#also i LOVE when people draw splat with stars in his hair so i needed to do that too <33333
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Scrappy-Doo Daily Dose #1
Scrappy Doo fan art compilation! Seven Per week!
All Rights to Warner Bros! No Money made off of this!
1. Box 00. 507 Scrappy Doo, by Kurrutra.
For those of you not familiar with Pokemon, this is Scrappy as a Herdier! (A Gen 5 Normal type pokemon) I personally saw Scrappy as more of a riolu, but I appreciate this!
2. Maggie and Scrappy, by Vederick
This is a more AU ish interpretation of Scrappy, going off of a fanmade show concept-which Verdalkan shares in the work’s description. It’s very detailed and energetic in vision, which is why I consider it to be part of the work. I will include Maggie’s description since it’s not just about Scrappy-it’s about how he interacts with others, too.
“It was recently brought to my attention that Shaggy has a little sister and after reading up on her a little I realized I just had to include her in this universe...it's not that she's had a particularly interesting or large role before, but that I think she could have one here if played right.
In MDI, Maggie is Shaggy's parents are separated. She's been Shaggy's biggest fan since they were little and still remains so. In her first theoretical "episode" of MDI, Shaggy will have not seen her in a while and be desperate to maintain the image of himself that she has in her head from when they were kids (as her clever, courageous protecter). Hah! Reminds me of Be Cool Scooby-Doo’s ‘Night of the Upsetting Shorts’. I know that it’s FRED’s shorts but I can’t help but think of the bad rap that the animated Scooby shorts get. What a trip they were.
He'll of course need the help of his new friends to maintain the charade; so Velma feeds him clues and data under the table so he can triumphantly announce having "deduced" them, Fred will have to (very begrudgingly) fill Shaggy's role on the team (which he'll use to mock him at every turn ), meanwhile Daphne will even pretend to have a crush on him and constantly talk him up to his sister with past tales of his "bravery" (which in turn will cause Maggie to reveal TRUE things about her big bro that will actually end up endearing Daphne to Shaggy [in line with my shipping plan ]). But they won't just have Maggie to worry about, since along for the ride will be her puppy, Scrappy-Doo. So when Scrappy was being made, the writers were a bit...disorganized to say the least. Joe Barbara-Scrappy’s creator-a very unique, hotheaded man who had a blast at life and cartoons-just had people sit around and chatter until they came up with something that they liked. And with a new character there were tons of ideas! They all agreed that Scrappy was a spitfire, but anyway, one of the ideas was that he would be owned by...Daphne’s niece...yeah I love Scrappy but I think they were getting way too carried away with the sibling’s progeny motif. That reminds me of this! (He's not her dog traditionally; it's sort of a "twist of convenience" I'm doing)
Like Scooby, Scrappy will be much more 'dog-like' in the universe (basically human intellect and awareness, but no talking). I think that it’s interesting to have a mute character if the animators can handle the extra pressure of expressing what’s going on in the character’s head and showing what’s going on without using their voice or traditional language. The character is fleshed out by their lack of traditional speech that way. His personality is still very much intact: recklessly brave and overconfident. It's not entirely baseless, though; Well, Verdalken seems unfamiliar with Scrappy’s super strength, but all in all the amount of thought and effort still really pulls me in! he's been very well trained by Maggie. :O Doggie martial arts??? He also idolizes and adores Scooby as much as she does Shaggy, despite the fact that he'll constantly show him up at every turn of the mystery (not on purpose, just doing his best to follow the "example" he imagines Scooby is setting for him).
Not being talkative, I thought I'd have Maggie be the one who verbally expresses Scrappy's disposition, seeing as she shares most of it (like Scooby does with Shaggy); she'll be the one who says "Let me at 'em!" and brandishing her fists when a monster/criminal attacks, while Scrappy growls just-as-eagerly at her side...stronk baby <3 before Shag and Scoob snatch them up and run.
and other parts of his personality. I <3!
3. Monster High: Shaggy Rogers,Scooby Doo+Scrappy Doo by Ezio1-3
I haven’t seen monster high, but I like Scrappy’s AU look. It’s different, but not totally foreign. Shaggy’s spiky hair is interesting as well!
