#saeranfic

[garbageforyou]

8 Hours ~

Pairing: Saeran x MC

A/N: Hello! I’ve never done a fanfic for a fandom before but I love writing! I saw something about how in Seven’s route how he (*SPOILERS*) waits 8 hours to go to the apartment when he finds out there’s a bomb and then Unknown tries to kidnap you. So, here is some Saeran fluff!

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CRASH!

“Sorry about that. Don’t move, you’ll cut yourself.” A stranger spoke.

The glass on the window shattering had already made MC freeze but the unfamiliar voice left her tense and panicked. MC dared to whirl her head back to see the intruder that stood before her.

“Did I startle you?” He asked, tilting his head with a light chuckle. His piercing mint eyes admired the fear on her face, the quiver of her lips, the tremble in her voice as she spoke up.

“Who the hell are you?” MC demanded, using every bit of her strength to remain collected. Her head was running a thousand different scenarios. She glanced at all her options: the door, the phone, and the window.

“I’m a little offended that you don’t recall the person who brought you into this mess.” The stranger started, “Oooh please help me return this phone’. Does that ring a bell?”

“You!” MC couldn’t believe the danger she had put herself in, the danger he purposefully planted for someone as naive as her to fall into.

Now she needed to get herself out. She quickly glanced at the phone but the stranger followed her eyes, trying to comprehend her next move. MC ran to the phone, grasping it in her hands, fumbling for the right contact to call. No one can know about this apartment. She dialed the only number she could think of. The phone was smacked to the other side of the room and the stranger appeared next to her.

MC pushed him to the ground and found herself attempting to pin his arms to the floor. He struggled against her grip, but as weak as her arms felt, she was not giving up. She heard the faint voice she had dialed on her phone and a tiny hope was restored.

“Seven! I need your help! Please come quick! The unknown hacker is trying to kidnap me-Ow! Are you biting me?” MC yelled, hoping the other person on the line could hear until-

“The beep is there for nothing! But still listen to it!” Seven’s voicemail said, the phone hung up.

“Voicemail?! Typical Seven!” MC blurted out loud in frustration.

“Ha! You should have never trusted that moron! I hope you have a better plan.” The stranger cackled underneath MC’s hold, as he had relaxed and stopped struggling to break free.

“Wait, you know 707?” MC questioned.

“Know'' is an understatement. I’ve spent every waking second resenting what that jerk did to me.” The unknown stranger spat.

“Then why are you after me?”

“I figured it would hurt him to see me take you away, but now I know, he doesn’t care about your stupid little airhead.” Unknown’s tone was harsh, leaving MC offended and taken aback. MC released her grip from his arms and sat up, still keeping him under her weight.

“He’ll come for me.” MC said, but it came out as merely a whisper. She knew she shouldn’t let this deranged man’s cruel words get inside her head but maybe he had a point. Seven promised to protect her so long as she stayed away from him, so long as she promised to not love him. Why wasn’t he here now fulfilling his promise?

MC looked at Unknown’s bored expression as he stared at the wall, wondering why he wasn’t fighting her off. A bizarre thought came to her brain.

“Would you like some tea?” MC asked softly.

Unknown was beyond confused but something made him say “Okay.”

~~~

MC and Unknown sat on the couch, two steamy cups of tea rested on the coffee table next to a collection of danishes and desserts. Unknown gladly helped himself to the sweets while MC rambled on about the many adventures of the RFA.

“...Jumin is pretty and he’s rich but he’s just a little too possessive with his cat. Don’t get me wrong, I love animals but at least I’m sane about it!” MC babbled. Unknown turned his head and gave her a somewhat irritated expression and she went quiet.

“You talk a lot, you know that?” He spoke.

MC’s face turned red, “Sorry. I’ve just been cooped up in this room for so long! I forget what it’s like to have human contact.” A small smile crept up on Unknown’s face as he admired her cute embarrassed expression but he dropped it when she looked back at him. “How about you talk?”

“What? Me? No, I don’t want to.” He stated, feeling flustered by her sudden interest in him.

“Oh, come on! If you hate my rambling so much, you might as well-”

“Nope. My savior told me not to get involved in personal details.” Unknown said firmly, trying not to give in to his weaker side.

MC scooted closer to him, “How about just this once? Please! I don’t even know your name.”

Unknown’s face was burning hot red as he realized how close she was to him, a cluster of butterflies in his stomach. MC gazed at him with such a dopey and doting expression that he caved in.

“Alright,” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Just who the hell are you?” MC started, excited that he was opening up to her after the couple hours they spent together.

Unknown rolled his eyes, “My name is Saeran. Saeran Choi.” He began.

