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osita-iza · 2 years

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Day 10: Saeyoung + voyeurism

Tags: consensual voyeurism (talked abt in fic) thru cameras, established relationship, fingering, gn!fem bodied! reader

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You huffed as you taped up the last box and finally collapsed on your bed. Looking around the apartment, the few items you had brought to Rika's apartment packed up; it felt weird. Ever since you moved in, your life had become a whirlwind. One of cults, secrets, friends, and the worst fear of all- answering time sensitive emails.

You also met Saeyoung.

A small smile appeared on your face at the sheer thought of him. It had only been a few months since you two had met, yet it felt like your souls had always been connected. a light lit up in your chest as you pictured yourself tomorrow morning.

Saeran had reached a stage where he was open to you moving in. Tomorrow night, you would fall asleep cuddled up to Saeyoung for the first time.

Your phone vibrated next to your head; your boyfriend's face flashing on the screen. He had only taken the picture after you complained of not having any of him; he stuck his tongue out with a peace sign. You answered and curled up in your blankets.

"How are you doing, cutie pie?" he sing-songed.

"Oh, I'm doing absolutely splendid, handsome," you cooed, pitching your voice higher.

"Ewwww, never do that again," he chuckled.

"You started it!"

He sighed into the phone, and you heard his chair squeak as he sat down. "How's packing going? You need any help tomorrow?"

"No, I'm all done," you said, "I just finished actually,"

"That's good," he murmured, "Are you sure about this? I know I can be a lot and-"

"Saeyoung, after everything we've been through, living with you and your brother sounds like the most relaxing thing I'm going to get to do this year," you said.

"You really are perfect, huh?"

"Yeah, we are perfect," you replied. Your eyes drifted over to the camera sitting in the corner of the room. "Are you watching the cameras now?"

"No, I haven't in a while to be honest. Haven't felt the need to." Keyboard clacking rang through the phone. "Why?"

The red light clicked on to the small white camera. "Nothing. I just noticed it, and it reminded me of something," you chuckled.

"What did you think about?"

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Nothing. It's ridiculous,"

"Hey, I live for ridiculous."

"It's just something I would think about before we got together," you explained.

"Now I absolutely need to know more," he whined.

You let out a laugh before biting your lip. "This was early on , but it got worse when you would talk about checking the cameras all the time," you said, staring at the camera, "I would imagine coming out the shower in just a towel... or playing with myself. Then you would watch me thought the cameras. Sometimes I would imagine you calling and talking to me while you watched. Other times, I would just imagine you at your desk- watching me at your desk as you played with yourself,"

Saeyoung let out a deep breath with a chuckle.

You bit your lip. "Nothing to say?"

"God, MC, you're just-" he sighed, "You just always find a way to surprise me, ya know that?"

"Good surprise,"

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I would imagine that kind of stuff too. I never did it! Because I didn't wanna invade your privacy or anything but-"

You smiled at the camera. "You imagined it, though?"

"Yeah, sometimes you would come out the shower, and you would be dressed but your shirt would have wet spots on it,"

You smirked as you sat up, letting your blanket fall off you. You sat on your knees and tilted your head. "What did you think about?"

He was silent for a moment, and you giggled onto the phone as you ran your hand along the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know if you wanna hear it."

You rolled your eyes. "I brought this up, Saeyoung. You're not gonna corrupt me," you quipped, "Unless that's what you want,"

His voice dropped when he spoke into the phone. "Take your shirt off."

"That didn't take long," you sang. You placed the phone on your bed- now on speaker. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and inced it up your torso, hearing his breath hitch.

Saeyoung's groan reverberated through your silent apartment. All you were wearing now was your underwear, and the small curse he let out let you know he liked the view.

Your skin buzzed at the fact you couldn't see him. Only guesses could be made based off of the sounds he let out as hints.

"What are you doing just sitting there? Tease yourself," he said.

"Bossy," you whispered. You reached your hand up to pinch at your nipple, twisting and pulling at it. Pleasure rolled through your lower stomach, and he groaned again.

"You can do better than that," he breathed out.

"It's not like you're here to make me," you countered with a smile. You dragged your hand down to your navel before pulling it back up again. "Maybe I wanna take it slow?"

"You wanna be a brat is what you wanna do,"

You shrugged with another pinch to your nipple. "Same difference." You wrapped your mouth around two fingers, sucking on them for a moment before popping them out.

"There's a huge difference," he sighed. You could now hear the beat of him touching himself, only making you feel hotter. You pushed your fingers inside you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. Saeyoung moaned before calling out, "God, I wish I was there,"

You nodded along, barely hearing him. All you could take in was the squelch of your fingers moving inside you and him playing with himself through the phone. "It feels so good, Sae," you moaned.

"Spread your legs for me," he said. You immediately complied and spread your knees farther apart, resting your weight on a hand behind you. He gasped at the image, your cunt spread out as he watched your fingers push in and out. He could only imagine how shiny your fingers were, or how your wetness spread onto your things. "I wish I upgraded these cameras now,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you sped up your hand. "How close are you?" you asked.

"Really close," he answered, "God, you look so good,"

"I'm gonna cum soon," you gasped out.

"Come on," he said, "I need to see you cum on your fingers,"

You rolled your fingers directly against your g spot, pushing yourself closer to the edge. Your back arched more as your muscles tensed up. "Fuck, Saeyoung," you moaned, "God, I want you to fuck me right now,"

"Tomorrow, as soon as you get here, I'm pushing you onto that bed and fucking you until you're exhausted," he groaned.

An image of you two in his bed- what would then be your bed- popped into your head. Of him pushing into you without any hesitation. You wondered if he would go slow or fast; maybe he would switch it up.

Your eyes screwed shut as you finally came with a gasp. You rolled your hips momentarily as Saeyoung moaned through the phone. Collapsing onto the bed again, you laid next to the phone. Silence filled the room except for both of your gasps.

"That was even better than the fantasy," he chuckled.

You giggled with a nod. "Yeah, I'm glad I got to do that before leaving the apartment,"

"Same," Saeyoung said, "Maybe I'll need to put cameras into the bedroom for stuff like this later,"

"Oh, you're definitely gonna need to do that,"

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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No wait oh my god theres so much potential for Saeyoung getting sick and Saeran having to help him- Especially if its post RAE bc you and the twins go traveling and you KNOW Saeyoung's not gonna say shit because he doesnt want to spoil yours and Saeran's fun after all you went through. It probably takes you, Saeran, and several rfa calls to get him to actually rest

And then theres the whole mess of actually having a fever and all the Trauma the boys have associated with that and Saeyoungs internalized guilt about not being 'strong' enough for his brother and their still mending relationship and GOD I WISH I WAS A BETTER WRITER SO I COULD WRITE THIS

"He wouldn't let you do anything?"

"Nu-uh, nothing. I left the Tylenol by his bed, though. He wouldn't let me give it to him but I figure... he'll take it if he really needs it. Brother has... been that way for as long as I can remember. I can't remember a time in my life when he let me take care of him. I always was sick as a kid, but... if Saeyoung ever was, I can't recall. He wouldn't tell me if he was sick. For a long time, I thought Saeyoung couldn't get sick... it seemed like he was... stronger than I'd ever be."

"Saeyoung didn't want to worry you, I guess."

"He took care of me from the minute I could walk... which was way after he did. If I needed anything, Saeyoung would do everything to take care of my needs. I don't know how he did it, but there was one time when I had a really bad fever. He left me alone at some point to take care of mother's errands... but when he came back, he had some medicine."

"How did he manage that? I mean, you guys were in hiding from your father... and he was... the two of you were just kids."

"I still don't know, my love. But, that's the kind of person Saeyoung is. He will do whatever it takes to protect his loved ones... and... I know it must be hard... to..." Saeran's voice wavered, cracking his throat from the other side of the door. Even if he couldn't see his brother's face, it was obvious he was on the brink of tears.

Saeyoung caused that.

The voice of an angel was there to comfort him, though. To protect a weary heart with their gentle love and care. "It's okay, my sweet... it's okay. You're allowed to cry. Breathe with me... okay? Let's slow down and get you some tea."

Even in a state of delirium, Saeyoung Choi still had enough sense in him to pay attention to his surroundings. It didn't matter how weak or sick he was. He would be on guard. He was trained for this, yes, but it was a skill he'd been using since he was a child. It didn't matter if the threat was gone. It didn't matter if their father was behind bars for the rest of his life. It didn't matter that the agency had been dismantled.

His job was to remain strong for his dear family. His family meant the world to him. Saeran... [Y/N]... the RFA... they were his family, but the most important family to him was Saeran. They were twins, made of the same soul, and he promised that he would always protect him. It didn't matter what happened. It was his duty as a big brother to save his little brother.

His goal to protect his brother had been distorted by others his entire life. People used him and abused him in the name of what had been a truly innocent goal on his part. How could he just stop trying to do all he could for Saeran? He couldn't just stop giving the shirt off his back for his twin. He couldn't stop fighting even if Saeran had stood on his two feet, his two wobbly legs, and proved that he could protect every dream he had on his own.

Saeran was strong, emotionally.

He could handle himself now. He didn't need Saeyoung... but, what Saeyoung needed was to be needed. He needed to be there just in case. Just in case someone tried something again. That's why he'd wanted to come along with Saeran and [Y/N] after their honeymoon. They made the offer to him that he should tag along for a new trip, a family vacation. He would get to see his brother every day and chat with his new in-law.

It was a wonderful offer... even though, Saeyoung didn't want to get in their way. Saeran was living a beautiful life. He'd carved it out on his own. He deserved it... and Saeyoung was still trying to figure out what his life was. He was 'free' now... all thanks to his brother... even though, Saeran shouldn't have ever been on the battlefield in the first place.

No.

Blood wasn't meant to touch Saeran's soul.

It was meant for Saeyoung's hands alone.

With a ragged breath, he rolled over in bed, the fever burning him to nothing more than ashes. He was supposed to be strong... why had he gotten sick like this? How was his body this broken? Only a couple minutes in the icy cold shouldn't have done this to him... he'd been in the Antarctic for two months not even that long ago for a mission via Vanderwood's request.

When had Saeyoung left himself to become soft? Was it when he stopped training from threats? Was it when he lost himself in a bad state when his brother left the country for six months to enjoy some peace that he rightfully earned? Was it when he realized that his one purpose in life was no longer what he imagined it to be? He had to be strong for Saeran.

Just in case.

Something could always go wrong... and if it didn't... Saeyoung would be ready. He had to be ready. So, why wasn't he ready? Why was he in bed with a fever? Why was he trembling with chills that reminded his aching heart of the days when Saeran would cling to him? He wanted to be healthy... so he could do what he had to do.

If he couldn't give his life for Saeran, he had to be willing to remain there... always in the corner... always ready to act.

He wasn't sure he had another purpose. He coughed, the heart in his brain feeling too much to focus on anything but discomfort. He was free... but what was freedom? He wasn't allowed to exist and now... it was too much. There was too much in front of him and he felt like it was impossible to move. He could mask. He could smile. He could be there and laugh...

But, he would never admit to a single soul he was running himself into the ground with this feeling of misery.

"P... Pathetic..." his throat was hoarse as he spoke to himself in the darkness. "You're pathetic... that's what Saejoong said... you're just another cog in the machine, Saeyoung... thinking you... can do any little thing to outsmart them all... but in the end... you get played like a fiddle... and... and...."

The darkness welcomed him in the midst of his haze.

It would be hours before he even vaguely regained awareness, much less consciousness.

He thought he'd been on fire again. But, this time, there was a kind of coolness against his face that wasn't there before. His glasses weren't on but he could feel someone in the room. He blinked, bleary-eyed in a feverish state, and saw a white blob at his bedside. Saeran was the person that he least expected to come in here.

He didn't imagine his twin would want to risk getting sick like this. His immune system was still a weak one. It wouldn't take much for a little cold to leave him on his back for days.

Maybe it wasn't even his twin... maybe he was having a dream from the fever. He didn't know what a dream would feel like against a fever dream... if he got sick when he was in the agency, Vanderwood gave him the strongest painkiller and he kept working. Even though he'd hated substances that altered his mind... medication kept him going like he needed. It was better than alcohol, he told himself.

The coldness he felt, he realized, was an ice pack.

Saeran must've grabbed one to try and help with his fever the only way he knew how. Saeyoung knew Saeran had a weariness to most medications, too. He didn't talk about it... but whatever happened to him with Rika... it wasn't good. Another reason why Saeyoung knew he was a failure. But, Saeran trusted painkillers and basic medicine... because it made a difference when someone needed help. The body was only so strong...

Normal people were only so strong.

Saeyoung wasn't normal.

"You didn't take anything," Saeran said.

"I'm fine," Saeyoung muttered. It was a blatant lie that neither of them believed. "You shouldn't be in here. It's just a fever... I'll be fine. I don't want you to catch this cold. It'll be a lot worse if you get sick. You and [Y/N] have plans this weekend."

