button and alternate the W and D buttons until I tell you to stop, ok?”

“Uh, I guess! Sure, ready.”

“Ok, NOW!” Yoosung swung his hammer and Saeran pressed the left mouse button and alternated the W and D buttons as fast as he could. On the screen, he saw Yoosung’s hammer spin him around, lifting him into the air and landing safely on the other side of the would-be target. Yoosung screamed in exhilaration and told Saeran to stop. He did. Saeran’s heart was racing a mile a minute and all he’d done was press a couple of buttons.

He watched as Yoosung did a dancing jig and laughed at his nerd boyfriend. Suddenly a large creature appeared behind Yoosung.

“Yoosung! Look out! Behind you!” Yoosung turned and was bowled over by the massive flying crow. It appeared to have no legs and mostly slithered around the ground, but flapped its wings to get some lift off the ground. He saw Yoosung on the ground as the crow lifted and turned for another assault.

“Get up!” Yoosung remained on the ground, he tried to push himself up but the crow’s body hid him from Saeran. Saeran slammed his hands on the mouse and keyboard, hitting buttons and clicking everywhere. The crow dove towards what Saeran assumed was Yoosung. His eyes went wide, tears streaking down his face. “YOOSUNG!”

A loud whoosh sounded from the speakers and a hole appeared on the crow’s back, a flash of light breaking through. Yoosung slid out from under the crow and back to his feet. He was panting and holding his side.

Saeran was so relieved, he almost fell off the chair. He placed his fingers over Yoosung’s bedraggled figure. He watched as Yoosung took out the healing potion again and drank. The crow disappeared and Yoosung once again looked clean and pristine.

“That was a close one!” Yoosung grinned and gave Saeran a thumbs up.

Saeran shook his head, he felt queasy! “Yoosung, I don’t know if I can do this!”

Yoosung took a few steps towards the monitor and appeared to look right into Saeran’s eyes. “Yes you can! I need you Saeran!”

Saeran nodded, “Ok, fine, but, I’m calling Saeyoung.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if it’s a quest you need to finish, he will be able to protect you better than I can.”

“You’re right! Good thinking Saeran, ok, I’ll keep walking towards the dungeon then.” Yoosung turned and started walking, the camera followed him. Saeran kept an eye on the blonde as he contacted Saeyoung.

“Hey ho! What’s up bro?!” Saeyoung answered on the second ring.

“Saeyoung! Uh, well, I…I need you to log into LOLOL! NOW!”

“What? Is there a raid? Who’s the big boss? The loot? Is it good? Wait, you don’t play LOLOL, what gives?”

“Just, do it ok? I’ll stay on the line.”

“Ok, ok, hold on…babe, Saeran needs me to log onto LOLOL.” Saeran heard Saeyoung talking to MC. MC’s response was to scoff, “If you want to game with Yoosung, you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying! Tell her Saeran!” he heard some movement and crackling coming through the line.

“Saeran?” MC’s voice cut through.

“Yeah, it’s me, he’s not lying, I…I just need him to log on, hopefully not for long. I’ll explain when he gets on, ok?”

“Uh, sure, I guess, is everything alright Saeran? You don’t sound so good.”

“No, it’s not, but, I’ll explain…”

“When he’s logged on. Alright, here’s Saeyoung again….put it on speaker Saeyoung.”

“I’m in bro, what am I looking for?” There was an echo to Saeyoung’s voice now that he was on speaker.

“Uh, I’ll put you on speaker too.” Saeran hit the button and set his phone by the laptop.

“Yoosung, Saeyoung’s in the game, he’s on speaker.”

“Saeyoung? Where is your character right now?” he asked.

“In Festoon, I was crafting the last time I was logged in. Why?”

“Can you make your way to the Xynthian Dungeon? Make sure to pick up that quest when you pass through Lothen, or you won’t be able to go in.”

“I know that Yoosung, but, why do I want to do that dungeon quest? It’s way below my skill level!” he laughed.

“Just, do it Saeyoung, please, I’ll meet you at the entrance.

“Ok, ok, I’m going. What is this about anyway?”

“Uh, well,” Saeran sighed, he was not going to believe him, but, “Yoosung somehow got stuck in the game. He’s there in his physical body, and he thinks if he can finish this quest, he might be able to get back out.” Saeran rattled quickly.

After a few seconds, he could hear Saeyoung and MC both laughing.

“Jesus guys! Are you trying to prank me? It isn’t a very good one!”

“Just, keep going Saeyoung, you’ll see when you get there.” Saeran was exasperated. He watched Yoosung fearfully, his hands on the mouse and keyboard, waiting for any instructions from Yoosung should he need him. So far, he had not been attacked.

“Oh, I have to get in on this!” he heard MC.  After a few minutes, she heard MC excitedly exclaim that she already had the quest and would take her less than a minute to get to the dungeon because she could travel faster on her mount.

After five more minutes, Yoosung could finally see the entrance to the dungeon. There were some avatars waiting outside, as there often were, people waiting to be invited, or waiting for their party before entering.

He saw MC’s avatar and his heart began to race, maybe he would be able to get out of this in one piece.

“MC!” Yoosung waved and hugged her avatar, but of course, it could not react to him like a real person.

“FUCK! Saeyoung! Look!” MC screamed.

“Oh my god! Yoosung! You’re really in there!” Saeyoung was astonished.

“Of course I am, I told you! It was strange, his voice was coming out of the speakers on both their computers and from the phone between them.

“Shit!” Saeyoung sat back down and began in earnest to head towards the dungeon.

Once they met up they made a plan for MC to keep Yoosung alive, at the expense of her and Saeyoung. Saeyoung would take all the aggro, he had plenty of spells to keep the mobs on him and only him. Yoosung would hit and run, not focusing on any one mob, so that he would not accidentally steal Saeyoung’s aggro. MC would stay back and cast from afar, keeping an eye on Yoosung’s health meter. Once they reached the big boss, Saeyoung would be the only one to enter the area, keeping MC and Yoosung out of area of effect range. Yoosung had wards he could use on Saeyoung, and debuffs he could cast on the boss. He would concentrate on that, while MC would concentrate on healing and damage over time spells on the boss.

“We ready?” Saeyoung asked. MC and Yoosung both said yes.

Saeyoung clicked on the swirling door in front of him and they were sucked into the dungeon. The mobs that came at them in the beginning were small and took little effort to kill them and sweep them aside. As they progressed into the labyrinth of the dungeon, the mobs became bigger and more difficult, however, for Saeyoung, they were nothing. His armor and weapons were the best in the game.

Saeran watched, terrified as each new swarm of enemies descended on them. Yoosung had asked him to fill his bag with some potions, but otherwise, he had been no help really. Saeyoung seemed to be invincible, his health was still at 100%, even though he was taking a beating.

“Saeran?” Yoosung’s voice came through the speakers.

“Yes, I’m here Yoosung.” Yoosung smiled towards the monitor and held up his hand.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I’m not doing anything Yoosung! You should be thanking Saeyoung and MC.”

“I do, I mean, yes, I’m thankful for them, but, I don’t think I could be so calm through this if it wasn’t for you. Don’t worry ok? I’ll be fine, and, we can have that ice cream when I get back?”

“Ok, but, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go when I have you back in my arms.”

Saeyoung snickered and Saeran heard what was probably MC punching him.

“In that case, why don’t you just move in with me?” Yoosung said, his voice low and hesitant.

“Ohumph.” Saeyoung was cut off abruptly, again, Saeran was sure it was because of MC, had she punched him in the stomach? He was speechless, had Yoosung just asked him to move in with him through LOLOL?

“I…I’d…um, yes, I’d like that, I’d like that very much.” He was blushing, brushing his fingertips over Yoosung’s image again, tears in his eyes. Everything was going to be alright, he told himself. Yoosung was going to escape, and they would live together. He could go to bed with Yoosung, he could wake up with Yoosung, he could see Yoosung every day!