~~~

He had explained everything, well almost everything, to her. How his twin brother abandoned him, what childhood was like, how his savior restored his purpose for living. By this time in the conversation, MC had bundled herself into a fluffy blanket, only allowing her head to poke out of the cocoon as she listened intently. She occasionally would gasp or squeal which made Saeran melt, wanting to hear more of her adorable sounds.

“Okay, I hate to be mean but your ‘savior’ sounds nutso!” MC commented.

“No she’s not. She allows me to experience happiness even though I don’t deserve it.” Saeran defended.

MC scooted in close to him, inches away from his face. She squinted her eyes at him and scrunched up her face, a playful smirk appearing on her lips.

“I bet I can make you experience happiness too.” Her voice made Saeran weak, he couldn’t think straight which he hated. This was that weakness his savior warned him about. Before he held any more doubts, MC covered them both with the fluffy blanket. Their hands brushed against each other, leaving MC to suddenly squeal.

“What?” Saeran asked, worried he had done something to upset her.

“Your hands are freezing!” MC exclaimed. “You need snuggles to warm you up.” MC enveloped Saeran with her warmth, the sugary scent of her trapped in his nose. He felt so...so...happy? Was this feeling happiness or was this caused by the withdrawal of the elixirs.

MC yawned, interrupting his thoughts, her eyes growing very sleepy. “Don’t worry, Seven will be here any minute.” This comment ruined the feeling of pure bliss, he tensed up, feeling a wave of anxiety rush over him. He pushed her and the blanket off of him, standing up, causing her to be alarmed around him again.

“Why do you trust him so much? It’s been 8 hours and he’s not even here for you! If he really cared, he would be here.” His voice rose, tears forming in his eyes. “He makes these promises about protecting you and then the next thing you know, he abandons you. Save yourself the stress and the trauma now before you end up damaged like me. He’s not coming for you, it’s time to grow up.”

Guilt settled into his head as he realized what he had just said and how he couldn’t take it back now. Tears were falling and he couldn’t stop them, he fell to the floor, allowing sorrow and shame to drown him. Saeran began muttering apologies and insults towards himself.

MC sat down in front of him, placing his hands in hers, softly shushing him. He stared at her face, his brain attempting to make out what was happening. MC smiled, giving him time to calm down and breathe.

“I should go.” Saeran quietly said, not willing to let go of her hands.