"Brother, I don't have any plans that're more important than you are. I don't want you to be alone. If you're not going to help your fever, the least I can do is stay here with you."

Saeyoung said nothing.

"You used to do this for me all the time, remember? When I got sick, you wouldn't go to the cathedral until I felt better. Even if that meant we didn't eat much that day... you knew I'd cry and cry... and cry... if I was alone and sick with mother," Saeran said, softly. Even if he could not see Saeran, he knew his brother was looking at his lap. He didn't dare look at Saeyoung when he was nervous.

"I knew you needed to go. But, I kept asking for you to stay. I was a scaredy-cat. I hated being alone... but I knew you were stronger than me. You were faster than me... you knew how to protect yourself on the street. But, brother... Saeyoung... tell me, why did you ever let me believe that you weren't scared, too? Why couldn't I help you when it was bad? I know I needed more... but, why... why couldn't you—"

"I wasn't important," Saeyoung cut him off, a cough burning in his throat before he could finish. He closed his eyes to avoid the static clouding his vision. "You were so important, Saeran. You were more important. If I got sick, I got better. If you got sick, you got worse. I didn't need anything. I had to take care of you. I have to take care of you no matter what! That's my job! I'm your— ack, cough—I'm your big brother. My job is to protect you since our parents didn't want to protect either of us."

A coughing fit burned in his throat. He felt ashamed of himself... and the pain he felt was wrong. He needed to be better. He wanted a dull dream where nothing like this haunted him. Whether this was real or fake, he just wanted it to... he needed it to end. He needed to be back to full strength. He needed to be strong.

"I'm not a child anymore, brother."

"I know that! But—"

"Saeyoung, brother, I love you. You're my big brother. You always will try to take care of me no matter what happens. I know that. I know I don't have to be afraid of anything when you're with me. But, brother, I don't need you to be strong for me now. I'm strong. I know how to take care of myself, too. If I need you, I'll tell you I need you. You know I would. I don't have any reason to hide my suffering from you. We're the same soul, remember? So, why are you still hiding your suffering from everyone? Not just me, but the rest of our family?"

Saeran was standing up now, his voice emotional and torn with such things that Saeyoung had never heard before. He felt shameful. This wasn't what he wanted. He never wanted to hurt Saeran. The pain in his brother's voice tore him to shreds. In trying to hide his pain from his brother, he hurt his brother more than he would've if he had just been honest.

Saeyoung jolted up, the ice pack falling from his face as he looked at his twin, full of shame. "I have to be the strongest, Saeran! I can't live if I'm not— If I'm not strong enough to protect you!"

Like whiplash, the truth sent him reeling and tears flooded into his eyes. His vision clouded, and his fists clawed at the sheets. What he didn't see in Saeran's face was the recognition of the words he'd just spoken as if those words were his own. All he knew was that he had no way to hide his pain anymore.

Saeran's arms wrapped around him, tightly, in a hug that he refused to let go of. Saeyoung couldn't bring himself to hug his brother back, he only stared ahead of himself, the darkness taunting his vision as the fever became worse and the ringing in his ears left him nothing but a shell of himself. He needed to be strong... Saeran wasn't meant to see him like this.

But... the fact was... Saeyoung couldn't hide anymore. Not from his brother and not from their family. His mask was broken and nothing could put it back together now that the truth was revealed.

"You don't need to be the strongest to be worthy of a wonderful life, Saeyoung," Saeran's words were foggy in the distance. "That's what [Y/N] taught me after I really hurt them trying to prove my strength was the only reason I was still alive. We won't let you suffer that way, I promise... I promise. Please, let your family take care of you."

And just like that, Saeyoung was swept away once again, this time, whispering, "Forgive me."

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adoranoia · 10 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒; 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋: cats, of course! any kind of cat. small cats, big cats... 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑: he never really had a big opinion on flowers, until sae -ran came into his life again. once, saeyoung jokingly asked what he thought his favorite flower might be, and saeran answered 'sun -flowers' without hesitation. saeyoung truly loves sunflowers, now. 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: fruity, or candy-esque smells, uses kid's strawberry shampoo. 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄: don't really like coffee, prefers soda or energy drinks for caffeine, but if he does drink it, it's basically just hot milk with sugar. 𝐓𝐄𝐀: same as above, not a big fan. but drinks it sometimes with saeran, since he likes it. tends to like dessert teas, or other 'fun' unnatural flavorings. 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊: sugary sweet soda, energy drinks, etc! he's, uh. not the healthiest. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄: absolutely not. next question! 𝐅��𝐎𝐃: loves korean barbecue, or anything 'interactive', really, bc it makes the idea of cooking fun to him, even if it's much simpler. also tends to like snack/street foods, bungeoppang, jjinppang, etc. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓: bingsoo/shaved ice! he can eat so much of it in one sitting, ok.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: his hoodie is a comfort item, along with his orange headphones, he's basically always wearing those two. 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: he's left-handed!‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: sloppy, it annoys vanderwood and saeran sm. 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄: tends to be a little messy, but it's more of a organized mess, he knows where everything is despite it looking thrown around. he can't handle true messiness tbh, bc it reminds him too much of his childhood home.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: morning, to help his groggy self wake up.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: physical touch, acts of service.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: he wants to, badly. he thinks it's so sweet, but it's just not realistic, is it? especially for someone like him.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

TAGGED BY: no one, i stole it. <3 ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ TAGGING: steal it from me! <3‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && PROMPTS #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER .#i'm also doing this for saeran gimme a sec /lh #anyway this is cute........... baby baby boy. lil guy

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kangjaehee · 2 years

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bloom.

mytsictober day 2 late bc i had no ideas lmaooo anyway i chose garden. and made it about saeran bc of course i did.

title: bloom.

character(s): Choi Saeran, 707

word count: 668

tags: post mint eye saeran, SE saeran, plants as a metaphor for growth, healing.

Seeds were beginning to sprout in the Choi household window.

Little stems beginning to grow on the colorful pots on the living room windowsill, green and thin yet strong. Ech pot had the plant’s name painted on: Lily of the valley. Rose. Daisy. Orange tree. And Choi Saeran smiled.

It was a rainy day when he asked Saeyoung if they could go to a plant shop. He had been thinking lately about starting a garden. All in all, he missed the flowers, he missed the caring, the growth. True, the garden at Mint Eye hadn’t been entirely his… but it still was, in a way. It was his safe place, where he could relax. He would tell the flowers his secrets. He would care for them like he wished to be cared for. And then he’d see them bloom into beautiful things over time, and wishing that could one day be him.

He used to believe, back when he was under Rika’s reins, that he would one day be that to his Savior, bloom into a beautiful flower for him. (Of course, she didn’t want him to bloom into a flower– in the end he was not more than a pawn.) But now, he wanted to do it for himself. He wanted to take all his torn-up pieces, put them in a flower pot, and watch them bloom into something. It didn’t have to be beautiful, just something.

He wanted to see the flowers bloom again, so he asked Saeyoung to go to a flower shop. This was only weeks after the Mint Eye raid, and he was still confused, and vulnerable, and part of him still hated his brother and cried for Rika, but he’d started to take a liking to the person with the brown hush cut who liked to roam around the house in an apron. And he wanted to see the flowers bloom again.

Saeyoung accepted. He took him to a plant shop. It was just outside the city, with a filled greenhouse. Saeran knew of these places, had always wanted to visit one, but back there he was never the one to run senseless errands, trivial things like these were left to lower-ranked believers. But now, here he was. And it was even better than he’d imagined.

Walking in felt like entering a window of endless possibility, a place where he knew everything exactly. It was familiar, a home. He explained to Saeyoung everything he knew about every plant. Its meaning, characteristics, what type of care it required. Saeyoung was, surprisingly, mesmerized.

So, he offered to buy some that they could grow at the house. Saeran was taken aback, flooded by a strong emotion he couldn’t understand. He didn’t imagine his brother, who abandoned him who didn’t get him would do this. But he did. Saeran picked a few, Saeyoung picked a few. They bought pots and care products. They took them all home. Chaeyoung came to paint the little pots, and Saeran discovered he was quite good with the paintbrush. Jaehee came too, and made them coffee. Saeran didn’t like coffee, but still decided to try it. She made him start to like coffee that day.

The plants helped the house become a little bit more his. It was his little corner, his little sanctuary, where he watered and cleaned and researched. For weeks, they stayed under the dirt.

“So… when will they come out?” Saeyoung asked one day.

“You can’t rush them,” Saeran had answered. “Growth takes time. You have to learn to wait.”

Those were two things Choi Saeran knew well, but that Saeyoung, with his quick-paced life, had trouble accepting. But eventually, one February morning, the seeds began to sprout.

Growth takes time. It sure does, thought Saeran. The seeds were starting to grow, and he could feel himself growing too. He was starting to become himself these days, and the flowers were starting to grow along with him.

In time, they would bloom. And he would as well.

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bluejay-writes · 1 year

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A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 10

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW. Fandom: Mystic Messenger Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran Chapter 10 Wordcount: 3147 You can also read this on AO3! <- Also a good place to check tags.

Chapter 10: Coffeeshop AU

Paradigm Coffee was located just south of downtown, and it attracted an eclectic variety of clientele, from the usual hipster coffee crowd, to the tech sector folks who didn’t want to work from the office, to the local goth community, and beyond.

The owners, Tyler and Cassandra, had taken over for her grandfather, who was all too ready to hand off his business to a worthy (and youthful) successor.

The coffee was good - a nice medium blend that didn’t taste burnt like one of the popular chain’s did, and the specialty drinks weren’t bogged down in sugar the way the other popular chain’s were. If you asked Tyler, their real draw was the food that Cass cooked, down home favorites that kept everyone warm in the cold snowy season, and reminded them of home. If you asked Cass, their draw was the hot barista. Tyler drew in so many people, women, gay men, teens who wanted to be him. His model looks, golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes made anyone swoon for him. (He disagreed, of course, and wished people would stop hitting on him in front of his girlfriend.) For her part, Cass didn’t mind him getting the attention. She was perfectly happy to blend into the background, with her dark brown hair in its cyberpunk inverted-bob and way too much eyeliner lining her brown eyes.

They had lots of customers, but the regulars always caught their eye. Sean, who was always there on Wednesday and Friday working from the shop - he ordered a coffee or some kind of baked good at least once an hour, as if he was paying rent on the space. Oftentimes on Fridays he’d claim the largest table, and throughout the day a gaggle of college students would come and hang out, doing their own assignments or gaming. Oddly popular, that one. Then there was Liz with her long red hair and her boyfriend, the latter who never came inside but always waited outside while she was getting drinks, hood up and skateboard in hand, even in the dead of winter when skateboarding on the city sidewalks was a death wish. Cass always felt like all of them had such unique stories, and she wondered what would happen if she wrote stories around what happened in the shop.

The news in Seoul was full of stories about the cult up in the mountains, and the millions of won that they’d been contributing to Prime Minister Saejoong Choi’s campaign for President. The response from his campaign was swift and decisive, denying any knowledge of these donations having been from a cult, and pointed the media to his records, where they were all linked to the parties thrown by the RFA.

The RFA, of course, retaliated with details about all of the Prime Minister’s illicit dealings throughout the years, with a video wherein up-and-coming musical actor Zen presented ‘just a fraction’ of what the Prime Minister had done over the years, which included information about his twin sons, Saeyoung and Saeran, both of whom were missing, along with the RFA’s newest member Jaena, who’d gone missing during her vacation in Seoul earlier that summer. They also implicated the intelligence agency Saeyoung had been first targeted by at the request of his father, and then recruited by later, once the cult had started funneling money to the Prime Minister through it.

The coverage was so thorough that the news spread to other countries, appearing on every local news station, the scandal and terror of the cult’s existence and the way it preyed on the fatigue of white-collar workers and the general lack of proper discourse about mental health issues becoming trending topics across social media. The fact that an American woman had gone missing amidst the scandal did its part to make the situation an international one, when it might otherwise have stayed isolated.

A few weeks into the tense media circus that surrounded the situation, Saeyoung Choi reappeared, worse for wear, but alive. He explained how he’d been taken by his father in an attempt to clear his name, but between the RFA’s information campaign and the dissolution of the agency, there way no way to use him to that effect. The Prime Minister was booked by the authorities on several felony counts, as well as multiple more pending, and the leadership of the Agency likewise.

People were so shocked by Saeyoung’s reappearance that he had interviews on basically every channel, and even was a guest on Noprah’s show, where he basically told his life story, including fighting his way free of the agency that basically owned him, losing, finding, and losing his brother, and meeting but missing out on the woman of his dreams. At Noprah’s insistence, he made a plea into the camera at the end of the segment.

“Wherever my little brother and my perfect scarlet are out there, I hope they’re watching. I love you both so much, and I hope you’re taking care of each other. Stay put, I’ll find you soon. I promise.”