I'm drawing the Scooby Doo gang in Monster High! In this, the Scooby Doo Gang become exchange students for Monster High after being requested to help with Monster-human relations. They become popular students at the school for their mystery-solving skills and ability to solve any problems that might happen with their sleuthing skills. Nice take on how to handle real monsters. Shaggy Rogers and Scooby Doo are terrified at first about going to school for real monsters, but once they find out that most monsters aren't any different than humans, Wow! Like in Ghoul School! they star getting used to life there and become close friends with monsters like Frankie Stein, Draculaura and Lagoona Blue. Scrappy Doo takes an immediate liking to the school and becomes a personal fitness trainer for many young sports stars at Monster High despite his small stature and young age. I hope he’s unionized!
4. SCRAPPY-DOO by HaleyKlineArt
This is a very unusual look for Scrappy. I love the eyes. And the hearts. The hearts makes me smile, because I remember another thing about Scrappy was just how unapologetically affectionate he was (mostly to Scooby). He could fall off buildings and not break a bone on the show and he gave the best hugs too. Usually to Scooby. Hehe. The collar is a nice touch, and it just overall gives a really thoughtful feel to Scrappy’s connection.
5. The Little Talking Dog Wizard, by acla13
This may be based on the Wizards and Warlocks episode, where Scrappy is the party’s mage. The headpiece being like Scrappy’s collar is a nice touch.
6. SPLAT!, by Pembroke
See, guys, this is my goal. Warner Bros isn’t giving Scrappy to us, but I still see this lovely neurodivergent boy all around, and I like talking about him, and defending him, and thinking about him. So if this is the best we can get right now, we might as well make the most of it.
7. The Secret Origins of Scrappy-Doo
This is something by...me as an alt a few years back, and it’s very ridiculous. If it gets too ridiculous for you, then here’s a hint: Shaggy’s story is being told on April First.
That’s the end of this Dose! Please help me find more art to share!
#scrappy doo#fan art compilation#dailydose#crossover#monster high#pokemon#herdier#scooby doo#Scooby#ScoobyDoo#scooby-Doo#shaggy#shaggy rogers
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It’s supposed to sound nonchalant, but the way his voice breaks and the nervous laugh that follows makes his greeting sound more guilty than carefree.
“Don’t,” Yoosung shakes his head, “d-don’t Hey Yoosung, me!” He takes a few steps closer, tears threatening as he stares at his best friend. “How long have you been back?”
“Yoosung,” Seven says coming around the couch, “it’s, it’s really complicated ok?”
“It’s really not,” Yoosung growls, “you could have said something in the messenger, or sent a text or—”
“Tell him he’s cute when he’s mad,” Saeran snorts climbing over the back of the couch instead of stepping between them, “used to work in the chatroom.”
“Saeran,” Seven hisses as he covers his face with his hands and Yoosung struggles to find his words.
His brother shrugs and sticks the carton he’d been eating his ice cream from back in the freezer. They watch as Yoosung’s mouth opens and closes, his brow furrows and he glances around the room almost frantically.
“I’m, uh, I-I didn’t, I—”
“Yoosung this is my brother,” Seven practically sprints to the kitchen, he tosses an arm over Saeran’s shoulder but Saeran shoves him off.
“You’re on your fucking own Saeyoung,” he snorts moving towards the hall, “wouldn’t want to make the baby cry right?”
“Saeran,” Seven almost whines as he throws his brothers dirty spoon down the hall after him.
“Baby?” Yoosung says, the anger back.
“That’s not what I said,” he pleads. “I just asked him to be nice.”
“To the baby?”
“He says things without thinking, I didn’t want him to make you c-cry, I—”
“—like a baby.” Yoosung interrupts furious that he can feel the tears spill over his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yoosung,” he tries, “that wasn’t what I meant he just, he’s still getting the hang of, you know?”
“The hang of what?” Yoosung screws up his face.
“People? I guess,” Seven shrugs.
Seven tears a piece of paper towel from the roll on the counter and hands it to Yoosung, they’d run out of tissues the day before but he had forgotten them when he stopped at the store today, he forgot so much. Yoosung takes it and wipes at his eyes before he throws himself on Seven’s couch.
“How did you know I was back?” he asks when Yoosung looks up at him.
“I saw you today, when I was on the bus,” and for a moment the look of betrayal on Yoosung’s face feels akin to the impact the bullet had made with his vest months before. “Why didn’t you tell us, how long have you been back, I-I can’t believe you have a bother, where was he?”