“Are you sure? I have ice cream, if you wanna stay and watch a movie.” MC murmured.

~~~

“I’m here!” Seven exclaimed, panting as he slammed open the door to the apartment.

Seven looked to the couch where he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw MC cuddling the unknown hacker. More shocking, the hacker was his twin brother! Seven stood with his mouth agape, not able to form words. The musical numbers from “Promiscuous Jalapeno Topping” playing in the background as MC petted Saeran’s head, both of them staring at Seven.

“Oh, look who finally showed up…” Saeran says, a bitterness to his tone.

[mc-amps]

Imaginary Friend

Characters: Saeran Choi and Rika 

Warnings: Descriptions of trauma

Chapters: 2/2

Previous Chapter: https://mc-amps.tumblr.com/post/175648344835/imaginary-friend

Trapped in his room, all Saeran can do is fantasize about the sun and sky, the outside world, and…Saeyoung. But what happens when someone new comes to meet him?

Chapter Two: The Voice in His Head

From then on, Saeran imagined the boy visiting more and more. It passed the time and gave him comfort during the aftermath of Mom’s rampages. The boy was always so understanding and knew exactly what to say, though he did tend to blame himself for not being able to protect Saeran. Saeran didn’t mind though. What concerned him more though was trying to figure out a name for the boy, but he still couldn’t think of anything good.

Why did he have to be so indecisive?

But Saeran tried to push those thoughts aside and enjoy his time with the boy. They talked about everything and nothing at all. Every day. Several times a day. Saeran didn’t feel right when his friend wasn’t around. This habit continued on even after he started cathedral school. It became more than just talking. Now they could do everything together. The boy usually led the way and helped Saeran decide what to do like enjoying the outdoors, learning new things. . .

And searching for Saeyoung.

Where could he be? What could they do to get him back?

“I hope Saeyoung’s looking at the sky too,” Saeran said. Fluffy, cotton clouds lazily drifted throughout the perfect canvas of blue. That, along with the sun’s glow sent a blanket of calming warmth over Saeran, killing the ache in his stomach and slowing his frantic breaths. “I love the sky. It’s my favorite.” In fact, they sat in the best spot, next to the cathedral’s blossoming garden. The grass tickled his legs as he stretched out and got comfortable. He imagined the boy sitting next to him, but instead of staring at the sky too, he focused on the garden.

I like flowers better. The boy’s fingers gently brushed over some tulips, as if they were a magical delicacy. They’re so pretty and smell really good too. He got on his hands and knees, leaning close to a rose brush. His eyes slid shut as he took a huge whiff. Roses are my favorite. I want to see all the colors someday.

“Me too.” Saeran nodded This garden only had red roses, but his flower book had pictures of all sorts of interesting flowers he had never seen before. “I want to see all the flowers when I grow up.” He paused and a small grin formed. “But the sky is still better,” he said with a giggle.

The boy gasped and whirled around, scrunching his nose with a pout. No way! Flowers are the best because. . .because. . .” He frantically looked around then back at the garden. With a triumphant huff, he pointed. Flowers are better because I can talk to them and they’re my friends!

“Well the clouds are my friends and I can talk to them all I want too!” Saeran countered and stuck out his tongue.

The clouds aren’t always around though. They must hide because they hate you!

Saeran’s face fell and his throat stung. Yeah. . .he was too stupid and weak for friends. He tore his gaze away from the sky and instead got lost in the blue of the boy’s wide eyes.

The flowers aren’t really my friends, the boy said in a soft voice. But you are. He smiled. And let’s just agree that ice cream is the bestest! Better than flowers and the sky!

“O-okay!” Saeran beamed. “Now I want ice cream!”

“We can get some if you’d like.” A new voice chimed.

“Ah!” Saeran gasped and the boy jumped to his feet, before running and hiding behind the rose bush. He didn’t like being around other people.

It turned out Rika was the one who spoke. The wind’s wispy fingers played with her golden tresses and fluttered her grey skirt as she approached. She hugged a book to her chest and wore an amused little grin. “Hi, Saeran~ Are you talking to your imaginary friend?”

“Oh! Uh. . .” Saeran jolted, face ablaze. One time V caught him talking to the boy and he must have told her. Saeran’s eyes stung and he bit his lip. Rika was so nice and cool. He didn’t want her to think he was a baby!

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Rika’s olive eyes sparked with understanding. “There’s nothing wrong with having an imaginary friend.” She stopped next to Saeran and craned her neck to get a better look at the garden. For a second, he was sure she would see the boy’s sunshine hair poke out from the leaves, but. . .her gaze roamed past him and her curious expression didn’t change at all. She couldn’t see him. He was just imaginary after all. The boy didn’t like being called an imaginary friend. He said he wanted to be real.