Cass tore her eyes away from the TV in the corner that was showing that episode of Noprah again. Daytime TV was the worst. That episode aired over a year ago, and they were still rerunning it.

“That episode is always on.” the girl at the counter said, and Tyler laughed.

“Yeah, that whole thing was an entire time. I’m so glad we live in a civilized country.” he said, and Cass just rolled her eyes.

“Plenty of bad things happen here.” Cass said with a smirk. “But that ginger really is a media darling, isn’t he?”

“Wasn’t that around the same time as you started running the shop here?” The counter girl asked, grinning.

“Yeah, actually. I think his Noprah segment was the first thing that was ever on that TV.”

“And it’ll be the last, too.” Cass said, rolling her eyes. “They’re never going to get sick of airing that nerd.”

“He’s cute though!” counter girl said, and then slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, don’t tell my boyfriend I said that, I’ll never live it down.”

“Haha, we won’t.” Tyler said, and Cass reached out to tousle his golden blonde locks.

“You need a haircut. Quick before winter hits and you just hide it under hats until it’s unbearable.”

“Baaaaabe, we’re at work!” Tyler pouted, and she laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave off until later.”

“Crazy lovebirds.” The girl at the counter said, standing. “Thanks for the coffee, see you next time!”

“Bye Liz!” They chorused unintentionally, and waved as the girl with long red hair sauntered out of the coffee shop, meeting up with a boy in a hoodie who’d been standing outside smoking while she got coffee.

When she was gone, Cass let out a breath she didn’t realize was trapped.

Tyler sighed. “Gods, she reminds me of…”

“…Jaena.” Cass said, nodding. “You really do need a haircut.”

“I do. And your roots need a touchup.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

Later, in their tiny apartment above the coffee shop, Cass sat scrolling through Tripter on her laptop, her brows creased in a slight frown. Tyler walked up behind her, and started massaging her shoulders. “Checking in on Zen and Yoosung again?” he asked, and she nodded.

“It’s easy to check in on the famous ones. I know the articles about Jumin’s abortive presidential bid and supposed illicit relationship with Jaehee are all trashy journalism, but at least Yoosung’s meTube channel shows me the face he wants me to see, and Zen’s tripter is still full of thirsty women as usual. He’s got a new role, looks like he’ll be starring in Phantom.”

“Oh, that’s lovely.” Tyler said, but she could tell his heart wasn’t in it. He turned away from her, and went into the kitchen, puttering about uselessly.

“Ty…”

He turned to look at her, and his cheeks were wet. Immediately, she stood and closed the distance between them.

“I don’t want to be Elfstar anymore.” He said, an old reference that not only made her chuckle but also broke her heart. She reached out and gently wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“I love you.” she said, as if it was the only thing that could help him feel better.

“I love you too.” he said, pulling her into a hug. “But I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. I feel so guilty.”

“I love him too, still.” She said. “You’re twins. You’re so similar but so different. I’ve done lots of shady things in my life, but I don’t consider loving two men one of them.”

“Can you just… say my name… once?”

She chuckled, and moved away so she could look him in the eye. “Saeran, dear. You should take those contacts out so we can sleep.”

His cheeks pinked, and he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Okay, Jaena.”

Seasons passed, and summer turned to fall, with the bright colors on the trees flaring to life and fading to brown before falling and being replaced by the unbroken white of fresh snow.

Cass walked up to Tyler, who’d paused at the front door while unlocking it to open. It was a Wednesday, and after the fresh snow last night, it was unlikely they’d have a big crowd. Just in case, Cass made a batch of Mac & Cheese, their sign outside calling it out as the “Warm-up Special.”

“Hey Tyler, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just like looking at the snow. It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Cass said, nudging him in the side.

“No you.” Tyler pouted, and turned to head back to the counter.

As predicted, it was slow. Cass didn’t mind, it gave her time to catch up on her reading. Or, in this case, to be irritated by the perpetual reruns of that same Noprah segment with Saeyoung in it. Fuck, I miss that idiot.

Distracted by her own thoughts and reminiscences, she wasn’t expecting the sudden influx of college students. She hopped up to assist Tyler who was quickly taking orders.

“I know you’re not that chain place, but you wouldn’t be willing to write “shitty hair” as my name on my cup, would you?” the student at the counter said, and Cass turned to look at them, exaggeratedly eyeing them up and down. “You look more like a ‘dunce face’ to me.”

Tyler looked at her like she’d grown an extra head. “What did you just…?!”

“OMG is that you, Bakugo? I never knew you were a goth barista!”

Tyler realized, then, that this was a reference to one of her shows, and tuned out, taking the rest of the orders while they continued to chatter on about characters and quirks and who knows what else. Eventually, drinks were delivered, and most of the group congregated at a set of tables unsurprisingly around where Sean was working. Weird, she thought It’s not Friday. Guess the snow motivated them.

Cass continued to chatter with the student, while Tyler went to take a break in back. That many people was still a lot for him, even after 18 months of experience. When the bell above the door jingled to signal more customers, Cass called “Be with you in a moment!” as she was busy pulling up photos from comic con a few years ago, to show off that Unbreakable Red Riot she’d seen.

“This is still the best cosplay I’ve ever encountered.” she said to the blonde, who took her phone and stared at it.

“Wow, that had to have been a ton of work.” They said, and handed her phone back.

“You know the best part?” she said, and they shook their head.

“That was my actual hair.” a voice next to them said, tone full of mischief.

Cass’s head snapped to the side so fast she thought she might have given herself whiplash, her mouth gaping open like a fish. Am I hallucinating?

Her call to the customers was also Tyler’s call to come back out front, and he emerged from the kitchen, giving Cass the customary kiss on the cheek that he’d done every day for more than a year, before realizing who was standing in front of him.

“Friend of yours?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked up, which helped Cass get a hold of herself.

“K-kindof?!” Cass squeaked, her fight or flight reflex leaving her frozen but leaning heavily towards flight.

“Wait, is this that cosplayer?” the student she’d been chatting with said, which got the attention of the rest of his group.

“Whoa, that’s Saeyoung Choi!” one of the girls said, and immediately the redhead standing in front of them was swept up into the hubbub of students, despite any attempt to escape them. Cass took one frightened look at Tyler, who waved her toward the kitchen door, an excuse to exit that she happily took.

Anything could have been happening in the front of the shop. Cass’ blood was pounding in her ears, and she collapsed into one of the break room chairs, and immediately put her head between her knees to try and forestall the panic attack and/or fainting spell that both seemed equally likely given the situation.

What could have been seconds or hours later, the back door from the alley swung open on its creaky hinges and her head snapped back up. No one came in that door, except if they just took the trash out. She left the hinges squeaky on purpose.

In front of her eyes stood none other than Vanderwood, with one eyebrow quirked up at her, in that way that spoke volumes only he could manage.

“How the fuck… D-dad?!” Her hands slapped over her mouth when she realized what she’d called him, but it was too late.

“I think Alfred would be more appropriate.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “I don’t have Bruce Wayne’s budget, I’m sorry, but your position has been eliminated, sir.”

“You can’t fire me, I quit.” He said gruffly, and turned as if to leave.

“N-no!” She said, suddenly, launching out of her chair so suddenly that it fell over backwards. She ran into him at speed, and wrapped her arms around his middle, managing nothing more than knocking him into the wall with the force of her motion. “You can’t go.” she choked out, having surprised even herself with the tears running down her cheeks.

“I won’t go anywhere. Let me turn around, treasure.”

She dropped her arms, and he turned around and pulled her into his arms, one hand rubbing her back while she sobbed.

“I found you, just like I promised.”

“About fucking time.” she said, between sobs.

They just stood there for a few minutes, until her breathing calmed, and he let her go.

She opened her mouth to ask something, but was interrupted by a call from the front.

“Cass! I need you, babe!”

“Fuck.” she said, and then louder “Be out in a sec, washing my hands!”

A quick dash to the mirror above the sink by the door to the front - installed for this exact purpose, though she hadn’t needed it for Vanderwood and Seven’s presence ruining her makeup as much as their absence - allowed for her to quick fix her makeup before washing her hands and reappearing as a completely functional coffeeshop owner… to a flood of people who’d shown up when their friends told them Saeyoung was here.

“Whoa.” She said, and Tyler shot her a glance that told him he was already beyond overwhelmed, but even so was more worried about her than about himself. “I’m fine.” She said, immediately getting to work putting together complicated coffee drinks.

“If you need an extra set of hands, I’m happy to help.” Vanderwood’s voice said from just behind the door to the kitchen. “He tends to draw crowds wherever he goes these days.”

Tyler whipped around, already holding a spare apron as Vanderwood stepped through the door.

“Put this on. Do what Cass tells you.”

Cass would have been more surprised by Tyler’s tone, except for the fact that he’d known Vanderwood a sum total of 12 hours, 6 of which he’d been asleep, and all of which were 18 months ago.

As he finished tying his apron, Cass looked Vanderwood up and down. “You know how to run an espresso machine?”

“I’ve been making coffee longer than you’ve been alive.” That one-eyebrow look again.

“Good. Recipes for the fancy drinks are on the counter.” She said, and turned to make the complicated smoothie concoctions instead, choosing to trust her chosen father-figure with the coffee that was his lifeblood while Tyler manned the counter and the bakery case.

Finally, they hit a lull, and Cass turned to see Seven looking a little worse for wear. At least to a practiced eye. He was still smiling and being his goofy 707-self, but she could see the strain of it.

“I’m gonna—“ she started.

“Go, he needs it.” Tyler interrupted, and she nodded, dishing up a bowl of mac & cheese and grabbing a PhD Pepper out of the cooler before slipping out from behind the counter and over to the area where Seven seemed to be holding court. He looked up and saw her, and turned to address the group.

“Hey, my dinner’s here. Can we pick this up in a bit?”

For some reason, they all nodded like he was the one doing them a favor by eating, and shuffled off to other tables and conversations.

“Mac & Cheese.” She said, handing him the plate. “And your lifeblood, good sir.”

He didn’t say anything right away, simply took a bite of the food she’d brought, and washed it down with a sip of soda.

“It really is better with the vegetables in it.” He said, then. “Damn vegetables.” He looked at the dish as though it personally betrayed him.

“It meets your standards then I hope, Mister Celebrity.”

“More than. God, Scarlet. You look so different. If I hadn’t heard you talking about my cosplay, I might have missed you entirely.”

“I never would have missed you, my Red Riot.” she said, quietly, trying to keep herself from crying. “Not in a million years.”

“Was 18 months too long to wait?” he said suddenly, sharply, his gaze not on her but on the counter, where Tyler had his back to them and was walking Vanderwood through something. “Who’s the handsy blonde, and where the hell is my brother?”

Cass froze at his initial question and then slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laugh at his follow-up questions.

“Seven, I… your brother is behind the counter. He’s blonde. He’s your fucking twin, how did you not recognize him?! You Have. The Same. Face.”

Seven blinked, then shook his head. “Seven.exe has stopped working. Abort, Retry, Fail?”

Author's Note: Saeran's commentary about not wanting to be Elfstar anymore is an old school (as old as 1984...) reference to anti-D&D religious propaganda, specifically a chick tract called "Dark Dungeons". I don't agree with any of the messages from that hate group, but it's one hell of a meme, and seems like exactly the kind of shit the twins would know about and mock-reference. Here's an article from The Escapist about the tract, that has a good breakdown of what it's about without furthering the hate.

#mysme #mystic messenger #fanfic #fanfic chapter #choi twins

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currentlyprocrastinating · 3 years

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For the prompt thingy how about 9 with Saeyoung?

9. person A with a picture of person B as their phone lock screen

genres/tags: attempt at humour, light fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.9k

notes: LMAO THIS TOOK ME A LAUGHABLY LONG TIME BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE. Took me a few rewrites too lol... Hope you guys enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated, please!

Also, many thanks to @gureishi for beta reading (I think that’s the correct phrasing) this!!

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It was a slow day. A boring day. Part of you wanted to be productive in one way or another, but another part of you just wanted a break from any and all thinking and doing – excluding simple, mindless tasks such as scrolling through social media or watching YouTube. This latter side was (and had been, for most of the day) winning.

You didn’t particularly like that you had made no progress on anything today, but then again, it wasn’t like you were pressed for time or faced with deadlines or anything of the sort. Nevertheless, habit made it hard to completely accept that perhaps it was okay to let today be a lazy one.

You exhaled and pursed your lips. Saeyoung was occupied with his work, Saeran was out on another long walk, the messenger was dry, and all your other friends were busy. Even the social media feed was slowing down. You supposed that you could re-watch some of your favourite YouTube videos, but then you would also have to do something else, such as art, to occupy your hands. After all, it wasn’t new content, and thus would not be enough to entertain you entirely.