The edge recedes from his voice with each question.
“I don’t know,” Seven says sitting away from Yoosung and drawing his knees up.
“Before or after the party?” Yoosung asks, the look on his face suggests that his answer would colour the mood.
“After,” Seven swallows, “it’s only been a few weeks.”
Yoosung runs a hand through his hair and lets out a relieved breath. “Why, after—ugh I— why aren’t you talking to us?” he finally manages to say.
“No one was supposed to miss me,” he shrugs. “And I didn’t know what to say, and what if you all wanted to come here? I couldn’t, I don’t know.”
“Of course we missed you,” Yoosung leans forward to give him a little push, “that���s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, and you have a brother, everyone is going to want to meet him! You should bring him to the café to meet everyone.”
“No Yoosung,” Seven shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s ready for that yet. He’s met Jumin and now he’s met you, let’s uh, let’s give him some time.”
“He’s met Jumin,” Yoosung repeats, and Seven can see the light bulb, the way the question forms in his mind. The way Yoosung’s eyebrows knit together and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth while he decides if he should ask. “Was he who sent the message that day.”
Fuck, he just shakes his head no, he doesn’t want to say something that would make Yoosung ask more questions or worse, cry again. He doesn’t want to have this conversation right now when he’s not sure if Saeran can hear them.
“W-were you there at all?”
He nods, “Yoosung thi—”
“Did you see her?”
“Yoosung I, I don’t want to talk about her right now.” They both jump with the sound of a slamming door.
“B-but I—”
“If you need to have this conversation we can talk about it later in texts or somewhere else but not where Saeran can hear I don’t want to,” he inhales remembering everything he saw at the Castle, every terrible thing he’s heard his brother talk about. “Yoosung, I don’t think you want the answers I have.”
“Why not wher—”
“Yoosung,” he says firmly, “I know you have an idea what was happening there, please.”
He watches Yoosung press his lips together and squeeze his eyes shut in frustration, he can see the wheels turning as Yoosung tries to process what little he’s been given and move on. “He was the hacker, wasn’t he?”
Seven nods.
“Is he safe?”
Seven closes his eyes and swallows. “Mostly,” he says softly not sure how his voice will carry with the door shut, “to you, and Jumin and probably everyone else. He’s recovering, he’s doing OK. Today is a good day, or it was maybe not anymore.”
“Sorry,” Yoosung hangs his head. “I didn’t—”
“No,” he doesn’t know why he does it but he pulls Yoosung into a hug, “it’s my fault, you didn’t know, I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”
“You are,” Yoosung nods and mumbles into Seven’s sweater.
When he lets Yoosung go, they sit awkwardly for a few minutes in silence. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Seven asks
“Are you going to get a call and kick me out in the middle of it?” Yoosung frowns.
Seven laughs. “No, definitely not.”
“You said that last time.”
“Oh,” Seven smiles wide pushing himself up off the couch, “my sweet little Yoosungie,” he sing songs, “didn’t you know you’re looking at a dead man?”
Yoosung frowns. “You’re not a ghost Seven,” he shakes his head and crosses his arms. “That is the laziest joke you’ve ever tried on me.”
Seven cackles. “No no, that’s not what I mean. Agent 707 is dead, no more Luciel Choi. I quit and they shot me, fell off a roof. Splat, super dead.”
“You got shot?” Yoosung leans forward.
Seven thumps his chest over his heart as he walks backwards into the kitchen. “Shot through the heart,” he sings loud and off key, “and you’re to blame.”
He cackles and Yoosung blushes.
“Hey you should go see if Saeran wants to watch with us,” Seven climbs up on the counter and reaches for a box on the top shelf.
“Me?” Yoosung squeaks.
“Yeah you’re right,” he shrugs. “Get some drinks out of the fridge, Saeran likes those sweet coffee drinks.”
It’s nice really. Having Yoosung back in his house, even if it had been a rough start things had swung back around and it felt normal, like any of the other rare occasions that he’d invited Yoosung over to hang out. He knocks on his brother’s door, “I’m coming in OK?”
“Whatever.”
Saeran is laying on his bed with his hands on his chest snapping the plastic beaded bracelet his therapist had given to him. Seven can see the bottle of pills on his nightstand. “I’m sorry.”
Saeran shrugs and snaps the bracelet. “I didn’t need them.”
“T-that’s a good thing right?”