Saeran wanted him to be real too.

“I’d like to meet your friend someday.” Rika’s sweet voice lured Saeran out of his the depths of his thoughts.

“Maybe one day,” Saeran muttered as the boy faded out of sight. Back into fantasy.

“Anyhoo~” Rika took Saeran’s arm and gave it a playful tug. “Can we talk? There’s something I wanted to give you~”

Saeran’s heart thudded against his ribcage. It almost felt as if it would break out of his chest and pound against the book he held against his chest. The one Rika gave him. He bounced on his toes as he stood in his house’s dingy entryway. The light above flickered and buzzed, making him all the more antsy.

Your Mom’s sleeping. The boy poked his head out of the hallway and motioned for Saeran to follow. The coast is clear. He always went in first to check. Saeran would have been too scared to try to sneak back in otherwise. He wasn’t like Saeyoung who always snuck in and out with ease.

Before he abandoned you. . .

Saeran?

“Ah sorry!” Saeran shut out those thoughts and scurried to his bedroom. His spirits soared as he plopped onto his bed and flipped through the mysterious book. “Whoa. . .” His eyes grew as he took in all the foreign terms, symbols, and numbers. It was almost dizzying, but hecouldn’t look away. Not when Saeyoung looked at this exact book. This exact page. These exact numbers.

What is that? The boy climbed onto the bed and inspected the pages with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a book of math functions. I think, b-but Saeyoung used it, so I’m going to learn all I can too!” Saeran couldn’t hide his bubbly excitement. “Even if it’s confusing, I’ll copy it all down until I get it- oh! I think I saw Saeyoung writing that stuff in a notebook once.” Saeran hopped off the bed and headed for the closet. His familiar hiding spot where Mom couldn’t find him. It wasn’t that she was stupid. No, she always looked in there with a growl and that stench. The strange, sour odor he only got whiffs of whenever Mom was furious. The smell reminded him of yelling and made his scalp tingle with dread, but since he was so small, he could easily curl up into a ball and hide under a blanket until the scent and screams faded. That was also the same spot he hid everything Saeyoung left behind. Hopefully he didn’t take his notebook with him. Holding his breath, Saeran lifted the blanket and rummaged through the small pile of books and paper.  

You really want to do all that just for that. . .that redhead?

For a second, Saeran thought the voice in his head said that, but no, that voice was much meaner. “Hey! I’m a redhead too! But yeah, Saeyoung said that I’m him and he’s me. It’s our twin connection, so I have to do this. Maybe it’ll help me figure out what he was thinking.” He flipped through a notebook and his face lit up at the sight of those same crazy numbers. “Found it!” Saeran hugged the notebook, trying to soak up any essence Saeyoung may have had left on it. “You’re way smarter than me, so maybe you can help me.” Saeran crawled out of the closet.

I-I don’t know about that. I’m not that smart. . . The boy looked up from the and tapped at his lips in thought. But I think I understand some of this, so I can try. . .

The boy turned out to be a lot smarter than he let on. He talked through all of the different codes and formulas as Saeran copied everything into his own notebook. Slowly, but surely it began to make sense. Could Saeran eventually learn as much as Saeyoung?

As more time passed, Saeran and the boy had fun at the cathedral during the day, then studied the codes at night. Each and every day flew by faster and faster.

Until everything stopped.

Rika had told Saeran to meet her. It was supposed to be fun. They were going to do a surprise for V. That was the last happy thing he remembered. Everything else blurred together into a nauseating soup, spinning faster and faster until his head pounded. He lost track of how long he had been locked in this cold, strange room. His throat and stomach were raw from screaming and retching, while his eyes had no tears left. He had nothing left.

Except for his notebook.

With a rasping breath, he grabbed it. Not only did he copy the codes in there, but it was also his diary. He wrote everything that happened, including all of this horrible stuff. Maybe it would help fill in the gaping patches of emptiness in his memory.

His blood ran cold at the sight of the cover. The first day he got it, he wrote in big letters: Saeran’s notebook, but now, harsh, messy scribbles covered his name. His fingers shook as he flipped through the pages. More scrawls littered the paper. Whoever wrote them must have been pressing really hard, because there were some rips too. It said things like “Traitor,” “I will get rid of you,” and “LIER.” That last word stuck out the most, not only because it was misspelled, but also because it was repeated many, many times, over and over and over again. “D-did you do this?” Saeran glanced at the boy, who sat on the other side of the room.

No. I haven’t touched your notebook. He crawled closer and his eyes darted. But you. . .you were scribbling earlier.