Another huff of air, louder this time, followed by a groan. Sprawled along the couch in yet another strange position, you held your phone before your face, a pout settling on your lips. You were bored, yet you hardly had the energy to do anything at all. And napping – if only to pass the time until Saeyoung finished his work – was out of the question. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been able to nap, save for the times when you pulled a literal all-nighter.

Closing the social media app left you staring blankly at your arrangement of the other applications. What to do, what to do… I could play computer games. But that meant getting up, which you couldn’t find it in yourself to do. A thoughtful hum accompanied your furrowed brow. You sifted through the different apps, but nothing seemed appealing.

In what was almost a desperate (or fruitless) attempt to find some form of entertainment or motivation, you opened the gallery and skimmed through the albums of fanart, memes, screenshots of conversations, and photos of your friends (both those of the RFA and those outside of it). You found yourself grinning as you were reminded of events and get-togethers, silly things, pranks. You weren’t by any means a professional photographer, nor did you have any plans to become one, but you still liked to capture moments of life via any method – be it videos, pictures, or voice recordings. You organized everything as best as you could, typically by event. And when one friend had a particularly high number of photos or videos, you gave them their own album.

Of course, this was the case for Saeyoung. You had close to 600 photos and almost 40 videos featuring him alone, a couple hundred more of the two of you together, and more of him with other people. You loved looking through his album, loved having a way to view his face when you couldn’t do so in person – such as right now. He was working hard in his office on a recent assignment; you didn’t want to bother him.

But soon – too soon – you reached the end of the album, the photos dating back eleven months. It had been almost a year already since you met the RFA, since you fell head-over-heels for the redheaded hacker (and him for you), since the craziness with Mint Eye and Rika. Since Saeran had begun his recovery.

How time flies.

You sighed quietly and turned off your phone to stare up at the ceiling instead. Not a minute later, a familiar face popped into view, over the top of the couch, accompanied by a loud shout— No, it was closer to a playful roar, what with the growl that edged it.

Whatever the hell it was, it made you shriek, and before you could even process all that was happening, your phone was flying towards Saeyoung’s precious face. And all you managed in response to that was a choked gasp and hushed swear.

By some miracle (or a little thing called agency training), Saeyoung dodged in time, with a yelp of his own. Not only did he dodge the projectile, he also – after a bit of flailing – managed to catch it.

There was a pause. You gaped at him, awed, heart pounding a little faster from the whole ordeal. “Holy…”

He snapped out of his own stupor at your whisper; his lips curled into a smug smile. “Didn’t you know your God Seven is awesome?”

You huffed a laugh. “Oh- No, I just thought you were some loser.” You pulled an exaggeratedly puzzled expression. “Who are you again? Why do we let you live here?”

Saeyoung pouted, and you grinned. He leaned over the back of the couch, moving closer to you. “I paid for this place, and this is how you treat me? I see how it is~.” His pout twisted into a playful smirk.

"Mm-hm~.”

“It seems you need a little reminder,” he purred. He turned to your phone. “Let’s see~ You’re always taking phot—” His words caught in his throat as he lit up the display and his eyes landed on your lock screen. His eyebrows rose in mild surprise, and red dusted his cheeks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s right. You had changed the image yesterday.

To a photo of him. And not just any photo – one of your favourites. One you had snuck at the last RFA party. Because damn he just looked so good in that suit… and with his hair like that… and the confidence etched into his features… And the moment you caught… Well, it simply screamed, “Hot damn.”

Oh, boy. You weren’t gonna live this down, were you? Because it wasn’t just the photo, it was the caption: Look at mah man. He’s so sexy in that suit hehe <3 …because you had sent it to a friend. Your best friend, in fact – the one person you were absolutely comfortable sharing that with. Because damn, you just had to share such a beauty with someone!

You were certain your face was redder than Saeyoung’s at this point. You tried to stammer out some excuse, tried to instead calm down and throw out some nonchalant line, but the words dried up with the rest of your mouth.

Glimmering gold shifted up from the now-dark screen to lock onto your flushed face. A teasing smile played upon his lips, and it quickly grew into a grin. “Aw, honey~ You think I’m sexy? Sexy enough to be on your lock screen, too~. Hehe, you’re so cute.”

“W-well, I— I um… u-uh… Y-you just… It’s a good picture, okay!” you blurted, flustered and a little indignant. “You always look so dang good in that suit an’ with your hair all like that so- so just hush up about it! How can I not take a picture?” Or two. Or five. Or thirty.

Saeyoung opened his mouth to reply, but he seemed frozen in place, layers upon layers of red washing over his face until it blended with his hair. You blinked a few times, overcoming your own embarrassment, and felt your mouth tug into a smirk. Oh~? Tomato boy is here to join us, hmm?

A good half minute (first of silence, then of incoherent stammers) passed before he gave in and just groaned, brushing one hand through his hair. You giggled a bit, for the action left bits here and there sticking up.

“Gaah, stop being so cute!” he whined.

You could only giggle again. “I’m not doing anything~.”

“Stop that!” He let out another groan and clutched his shirt, as though it would calm his heart. “Are you trying to kill me? My heart can’t take your cuteness!”

“Hehe, maayyybe~.” You leaned against the back cushion, cheek resting on the comfy material as you grinned up at him (perhaps trying to optimize your supposed cuteness). “Maybe I can’t help it when I’m with you.”

He squinted playfully. “You’re cute all the time, don’t try to deny it, [Name]~.”

Perking up, you feigned shock. “Then how have you survived all this time?”

Saeyoung drew near (almost smirking), slipped your phone into his pocket, and held your face in his warm hands, squishing your cheeks together a bit. “I’ve learned to handle it. But sometimes your cuteness levels go way, waayyy up, and my poor heart is struck once again!” He nuzzled his nose against yours, then pecked it, eliciting another soft giggle from you. “You’re blushing,” he teased quietly, and this time planted a kiss between your eyes.

“Shush.” You tried to sound half-stern, but it came out all-delight. Your heart fluttered at even a glimpse of the adoration in those sparkling eyes of his – so you shut your own, a flustered laugh escaping you. His lovely chuckle followed, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you~.”

You opened your eyes, hands coming up to loosely grasp his arms. You bit your lip (failing to control a smile), tittered again, averted your eyes. “Jus’ come here,” you said, tugging at his arm. “The couch. Come on, come cuddle.”

The redhead beamed, pressed another (messy, hasty) kiss to your forehead, and released you to skirt around the couch (last time, he had vaulted over, but that didn’t end well).

In a moment of boldness, thinking back to the photo he had discovered, you forced the words out: “You know, you really are sexy in that suit.”

His glowing face turned pink, but his confidence didn’t falter – nor his enthusiasm, given that he half threw himself against you, hugging you and sending you both crashing down. He pushed himself up and smirked down at you. “Good to know.”

Oh, you knew that face, knew it all too well. He was planning something with this new piece of knowledge. But, you thought, how bad could it be? If it had anything to do with his suit, with his styled hair, with his confident demeanor, then you could only see stars in your future.

You grinned and wrapped your arms around him. “Love you,” you sang quietly – almost shyly. Leaning up, you stole a sweet, deliberate kiss. Falling back, you brought a hand up to weave through his vermillion curls. And his eyes shut at your gentle motions, and his features relaxed with the rest of him. He shifted, closing some of the remaining distance between the two of you. And again his eyes fluttered open; his lips curved into that beautiful smile – then they were capturing your own, and thoughts of him filled your mind, flushing out everything else. You twirled curled strands around your fingers: mindless. He drifted a hand down your side to hold your hip: habit.

He pulled away, kissed your cheek, and nuzzled into your neck, tickling you with a contented exhale. You giggled; in turn, he did, too.

With his weight comfortably holding you down, with his presence surrounding you, you let your eyes slide shut, fingers still absentmindedly combing through Saeyoung’s hair.

“Love you,” came his muffled promise.

“Love you more.”

“Untrue. Loved you first.”

“Doubt it. Love you forever.”

He waggled his fingers against your flank. You squeaked, squirming beneath him, and he snickered lightly.

“Jerk.”

You felt him grin. “I love you, too.” He lifted his head, brushing his lips against your jaw. “Forever,” he breathed.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ — pairing: jumin han x reader

♡ — tags/warnings: fluff overload <3

♡ — a/n: This is part of @mysme-rbb ‘s event MysMe Reverse Big Bang! I had the opportunity to work with Maryellen, this great artist. Please check her work here, it goes along this story! <3

♡ — length: 1.8k

♡ — masterlist

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

You looked back at him, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course, honey. You said you wanted to experiment new things with me, right?” you asked with a smile.

“I know and I do, my love. I just don’t know if a roller coaster is the way we should do it.”

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, looking up at your husband. A couple of days ago, you had commented on the photos Yoosung had sent to the RFA chatroom. There, he was at the theme park, a wide grin on his face as he had his arm around his girlfriend. He talked on and on about how much fun they had, how many things they ate and that it had been an incredible date. Everything was fine until Jumin dared to ask what Yoosung's girlfriend was holding in her hand.

“Cotton candy?” Yoosung replied.

“Is it derived from cotton? That’s actually interesting.”

The rest of the RFA erupted in laughter, mocking Jumin’s question. You were sad Jumin wasn’t there with you in that moment as you could have avoided that awkward moment.

“I actually have never tried cotton candy either,” you stepped in but the other members were far kinder to you, explaining what the candy was made of and how it tasted. “No, I know what cotton candy is,” you corrected them. “But my mom never let me have some as a kid. My nutritionist was against it.”

After Saeyoung’s joke about both you and Jumin having nutritionists since you were babies and how “rich people were just different” and “you and Jumin were made for each other”, they moved on to another subject.

Usually, you would have let it go. Coming from an accommodated family like Jumin and being a heiress of a company you had very similar experiences as your husband and found comfort in that. But Yoosung’s picture roamed around your head the entire day and it was so obvious Jumin asked what you were thinking about as you brushed your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

“You know me too well,” you chuckled, mouth full of toothpaste. You spat on the sink and then washed your toothbrush as well. You left it on the small vase and then took your night face cream, putting a small amount on your fingers and then massaging your cheeks with it.

“You’re my wife, of course I do,” he replied. You handed him your cream and he imitated you, applying it to his face as well.

“Don’t you ever feel jealous about not having the same childhood as everyone?”

Jumin paused, considering your question a couple of seconds before shaking his head.

“No.”

“I do,” you sighed as you massaged your forehead. “Sometimes I wished I didn’t have to learn Economics when I was eight. It would have been fun to be a kid at a theme park, you know? Eating cotton candy and trying out the different rides.”

“Is this about Yoosung’s photo?”

“Yes,” you admitted, drawing gentle circles on your jaw with the cream until you were satisfied with the result. “I just think when you’re a kid, even if you’re rich, you should get to enjoy things more, you know?”

“I don’t know why but if you say so, then I agree,” Jumin said, leaning over and kissing the top of your head. You smiled sweetly at him through the mirror. “If you’re really upset about it, I can accompany you to the theme park.”

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

He nodded. “I told you long ago. Be as greedy as you want with me.”

Jumin was deeply enamoured with you. He couldn’t picture his life without you in it and if there was anything you wanted, he would find a way to give it to you. He knew you were more than capable of buying yourself pretty things but there was nothing else he adored more than to see your eyes sparkling as he handed you a new present.

But he had miscalculated when he offered to take you to the theme park. Even with two security guards following you, for the first time in many years he was unsure for his safety.

“I just don’t think it looks safe.”

“Jumin, it’s just a rollercoaster. It’s the smallest and shortest one here- look, even five year olds are allowed,” you said as you pointed at the sign, “And with these VIP bracelets we can avoid the line, c’mon. Please?” you asked, sticking out with lower lip,

It worked like a charm.

You could see how firmly Jumin grabbed the handles as the roller coaster got faster and faster. Your arms were firmly looped around Jumin’s right arm, screaming gleefully during the first fall. In retrospective, sitting on the front line hadn’t been your brightest idea but you wouldn’t have changed it for anything. You were surprised you didn’t hear him scream so you looked up to him, holding back a laugh when you saw his lips pressed in a thin line as he had his eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay!?” you asked loudly but he just nodded.

When the ride was over, you stepped away and did your best not to comment on Jumin’s wobbly legs as he led the way, holding your hand tightly in his. His hair was a mess and you pulled him closer, stepping on your toes and grabbing his face sweetly.

“I love you so much,” you grinned, pressing a small kiss on his lips. Despite his shaken state, he accepted your touch and leaned into you, his muscles visibly relaxing.

“I love you too.”

As you walked around you decided to wait before you asked Jumin to jump into another ride with you. Never letting go of his hand, you walked to the different stands and were delighted when Jumin and you bought matching cat ears. You made sure to take several selfies of you both to share with the other RFA members.

You kept on looking at the different stands, being amused at magic tricks and children playing along with the parents to win different prizes. You got your eyes on a pink stuffed bunny and once the competition was over, you walked to the young man as you took out your wallet from your purse.

“Hello, how much for the stuffed bunny?”