He snaps the bracelet again. “Sure.”
“We’re going to watch a movie,” he says sitting on the edge of the bed, “if you want to come out? You might like Yoosung, he’s a uh, he’s a really good listener, you know?”
Saeran snorts. “Yeah? Does he know you’re in love with him?”
Seven freezes as his brother sits up and walks past him. He tries to will himself to follow, come on, you’re asshole brother is going to rat you out, he shouts inside his head, but then his brother’s shaggy head peeks around the edge of the door frame.
“Are we gonna watch a movie or what?” He smirks.
The movie goes well, Saeran stays for more than half of it before leaving abruptly and not coming back and when Seven peeks in his room after Yoosung leaves his brother is sleeping soundly, and none of the usual alarms go off during the night. It’s the first time since the incident that Saeran has slept more than a few hours at a time.
When Yoosung calls the next day Seven braces himself for the questions, for the horrible things he’ll have to tell him but Yoosung surprises him.
“I uh, I looked at the reports Jumin had,” Yoosung says quietly, his voice is hoarse and Seven can tell he’s been crying. “Last night when I got back, I’d been avoiding them I thought I could get someone to just tell me.”
“If you want to ask me anything,” he says, not wanting to think about it but knowing Yoosung might need more closure than whatever Jumin’s people had put in those papers. “I don’t, uh I don’t know much more than what I saw that day and a few things Saeran has said.”
“No,” Yoosung says firmly. “I don’t want to think about it. If I change my mind I’ll ask V when he comes back.”
If he comes back, Seven thinks. V had been in pretty rough shape when he’d left them there and Seven couldn’t deny that regardless of his complacently V had also suffered there. “Does anyone else know?” Seven asks.
“Oh no, no they don’t,” Yoosung says quickly. “Kit and I saw the message in the chatroom, and Jaehee called Jumin, and I called Zen.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer when you tried to call me.” Seven says.
“No,” Yoosung says his voice cracking, “it’s ok, if we’d have known what was happening we wouldn’t have tried we were just worried. Kit and Jaehee figured out where the coordinates pointed to but there was nothing there that we could see and Jumin wouldn’t tell us anything until after.”
“What do they know?” He asks, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Just that you weren’t there when Jumin got there, and that V and Rika were, and that,” he swallows, “she killed herself. I’m the only one he told the whole story to; I think V told him to. But he never said anything about your brother.”
“Jumin didn’t know about Saeran until later,” Seven says. “He uh, I needed to get him to an actual doctor so I asked Jumin for help but I made him swear to keep it a secret.”
“But you kept in contact with him?” Yoosung asks, and there’s a hint of something in his voice. Seven can’t tell if it’s jealousy or anger.
“Not really, Jumin just kept checking in,” then it hits Seven, “actually you know, he did keep me up on all the big RFA news.”
“You mean like the last party? Because it was kind of not great, we didn’t even really have and auction or anything.”
“Come on Yoosung, aren’t you going to tell me about your girlfriend?” There’s something satisfying about the choking sound on Yoosung’s end of the phone.
“Girlfriend, Jumin said I have a girlfriend?” Yoosung squeaks trying to breathe.
“Hmm,” Seven hums, “he might have just said you had a date, either way my little buddy is all growed up.”
“Ugh,” Yoosung groans, “no it’s not. I don’t know I didn’t realize it was a date until we got there, I just thought she wanted to go to the party.”
“Aw buddy,” Seven chuckles. “Tell me about her, I want to know everything; did you take her out again? Did you kiss her?”
“What? No! I, Uh, oh my god.”
“Please Yoosung,” he whines.
Seven gets up from where he’s been sitting on the couch and walks to the window to watch his brother sitting in the backyard drawing while he waits for Yoosung to give in and tell him what happened. He’s not even sure why he’s pressing so hard for information. It’s not like he was going to tell Yoosung how he felt.
“Fine, she was my tutor,” Yoosung mumbles. “I thought she just wanted to come to the party because she’d heard Kit and Jaehee mention it, I didn’t, god I’m so stupid.” Seven can see how Yoosung would shake his head and cover his face while he spoke.
“You are pretty dumb sometimes,” he agrees.
“Ugh, do you want to hear the whole story or not?” Yoosung pouts.
“Very much, yessir.” Seven chuckles, and he can hear Yoosung snort.