“N-no I wasn’t!” Saeran’s gasped and then winced, clutching his head. His brain felt as if it was chipping away, piece by piece. The gaping cracks grew even bigger, the more he tried to remember what he had been doing. He hadn’t written that stuff. He couldn’t have. But then who did?

Me! It was me! The voice in his head spoke, no screamed out at the top of his lungs.

Saeran whimpered at the onslaught of pulsing pain.

A-Are you okay? With wide eyes and a small frown, the boy reached for Saeran, but before his bloodied, chewed fingertips could touch his shoulder, Saeran shoved him with all his might.

Ow! The boy’s head smacked against the hard floor.

“You’re just as weak, so don’t even try!” Saeran snapped and let out a cackle. Wait. No! What did he just-!? With a horrified gasp, he covered his mouth. He didn’t. . .didn’t do that. . .didn’t mean to. With a strangled sob, he curled in on himself. “I can’t take this anymore! I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to be here! I just want to. . .vanish. . .!” With a scream, he clawed at his chest. Why couldn’t everything just stop forever? Frantic wheezes tore past his parched throat and his body convulsed. Most the pain had dulled into an icy numbness, but that wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to feel anything anymore.

He didn’t want to exist.

You’re too weak to do anything! the voice in his head sneered. The venomous words pounded against Saeran’s skull. Stop trying and just let me-

I’ll help you.

Saeran froze and fell silent when the boy’s arms wrapped around him. It felt almost. . .real.

I’ll take care of things, so just leave the rest to me.

“H-how…?” Burning tears blurred Saeran’s vision, but despite this, he could make out the boy’s face. His warm smile and those blue eyes. Pure and comforting just like the sky. His sunshine hair glowed like a halo. With a small whimper, Saeran reached a shaky hand towards the boy. His best friend. His angel.

Shh… The boy took his hand and gave it squeeze. Warmth crawled up his arm. Close your eyes and just sleep.

Saeran didn’t get how that would help things, but he obeyed. His breathing slowed as his eyelids fell like a curtain of pure black.

I’ll handle everything from here on out. I’m just sorry I wasn’t strong enough to do more.

Saeran shook his head slowly. A heavy, tingly sensation held his lips together. But he really was grateful that he had met the boy. Grateful to have a friend. The voice in his head dulled into frantic whispers until only silence was left. The darkness faded into nothing and eventually he couldn’t feel his own body. There was nothing left at all, but that was how he wanted it. Finally at peace, he drifted off.

“Dear Believer, what is your name?”

He stared at the woman in black. The one who had wanted to meet him another lifetime ago. The one called Savior. “I. . .I don’t know my name. Do you know it?”

She nodded. “I do. Your name is Ray.”   Her smile grew and her dull olive eyes sparked with life for a brief moment. “My ray of sunshine. The last remnant of the sun.”

Ray. He liked the sound of it. The sun. . .the sky. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Somebody else loved the sky, but. . .thinking about that person made him feel off. As if he were imaginary and this world was just an illusion. All he could do was ignore it. Just like the voice inside his head. The one that brought nothing but pain. Ray brought his thumb to his mouth and bit down, tugging at a hangnail. The sharp sting was enough to snap him out of his daze.

“Now come,” Savior beckoned him forward with the flick of her wrist and a cool smile. “There’s a couple of matters that must be tended to before you can officially become one of us.” She took his hand and led him to a cabinet. Her hands were so small, but there was something strong about them. Her nails dug into his flesh and he didn’t realize he had been holding his breath until she let him go and opened the wooden door. Ray watched her rummage through the shelves, but then froze at the sight of a mirror on the door. The boy in the reflection. Red messy hair and yellow eyes. Who was that? That wasn’t him. Was it? No! It wasn’t! Who was that!?

He flinched when something cool and slick brushed against his fingers. The woman snatched his hands in a soft, yet forceful motion and handed him a vial full of bright teal liquid. “Now, my child,” she said, voice eerily calm. “It’s time for you to drink this.”

“Yes, Savior.” Ray brought the vial up to his lips without hesitation. This was his purpose. This was what he was supposed to do. Serve the Savior and work for the eternal paradise.

And protect someone.

Who?

Someone. Someone asleep in side of him.

Author’s Note: So...this is very headcanon-ish story. I know that Ray's route kind of proved this wrong, but I always liked the idea of Saeran having DID with Ray and Unknown being his alters. I had heard a few instances of someone with DID having an imaginary friend that ends up being their alter, so that was where the idea came from. I also used Saeran's diary as a reference to a lot of things, and if you have not seen it, there is a part with "Lier" scribbled all over it all misspelled. So now I'd like to think Unknown is not the best at spelling lolol. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed the story. Even if it can't really be canon, I hope it was still fun~