“Those are prizes for the game, Miss. It’s not for sale.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Jumin interjected. “It must have a price.”

“It does, but…” the man paused, slightly confused. “That’s how the game works. You shoot three cans and you can get the bunny.”

Jumin and you looked at each other with a confused expression, trying and failing to understand how this worked.

“You pay $3… and you get three shots. If you take down three of those cans,” the man said, ponting at a tower of cans behind him. “You get the bunny as a prize.”

Jumin handed him the money and was given one of the guns. You smiled as the CEO of C&R wearing a pair of cat ears held a gun, squinting so he could get the cans.

But he almost hit the man.

Nevertheless, Jumin was a relentless man. Before you could notice he was trying out his luck for the fifth time but hadn’t managed to take down a single can. As Jumin paid for three more shots, you put your hand on his arm gently.

“Honey.”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t we let John try out his luck?” you said, leaning your head towards your bodyguards. Jumin shook his head.

“I think I’m capable of doing this for my wife.”

“Jumin, this is you taking photos again. Your hands are a little shaky,” you chuckled. “How about we try together?” you offered. Jumin’s silence gave you the green light to stand closer to him, holding the gun with him and pointing it to one of the cans. “Okay… shoot!”

Jumin pulled the trigger and one of the cans fell to the ground.

“Yes!” you screamed in excitement, jumping up and down.

Two more shots of teamwork and you held your stuffed bunny in your hands. You grinned widely as you walked with your husband across the theme park. A warm feeling crept on your face as you watched him eat cotton candy at a slow pace. You had already devoured yours faster than you wanted to admit.

“Thanks for coming with me here,” you said.

Jumin squeezed your hand gently. “Of course. Anything for you.”

“I just think it’s important we get to experiment these things, you know?”

“I’m not quite sure about that,” he confessed. “But if it makes you happy, then it is important for me as well.”

“But didn’t you have a good time?”

“I did,” Jumin nodded. “I just don’t understand how this experience is vital for our lives.”

“How are we supposed to try and give our son or daughter a normal childhood if we haven’t experimented it beforehand?

Jumin chuckled. “We’ll have plenty of time to worry about that.”

“What if we don’t?”

“What do you mean?” he asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“What if… we have to worry about it right now?” you continued, a timid smile forming on your lips.

Jumin stopped in his tracks, forcing you to do so as well.

“Are you… Do you mean you’re…” he asked with an uncharacteristic quiet voice, his eyes darting from yours to your stomach.

“Four weeks,” you beamed, feeling tears forming in your eyes as you broke the news.

Jumin’s lips parted and you watched him struggle as he chose his next words. You waited in silence, giving him the time he needed as he took all the information. It had been a week since you had been late and after an inconclusive home test, you had gone to the doctor, wanting clarification. After an ultrasound, she had confirmed you were pregnant and since then you had been planning out the perfect way to tell Jumin the good news. Initially, you had decided on telling him later during dinner but your feelings got the best of you, not being able to refrain yourself any longer.

The next thing you knew is that Jumin was dropping the cotton candy on the floor and pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, burying your face on his chest with a wide smile as you let happy tears stream down your cheeks.

“Thank you,” Jumin whispered against your hair. “I promise I will do my best. I will give them everything they need, I will- I will come back from work earlier, I won’t accept as many business trips. I will let them be themselves, I don’t care if they’re loud or quiet or popular or shy, I just- I will let them be happy. I swear, I will do my best.”

You nodded pulling away from his hug a little to press a kiss on his trembling lips.

“I know you will. That’s one of the reasons I chose you,” you reminded him.

Jumin wiped the tears from your face as you laughed again, overwhelmed by the knowledge you were about to start a family with the man you loved the most.

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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Could I request “I’ve always wanted to thank you, but was never sure how.” With Saeyoung?🥺

It's been so long since I've written for this sweet boy, so thank you for requesting it 🥺💕

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list ☺️

"I've always wanted to thank you."

Seven x Reader

"Can I finally look now?", you chuckled, your steps tentative since the blindfold made it impossible to see. If it wasn't for your boyfriend's hands on your shoulders, guiding you over what felt like soft grass, you were sure you would've stumbled and fallen more than once.

"Not yet ~ But we're nearly there. Just a couple more steps. Little bit to the right. And... Now you can look!", Saeyoung's voice was cheerful and you could feel him wiggle ever so slightly behind you.

After taking the piece of fabric off your eyes, they needed a moment to adjust, the setting sun still bright. Painting everything in a golden glow.

Though what caught your attention immediately was the setup in front of you; a big blanket spread out on the ground, bowls and plates with your favorite food, along with some drinks, placed on it. There were even some candles for what you assumed was the light source for when it got darker.

Your eyes grew big and round, with a hint of confusion, as you turned around to face him.

"Babe, what is all this?"

"A picnic", he chuckled, but it was obvious that he was a little nervous, especially when he reached out to take your hands.

"I can see that", you snorted in amusement, rolling your eyes fondly at him. "But why did you organize all this?"

"I’ve always wanted to thank you, but was never sure how. So I figured I'd prepare something nice for you. Where you can relax and just... Enjoy a nice evening with nothing to take care of."

"Wait, thank me for what?"

Your former confusion only grew bigger, since you couldn't remember having done anything significant, lately.

Saeyoung lifted a hand to cup your cheek, eyes glistening with adoration. Something that never failed to make your breath hitch.

"For everything you've done. For me, Saeran, the entire RFA... Without you, I would've probably never found my brother. I'd definitely still be a slave to the agency. Or maybe even dead, who knows. But because of you, I'm living a proper life now. I have a real family..."

While you listened to him, your expression softened, your hands now resting on his chest.

"You really don't have to do that to thank me... I did everything because I love you and want you to be happy", you murmured, afterwards leaning in for a gentle kiss, one you felt him melt into.

"Oh, I absolutely do... And you deserve even more."

"Sae-"

"Let me spoil you a bit... Please?"

How were you supposed to say no when he aimed those unfair puppy eyes at you and was generally just way too adorable?

So you nodded, causing his entire face to light up as he flopped down on the blanket and simply pulled you into his lap. Arms wrapped tightly around you. Something that easily made you relax and feel safe.

For a while, neither of you said anything. Just basking in each other's company, occasionally feeding each other some of the snacks as you watched the sun set further.

"Hey, Saeyoung?", your quiet voice eventually broke the comfortable silence.

"Mhm?", he hummed.

"Thank you for doing this for me. I love you."

"I love you, too. More than anything."

You shifted a little and you turned your head to face him. Both of you leaned in, closing the small gap between you, until your lips pressed together in another kiss.

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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years

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Oh hey! I recently discovered your blog because of the mysme tag and I was wondering if you don't mind doing lemon tea, black tea, and rooibos tea for Saeyoung if it's not too much? Thank you! <33

(Also this is optional but if you can, matcha too maybe? But no pressure!)

Ahh welcome to the blog anon!! I hope you enjoy your stay here, and thank you for the support <3 This was absolutely adorable aww. I don't really write much for Seven, but I hope that I was able to do him justice. Tysm for the request and hope you enjoy 💕

tea prompts: saeyoung choi

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

Given the chance, Seven is most certainly the type to sleep in until early afternoon; he was much more of a night owl after all. But despite his fatigue and the dark circles under his eyes that only seem to grow worse by the day, he wakes up rather early most days given his profession. It was simply a habit for him by now, and the fatigue is something he no longer pays much mind to. But he still spends a few minutes or so in bed when he gets up, simply staring at your sleeping form and admiring you. Oh how he wished to be able to spend more time sleeping with you in his arms. That was tempting, more so than his work of course. He does eventually get up to get ready, leaving you to sleep for a little more considering how early it was in the morning, not before giving you a forehead kiss to start off his day well though.

When you wake up with him, however, or even on the off chance he gets to sleep in, Seven definitely takes advantage of it, and you practically wouldn't be able to leave bed if you wanted to with how tight he's cuddling you. The two of you most certainly stay in bed for a while as well when you guys are awake, talking about the strange dreams you just had or whatever popped into your minds right. It's a lazy morning to an extent, staying in bed for a few minutes or so simply because the warmth of the bed and each other was too strong to resist. He teases you and jokes around a lot as well first thing in the morning, poking your cheek or jabbing your sides and muttering how cute your bedhair looked or even smirking and making jokes about how eventful last night certainly was, only laughing when you playfully hit him from how flustered you may be. He really could be quite mischievous this early in the morning.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

More so than anything, Seven prefers someone that seems to understand him in a sense; that is, someone that listened to him and stayed by his side through it all. Seven never really had the chance to rely on someone for most of his life, having needed to endure responsibility for his brother and his wellbeing since he was the older one (not that Seven minded of course. He cherished Saeran and would do anything for him). So Seven more often than not kept everything to himself, which led to many bottled up emotions that were rather deterimental to his health. While, yes, having someone persistent by his side that begged him to tell them what was wrong was bothersome at first, upon reflection, Seven was indeed thankful for it and even came to love said person even more. The fact that they clearly cared for him and only wanted him to feel better, to help him sort out his problems and stay by his side depsite his insistence; Seven couldn't help but fall in love even more. He admired that sort of persistence and care and courage.

He also preferred someone with a sense of humor as well, a bit of a playful edge perhaps that didn't mind his teasing and even played along at times. Seven can most certainly be a goof at times, especially with those he was close to. He loves messing around and overall just having fun with them, so they'd definitely have to be someone that could keep up with that playful persona of his. Above all, however, Seven really just wants someone to unconditionally love and have by his side through thick and thin.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

When it comes to proposing, it may come as a bit of a shock considering how spontaneous Seven seems to be at times (well, it's more like his constant energy around those he loved made it seem that way), but Seven does actually plan out a proper proposal, though he does of course out his own spin on it. Simply getting down on one knee and straight up asking you to marry him, while still certainly romantic, just didn't really scream "him," y'know? He wanted it to be different, to embody your guys' relationship in a way, so Seven most likely builds something for you in order to propose, sorta like that robot cat he made back then. Actually, he most likely rebuilds that too, for nostalgic purposes. Besides, that cat was almost like his first formal declaration of love for you, so it only makes for an even sweeter moment to bring it back when proposing.

But, don't get me wrong, he's still somewhat nervous when the idea of proposing comes to mind. He truly did love you with all his heart, no doubt about it, but well, proposing and marriage just seemed so big in the grand scheme of things. It was the next "official" step, spending the rest of his life right next to you (which was something he's dreamed of again and again). And given how monumentous this occasion was, forgive him for being a little nervous and not wanting to mess it up at the last minute. Though, when the time comes, Seven is able to rid of most of his nerves, albeit still rather shy as he pulls the robot kitten from behind his back, this one more dressed up than before and instantly meowing, in Seven's very own playful cat voice, "will you marry me? meow!"

It's very much playful; it's very much cute; it's very much Seven. While building it, he did certainly think that perhaps it was a bit much for something as serious as a proposal, but when he sees how happy you were at that moment, how speechless and on the brink of tears you were (from happiness of course), how you threw your arms around him and simply muttered a "yes," then he was sure that he made the right decision. Ahh Seven certainly was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you, now as a soon-to-be-married man, though that came with its own set of nerves as well.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Seven's absolute favorite thing to do with you is honestly probably just lazing around, whether it be on the couch watching a film and flicking popcorn on each other or driving around during the early hours of the morning just before the sun rises so that you guys could watch it together. Perhaps it was because of how overworked he was and desperately needed a break; or perhaps it was because of how fun it was to be around you from the constant jokes to how inviting your presence was; whatever it was Seven just loved to spend time and play around with you. It made the time go by so much faster, and even if no words were exchanged as you guys cuddled, to him, it was still time well-spent. Seven cherished you, of course, and given how he was separated from his very own brother, someone he loved, for all those years, he was a bit clingy now. He did have a bit of a fear that, one day, he might never see you again or that you guys would have to separate for whatever reason; so for now, for this moment, Seven simply wanted to spend as much time as he could with you and simply take in the moment. He wanted to make all those memories, even if they only constituted of you guys napping together on the couch after a marathon. Those were the best memories after all.

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saeyoungs606 · 3 years

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RFA + Vanderwood, Saeran at the Carnival

This headcanon was written by my dear friend Aimi (@m00nsthet1c) and I hope that you go check out his work after reading this! <3

ok but I imagine yoosung being the one to eat heavy food at the foodcourt and throw up afterwards

Jumin would reserve the entire carnival because seven wouldn't stop pleading him for it

zen would be the type of guy to be persistent in winning those target games because he would miss the shot despite him putting so much force into throwing the ball

seven would bring vanderwood to carry all the cotton candy he bought

which was the entire stock

"why the hell would you even need this many?"