He could see that Yoosung was also beet red, but soon enough his attention was taken by another wave of monsters. He swung his hammer as Saeyoung flashed his swords in a dual wield stance. They circled and slashed as his body turned and stepped through the mobs with an easy stride. MC cast her spells, rending the mobs apart with lightning spears from above. Yoosung’s hammer carved pieces from the clay figures and smashed them into the ground. He looked tired and haggard. While the mobs were rather easy to dispose of, his body was working harder than it had ever worked before.

MC cast a spell and it settled over Yoosung, giving him strength and renewed health. He nodded to her in thanks, and they moved on.

They rested outside the arena of the big boss, Yoosung cast all his wards on all of them, and MC cast some healing shields on them as well. Saeyoung used some of his trinkets to gain added speed and agility, he would need it for this boss. He was fast, and there was little time to escape his area of effect spells when you noticed he was casting.

“Ok, here we go!”

Saeran was biting his nails, his eyes wide and terrified. What happened if Yoosung died in there? Would he die for real? What would happen to his body? Would it stay there? Or would it materialize here. He slammed his palms against his head, dislodging those negative thoughts, but he held his breath as they entered the final boss area.

It was a mammoth human shaped mob with hands ending in hammers bigger than all three of them combined. Its head was piglike, its belly giant rolls of fat. Its legs were massive and powerful looking, it’s feet more like hooves.

Yoosung began to hyperventilate.

“Take deep breathes Yoosung, remember, you just need to stay outside of its ring ok?” Mc tried to comfort him, but she couldn’t imagine how she would feel if she had to look up into that thing and know you had to fight it.

“You can do this Yoosung, I’m waiting for you!” Yoosung heard Saeran’s voice and he straightened up and clenched his jaw. He had to do this. He only hoped that he was right and he would again be able to see Saeran. If he did, he was done with LOLOL, and was never going to let go of Saeran, never, never, ever again!

He waited for Saeyoung to begin the battle, once he had entered into the aggro area and the behemoth started attacking him, Yoosung hit him with all of the debuff spells he had. He asked Saeran to drop some poison potions into his bag and he dipped the tips of his arrows into it, using his rarely used bow on the boss. MC kept an eye on Saeyoung’s health meter and kept him well above the halfway point. If he died they would be close behind.

Saeyoung dodged and darted, this way and that. His swords scissoring across the boss’s body almost continuously. He did not try to stay safe, trusting in MC to keep him alive. He ran through the boss’s legs and slashed its shins. He turned quickly and ran his blades across the ankles. The boss buckled, but did not fall. Saeyoung ran to safety when he noticed the boss starting his area of effect spell, he barely made it outside of its range, that was close. But he sent his avatar back in, slashing away with its blades. The boss was riddled with arrows and lighting bolts were hitting it from above. It seemed to take forever, but Saeran was pretty sure it had lasted less than five minutes. Soon enough, the boss was down and Yoosung was cheering.

Saeran’s heart stopped, he was still there. Soon enough, Yoosung stopped celebrating and stared down at himself. He sighed, tears springing to his eyes, he looked up, “I’m sorry Saeran!” he cried.

Saeran was shaking his head, no, it couldn’t end this way! There had to be something else they could try.

Yoosung bowed his head and buried his face into his hands. MC and Saeyoung were silent, reaching out to each other.

MC suddenly gasped. Yoosung was disappearing from the bottom up. Saeran leaned in, watching as Yoosung’s form vanished from the screen, the last thing he saw was Yoosung’s large lavender eyes, wide and frightened.

“Saeran?” Saeran fell from the chair he had been precariously perched on and turned around, scrambling to his feet. Yoosung stood behind him, a bewildered look on his face.

“Did I, was that…ahh…” he fell, his body unable to hold him up. Saeran was there, catching him before he hit the ground.

“I got you! I’ll always catch you!”

Yoosung smiled and reached his hand up to caress Saeran’s cheek. In the background, they could hear MC and Saeyoung cheering. But in the bedroom, there was only Yoosung and Saeran, and the world was right again.

[mors-neptune]

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi Headcanons I Have

‼️⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️‼️

• Has ADHD but if anyone brings it up he brushes it off because he thinks it makes him lesser. He’s not ableist he just needs to be educated :(

• I know in the official art he’s pretty pale but I hc him as having tanner skin and some freckles

• Has an undiagnosed personality disorder probably

• Too paranoid to go to church in person so he made a personal shrine in his home that he makes sure to spend time at

• Hates seeing his father on TV because it reminds him how similar they look. He’ll go into a weeks long depression every time where he’ll avoid mirrors because all he sees is his mother and father

• Loves cross dressing but is too scared to think deeply and self reflect about the gender euphoria it gives him because Korea isn’t very accepting

• Hated college because he felt like it was too structured and he doesn’t like being told what to do

• His favorite color is red (obviously)

• Doesn’t want or have any tattoos

• Most of the decor in his house was handmade impulsively and placed somewhere random

• Ultimately wants to move out of the bunker and into a more realistic house with no sci-fi-like doorbells or weapons but his paranoia stops him

• Sometimes stays up till the morning watching security cams in and around the bunker out of fear someone will try and hurt Saeran or MC

• Loves the dopamine hit that buying new cars gives him. It’s almost addicting impulse buying expensive things

• Desperately needs someone to match his neurodivergentness and thankfully his twin brother does perfectly

• His glasses are constantly dirty he never cleans those mfs

• Likes to paint his nails black but it’s always cracked and messed up

• Him and Saeran made up a secret language that they refuse to teach anyone else, even MC

• Welded flowers and spray painted them for him and MC’s anniversary (Saeran told him which flowers to make bc he knows their meanings)

• MC’s engagement ring is a Ruby (to represent Saeyoung) and whatever stone is MC’s favorite swirling together to look like a binary star system

• We know in his route that he has muscles because of his work, but after he runs from the agency, MC noticed some of his bulkiness going away

• But he still keeps a lot of his muscle, he just has some more squishiness around his torso

• Regrets his bunker not having windows because he knows Saeran loves looking at the sky

• Builds a garden in his backyard for Saeran :)

• Too paranoid to get a therapist so one of his more toxic traits is using MC as a therapist

• Goes through periods of not sharing anything emotionally with MC & sharing way too much and borderline dumping all his shit on them

• Has bad abandonment issues

• Loves experimenting with makeup and showing Saeran and MC

• Has both an inferiority and superiority complex

• Owns an obsessive amount of stuffed animals and yes, they all have names

• Idk if this is canon or not but he has curly hair

• I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this already but I hc him as bisexual (he literally mentioned at some point that V’s voice was his type)

• And since it’s basically canon he at least finds V attractive and V is more of a parental/guardian figure to him, I can conclude Saeyoung 100% has daddy issues (duh)

• Has had feelings for Vanderwood at some point

• Horrible at personal hygiene

• Doesn’t drink or do drugs (canon)

• He’s a compulsive liar :/

• Wants a cat but is so bad at taking care of himself he doesn’t trust himself taking care of an animal

• Has staff constellation, and planet stickers & posters all over his room (he’s a nerd)

• Learns sign language so when he’s mad at MC or Saeran he only communicates through sign to piss them off

• Wayyyyyyy too comfy invading people’s personal and cyber privacy because of his line of work

• Lactose intolerant because I think it’s funny

• Light sleeper because of the house he grew up in and his work at the agency

• Kind of apathetic to traumatic things other people go through if it wasn’t as “bad” as his. Not in a “I think I’m better than you” kind of way, but in a way where some issues just don’t compare to an abusive, alcoholic mother, a politician father who wants to kill him, being a secret agent made to do who knows what, and more.

• Catches up on childhood by indulging in childish hobbies and interests. He’s making up for the lost time :(

• His tummy always hurts from his horrible diet

• His cologne smells like apple spice (it’s actually a perfume for women but who cares)

• But tbh on the daily he smells like a mix of his basic masculine body wash, honey buddah chips, and grease (sorry)

• Very protective. Takes on a caretaker role for those closest to him

• Sometimes very controlling. Gets anxious when he can’t control everything around him.