“I don’t know, I thought she was just nice to me because she was tutoring me and she was pretty but I dunno. I figured she was off limits and then we got to the party and,” Yoosung groans again, “I’m a moron.”
Seven laughs. “How bad could it be?”
Yoosung’s words are mumbled and Seven is pretty sure he’s buried his face in a pillow or something. “She tried to kiss me and I kind of freaked out.”
“What,” Seven teases, “Yoosung is the connection bad? Is your battery dying I can’t hear you.”
“It was really bad, OK?” Yoosung sighs, his voice clearer. “We left early because I didn’t feel right and it was so soon after everything, and I guess she thou—I don’t know what she thought but she— she grabbed me in the car on our way home and she tried to kiss me and I panicked.”
“That still doesn’t sound that bad, Yoosung,” Seven chuckles.
“When I panicked I tried to push her away but the car hit a bump and our faces slammed together and I think she broke her nose,” he says like he’s trying to prove a point.
Seven cackles.
“It’s not funny, there was a lot of blood, my best shirt was ruined.”
That only makes Seven laugh harder.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Yoosung whines. “I had a text in morning from her saying she couldn’t tutor me anymore and she would call me but she never has.”
“Do you want her to?” He’s not sure why he asks, a sucker for punishment he figures as the door to the backyard slides open and Saeran comes back inside.
“I don’t know,” Yoosung says.
It’s late evening a few days later and they’re leaving Saeran’s therapy appointment when he gets a text from Yoosung. There’s an RFA meeting at Jaehee’s café after it closes in a half hour and Yoosung thinks they should come. He considers ignoring the text, not even mentioning it to Saeran.
They made special appointments, that Seven happily paid double for, this late in the day so that his brother didn’t have to risk being around too many people. It also helped that being late in the evening it didn’t ruin a potentially good day with a tough session.
But Saeran looked OK tonight, he was walking to the car a few feet away from Seven looking up at the streetlights rather than sticking close to his brother and curling in on himself to keep from the crowd like he almost always did after a session while they walked to the car. Sometimes, after a particularly rough session Seven would have to almost carry him.
“Was that Blondie,” Saeran teases when they’re getting their seatbelts on.
“Who’s in love with Yoosung now?” Seven teases.
Saeran shrugs. “Still, fucking, you dummy.”
He shakes his head, he’d made a promise not to lie to Saeran, and there was no point in denying it, it was doubtful Saeran would tell Yoosung, at least not on purpose.
“Is he coming over or something?” Saeran asks as Seven starts the car.
“He wants us to come to the Café,” Seven shrugs. “There’s an RFA meeting tonight, I guess.”
“You don’t sound convinced,” Saeran frowns.
“I think it’s Yoosung code for I want to introduce your brother to everyone,” Seven laughs.
The car is quiet for a few minutes while they pull out of the parking lot. “Did you want to go?” Saeran asks quietly. Seven can see him fidgeting with his bracelet.
“It’s not a big deal,” Seven says.
“Do you want to go,” Saeran tries again.
“Kind of,” he admits. “But not if—”
“Do they make frappes?” Saeran cuts him off.
“I think so,” Seven says carefully.
Saeran nods, like the choice has been made and Seven takes the turn towards the café. Saeran pulls up his hood when they get out of the car but it’s Seven who stops at the corner of the building. They can see through the window, Zen is sitting at a table in the corner near the counter, Kit is on a stool strumming a guitar, nicer than the one Seven remembered, and Jaehee is alone behind the counter.
It’s not busy this close to close. A few people stand at the counter waiting for Jaehee to make their drinks, a man sits alone near the restrooms on his laptop and there’s a woman his age sitting near the front watching Kit play.
“You’re sure you want to go in?” He asks his brother. “I could just get your frappe say hello, and we could go home.”
“You’re a fucking baby,” Saeran snorts shoving past him and opening the door, but he freezes when Jaehee smiles and greets him, tucking his head down and stepping into line behind the man she’s serving.
“Don’t worry tough guy,” Seven whispers with a grin, “I’ll order for you.”
“Fuck off,” Saeran mutters.
“Luciel!” Jaehee says, stunned as he steps up to the counter. He can hear Kit’s strumming stumble and Zen’s chair scrape against the floor as he turns.
“I can go sit down right?” Saeran mumbles.
Seven nods. “Hey, Jaehee,” he smiles and rubs at his neck nervously.