"they'll be useful in making my job more efficient ms. vanderwood ^-^"

Jumin would take you onto the ferris wheel because he doesn't like most of the intense rides

rika and V would even join in with you

double dates with rika and v :D

he sadly couldn't bring Elizabeth the 3rd because of V

"I don't think Elizabeth would enjoy a carnival, she might get lost jumin"

"I cannot risk losing Elizabeth the 3rd. Very well then"

takes like 30 mins to say goodbye

and takes another 30 to pry seven off of her

"my precious elly! nooooo!"

even saeran tagged along! He enjoyed the bumpy cars a ton!

he was a bit embarrassed because it was pretty childish for an adult to like the bumpy cars or the teacup rides, but his brother had no shame and went to the rides he enjoyed with no hesitation. Sometimes even bringing you alongside it!

the reason his brother bought all the cotton candy was because he saw saeran staring at the blueberry flavored one

the two of them even bought matching accessories together!

saeyoung wanted his brother to have a remembrance of this time, because they never got to experience it in their childhood days

and seeing his brother eating the cotton candy with a hidden but noticeable smile made his carnival experience more enjoyable

"uhm.. saeyoung, you know I don't need this much-"

"don't worry about it! we can eat it together once we get home :D"

"but.. I don't want diabetes"

"there's always tomorrow!"

there's also one game saeran enjoyed and it was the water gun fight!

he asked you if you'd be willing to join while saeyoung asked yoosung, since it was a 4 player game

you were glad that v recommended you to get spare clothing

yoosung being yoosung forgot and he had to walk with sulked clothes

rika chuckled a bit at yoosung's forgetfulness

and being the best cousin ever she asked jumin to buy him some clothes so he doesn't catch a cold

now yoosung has new comfy clothes!

"aw I want new clothes too!"

seven complained a bit but yoosung being petty just ignored him

rika and v went on more calming rides together! V occasionally taking pictures, but it wasn't just the scenery he was taking a picture of

they had their little personal date out of the others and often walked around the large place, admiring the different booths and occasionally playing some of the games

Jumin tagged along from time to time with them

but he focused more on getting a little gift for his precious Elizabeth 3rd

he got a cute little kitty plushie that looked really similar to elizabeth!

he took awhile to get it from those crane games though-

but he's got the spirit and doesn't mind wasting money only for his precious cat

Zen, and yoosung would be on intense rides like the rollercoasters and the dropper rides (the ones where it suddenly drops you at a random time)

yoosung would be mortified 99% of the time, but would act like it didn't affect him afterwards

some of the rides were too much for him though so he couldn't sugarcoat most of it-

"oh man! you should've seen the look on your face with-"

"shut up you narcissist!"

"HEY! you just can't handle rides that aren't made for little kids!"

"I AM NOT A KID!! I'M A GROWN UP NOW!"

"your scared ass face said otherwise"

"YOU GOT SCARED AS WELL! I SAW IT"

"NO I DID NOT-"

Jaehee is really good at target games and often wins some for zen and even for you because you got impatient with missing the targets

and you or zen try to impress her but inaudibly fail

yoosung would go with rika and v onto those little boat rides :D

vanderwood would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, and he'll definitely never admit to it

despite having to carry a huge bag of cotton candy all around, he enjoyed the rides a ton, especially the rollercoasters

He never really had time or ought to think about being at a carnival, so the experience was very new to him. And he'd definitely try it again in secret so he wouldn't be an outsider maid for the redhead

V would take so many pictures of the sceneries, just everything really

he also took one big photo of all of you in front of the entrance gate

and it's up on rika and v's shared home!

the experience was really amazing! getting to go on a little break all together with the rfa is a good stress relief from party planning

but yoosung throughout most of it just kept puking his guts out, rika holding his hair so it won't get on the way and just rubbing circles onto his back for comfort

meanwhile seven is just laughing with an annoyed vanderwood and a chuckling saeran, eating cotton candy together

the ride home was really chill. kind of

you guys fought over what music to listen to and jumin just concluded to not listening to any at all

saeran kept admiring the little matching keychain his brother got him, only tensing up and hiding it once saeyoung mentioned it out

"you're smiling! aww!!"

when you all got home you guys were exhausted. Especially zen who went on the intense rides the most

vanderwood was forced to stay in by seven, and a little pleading from you as well. And due to being too tired he ended up agreeing just because he didn't wanna drop off the cotton candy at saeyoung's place

tired state? night time? movie night!

you all discussed on one movie that you can all agree in watching, and you all fell asleep like a daylight

everyone except for saeran

he refreshes his memories in the carnival, the amount of joy he had with his brother, and how lucky he was to have such a caring old brother like saeyoung. He wouldn't replace him for anyone

he just wished he could've experienced it at a younger age

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gureishi · 3 years

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Random headcanon I want to share because the imagery is...nice! If Saeran ever expresses an interest in starting to work out to make himself stronger, Saeyoung just eagerly volunteers himself to show him the ropes at a gym. All that knowledge of going from scrawny to strong as an agent finally being useful. (If it's SE Saeran instead of GE I like to think that they'd set up a small home gym in the bunker to make him more comfortable). MC taking care of the diet side of things and reaping the rewards of post work out tank top Saeyoung (and Saeran if it's a Choi sandwich relationship). ˙˚ଘo(∗ ❛ั ᵕ ❛ั )੭່˙

WHAT A LOVELY HEADCANON. YES I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH.

With SE Saeran, I can see this happening...after some time has passed. At first, he’s focused on just living: the symptoms of his trauma are too all-encompassing for him to worry about much beyond keeping himself alive. But time goes by, and he slowly starts to heal. There’s simply no plausible version of this timeline where he doesn’t get back in therapy, even though he’s left the hospital—he’ll have to do it under a fake name, of course, but it’s absolutely crucial that he’s getting proper care. I like to bring this up whenever I talk about SE Saeran, because it’s important to me—and it’s a big piece of the context to understanding his recovery.

So I can absolutely see him reaching a point where he takes it upon himself to become stronger. He’s felt weak and ill his whole life; if I were his therapist, I would suggest he find a way to start feeling connected to his body.

Oh, and what I would give to see the look on Saeyoung’s face when Saeran mentions this (offhand, like he doesn’t really mean it—though he’s been stewing on it for days, unsure how to bring it up). And not to be horny on main (who am I kidding? I am always horny on main), but the image of the two of them doing pull-ups side-by-side in the little gym they’ve built in the bunker makes my face feel all hot. Gimme tank top Saeyoung any day—but both Choi twins in tank tops, all sweaty after a workout? I’m melting.

And with GE Saeran? I love the idea of him deciding to try and get stronger! Unlike SE Saeran, he’s happy in his own body—he knows how resilient he is, and he’s proud of how far he’s come. But that doesn’t mean he’s physically healthy. He’s been receiving extremely poor nutrition his entire life; he’s done a lot more sitting and typing than running and stretching. No matter what timeline we’re in, Saeran is scrawny.

And in this timeline they could go to the gym together—because they’re free; because Saeran is comfortable being who he is and (finally) getting the chance to experience the world a little bit. What MC wouldn’t want to tag along?! GE Saeran is actually willing to ask his brother for help—and the joy it brings Saeyoung to be able to teach Saeran something (something he never wanted to have to learn in the first place)! For the first time, he’s grateful for all that agency training—it means there’s something concrete he can do for his brother. That’s all he’s ever wanted, after all.

And once again, they’re sweaty. I’m dying.

Make them some nutritious snacks! They deserve it.

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uwumessenger · 3 years

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how about rfa when mc becomes a huge popstar? maybe headcanons for them at mc's concert? btw how is the doc? i saw the giaw clip and now i really wish i had netflix.

sure! "excuse me, i love you" is SO GOOD and i really wish i was able to go to one of the swt concerts...but no one ever comes to hawaii anymore </3 it's really cute but she cut out the successful and break free performances. NVM OMG IM SO DUMB BYE THEYRE THERE but it's super sweet, i hope u can watch it somehow !

zen

zen would for sure ask for a collaboration! you guys would definitely do a duet at one of your concerts!!

he cant help you your entire tour bc of his own career but he'd help backstage during any of your concerts that aren't too far

is kind and patient and appreciative of everyone who is helping you coordinate your tour

also gives you pointers at all your rehearsals and even in between performances during the concert. he goes out of his way to really make sure you're taking care of your voice so you can always sound your best!

but he'd make time to watch you on your final night of the tour. he'd even talk with jumin to have all of rfa fly out to your location and plan to surprise you at a local restaurant with your team

attacks you with hugs and words of affirmation, plus a bouquet of your favorite flower(s). he's so proud of you!

yoosung

another one who likes to help backstage whenever he can. if he really wants to watch you perform, he'll do so at your dress rehearsal.

as a vet, he's always pretty busy but like zen he'll make time to help you during nearby concerts

yoosung is always praising you! reminding you that you look amazing and you're doing such a great job

doesn't know much about vocal technique so he'll ask zen for help every now and then

when you're apart, you guys are constantly facetiming. he especially loves it when you're getting ready so he can listen to you sing softly while you're putting on makeup or getting your hair done for the performance.

jaehee

if you thought she was a crazy zen stan, she's an even crazier mc stan!

jaehee is president of your fanclub. apart of ur merch design team. ur #1 supporter. it's so cute!!!

she's more of the type to help you in the preperation of the tour over helping you backstage. mainly so she can watch you perform your heart out

you'll hear her screaming your name, shouting every lyric of every song...it's too cute. she even taps the person next to her and screams, "THAT'S MY GF/BF/TF!"

jaehee allows on of her trustworthy employees to run the cafe so she can be with you the entirety of your tour

will bake and cook for your entire team plus the venue team, as a token of appreciation

everyone loves her :')

jumin

will help you with marketing and promotions, if you want the help! he can also provide security guards for you

but for the most part he's there for you the entire tour for support

he likes to watch your performances from different places: nosebleeds, pit, backstage, etc.

elizabeth tags along for rehearsals but during the concert itself she stays in her own hotel room so she doesnt go deaf from the amount of screaming and loud speakers

he'll congratulate you after you finish each leg of the tour and will celebrate with a huge surprise party with all of rfa on your last tour day

saeyoung

he likes to help out backstage too! the only time he'll watch from the audience is on your last day.

saeyoung is your personal hype man. he's kinda like a boxing coach, LOL

would for sure help with filming the concert if you wanna put together a tour DVD or netflix documentary

he'd get vanderwood would come and help out too!

showers you with all the love he can give after every performance because he knows your exhausted.

at your last performance, he works with your team to put in a small slideshow of how much you've grown as an artist in placement of your usual interlude before the last song

so so SO proud of you and how amazing you are. he loves seeing how happy this makes you.

#brb gonna daydream about this now #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger imagines #mysme #ryu hyun #zen mystic messenger #kim yoosung #yoosung mystic messenger #kang jaehee #jaehee mystic messenger #han jumin #jumin mystic messenger #choi saeyoung #saeyoung mystic messenger #707 mystic messenger

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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Cereus

Pairing: Choi Saeran/Reader

Description: You never knew what you wanted to do with your life from day one. It just seemed like there were too many things to pick from and all you knew was that you didn’t want to be bound by the expectations of your parents. So, you decide to head west like the rest of those that are seeking new lives and changes without knowing what to expect or your plan. You just never thought that you would find yourself ensnared in the rope of fate on your journey to find yourself.

Word Count: 2235

Cowboy Saeran x Reader

[Read On AO3]

Previous Chapter

Epilogue

“Was now really the best time for you to pick up the guitar again?”

“What? Did ya’ want me to change the song to somethin’ more fittin’?”

“How about we travel in silence, instead?”

“That ain’t as fun, Saeran. Ya’ gotta live a little… c’mon, get that sour look off your face! Here, I wrote this one for you!”

“...Great.”

The sounds of a finely tuned guitar were all too prevalent in your eardrums these days. Saeyoung was far too content as the little wagon continued to go along the path, playing along to a song that he had been learning recently since he had so much more free time on his hands lately to explore his hobbies outside of conning and trickery.

While you didn't mind the sound, Saeran wasn't as big a fan of the humming and strumming. It led to a bit of bickering between the twins that was a surprise. The lighthearted argument wasn't unwelcomed. It was nice to see how the two of them interacted when they wanted to show that brotherly bond.

This wasn’t where you thought that you would find yourself but you weren’t going to complain about it in the slightest.

You just leaned your head against Saeran’s shoulder as he commanded the reigns for both of their horses. He sighed at his brother’s antics and just continued as he was. It had only been a few weeks since everything happened and it was still an adjustment period.

After Saejoong was forcibly removed from power, the sheriff and everyone else that had been working with them were taken down and removed from power. They didn’t need to have a trial for them since it had been proved in front of them with the wave of a hand. They were going to be locked away where they would be unable to hurt anyone ever again.

Saeyoung and Saeran no longer had to live in fear of losing their lives because of him anymore. That was all they ever wanted. They didn’t have to hide their faces anymore. Frankly, there were people in many places that weren’t happy about their crimes as they were, but the boys had been forgiven for what they’d done by countless people.

Most of them, anyway.