• Acts very parental towards Saeran. He always did because he had to in their childhood, but Saeyoing still does it. It makes him feel good being able to properly provide for Saeran.

• He mentioned in his route that he never really wanted or thought about having a family other than Saeran, and I feel like he would still think the same after meeting MC. Just now he thinks of his family as just him, Saeran, and MC. I don’t think he’d want kids

• Literally never cleans his sheets…

• Can only convince himself to clean anything in his house because he doesn’t want Saeran to have to live in filth again

My first post. I just wanted to share these :)

[k4txlulzz]

[not a ship post.]

mystic messenger 707 after ending secret endings are better than whatever happens with the twins in another story . saeran is allowed to be human and not a perfect little baby boy who is hyper-dependent on mc(the girl who he met a few days ago) . he gets rehabilitated by his twin brother who is the one person who has and will always understand him most(they are a lot more similar and mirror each other more than some ppl think). people say this saeran doesn't have enough agency but truth is he was not in the right state to make decisions and in ray's route and after ending it's just mc doing it instead of saeyoung anyway. again, saeyoung is the person who knows whats best for him, not mc. additionally, seven goes through exact same mental struggles as his brother(example: suicidal tendencies + inferiority and guilt complexes) and its BECAUSE of the fact that he overcame them that he can reassure his brother properly. furthermore, saeran mirrors his twin's way of thinking when he basically asks himself "do i deserve this good ending?"

this route also has the most correct characterization of seven that, unlike another story stuff(ray AE especially lol), does not paint saeyoung as the aggressive bad boy twin . that whole thing with him being feral when it comes to protecting his brother and standing up to the agency + his dad + v is something i do love but it is, again, used to make him "the angry troublemaker one" . he gets tortured for two weeks straight for god's sake and saeran not only isnt allowed to have a proper reaction to it but sae just quickly recovers like nothing AND is "not nice" for not forgiving the dude who just did all that to him, apparently😭to give cheritz the benefit of the doubt, this maybe could be chalked up to seven thinking lowly of himself again but that's debatable

secret ending choi twins>>>>>>>>>

even though i love them being sweet in another story and i still think it is a very happy ending for twins, it isn't the right characterization

[issacballsac]

Wishes to Unknown

Unknown/Saeran Choi

Male Reader

Joining the RFA had been nothing short of a fever dream to you

To anyone with an ounce of sanity even

So the <<Hi!>> of the very person responsible for your forceful recruitment into this organisation wasn’t exactly welcomed

<<Long time no see. We chatted before, remember?>>

With reluctant annoyance you did the very thing that got you in trouble at the start, responding.

<<Yep, what exactly are you messaging me for now?>>

<<Thanks to your help back then, I could preform my task without trouble.>>

<<Glad I could help🫂; you wouldn’t happen to be telling me what said task is/was?>>

<<Anyways. I told you I’m studying abroad, remember? But if you don’t it can’t be helped.>>

<<Yes I understand but why should I care about any of this?>>

<<Well—um…I’ll be back in Korea today. Remember I told you I’ll make it up to you if you help me? :)>>

<<So…>>

<<I’m not sure if I’m liking where this is going..>>

<<Do you have time today? Why don’t you join me to see the sky tonight? I have what I like to call a haven of sorts where I come whenever I visit Korea.>>

<<I’d love to go there with you.>>

<<Honestly, today is my birthday and you’re the only one who could properly congratulate it for me.>>

<<I promise you won’t regret it.>>

<<You have such a way with words—I almost forgot what happened last time you invited me to a mysterious location.>>

<<Look—>>

<<If you come to me. I’ll make it a VERY pleasant day for you. I even made you a crown with red roses. :)>>

<<Still not convinced dude. Bc if I get added to another group chat after this I will delete this app.>>

<<Okay ok; I’ll bring ice cream, Yk with summer it’s getting hot. We can also watch popular films? I’ll get everything ready I promise.>>

<<Youll join me, won’t you? I’ll be waiting for you.>>

UNKNOWN has left the chatroom

Every instinct in your body spiritual and physical told you not to go to the location sent to your phone.

BUT

Curiosity couldn’t kill the cat twice, could it?

Simply walking out of the apartment with your current attire as the event wasn’t that special to you; you began your search of the park.

The park was sparsely populated from the locator position the greatly mysterious UNKNOWN had graciously granted you

None matched the original picture he sent all those weeks ago

“Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair and green eyes.” You repeated as if it were a mantra looking over the same groups of people.

“Looking for me, my prince?”

“Indeed I was my dearest catfish. That’s obviously not you in the pictures.”

Almost unbothered by the comment he maintained eye contact, “Yes, well my identity is somewhat of a secret. Please try to understand, I can’t simply go throwing my image everywhere.”

“Sure sure. Anyways, happy birthday…Unknown? Got a name I can call you?”

“I’m a bit reluctant to say—no, it should be fine. Call me..”

“Shall I call you my stalking prince?”

His eyebrows furrowed towards his eyes, “If you’ll let me finish.”

“Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

Firmly clearing his throat, “It’s Saeran. But don’t go yelling it everywhere and definitely not to the RFA.”

“I won’t, I promise. But I really like your name, it’s nice to actually learn something about you.”

“Well you already know a lot. I’m not the guy from the photo, I hacked your phone on certain occasions, I like ice cream, and now you even know my name.”

“Yes we could almost get married with how much I know about you.”

“Though you are beautiful if you don’t mind the compliment. You’re not such a weirdo either, even if you did trick me into joining a strange charity.”

“Yes you make me sound SO amazing and dreamy.”

Taking a bite from out of his ice cream cone, “Yes, because you are, and I am totally not speaking out of my ass when I say this.”

“Enough of the chatting, I was promise a nice a pleasant day, so, show the way.”

Snickering slightly, Saeran stopped himself from reaching for you hand and opted for a follow-the-leader route.

On a secluded hill, a blanket lay bare with a singular unbranded laptop at the centre. A brown woven basket sat not far from the main attraction.

“Birthday picnic?”

He sat down calmly on the blanket. Lightly yet rapidly clicking on the keys of the keyboard.

The soft white light beamed against his already pale face, “Any suggestions for a movie?”

“I thought we were starting gazing.”

He quirked a brow at your remark.

“The constellation I want to see isn’t out yet. In the meantime won’t you accompany me?”

A small rotation of movies was shown before you both ultimately decided to just wait.

“Sae look! Isn’t that the constellation you wanted to see?”

His eyes snapped up as the stars aligned perfectly. A small smile was rapidly tugging at his face. “Sae?”

“A—sorry, it was just shorter.”

“I don’t mind it.”

Readjusting yourself on the mat, you took another spoonful of the mass amount of mint ice cream your newly acquired partner brought.

“Hey, so do you like—wish on the constellations? Or is it just the individual stars?”

“I’d call you stupid, but, I don’t know myself.”

“Here. I’ll wish you another happy birthday for each one of the stars in the constellation.”

“That’s a lot of stars you know?”

“I have all night and tomorrow morning.”

An actual laugh escaped from him, a laugh that had been held in for years it seemed. A pure and genuine expression.

“You know…there are better ice cream flavours than mint.”

“Don’t ruin my birthday. Please.”

This was based off of his 2019 birthday event

@viernane

[marshmallowprotection]

Can I request se saeran hurt/comfort with an MC that's scared to tell him she's in love with him and his system? Tyyyy

SE Saeran is afraid of love. He's afraid to accept it for what it is, and why wouldn't he be scared to open his heart? Every time he trusted someone new, they left him alone, and no matter the reason behind their departure, it left Saeran in a place where he had no choice but to wonder if it was his fault... his fault for trusting them with the soft, gentle part of himself that didn't know how to do anything but trust the people who smiled at him and said it would be okay in the end.

It was okay, if you consider surviving a nightmare for half a decade in a cult that taught him to believe he was a weapon built for causalities and destruction, "okay". If you consider that to be okay, perhaps, you may also consider the brief moment of freedom good, after spending his childhood locked away by rope and key with no hope to get out of there without his big brother, okay.