“What are you doing here?” She asks.
“Heh, well I can uh leave? Yoosung said there was an RFA thing.”
“That’s not, I’m sorry I meant when did you get back,” she frowns and shakes her head.
He laughs “Oh uh, I don’t know,” he shrugs. “But uh, could you not call me Luciel anymore?”
“Oh, yes,” Jaehee nods, “of course, should I—”
“Just Seven for now.”
Jaehee nods as a big hand clamps down on his shoulder. “Look who’s back,” Zen smiles.
Seven looks at his shoes and wishes for just a minute he could trade places with his brother, sitting alone and ignored at a table in front of Kit. He glances in that direction wistfully and Kit nods towards him.
“Where were you? We were worried.” Zen gives him a small shove.
“You’re staying for the meeting then?” Jaehee asks, “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Oh, yeah you still make those Frappe things right?”
She nods and makes a face, “What kind do you want?”
“Uh whichever is the sweetest one I guess, chocolate or—do you put whipped cream on them or am I thinking of something else?”
She nods again, “I didn’t think you liked coffee.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t it’s not for me.”
“But you are staying?” she asks again.
“I uh, I don’t know.” He looks at his brother again. “For a few minutes I guess.”
While Jaehee makes the drink he watches Kit’s fingers fly over the strings of a banjo. So much had changed here in only a few months. The little rack of instruments has grown and they’re all newer now. He listens to her sing. Saeran smiles a little and she winks in his direction.
The girl who’d been alone in front of Kit before Saeran sat down is looking out the window but she stands up suddenly and steps cautiously towards Kit, writing something in a notebook and dropping a few dollars in the coffee cup next to it. Seven thinks he hears the door open but when he turns no one has come in or left.
He turns back to the counter when he hears the machine stop whirring and watches Jaehee tuck her hair behind her ear as she reaches for the whipped cream. It’s noticeably longer, one more thing to remind him how long he’d been gone. She’s smiling when she turns around and Seven can’t remember ever seeing her so happy.
“So did you come here with that boy?” She asks and he can see exactly what she’s thinking.
“He’s my brother,” he says quickly knowing how embarrassed she’d be if she voiced that thought out loud.
“Oh.” He watches her face shift a few times.
“I knew Jumin was a vault but I guess Yoosung can keep a secret too,” he smiles.
Kit sings as they glance behind them and Seven can see Yoosung’s blue hood disappear past the window. He can tell from Jaehee’s face that she saw it too. The two of them frown at the window so long that he’s forgotten about the drink on the counter until Saeran reaches past him.
“Hello,” Jaehee smiles at him, “I’m –”
“Jaehee, I know,” Saeran shrugs.
“Do you need to leave?” Seven asks.
Saeran shrugs. “I’m ok right now, as long as your friends don’t get fucking weird.” He goes back to the table he’d been sitting at.
“Your brother seems,” Jaehee tries.
“It’s ok, I know he’s rough, but he’s getting better.” He sighs. “He doesn’t mean anything by it.”
“Yeah I’m fucking harmless,” Saeran grunts sitting down.
“Could anyone explain why Yoosung appears to be hiding outside?” Jumin asks before he’s stepped all the way through the door.
The girl listening to Kit turns around and leaves and Seven watches as Zen gets up, “I’ll uh, I’ll go help?” Zen shrugs following her out.
“Was that Mina?” Jumin asks as Jaehee hands him a cup of tea.
“I thought she looked familiar,” Kit calls letting the man with the laptop out.
“Oh no,” Seven laughs but he’s surprised when everyone looks at him, “p-poor Yoosung?”
“I haven’t seen them study together since the party,” Jaehee says with a frown.
Seven does his best not to give away that he knows anything that they don’t.
“It’s nice to see you out, Saeran,” Kit smiles cleaning up the mugs and plates still left on a few tables. Both twins look at her, and then Saeran frowns at Seven. Kit wrinkles her nose. “Was I not supposed to know?”
“Apparently Kit is good at keeping secrets too,” Jaehee sighs.
Zen is laughing with tears in his eyes when he bangs on the door to be let back in and Yoosung looks, Seven can’t decide if it’s embarrassed or put out. He has a comical grumpy-cat frown on his face and his hands are balled into fists.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snaps when Kit opens the door for them.