It wasn’t like they had been stashing away all that money consistently. They were consistently fueling it to people in need. Anyone who needed to eat was getting paid. Anyone that was living without parents in their life was getting money. Anyone in need of something. They had been taken care of by the twins for quite a while.

The rest of the money had been for trying to control the crime scene to manipulate a load of real crooks into listening to them. Whatever they didn’t need was just put away so they could either give it back eventually or so they would have some money to get by when and if they were free. Not that the people needed to worry about it.

It changed everything in the town for the better.

But, everything changed in a matter of a few weeks. It went from zero to one-eighty. At the very least, it went from bad to better. Which was the greatest thing that anyone could hope for. The gold that was already taken from the wells couldn’t be placed back, but it could be doled out equally and fairly to all of the members of the town thanks to Jumin Han’s family.

Since his father controlled the banks, everyone’s accounts were layered with weekly reimbursements of gold and silver profits. Because of this, the town was able to grow in more ways than one, with more businesses opening up and people moving into town because everyone supported each other.

It was looking to turn around the town that was only a few months away from the brink of collapse.

Once Saejoong was gone, there needed to be a new mayor… and believe it or not, the people wanted Jihyun to take the job.

He had been such a capable man that had worked to protect everyone, and they all trusted him to do the right thing. He was elected in a landslide after everyone agreed on who they wanted to be in charge for the time being. With him and Jumin at the helm, the town was shaping up to be a great place to be and somewhere that you knew would be okay.

Since he was going to be handling matters of the town now, the bar was given to Yoosung. Who was surprised by the event entirely! But, in all honesty, he and Zen had been running the bar for quite a while on their own apart from Jaehee stepping in now and again to help with the books when she wasn’t busy with Jumin.

So, Yoosung was the one that he trusted most.

Yoosung was excited about the prospect. He had a lot of ideas for the bar, too. He wanted to be able to make it into a restaurant that anyone was welcome to. He and Zen were working together to make things work out with both of their capable hands. It would still be Jihyun’s Bar, but it would be more than anyone ever expected it to be.

While you liked your place at the bar and the job you held, you couldn’t deny that call to adventure that had your name written all over it. As things calmed down and you and the rest of the group had worked together to help the town, you had been dutifully recovering from your attack.

You weren’t on the stage to perform, but after a week of being stuck in bed, you had sat at the bar and gave a song to Zen’s performances. Singing didn’t take too much out of you, and it felt nice to be out and about where everyone was instead of worrying about how things were going. As always, this place was a good place to be.

All and all, things were going together in town.

Even better, Saeyoung had joined you at the same time, stepping in when he wasn’t working with Saeran and Jihyun to play some music along with you. He revealed his secret talent, that he was rather skilled at guitar, but he never had the chance to show it off to other people like he wanted to. He was really good!

Even if Saeran said otherwise.

Saeran had been right by Jihyun’s side the entire time, trying to help him make matters right from what happened with their father. He was taking it personally and seriously to make amends for things. You’d been surprised by that, given the history that you had heard about what the twins went through they’d met Jihyun, but the fact that Saeran was calling him “dad” was telling enough.

Saeran wasn’t trying to become the next mayor, though.

That was the last thing he wanted.

This was just the loose end that had to be tied up for him. Saeran had told you that he wanted to be able to leave the desert for a while, maybe not forever because he knew how much this place meant to you now, but he did want to see the world first.

You knew that feeling.

You knew what it felt like to want an adventure.

Saeran was your adventure now, and anywhere that he wanted to go, you wanted to be. That’s what led to this situation that you were now in. So, when he proposed the idea to you one day if you would be a willing party to go on a trip with him. Of course, Saeyoung was going to be tagging along, but it was a given. He still wanted you to come with him.

Of course, you said yes.

It wasn’t a “goodbye” to the western town that you had come to, but a simple “see you soon.”

Which is how you wound up where you were now, in a little wagon pulled by Begona and Big Dipper, headed out from town and deep along the trails to take you to wherever you wanted to go. Saeran was kind of interested in seeing the ocean since he’d never been able to see that before, well, there were a lot of things that he hadn’t seen before, but…

It was the first thing that came to mind when you asked, “Well, where do you wanna go?”

“I reckon it’d be nice to see the coast?”

“Good choice, Saeranie!”

Saeyoung seemed jazzed about the idea, himself. He had traveled out with Jihyun and seen the coast before, and had described it to his twin with a mystified look in his eyes. It had left a mark on him that Saeran wanted to see. Hilarious, you knew, but it was kind of sweet to see them getting along and sharing these things.

You were happy here with Saeran.

He snorted when you tucked yourself closer to his side, but ignored the urge to make a snide comment to torment you. You’d grown used to him teasing you and pulling your hair now and again. He might have been Saeran now, but he was still your tormentor by all accounts. Which was exactly what you’d wanted, anyway.

“How far do you think we have left?” you asked him, watching as the landscape changed by the minute from the clay and soil, into the greens that you knew very well. “Do you reckon it’s more than a day or two at this rate?”

“I reckon so,” he responded. You’d pay for stealing some of his quirky vocabulary to tease him. But, you liked that little accent of his whether he wanted to agree with that or not. “I ain’t never traveled this far by myself before, so I’m just guessing from what the maps said.”

“It took a while even by train,” you admitted.

“‘Course, we ain’t in no hurry, little Cereus. We’ll get there when we get there… don’t tell me that yer’ gonna start askin’ me that every five minutes. We already got one idiot n’ this car, we don’t need two of ‘em.”

The two of you chuckled.

That seemed to bring Saeyoung’s attention to the scene. He had stopped playing the time being as he leaned forward between the two of you, ignoring the way the wagon bounced against the terrain and could’ve knocked him over. The way that things were changing had caught his eye. Had he traveled in this area before? “I’ll pretend I ain’t hear that. But, hey, do y’all remember when I told ya’ that I met someone when I was gone with Jihyun?”

“...That fake partner ya’ mentioned?” Saeran quipped. You knew what he thought about that person that Saeyoung had brought up now and again. You couldn’t doubt him. Because they all doubted Zen about you! So, who was to say that he was hiding information about somebody just to make some kind of joke?

“They’re not fake!” Saeyoung retorted. He huffed and looked at you for some moral support. “Cereus, ya’ believe me, right? I’m only bringin’ this up because I was wonderin’ if you two would be interested in meetin’ ‘em? After all, they’ve been waitin’ for me to come back n’ see ‘em since I left a few months ago.”

That made you curious.

You raised a brow, “Oh?”

“Absolutely.”

Saeran sighed. He looked back at his twin and shook his head, incredulous. It was like he couldn’t believe that Saeyoung wanted to take a little detour. He wasn’t going to hear the end of it if he didn’t do something about this. “Alright, alright. Ya’ know what? I reckon that I want you to prove that this person is real, then. I’ve heard this spiel too many damn times. Ya’ wanna prove it? Let’s see ‘em, then. Tell me where we’re headed, then.”

“Aw, Saeran, I knew you cared about me!”

“Mainly, I just wanna see if yer’ a liar or not.”

“I’ll admit I’m a little curious, Saeyoung. I’m willing to give you the benefit of a doubt on this one. Be nice, Saeran. Who knows, it might lead us to another adventure!”

“The last thing I want right now is another dangerous adventure.”

“That settles it, then. To the sea, we go!”

[AUTHOR’S NOTE:]

Heya Howdy Doodle Doo, don’t let the door close on ya’ because this ain’t over yet.

That’s right.

This isn’t the end of Cowboy Saeran. Join us soon in the sequel which is going to be a Seven x Reader story. This will be my first long-form Seven x Reader story, and I’m glad to be writing it. I sincerely am going to have to thank countless people for supporting this story and supporting me. I’ve made a lot of new friends that I hope to keep forever thanks to this story.

My heart is filled with so much love for so many of you fans.

I’ve received fan art, cosplay, and all kinds of gifts for this story of mine and it means a lot to me that there are people that enjoy something I’ve made so much that they want to play around in my take on the Mystic Messenger characters. So, this isn’t goodbye to you, my loyal cowboy fans.

This is a See You Soon.

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 3 years

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His Light

For the @mysme-rbb project

This was a collab with _digitxl_ on Instagram who drew an awesome piece to go with this story! It was great working with her and she's an amazing artist! Check out her piece here!

This was a challenge for me to write and really outside of my comfort zone but I'm glad I did it and I definitely had fun with it! I have a lot of love for Saeyoung, so I hope I managed to portray his character well while carrying through some themes from the Secret Endings. Enjoy! Do let me know your thoughts after reading, I'd love the feedback ^^

Rays of warm sunlight shone down, reflecting in the glassy metal of the car. The engine revved as the vehicle sped across the streets, echoes of cheerful conversation and laughter dancing on the gust of wind left in its wake. The windows were opened as they raced toward their destination, letting in a swift breeze that whipped the girl’s long hair.

Mirae closed her eyes and smiled into the sunshine, enjoying the moment; the steady rhythm of the car, the warmth on her face, the air racing past her ears and the voice of the man sitting beside her. His warm, ringing chuckles were bright and alive, and the sound wrapped her heart in a warm, loving embrace.

His laughter spoke of a pure, genuine happiness that he used to think he didn't deserve and would never feel. Hearing it every day made her soul sing.

Saeyoung glanced over to the side and back at the road. His smile widened into a fond expression as he noticed her quietly relishing the sun's gentle caressing.

‘You know, you’re so tiny, one of these days I’m going to lose you in a crowd. It’s simply inevitable,’ Saeyoung teased, looping an arm over Mirae’s shoulders.

The girl rolled her eyes, but was used to her boyfriend poking fun at her lack in height and took no offence at this comment.

‘Hey, it’s not my fault I’m short,’ she giggled.

Though she enjoyed the feeling, she slowly removed his arm and opted to link his hand with hers instead, so they were able to walk more comfortably past the bustling storefronts.

It was a lovely day. Saeran had headed out with Achlys to take a walk and make the most of the weather. The two remaining members of the Choi household planned to meet up with them later on to get ice cream and give them a lift home, and the pair decided that they may as well make a day of it. It was so nice outside, after all.

Needless to say, they would likely make several short detours before actually making it to shop for clothes, as they intended.

Mirae abruptly came to a stop and Saeyoung noticed a more focused and curious expression on her face, which soon evolved into an excited one.

Something of interest must have caught her eye, he thought to himself, following her gaze to a cosy-looking bookstore on the street corner. He was right, and she was now promptly tugging his sleeve towards the shop's front entrance.

'Look!' she happily declared once inside, picking up a volume from the shelf that she had somehow spied from the window. 'I've been wanting to read this for a while now.'

She handled the book with care, turning it over in her small hands and skimming the blurb before turning to the first page.

Saeyoung watched her eyes run along the paper, that intrigued, excited glimmer in her eyes.

At times, the realness of the most mundane moments hit him all at once, catching him off guard and fervently squeezing his insides.

This was one of those moments.

The noise of the other customers in the shop seemed to fade into the background as he followed Mirae to the counter. His senses seemed to hyper-focus on her presence; her soft voice as she thanked the cashier, her hands as she took the book, her smile, the starry look in her eyes.

How could an instance so ordinary be so mesmerising? How could it make him so inexplicably and immensely happy?

'Saeyoung?'

Oh, she'd noticed him uncharacteristically quiet. She tends to notice things like that.

Placing the shopping bag over her shoulder, she gently took his hand in one of her own.

This was real. She was right here, with him, and it wasn't a dream or illusion.

He often found himself unable to shake the fear that this happiness would all eventually disappear one day, beautiful but fleeting, like a brilliant flame being snuffed out as quickly as it ignited. Brief, like the bittersweet dance of cherry blossoms on the fickle wind, withering away mere days after the prime of their bloom.

Maybe it was because he still believed he didn't deserve that happiness, no matter how much Mirae assured him that he did. He was afraid, so afraid, that he would lose her. Or that he would lose Saeran once again, his other half, whom he fought so hard to save.

But… the normality of the precious moments they spent together, convinced him that maybe, just maybe, he really could live a normal life and just enjoy the time he had with them both.

The warmth and firmness of her grip, a promise that she would continue to be by his side, almost like a star — constant and unwavering, but never burning out. In the pressing darkness of space that had been his world and that he had been fighting with an artificial torchlight of his own invention, he had found her. Shining through the void but not twinkling. Always present and bright.

He knew she couldn't always be so bright, but as he drew closer he began reflecting her light, and soon he himself was glowing. Maybe he always had been, but she made him feel like he'd never been brighter.

Her light wasn't blinding like the light he'd been shown in his younger years, but warm and comfortable. He knew he would cherish it forever.

He just hadn’t expected to be able to keep it. And now he never wanted to let go.

Between them, they had enough light for the darkest of days, and plenty to share. When he laughed, it felt more sincere than it ever had. There were no more fake smiles, and the darkness receded a little each day. He finally had his brother with him again, not to mention his friends, and her. Things weren’t always perfect, but they were getting better. At last, he felt whole.