There's a part of him that believes a moment of freedom, sun on his face, and grass between his toes was crueler than the years of pain and suffering. Because... knowing what it felt like to be a free man, if only briefly, to have it snatched away once again was a joke. It made his existence feel like a cruel joke, as if God only allowed him to live a life on Earth to be some sort of cosmic punchline.

Even to this day, he's struggling with his sense of autonomy since he has a limited range of choice over his life.

But, you know what?

Being with you? Sitting down at the park with his head on your lap while neither of you say a single word, you just bask in the moment for what it is. He can never feel wholly safe, but being with you is as close as it gets. He can't always tell you how he feels, words aren't a simple thing, after all. Words can be empty, they fall in an instant as easily as a promise can, so he finds himself valuing action more than anything else.

You understand him like nobody else does, and he doesn't have to try to be something he's not. He gets to be himself... he gets to exist. He doesn't know how to phrase that feeling into words, that's why it's so much easier for him to sit down with you, rest his head against your shoulder, and fall asleep.

Maybe it's hard for you to understand how a person feels about you if they don't say it, maybe you feel insecure in your darkest moments because there's always a question of:

What if he doesn't love me the way I love him?

You don't need to be afraid of that. Because, for you to have fallen in love with him, you would've had to have been his friend first, and that takes months... not days... not weeks. He needed time to warm up to you, to know you as a friend he could trust, and for you to be his best friend, that means he already cares about you more than he thought he could care about another person in his heart that seemed as cold as ice.

Don't be afraid to tell him.

Saeran Choi trusting you enough to be his friend already means his heart is open to yours if you want.

If you cry to him, pouring your heart out, he may have a strained look on his face, but it's not because he doesn't like you. It's because he's just as much in love with you, and he doesn't know how to express it outside of offering you his open arms. If you're willing to put up with a lifetime of him, trauma and all, he's willing to take a risk on being vulnerable once more.

[bluejay-writes]

On the benefits of Eavesdropping...

Rating: E for Everyone Relationships: Yoosung/Jumin, Yoosung/Seven Wordcount: 4632 Summary: Yoosung lives a charmed life as Jumin Han's assistant by Day, and the Choi Twins' roommate by night. That is, until he eavesdrops on a certain conversation... Author's Notes: This fic is a gift for CopySpaghetti, thanks for participating in Fandom Trumps Hate 2025!!

“Sevennn! Again?” Yoosung pouted as his kart racer sped over the finish line at number two.

“Of course, I have to get those gold stars! I only get all three if I win every race in a cup.” Seven said, and Yoosung laughed as the ginger leaned over and bumped into his shoulder.

The usual banter and gaming was exactly what he needed after a long day of work for his confusing, demanding, yet surprisingly reasonable boss: Jumin. The man had come a long way from the overbearing boss that drove Jaehee to quit and start a cafe with MC, but even with what felt like an entire fleet of assistants answering to him, sometimes the work still felt overwhelming. When he took the job he’d started calling Jaehee a few times a week just to check in - usually he got to hear something sappy that MC did for her, but often she’d ask him questions about his work, and he could tell she was making sure that Jumin was treating him right.

Normally this time of night would see him complaining and packing up to go home, but he was home. He’d moved in to live with Seven and Saeran, not in Seven’s bunker but in a little house just outside of downtown. Seven wanted something less stressful than a bunker for his brother, and now that he was no longer working for the agency, he said there was no need to hide so thoroughly anymore. There had been a spare room, and it was cheaper than trying to find an apartment for himself after college. Sure, it was a bit of a train ride to work in the morning, but that gave him time to play his phone games before he needed to put on his reliable work face and stop thinking about games all day.

Yoosung was so distracted thinking about how he ended up here, he forgot to start the next course with a boost. He was going to get second again, he just knew it.

Yoosung knew he should have gone to bed. He could feel himself dozing off when it wasn’t his turn, but he wanted to stay up gaming with Seven. At some point, he stopped trying to stay awake, and heard a chuckle that almost roused him, then felt himself being lifted by strong, capable arms.

“Let’s get you to bed, sleepiest assistant.” Seven’s soft voice said above his head.

Ah. Seven decided to carry me to bed. He thought groggily, and snuggled into the chest he was leaned against. Soft.

Eventually, he heard soft rustling before he felt himself set carefully down in a bed - likely his own. Groggily, he thought he should thank Seven for being so kind, but he couldn’t get himself to move. Then he felt an odd feeling, soft and warm against his forehead, before Seven spoke again.

“Goodnight, Yoosung. Sweet dreams.”

The last thought he had before sleep claimed him was that he was pretty sure Seven had kissed his forehead.

Breakfast in the kitchen was the same as it always was. Yoosung didn’t want to admit to having been awake to notice Seven’s goodnight kiss to the forehead, but Seven also wasn’t saying anything at all about it. And so, apparently they were pretending nothing happened. Yoosung found himself wondering how many times Seven had kissed him goodnight. This wasn’t the first time he’d been carried to bed after gaming too long. Gaming, though…

“Maybe I should just stay home and game today.” Yoosung said into the companionable silence that had fallen over the kitchen.

“Ooh, we could play a whole campaign of something…” Seven said with a grin. “Maybe some co-op Olden Circle?”

“I heard the convenience store down the street just got a new batch of Honey Buddha chips in.” Yoosung said, getting more and more into the idea by the moment.

Seven was manic. “You know I always have PhD pepper ready for a marathon gaming session…” then he paused, and his face fell. “Wait, I have an important client coming by today, I really can’t miss them.”

Yoosung pouted, but considered his day for a moment. “Oh, yeah. Jumin has a long meeting planned over lunch that he actually wants me to attend. It’d be really bad if I missed that. At least the fact that it’s over lunch hour means that I might get to actually eat something. Or not, but Jumin’s been pretty good about making sure I have what I need so that I can properly take my breaks during the day.”

Seven grinned. “My baby’s sacrifice was worth something, if it means that your work life is healthier than Jaehee’s.”

“I still can’t believe Jumin crashed your car.” Yoosung shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

“If it weren’t for the wrecked baby, I wouldn’t believe it either. I’m just glad he came out of that unscathed. Imagine if he’d taken the Kimborghini instead of the street racer with the embedded roll cage?”

“I’d prefer not to imagine, thanks.” Yoosung said, and then looked at his watch. “Ah, shoot. Time to go.”

“Have a good day.” Saeran said from where he’d been sitting quietly at the counter, and Yoosung startled but waved. It wasn’t often that Seven’s snarky twin bothered to address him with words, but it’d been happening more and more often lately.

"Yes, absolutely, ma’am. Your appointment is scheduled with Director Han for Thursday the 12th at 2pm.” He chuckled at the cheerful voice on the other end of the line. “No, thank you .”

He set the handset down and looked up, startled to see Jumin standing in front of his desk. He held up a hand, finishing finalizing the meeting he’d just finished scheduling so that it would propagate properly through the system to the other assistants before addressing the man himself.

“What can I do for you, Director Han?”

Yoosung never allowed himself to be short on etiquette at the office. He was always conscious that he’d gotten this position because he was friends with Jumin outside of work, and he didn’t want to be considered a nepotism hire, regardless of his lack of relation.

“Lunch is set up, whenever you are ready.”

Yoosung blanched and looked at the time. “Is it that time already? Oh, I don’t know how I let the time get away from me.”

Jumin reached out a hand to forestall the anxiety spiral that was forthcoming.

“Please do not be anxious on my account, Mr. Kim. Everything is ready early, so I came to retrieve you. You are not late.”

Yoosung relaxed, and smiled. First crack at whatever the lunch option was? He really couldn’t argue with that.

Lunch was, of course… not in any fashion what he was expecting.

“What is this?” He asked, looking over the table set for two in Jumin’s office, and the extravagant lunch laid out in front of him. “I thought there was a meeting.”

“Lunch.” Jumin said simply. “For the two of us.”

“Just… the two of us?”

Jumin smiled, that warm, kind smile that he usually saved for Elizabeth the 3rd.