Zen practically howls with laughter, wiping at his eyes.
“I told you she was your girlfriend,” Seven teases and Zen almost chokes trying to keep himself from laughing again.
“Oh my god,” Yoosung sobs. “She’s definitely not my girlfriend.”
Zen has settled into a sort of staccato chuckle as he slaps Yoosung on the shoulder. “I thought for sure you’d have kissed her already but—”
“Shut-up,” Yoosung whines covering his face.
A wave of laughter passes through the small group as things start to settle down. Zen offering advice on girls while both Yoosung and Jumin point out that they have never seen Zen with a woman. Zen and Jaehee try a few times to ask about Saeran, Kit and Jumin help him deflect. More than once he notices Kit check in with his brother.
To his own surprise he’s ready to leave before his brother. He suspects being able to sit on his own with his headphones in has helped somewhat. Seeing everyone after so long had been good, great really but he was exhausted, he hadn’t done much more than buy groceries and set appointments for Saeran since he’d walked out of the sweets shop the month before.
“A-are you going?” Yoosung looks up from his phone when he stands.
Seven shrugs. “Yeah, gotta work tomorrow, the boss is a real hard ass you know?”
Jumin shakes his head. “I would rather you not use me as an excuse, if you’d like to leave simply say as much.”
Saeran snorts and smirks and Seven watches Kit stop to help him pick up the couple dishes he’d been using.
“Can I get a ride from you?” Yoosung asks shoving his phone in his bag.
Saeran shrugs when he glances at him and Seven nods. “Yeah sure.”
Saeran sits in the back, Yoosung tries to argue with him but Saeran just chooses not to respond, he puts his headphones and stretches out in the backseat. Seven laughs.
“Do you m-mind, uh can I hang out at your place?” Yoosung asks as Seven starts the car.
He starts to speak, starts to say he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea, Saeran is probably tired, it’s been a busy day for him but a voice from the backseats grunts. “I don’t fucking care, I’m going to bed.”
“I guess it’s fine,” Seven shrugs.
“Thanks,” Yoosung smiles.
Saeran goes straight to his room when they get home, Seven tosses Yoosung a bag of chips from one of the boxes in his cupboard and they both flop down on the couch. “So what happened?” He asks fiddling with the remote.
Yoosung blushes and stares straight ahead, his lips purse and he swallows. Seven turns on the TV and starts to scroll through Netflix.
“T-that was Mina, the girl I took to the last party.”
“Your tutor,” Seven chuckles, “that you had a crush on?”
Yoosung groans. “I don’t think I did,” he frowns.
His heart skips a beat. Yoosung had been so flustered and Zen had thought something was hilarious. “Did you give her a bloody lip this time?” he teases, trying not to let on.
“N-no!” Yoosugn snaps. “S-she didn’t break her nose,” he says softly, still not looking at Seven, “s-she said she couldn’t tutor me because she had a crush on me,” Yoosung’s voice shakes a little as he speaks.
“Really?” Seven tries to sound light but he can feel every single thing he’s eaten today slam dancing in his stomach.
“She tried to k-kiss me again,” he says quietly, “and then Zen was right there and I turned my head and she missed and,” he covers his face. “I just asked her to go home and I maybe shoved her a little, I don’t know I freaked out again.”
“Was she pissed off?”
“I don’t know I ran away, that’s why Zen was laughing.”
Seven smiles and laughs and ruffles his hair. “You are like little baby man,” he says affecting some kind of terrible made up accent.
Yoosung just frowns and pouts and snatches the remote out of his hand. He knows exactly what to put on instead of scrolling for 15minutes like Seven always had to do.
“Do you like her though?” Seven asks while the opening credits roll.
Yoosung shrugs. “I don’t know, I thought I might but I don’t know. I’m kind of scared to even try now.”
“If you like someone,” Seven says seriously, “there’s never a right time to tell them.”
Yoosung shrugs.
“There’s just right now and too late and there’s no way to tell where you are until you try.”
“Ugh,” Yoosung groans playing with the zipper on his hoodie, “you’re not supposed to have advice you’re supposed to make me feel better. You’re supposed to make stupid jokes about how I’m cursed and I’ll never get to kiss anyone and make me laugh even though you’re being a jerk.”
Seven laughs. “Sorry.”
Yoosung growls.
Seven isn’t sure when he fell asleep, it’s daylight when Saeran pokes him in the forehead and he jolts up.