The main purpose of their shopping trip had devolved into the pair dissolving into quiet fits of giggles at every price tag involving the numbers 6 and 9 consecutively. Each lame or immature joke earned an eye roll from Saeran.

Besides Mirae’s book, the couple’s purchases of that day consisted of matching socks, matching piercings, a palette of makeup that Saeyoung had convinced her to try with him on a promise that he’d take care of applying it, a bag of glow-in-the-dark worms on strings (‘just because’), a cowboy hat each (plus a third which Saeyoung was determined to get his younger brother to wear with them) and probably more stationery than either of them needed because Mirae did not have the self-control to leave that shop without getting something and he found her animated reaction irresistibly adorable (and those cat and spaced themed notebooks and stickers were very cute).

They’d spent some time just walking around, looking at clothes, joking around. Every so often Saeyoung would pick out an item from a railing or shelf that he thought would suit his fiance. They’d taken to trying on different outfits and sporting them in front of the store’s mirrors.

'How can you pull everything off so well?'

'It's a gift, I know,' he playfully replied.

Saeyoung the optimist had hidden in the shadows of his soul for so long, but now he was dancing in the sunshine, the rain and the starlight with her.

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kirishwima · 4 years

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Don’t worry about us, please try not to stress out. I am only sending in this request merely due to it not leaving me alone. RFA+V, Unknown (cannot remember how to spell his name) reactions to MC in their wedding dress, what type of wedding will they have? Please do not mind and please study wisely.

ahh this is a cute and light-hearted idea :’) You speak of a wedding dress but refer to MC as they/them, so I’ll be writing for them as non-binary!

I’ll also add photos of what I think their wedding dress/suit would be bc....I have to, and because I have a whole pinterest board of wedding dresses saved from last summer when I was helping my sister plan her wedding orz :’)

YOOSUNG:

* When speaking of weddings, Yoosung’s always imagined the beautiful classics; standing at the altar, seeing the love of his life walk down the aisle dressed in the most gorgeous gown, his smile broadening at the sight of them.

* He himself wore a humble black suit, but with a baby blue bow-tie; reminiscing of his own innocence.

* He absoloutely had Zen help him pick out his suit; they took Seven along too but he kept insisting Yoosung should just wear a onesie instead lmao

* He did discuss with MC what they’d like to wear; when they said they wanted to wear a dress, he immediatly thought of classic puffy white dresses with lace and toule.

* Seeing MC walk towards him though, he couldn’t help how his jaw hung open, how his eyes widened. “Lucky you”, he heard Seven whisper, standing besides him as his best man.

* MC was like a princess, and he, their soon-to be prince. He took their hand as they reached the altar, kissing their knuckles with a wide smile. He’d ditched his glasses for the wedding, finally able to see better with the help of surgery, and he blessed each of his doctors for being able to witness the sight that was MC.

*Overall he’s just a tearful happy nugget, and 10/10 will choke with tears whilst saying his vows

ZEN:

* Despite what you may be thinking, he actually doesn’t dream of big fancy weddings and expensive venues. His ideal wedding would be something simple; a gathering of friends and loved ones, perhaps even by the beach, being able to stand besides the one he loves comfortably and proudly.

* He’s glad that he and MC are on the same page about that; even if he’s a celebrity, his humble approach to life never changed, and he wants their wedding to reflect that. So a wedding by the beach it is!

* It’s Zen we’re talking about, so even a potato sack would look flattering on him, so his choice of suits is endless. He’s classy but doesn’t like the plain old black suit, so instead he goes for something more summery, given their venue.

* I can really imagine him in a linen suit, ditching the tie for a more laid-back look, his hair tied into an intricate braid, even wearing one or two little white flowers at its end.

* He’d be just as awe-struck with how MC looks no matter what they’d wear, suit or dress, casual or formal. He’ll love them just as much if he sees them every morning in their pyjamas and bed hair, or in a gown and heels.

* Simple and elegant, and nicer than the summer breeze blowing through Zen’s hair, he had to bite his lip, blinking back tears threatening to fall at the thought he’s about to spend the rest of his life with his beloved. (Also he has to fight the Beast until later tonight and hoo boy is that a hassle or WHAT)

* All in all-he’s one happy hecking groom, and he can’t wait to tear that dress off of them the moment they’re in their private quarters lol

JAEHEE:

* Honestly...she didn’t see the point of holding a wedding at first. Did she fantasize about it as a little girl? Sure, she did. But as she got older and the thought of dating and family got further and further away from her, that childhood dream was put aside, stored in the repressed part of her brain.

* It’d been MC who proposed, and MC who began the planning for the wedding-they didn’t want Jaehee to feel burdened with organizing, but the more Jaehee worked to plan their wedding, the more she fell in love with the idea of this special day just for the two of them, and the more she fell in love with MC, seeing their hard work and adoration towards her.

* They didn’t want to have an all-out wedding like many couples do; just them, their families and the RFA, a little get together to celebrate a milestep of their life together.

* They had arrived at the dillema of; will we both wear suits? Dresses? Should one of us wear a suit and the other a dress? In the ned MC suggested they each decide on a look without telling the other, so it’ll be just as much of a surprise for each of them to see the other on their wedding day!

* Jaehee is a practical woman, yes, but we know that she’s not the strict short-haired lady she was whilst working with Jumin-she allows herself to explore femiminity more and more in her route, and I feel that’d be evident in her choice of a wedding gown-simple, yet elegant and chic.

* With her hair in a gorgeous loose bun, flowers adorning her head, her ring-finger soon to be decorated with a delicate ring she and MC chose together-she almost can’t believe the person looking back at her in the mirror is herself.

* Less so can she believe that the person she’s about to marry is soon walking towards her, a smile on their face as if they’re the lucky one to be marrying Jaehee when Jaehee stares wide-eyed at the beautiful person she’s eagerly waiting to spend the rest of her life with;

* Of course they’d choose a dress with pockets, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, if only to tease Jaehee about her own lack of pockets later on.

* They both can’t help but stare at each other as they meet at the altar, wide eyed with incredulous smiles. The preacher even has to cough politely to get their attention back to well, their wedding lmao

* It’s everything Jaehee could’ve wanted and then some.

JUMIN:

* Yeah yeah, it’s Jumin Han, the handsome man in a suit, and yeah he’s gonna have an all-out wedding alright-but only if that’s what MC wants.

* He honestly...doesn’t care what the ceremony will be like, who will be there or what they’ll say. He only cares about seeing MC’s ring finger adorned with a rind that has his surname engraved in it, a mark on them that says MC’s his, his and no one elses.

* Even if he wears suits on the daily, his wedding is no exception; he’ll wear a suit tialored to perfection, classic black and sleek, matching his raven-dark hair, slicked back for the occasion-he’d go to the ceremony in his pyjamas if he had to, so long as he’s able to call MC his spouse once the day’s over.

* He had given MC the absoloute liberty of choosing what to wear, with the only condition being they have the best tailors across the world work on their outfit, wanting it to be as unique and wonderful as MC themself.

* It was jarring at first, to have 5 or 6 professionals tug and probe at MC whilst working on their measurements and meeting up to discuss their style, but they figure that’s just how life with Jumin as their husband will be-extreme, sometimes awkward, but full of love and care; they could see it in his smile when they came home from their fitting, tired but happy as they snuggled up in his arms, him stroking their hair until they fell asleep.

* It’s hard to find a dress picture that I feel captures what MC’s dress would be, but I think the closest to it would be something like this;

* “The most befitting dress for royal beauty such as yours”, Jumin whispers to MC’s ear as they approach him at the altar, his smile small and private, for MC’s eyes only.

* Yet as he leans down to kiss them, completely ignoring the preacher waiting to start the ceremony, he whispers on their lips ‘I love you’, and MC knows from the bottom of their soul, that no matter what they wore, how they looked, Jumin would love them just as much. And they’re forevel grateful for that.

* p.s: Elizabeth the 3d is ABSOLOUTELY going to be the ring bearer, and she’ll have her own little dress appropriate for the occasion, fight me on this.

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Y’all....tease him about the ‘let’s get married at the space station’ bit all you want, but this boy DREAMS of a wedding, a family and happy life for so long, you can never convince me he doesn’t go all out for his wedding.

* A beautiful, flower-covered venue? Check. Tailored, custom-made suit? Check. Planning everything to the most minute detail? YES. He’ll run himself dry working on creating the perfect wedding, it’ll take some convincing from MC to tone it down lmao.

* He’ll still insist on inviting absurd guests just like he did with the RFA parties, but in all honesty, he just wants MC besides him, Saeran and Yoosung next to him as hie best men (yes he can have both of them shush), the rest of the RFA there to congratulate him and MC on their special day; the people he loves, to celebrate the day of uniting with his one true love, that’s all Saeyoung wants.

* To be able to say ‘I love you MC’, and to have MC tell him ‘I love you, Saeyoung’-to formally and completely leave the life of 707 behind, to have his brother hug him, congratulate him on his wedding-this is all more than enough to make Saeyoung cry happy tears, pushing his palms on his eyes as he laughs and cries at the same time, letting MC hug him to help him calm down.

* While he does dream of a classic classy wedding, he loves the colour red a little too much, so he’d try and sneak it in there, be it in a vest or bow tie lol (he’d absoloutely wear a bow tie instead of a tie, and he’d be allowed one (1) doctor who joke for the duration of the ceremony lmao)

* ((also....not relevant to the wedding itself, but his marriage proposal would absoloutely be at a planetarium, js))

* As for MC...they’d spent nights on the couch together, eating chips and wondering what they’d each wear on the day of their wedding. They ended up taking Jaehee and some more of their friends with them when looking for a dress, as much as Saeyoung pouted and asked to tag along.

* It was worth it to keep him in the dark though; his big wide eyes as MC walked towards him, how he had to bite his lip to stop giggling like a fool, he was jumping up and down at the altar, giggling behind his hands as he mumbled ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god allah and buddha!’.

* “Holy shit” he whispered to himself, earning a stern gaze from the preacher, his brother groaning in the background. MC took it as a compliment though, smiling up at him as they stood across him.

* This boy....will cry real ugly snort filled tears at his wedding vows, I guarantee it.

V/JIHYUN:

* BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING BOHO WEDDING

* Like hello??? Have you seen this hippie-ass man at the end of his route?? He’ll be so happy with a marriage ceremony in the forest, in a little church that looks almost abandoned in its little spot at the edge of the woods, in a little city no one knew before V brought it up.

* He’d love to help decorate and renovate the church for their wedding, using funds taken from a painting collection he did featuring the very forest the church sits besides.

* (I can also totally picture their wedding taking place in a botanical garden/greenhouse, if you’d rather skip the church option! Just surrounded by plants and nature :D)

* Even if it’s not a boho wedding though-just being able to spend the rest of his life besides MC, the person that truly taught him what love is, that’s all handsome mint boy needs.

* Honestly...he’s extra enough to be the kind of guy that ditches the shirt, so I can imagine him wearing something like the following, but in a darker colour;

* As for MC....yeah I’m gonna add my personal favorite here bc bOHO WEDDING DRESSES ARE GORGEOUS AND MC WOULD LOOK LIKE A FAE APPEARING THROUGH THE WOODS AND JIHYUN WOULD ABSOLOUTELY GASP AT THE SIGHT OF THEM, WIPING AWAY A STRAY TEAR AS HE KISSES THEIR FOREHEAD WHEN THEY REACH HIM AT THE ALTAR, SAYING A QUIET ‘THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU’ ONLY MC CAN HEAR.

((something with a little simpler bust, but the puffy sleeves,,,flowy dress,,,the line cut that’s honestly so charming on any figure,,,fight me this is the cutest kind of dress))

UNKNOWN/SAERAN:

* He’d really want a small, closed wedding just for him, MC, and the RFA sure, why not (he’s kidding, he’s grown really fond of them all but he refuses to openly admit it)

* If MC suggests they hold their ceremony at a greenhouse he’ll be over the moon; he’ll personally visit the greenhouse and make sure all the flowers are in tip top condition for their wedding.

* For his own suit, he’d like to keep things simple, maybe even ditching the whole suit and tie thing;

* I really imagine him with a suit similar to this, but ditching the vest , with flowers pinned to his blazer that he looks fondly at, knowing MC will be holding a bouquet just like these, ones he himself picked out with all his love and care, removing each thorn to make sure nothing can harm their hands as they hold the bouquet.

* As MC walks towards him through the greenhouse his breath shudders, any words he may have had dying in his throat; MC looks ethereally beautiful and he’s out of words as they come to stand in front of him, his lips trembling.

* Is this person really his? The one he’ll be able to hold, to love for as long as he lives? He shakingly takes MC’s hand in his, giving them a tight squeeze as he smiles.

* “In sickness and in health” he whispers, smiles as MC says it back.

* In sickness and in health.

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