Yoosung’s mind went all over the place. it wasn’t his birthday, and it was also not Jumin’s birthday, but then they hadn’t signed any new contracts, nor had they acquired any new companies. He shook off the confusion and settled himself in the chair Jumin was holding out for him. He had prepared himself to need to drink a glass of wine to be properly social for this, but instead of wine, in front of him sat a water glass filled with red grapefruit soda - his favorite.

“Whoa, Ruby Red Spritz? Jumin, this is incredibly thoughtful of you!”

“I know you are not a fan of wine, so I had them procure your favorite soft drink instead.”

Jumin lifted a matching glass of the lurid red beverage for a toast. “To good relationships.” He said, and Yoosung hurried to clink glasses with him.

The food laid out in front of him was a lavish steak meal, complete with golden mashed potatoes and asparagus. Yoosung couldn’t believe his luck in being allowed to eat something like this for his work lunch, usually he was lucky if he managed to eat a sandwich in-between his obligations. On impulse, he took a picture of the meal and sent it to Jaehee and MC, probably the only people he knew who would truly appreciate the lengths Jumin had gone to for this lunch.

Over the course of the meal, his mind wandered all over the place. Had Jumin finally come to realize just how much work his assistants did? Or, perhaps, was the company facing an apocalypse and this was Jumin’s way of preparing him for such an outcome? This could potentially be a bribe for something. Was he going to be expected to work more in the near future, or…?

He kept sneaking looks at Jumin to try and figure out if this was a joke or something, which kept him from enjoying the steak as much as he could have otherwise. The whole time, Jumin just looked like the happiest man on the entire planet. As though being there with Yoosung and having an extravagant lunch was everything he’d ever wanted in life. The only time he’d ever seen the man look that content was curled up with his precious cat, and trying to figure out what was going on in Jumin’s head, well, that was above his pay grade.

Yoosung stretched, and tapped to shut down his computer. He glanced at his phone and realized that he was going to be late to dinner. Mr. Han had been gone for some time now, but because lunch had run long, he’d decided to stay late and get a few more things done. One thing had led to another, and he’d gotten a lot done, but he was sure he’d hear about it from the twins — well, from Seven — when he got home.

As he slipped on his coat and headed out to the train, he dialed the only person who knew his boss better than he did.

“This is Jaehee.” “Hi Jaehee, it’s Yoosung! Do you have time to talk?” “Of course. Is Jumin driving you insane yet?” “I… uh… that’s why I called actually.” Yoosung explained the lunch he’d had with Jumin, and the way that it made him feel, and the fact that Jumin just seemed happy throughout, in a way that he really hadn’t seen him unless Elizabeth the 3rd was involved, and how confused he was overall. Jaehee hummed, thinking, before she responded. "I think he’s probably trying to apologize for overworking you.” Jaehee said candidly. “I’m not overworked, though.” Yoosung argued. “I feel perfectly in control of all of my duties, and I go home on time every night.” Except tonight, when Jumin had been being… whatever that was. Jaehee cleared her throat. “This is on time? ” Yoosung chuckled. “Okay, most nights. Tonight is different because lunch ran long and I got too caught up in my feelings to work efficiently. That’s why I called.” In the background behind Jaehee, Yoosung could hear MC piping up. She must have had him on speaker-phone “Hey, Yoosung. The lunch sounded super romantic. Are you sure it wasn’t meant to be a date?”

Yoosung sputtered. A date ? With his boss ? He supposed it wasn’t against the company rules to date, not even to date your direct superior, as long as you didn’t let it affect the business. But shouldn’t he know if it was supposed to be a date? And what would he do if it was actually a date? How did he feel about Jumin?

Yoosung finished the call with Jaehee and MC feeling even more confused than when he’d called them. MC’s determination that Jumin meant more than just to treat him to a nice lunch had him spinning, and it wasn’t until he was taking his shoes off at the door that he realized that he hadn’t told the twins he was on his way home from work the way he usually did. 

He managed to get two steps toward the living room where he heard voices before he realized that Seven was having an animated discussion with Jumin . He quickly stepped back around the corner into the entry way so that he could hear what they were talking about without interrupting them.

“It is an impossible situation, Luciel.” Jumin’s voice was low. He sounded frustrated. “While the company as a policy does not frown upon workplace relationships, I do not wish to seem as though I am only trying to follow in my father’s footsteps, at least in regard to relationships. I do not want to push him to leave, or god help me, Unionize.”

“Listen, Jumin. I get it. I understand how hard it is. It’s hard for me to. All I want to do is flirt with the boy and make his life the best, most fun it could possibly be. He’s my best friend. But what if he doesn’t take to it? What if he doesn’t share my interest? Then we have a problem, right? He’ll be awkward, and he’ll probably even want to move out. I can’t make him uncomfortable like that. I won’t.”

“I suppose, in the end, it will come down to what Yoosung wants.” Jumin said quietly. “At the end of the day, whatever we say, we will have to abide by who he chooses.”

“What if.” Seven said carefully. “What if we don’t ask him to choose?”

“That statement means nothing, Luciel.” Jumin scoffed. “He has to choose.”

“Does he? What if we shared him? What if he could love both of us, Jumin?”

There was a pause, and Yoosung held his breath. They were talking about him . They were talking about dating him. Yoosung made an exit from the entryway and went to his room as quickly and quietly as he could manage.

Yoosung didn’t know what to think. His best friend and his boss… were in love with him? No, that was too much. But they both definitely wanted to date him, and he didn’t at all know how to feel about that.

Seven was his best friend. Absolutely, without fail, the most important person that wasn’t part of his immediate family, and yet he was hesitant to consider taking a sidestep in their friendship to consider a different kind of relationship. It wasn’t that he was against it, the pleasant tingles he felt when Seven kissed his forehead told him that he was definitely on board for whatever that was, but what if something happened? Could he bear to lose his best friend if they didn’t work out as boyfriends?

He didn’t know what to think about Jumin, if he was being honest with himself (which he rarely was.) He knew from the manual that work relationships were allowed, as long as they did not impact the work of either party. He liked Jumin well enough, the man went out of his way to make sure that he was not having a bad time in the position the way that Jaehee had before she left. He just wasn’t expecting something like the lunch they’d had today, which in hindsight really did feel like a date. Jumin… was his boss, yes. But before they worked together they were friends in the RFA. Did he want to consider tainting the RFA interactions if something went wrong with Jumin?

And choosing one over the other… He knew he could never do that. Doing that would necessitate drama in the RFA chat, even if the man he didn’t choose promised to be civil about it, it would always be uncomfortable, and he wanted to be comfortable and happy in his relationships. That’s all that really mattered to him, in the end.

So then could he date both of them at the same time? What would that even look like? Would he be able to successfully continue working in that situation, or would it cause him too much stress and make him leave his job? He knew he’d never hear the end of it from his family, of course. And he had to be able to support himself, so… and.. Dating Seven might make Saeran uncomfortable with both of them in the house… that would be something that he needed to consider, and for that matter, spending the night together—

Yoosung’s spiralling thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He stood and opened the door to admit Seven, who was carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.

“I brought cocoa.” Seven said, setting a mug on Yoosung’s side table before curling up in his desk chair like he owned the place. (Oh wait, he did.) “We should probably talk about some things, Mr. Eavesdropper.”

Yoosung blanched, and sputtered for a moment before responding with the appropriate meme. “I wasn’t droppin’ no eaves sir, honest!” And then, with a sigh, “I couldn’t help it, I was just taking off my shoes when I got home and I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“So you heard us arguing over you like petty children.” Seven said, sagging a little bit in his chair. “Listen, I understand if you want to move out, I know it’s a lot, but… I won’t blame you.”

Yoosung reached out and poked Seven in the forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, idiot.”

Seven looked up, confused. “But you…”

“Have no idea what I want to do.” Yoosung answered honestly. “But I know I don’t want to move out. And I don’t want to leave my job. But I also don’t want the RFA to be uncomfortable.”

“Are you against dating Jumin, then?” Seven asked, a little bit droopy.