“Aren’t you supposed to work this morning?” Saeran laughs. “Or did you cancel so you could spend the morning with your boyfriend.”
Seven’s eyes go wide for a minute as the top of Yoosung’s head catches his eye in the middle of a pile of blankets. But he’s still fast asleep. “Wait, my boyfriend,” Seven say quickly, chuckling, “I’m not the one who tucked him in Saeran, you didn’t even give me one blanket.”
“That’s because he’s nice and you’re an asshole,” Saeran shrugs. As he walks away it strikes him unusual that his brother is actually dressed rather than just sporting his usual flannel pants and sweater.
“Yoosungie,” Seven singsongs tapping on the tuft of blond sticking out of the blankets. “Cutie-pie-Yoosungie, rise and shine.”
There’s a soft groan and then the hair disappears under a blanket and Seven laughs. He gets on his knees and starts to bounce on the couch.
“Yoosung! Hurry oh no!” he yells, still abusing the poor old couch, making the pile of blankets wobble and pitch.
Another groan as the pile lurches a bit. Seven stands up and starts to bounce harder, a foot on either side of the pile. “It’s an earthquake Yoosung,” he shouts, “a big one little buddy, quick I forget what to do. Yoosung, Yoosung, save me,” he says as he feels a hand wrap around his ankle.
The bunker door swings open and Kit steps into view with a guitar case on her back and an Arabic to English dictionary in her hand just as Yoosung pushes his foot off the couch and he crumples on top of the pile of blankets and Yoosung cackling.
A strangled sound escapes the blankets as Yoosung pushes Seven and the pile off of him.
“Good morning?” Kit smirks cocking an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a class right now?”
“I-what?” Yoosung yawns.
“It’s fine,” Seven chuckles, “I’m supposed to be working or whatever.”
“Oh no,” Yoosung whines digging around for his phone, “I do, I have to go, my class starts in like 2 minutes I’m going to be late again.”
Seven doesn’t even get to say goodbye or offer him a coffee or an energy drink before he’s running out the door.
Seven’s eyes narrow on Kit and her little grin. “What can I do for you?” he smiles picking up the blankets his brother had piled on Yoosung.
“You can get your brother or point me towards him,” she shrugs.
“You’re here for Saeran?”
She nods. “Doctor Rhee has been asking me to come see him since you got back only you hadn’t told anyone you were back so I didn’t want to step on any toes, but I talked to him a little last night and he seemed interested so here I am.” She smiles, nerves peaking through for the first time.
Seven just shakes his head and pulls a PhD Pepper from the fridge. “I don’t understand, what do you know about my brother.”
“Not a whole lot to be honest,” she admits. “I know what you told Jumin and I know the vaguest terms of his diagnosis but I won’t get any access to his records without his permission.”
“Why?”
“Who do you think gave Jumin the recommendations for you?”
He was off his game, of course Jumin would have asked Kit, she’d been a music therapist, and she’d had some significant connections before her own breakdown a few years ago after the death of one of the kids she worked with.
“Jumin didn’t tell me who they were for,” she offers seeing the frown on his face, “I actually kind of thought the recommendations were for you until I saw the two of you last night. Doctor Rhee had thanked me for recommending him to Saeran Choi at my session a few days ago and I just thought it was one of your aliases.”
Seven hears the back door slide open and then his brother’s monotone, “Oh, you’re here.”
Seven leaves them to whatever they’re going to do and shuts himself inside his computer room, he logs into the C&R VPN and sends a text to Jumin apologizing for being late.
[Jumin Han]: As long as your work does not suffer I have no need for you to be particularly punctual, flexibility was part of our agreement.
The day to day IT issues for the C&R building were mind numbingly simple and Seven almost loved it. Jumin had told him there would be use for his skills but not having to hack, not having lives on the line was a nice change of pace and Seven found he enjoyed the monotony of it. He liked the emails from the people who seemed to think the internet was magic just as much as he liked the emails from people who were certain they knew exactly what their problem was while being 100% wrong about what their problem really was.
He doesn’t notice Kit leave, he doesn’t notice his brother with the set of practice drum pads after she leaves, he doesn’t notice the pizza guy Saeran calls at supper time. He doesn’t notice anything until he gets a text from Yoosung.
[Yoosung Kim]: I asked Mina on a date.
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