“Not particularly. I’m not against dating either of you. Or… or both?” Yoosung said tentatively. “I just… never thought about dating a guy before, let alone two. How does dating two people even work? How do I keep from favoring one of you unintentionally? What if something happens and I don’t want to date anymore? Either, or both?”

“That’s a lot of questions.” Seven said, having perked up a little bit. “But the answers are all basically the same. We talk about it, obviously. A little like this, but when it includes Jumin we’d make sure to include him, too. My friend Tom says dating two people is like New Game Plus. The same as dating one person, but harder because you have to juggle your time better, and communicate a lot about everything.”

Yoosung nodded, taking a sip of his cocoa. “I think I’d like… to try dating you.”

Seven grinned, and threw a fist up into the air. “Yes!! Best news ever!” Then, he paused. “Just me? Or also Jumin?”

Yoosung blushed. “A-also Jumin.”

Seven grinned. “Good. But you’ll have to tell him yourself.”

The next morning, Yoosung dragged himself into work, feeling decidedly more like he’d rather go back to bed, or at least be playing video games rather than doing his assistant work for the day. As he was settling in at his desk, Jumin walked by his desk and set a coffee - from Honeybee Coffee Company no less (Thanks, Jaehee and MC!) - on his desk. He looked at it, and then up at Jumin who smiled warmly at him before disappearing into his office. Just as he was smiling warmly over his first sip of the simple mocha he preferred, his phone buzzed.

Jaehee > Yoosung: The heart was Jumin’s idea. MC > Yoosung: I told you so.

Yoosung blinked. Heart? He looked closer at his cup, and sure enough, it said “Yoosung ❤ ️”. Seven must have at least told Jumin that he wasn’t against the flirting… He should find a good time to tell Jumin how he felt. He opened the calendar, and sighed. Jumin’s schedule was booked solid for the rest of the week. He’d just have to hope for a cancellation.

As the day wound down and Yoosung still hadn’t had a chance to tell Jumin his feelings, who should stop at his desk but none other than his boss. Yoosung looked up from his work to where Jumin looked at him with a warm smile.

“Would you care for a ride home, Yoosung?” He offered, cool and calm as can be.

Yoosung spluttered. He’d noticed that he used his given name, and it shook him a little bit. It would be amazing to get a ride home and not spend an hour on the train, but… No, why was he complaining? This would be the perfect time to tell Jumin how he felt.

He took a deep breath and smiled, being as honest as he could while keeping his voice calm. “That would be lovely. I should be done here in the next fifteen minutes or so, if that doesn’t affect your evening’s schedule too much.”

Jumin nodded. “I will be in my office.”

Yoosung spent five of the next fifteen minutes finishing the last task on his to-do list. He then spent the remaining time compulsively organizing his desk while he fretted about talking to Jumin about his feelings. Theoretically, it should be painless to tell Jumin how he felt, and that he’d like to pursue a relationship. That would, however, assume that Seven wasn’t playing some sort of elaborate prank on him. It would be like Seven to do something that convoluted, but… No. He’d definitely overheard them talking about this in the kitchen. He could do this. It would be fine.

Steeling his resolve, Yoosung picked up his bag and went to tell Jumin he was ready to head home.

The car ride was as physically comfortable as Yoosung had thought it might be, and for a moment he was lulled into a sense of calm. He could definitely fall asleep back here, if he didn’t have something weighing so heavily on his mind.

“Jumin…” Yoosung started, nervous.

Jumin turned and held up a hand. “Luciel told me that the two of you talked yesterday, that you had overheard our conversation in the kitchen.”

“Oh. Y-yes, I…”

“It is alright that you’re not interested, Yoosung. This rejection will not affect your working status at all, I promise.”

“It’s not that!” Yoosung blurted, irritated. “Why do both of you assume that I couldn’t possibly feel the way you feel? I’m just nervous, okay?!”

His breath puffed hard out of his chest, and Yoosung forced himself to calm down. Jumin was just staring at him, eyes wide.

“S-sorry.” He stuttered. “Seven had the same reaction when I tried to bring it up, and I…”

Jumin reached out and set his hand where Yoosung could reach it, if he wanted to. Immediately Yoosung set his hand on top of Jumin’s and twined their fingers together. It felt… nice.

“I want to date you, Jumin. But you need to be patient with me. I’ve never had a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, or two boyfriends . I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m going to make a lot of mistakes and I just…”

Jumin shook his head. “You will be fine as long as you are being yourself, Yoosung. Luciel and I both fell for you. Not some nebulous perfect version of yourself that you wish you were, but the you sitting here in my vehicle.”

Yoosung blushed. “So… we’re boyfriends now?”

Jumin chuckled. “Yes.”

Three years later…

Friday, 4:55pm.

Yoosung looked at the clock and startled.  Jumin would be here to pick him up in five minutes and his desk was a mess. He couldn’t just leave it like this for the whole weekend. He’d hate himself on Monday, and that was absolutely no way to start his week. Instead of hurrying and misfiling something important in his haste, he instead texted Jumin.

Yoosung > Jumin:  I’m going to be late by a few minutes, I lost track of time. Jumin > Yoosung: I am running a few minutes behind myself, take your time love.

He smiled, looking at the message.  It had been a long time now, and still he felt butterflies every time one of his partners used an endearment.  He never thought he’d find the love of his life in the RFA, let alone two of them.

Even knowing Jumin wouldn’t be upset if he took too long, Yoosung found himself putting his desk and his files in order as fast as reasonably possible.  He wanted to see Jumin as soon as he could.  It may only be the ride home today, but every minute together was something he treasured.

This job, too, was thanks to the RFA and its ability to bring people together. He’d left his position at C&R, because while it wasn’t against the company policy, he was just too tempted to be unprofessional with Jumin during working hours.  Instead, he’d started working as the Business Manager for Honeybee Coffee Company, freeing Jaehee up to focus on the coffee aspect, and freeing MC up to focus on everything else, but mainly Jaehee.  Jaehee was an excellent boss, always giving him time off and flexible hours so that he could spend time doing the things he loved.

It took the approximately seven minutes he’d estimated to put his desk in order.  Once that was complete, Yoosung slung his bag over his shoulder and locked up the office.  By the time he got down the stairs and outside to the parking lot, Jumin’s car was just pulling up.

Yoosung waved at Driver Kim as he pulled open the door and slid in next to Jumin.

Jumin looked up from his embroidery to smile at Yoosung. “Productive day?”

Yoosung nodded and leaned over to kiss Jumin’s cheek once he was safely buckled up. “Got a lot done.  Some exciting numbers, I’m sure Jaehee will want to tell you all about them next time you two get coffee.”

The ride home was a companionable silence, with Yoosung playing games on his phone and Jumin working away at his embroidery.  When they arrived at the house that Yoosung shared with the twins, Jumin smiled at him. “We are still scheduled to spend tomorrow together, yes?”

Yoosung nodded excitedly. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”

Jumin’s eyes glimmered. “I am excited to share the day with you, my love. I am certain you will be impressed.”

Yoosung knew he would be. Jumin never let him down on their date plans, and he was certain his partner would do no less than an exceptional job with their anniversary.

“Well…” Yoosung dawdled. “I want to stay longer, but I should head inside. I’m sure Seven has something ridiculous planned for our anniversary.”

Jumin chuckled. “Go. I’d hate to get whining text messages from my metamour because I kept you too long. We’ll have all day tomorrow.  Have a good night, love.”

Yoosung laughed and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jumin! I love you!”

Jumin’s cheeks pinked as they always did when Yoosung said those words. “I love you too, Yoosung.” He said quietly, and Yoosung grinned as he shut the door and made his way into the house.

Seven was, as predicted, waiting for him just inside the door, and scooped him up into a hug even before he could get his shoes off and set his bag down.

“Hi Seven.” Yoosung said, laughing.

“Happy anniversary!!!!” Seven crowed, setting Yoosung back on his feet. “Saeran is off for movie night at Jaehee & MC’s, so it’s just us tonight.  I ordered pizza, and have everything set up for gaming.  Let’s stay up all night.”

Yoosung grinned and followed Seven into the living room. “I’d love to.”

This was his life now, and he loved every minute of it.

[banjjakz]

DUDE if you like otome games you should totally play Nameless, I won’t spoil who but there is a lot of deranged activity in that game 👀

Do you…per chance…have any Thoughts on any of your favorite guys from otome games, too? I thought I’d ask because the content for a lot of them is so niche and we share a similar taste in faves haha

*googles nameless* *sees it's developed my cheritz* yeah it's gotta be a certified freakshow

while we're on the topic of cheritz games and favorite otome guys, allow me to divulge some personal and vulnerable information. choi saeran and i have been partnered for several years. he is the original, irreplaceable, number one, held above all else, peerless, most perfect, heart-wrenchingly, soul-crushingly, meltdown-inducing, PRICELESS baby girl. unlocked all endings. played that bastard 707's route just so i could read the secret endings, too. deconstructed his after-ending within a week of release. for the first time in my life i created a DNI page on a carrd just for it to warn V and Rika fans to stay far, far away (for their sake)

will never write content for him. he's just like so perfect that any attempt of mine would do him a grave disservice. that being said, here is one of the best pieces of fanfiction i have ever read in my entire life as far as characterization goes. this author is to saeran what i aspire one day to be to yuuta.

let me abstain from speaking any further. just know that it is merely a fine layer of flesh which houses terrible awful things (<-unconditional and unwavering love for choi saeran)

[natasha-in-space]

Hi Natasha!! I feel like I disappeared and just... never came back lol

Though I'm here to request! This time for Saeran :o

Seeing as I'm planning on starting Ray route soon, could we have a story about Saeran finally being able to confide within you after ages of ignoring his own feelings? I'd imagine that the MC would pry it out of him after noticing he's been acting odd lately. You could take a school setting or canon setting; whatevers easier!

Or, if that doesn't make sense, you could write something about Ray breaking down over feeling helpless; where he thinks that he doesn't do enough/isn't enough for MC.

Or... you could combine the two ideas and write the whole story about Saeran.

SO sorry if this confused you. Ignore it if it did! its completely fine :3

Hi-Hi, lovely to see you back!! <3 I decided to go with SE Saeran for this one, both because I'm currently in my SE Saeran brainrot and because this seems fitting for him. Good luck on your Ray route playthrough! Make sure to have lots of tissues nearby, because you're about to go on a very wild ride of emotions. Also, for future notice, my name's Mia! Natasha is the name of my OC (dw it's kinda a common thing with my url but I don't wanna change it at this point xD)

"...We all know that something is wrong, you know."

Saeran doesn't pay attention to you while you carefully make your presence known by shuffles of your feet against the floor. You are aware that he heard you. He just doesn't say nor do anything to show it. And that worries you.

Saeran was always the quiet, closed-off type. Not like you could blame him, considering all he had to go through. Similar to a feral cat, you've always respected his silent need for space and freedom. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he had a desire to spend time with you, he would approach you on his own. You simply demonstrated your desire to be close to him, so that he would know that you wanted him near you.

But... Even you could sense that something wasn't right today. Saeyoung felt it almost immediately, whether it was thanks to their inherent twin connection or his natural tendency to worry about his younger brother. However, just because Saeyoung knew something was wrong doesn't mean he can do anything about it, unless Saeran openly allows him to.

And he was definitely not doing that.

You had to rush down to the kitchen because you heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Saeran shouting. Upon your arrival, the younger twin had already left the room, only giving you a quick unfocused glance before pushing past you. Thankfully, no one was hurt. You talked with Saeyoung in hushed voices as you both cleaned up the broken shards, offering him some comfort in the process. Although you were concerned about Saeran, Saeyoung was equally important to you. Whenever those kinds of incidents happened, his well-being was just as important. Even if he often refuses to acknowledge it.

It seems that Saeran must have cut himself while preparing dinner, and somehow, this turned into an outburst once Saeyoung became worried and tried to help. Both of you acknowledged that there is a deeper issue at play here. Something underlying right under the surface. And it was probably something very unpleasant.

In the end, you both agreed to have you go and attempt to speak with Saeran. Since you weren't present during the entire scene. So, now here you were, silently standing over the younger twin as he sat on the couch, his back turned to you. It hurt your heart to see him hunched over like that, almost like he was curling in on himself. The position didn't appear to be comfortable to be in.

"Saeran, please... tell me what's wrong. I can see you are in pain." Your voice is soft and quiet. You don't want to accidentally push him away. You slowly take a seat on the edge of the couch, a small distance away from him to give him space to breathe and not get overwhelmed.

He shifts ever so slightly, a jerky movement leaving him with a shaky breath. It was probably supposed to be a huff, but it was far too weak to sound like one.

"...I'm fine."

You sigh. "You're not. Look... You don't have to tell me everything, ok? But, I can see that you are in pain, and I want to help you. So... just tell me what you need. I won't ask for anything more."

That seemed to reassure him just a little bit, judging by the way his shoulders lowered, and he paused, possibly thinking over your request. You didn't say anything, only allowing him to do this at his own pace.

At last, there was a reply.

But instead of verbalizing, he just shifts to sit up on the couch and turns over to you. He doesn't look at you, but quietly pulls out his hand and shows it to you. His palm is caked with relatively fresh blood, a decently sized cut being the source of the red substance painting over his skin. It wasn't anything serious by any means, but it sure looked painful.

However... something told you it wasn't the cut that bothered him. Saeran refused to examine his hand. His head was turned away, and his red bangs were falling over his eyes, making it difficult for you to see his face. But, his lips were pressed together into a thin, tense line. You also couldn't help but notice the ungodly tremble in his hands. They were shaking violently. In a way that clearly showed distress without saying a word.

You carefully grasped his wrist, inspecting the cut. Most of the bloody mess was caused by him smearing the blood over his palm, and it didn't seem as bad as you thought at first. Gently rubbing your thumb over his wrist, you pulled away. "I'll clean it up for you, ok? Just wait here."

He didn't respond, but he did give you a brief nod. You now have all the green light you needed.

Saeran hadn't said a word to you until you wrapped a clean gauze over his palm and gently patted his arm to let him know that you were done. The cautiousness with which he turned to look at his hand was unmistakable. Almost like he was sure he'll see something utterly horrifying in its place. The shaky sigh of relief he did let out, though, made you smile. He flexed his hand a bit and turned it around to look over it fully.

"...Thank you."

The murmur was both quiet and soft. Genuine. His mint eyes were filled with earnest gratitude when he looked at you, and that was all you needed. You merely smiled, giving him a nod. "Of course. Do you feel better now?"

Another nod.

"That's wonderful. I'll go put away the medkit, and-"

"-Wait."

As he grasped at your sleeve, you stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again, his face was turned away from you, but this time it was a far more bashful gesture than a distressed one. You weren't completely sure, but you thought you could see a hint of pink dusting over his cheeks.

Saeran breathed a sigh, almost like he was preparing himself before saying anything. Then, he pulled you back a little bit. "...Stay. Please."

There was no need for you to hear anything else.

And so, that's how you ended up holding him close as you both huddled up on the couch, your chin resting on top of his head as he buried his face in your chest. For a while, only the sounds of your shared breaths filled the space. You promised him you wouldn't ask for anything, and you were not about to go back on that promise.

Saeran was the one who spoke up.

"Is... Hyung alright?"

Humming, you raised your hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair. The main purpose is to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's okay. Very worried about you, though."

Saeran tenses a bit, but then sighs heavily, almost in defeat. You bite back on the desire to push him for answers.

"I... didn't mean to scream at him like that. I just-"

A shaky breath. You squeeze him a bit tighter, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to say, Saeran. None of us blame you."

"-You should."

It was up to you to be the one to sigh now.

"Saeran..."

He shakes his head, but his grip on you tightens, his voice becoming shakier by the moment. It seemed as though he was engaged in a mental battle with himself. It hurt you to be unable to do anything but just hold him and let him talk.

"You know why I started screeching at him for no reason? There must be some rational explanation, right? That's what you think. Well, there isn't. I-" Another shaky breath. The sound of this one was almost like a sob. Your heart started pounding in your chest with anxiety. "I cut my hand on the knife, and just the sight of blood on my hands set me off. I threw a glass bowl at my brother because of a fucking cut on my hand."

You didn't answer right away. Gathering your thoughts and emotions is definitely necessary before you proceed and say something you might regret later. You should be careful here.

So that's what happened... Now that you thought about it, the sight of blood did always make Saeran very uncomfortable. But, to see it coating his hands... Well, you didn't have to guess for long. All three of you were aware of what actually occurred to V on that day.

And what a heavy burden Saeran had to carry with him for the rest of his life.

"Oh... Saeran..."

"-Just-" At this point, it was clear that he was crying. His entire body was shaking with silent sobs as he pressed himself further into you, almost like he was trying to hide from the world in your embrace. "Just hold me. Please. I- I feel so sick..."

So you do. Without uttering a single word. Holding him is what you do. You will have a proper conversation about it once he lets it all out.

Until then, you will be there for him to be his support.

[password-door-lock]

Four Seasons by Your Side: Spring Picnic

Read it on Ao3!

“Baby?” You were not expecting to see Saeran at your place of business in the middle of the day. 

It’s not that he never visits you at work— he’s certainly done it before, but  typically, he would notify you in advance. Then again, it’s not entirely out of character for him to surprise you, and you’re definitely delighted to see him.

“Hi,” Saeran offers you a sheepish smile. You want to kiss him. Though he works on a lot of projects and occasionally sells the flowers and vegetables he grows, Saeran doesn’t really have a set schedule, and can make impromptu trips into the city at his leisure. It’s a bit of a trek to get to your work, though, and it wouldn’t be sustainable for him to come out here every day, considering he would only get to spend your lunch break with you before you were forced to return to work. This is a special treat. “Your break is coming up, isn’t it, my love?”

You consider just ditching work and dealing with the consequences when you return, but you know full well that Saeran would never go along with that. He doesn’t want you to overwork yourself, of course, but he’d never force you away from an important task before you were ready to pause. “Let me just finish this one quick thing. Is that okay?” If, however, whatever Saeran has planned for you is time sensitive, you can be flexible. It all depends on him. 

Saeran’s smile widens, and you’re supposed to not kiss him right here, right now? Talk about a challenge. “I’ll be waiting,” he promises, “But please, take your time.” Just as you suspected, he has no intention of seriously disrupting your work day. 

So you force yourself to maintain your usual standards in finishing your work. You can’t wait to see what kind of surprise your husband has planned for you. After all, you trust Saeran completely, and you know that if you requested details, he would provide them, which makes you feel safe. “Okay. I’m ready. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” He may have been prepared for it, if the book he’s holding is any indication, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel a bit bad about making him wait. 

“No, of course you didn’t.” Saeran holds his arm out for you, a timeless and romantic gesture. “I got a chance to catch up on the messenger, and then I read almost half a chapter.” He’s about three quarters of the way through one of the volumes that he picked up on your bookstore date a few weeks ago. 

“Well, that’s good,” you nod. You notice that there’s a wicker basket looped securely by its handle around Saeran’s other arm, and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he ostensibly purchased it this occasion in particular. Normally, he just brings a cooler when the pair of you go out on picnics. Perhaps it’s an odd time to think of this, but you are so totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with this man. “So, a picnic, huh?” Maybe he brought the basket along just to clue you in. 

“Mhm,” Saeran spills the beans easily and with obvious excitement. “You’re sharp, love.”

“Well, I try.” You flash a grin that you know will make him swoon. Romance, after all, is a multi-player game. 

“Here,” Saeran leads you over to a small stone picnic table. There isn’t very much pastoral scenery among any of the nearby office buildings, but this table, at least, has an umbrella over it to protect the pair of you from the sun. You’d put money on Saeran having packed sunscreen in that little basket of his just in case, though. “Just sit down, please, my love. I’ll take care of everything.”

Obsessed as you are with your husband’s soft-spoken way of taking charge, you readily comply. You’d do a lot more than sit down on a picnic bench if Saeran asked you to. “Okay.”

He unpacks a blue-and-purple quilt you’ve never seen before and spreads it out across the table. Then he pulls out two very nice glasses and a chilled water bottle, along with two sandwiches wrapped in beeswax paper. Of course, he has also packed two slices of cake in a glass container, along with that sunscreen you predicted and, of course, a pair of forks. The large blue ice pack in the bottom of the basket explains why the cooler was not necessary for this occasion. 

“Wow,” you breathe, “That basket must have been heavy.” There was a full bottle of water in there, after all.

“Maybe,” Saeran admits, “But I only had to carry it from the car.” Plus, he’s been slowly getting stronger, after lifting so many large pots in his garden and greenhouse. 

“Fair.” you shrug, unwrapping your sandwich. Elated as you are, your work has made you hungry, and you’re looking forward to devouring this delicious meal. “But what’s the occasion?”

“Oh,” Saeran blushes, “Well… it’s finally warm enough for a picnic,” he points out, “And I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, thank you,” you beam at him, “It’s a really nice surprise. Are you going home after this?”

“Mhm,” Saeran hums, “Probably. I have a lot to get done in the garden before it gets dark, and I borrowed Saeyoung’s car, so I have to get it back to him.”

“Well, it’s not like you left him without a way to get around,” you point out, not wanting Saeran to feel bad about borrowing the vehicle from his brother. Saeyoung has several other cars in his garage, even after gifting one to Vanderwood and one to Driver Kim. 

“No,” Saeran agrees, “But I don’t want him to worry, anyway.”

“Mmm, you’re so considerate,” you hum, glancing up at the fluffy clouds scattered in the mostly-clear sky. 

“You should eat up, my love,” Saeran encourages you, swiftly changing the subject. “Don’t you want to have time for cake before you go back to work?” And he makes a very good point. 

“Oh, yes, I do.” You take an indulgent bite out of your sandwich. The bread is perfect, and the filling is delicious. Saeran certainly knows what he’s doing. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good.”

He just gives you a cheeky smile. “I know,” he says, and you’re reminded once again how much you love him.

[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.

[saeranchoiweek]

Saeran Choi Week 2k19

I’d like to officially announce this year’s Saeran Choi Week and all the information you’ll need to participate! (✧ω✧)

The week will be held from 29th July to 4th August, and there will be two themes for every day - you can choose whichever you wish or even do both, but you’re never obliged to follow them! You can submit anything you wish, as long as it’s not against the rules!

Here are the suggested themes  (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

1st Day - Sweets || Flowers  2nd Day - Weaknesses || Memories 3rd Day - Travels || School Life 4th Day - Romance || Domesticity   5th Day - Scars || Secrets 6th Day - Afterendings || AU   7th Day - Weddings || Happiness

RULES:

You’re allowed to submit any kind of your own work (in English) through posting it on Tumblr.

Your work needs to be tagged #saeranchoiweek. If your post hasn’t been reblogged in 24 hours, feel free to ask about it!

At any point before the week starts, you’re allowed to post WIPs* of your works for the week. If you @ the week in them, I’ll reblog them before the week starts!

The things I’ll not reblog by any means are those that contain pedophilia, rape or any other content I may find inappropriate (discriminating or so).

Any sexual content and gore should be put under the read-more feature AND tagged accordingly; otherwise it won’t be reblogged. Visual sexual content (art or so) is forbidden, according to Tumblr’s new policy.

Although any kinds of pairings (as long as they’re not against 4th rule) are allowed, we require you to tag #incest. We also require you to tag any possibly triggering themes, such as #tw** drugs, #tw abuse, #tw mental illness.

We’ll reblog tagged works till 11th August, and we’ll be reblogging other works till the end of June as long as you @ us in them.

The week is held by @yandereshit. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Please reblog to spread the news!

*WIP - Work In Progress **TW - Trigger Warning

Good luck, and see you soon!ヽ(＾▽＾)ノ