I want the backstory to that cloths swap imagine in the mint eye box So Bad. I feel like it also implies at some point saeran lets his natural color grow out. Its so cute.
"You know, I always thought you looked ridiculous in this outfit," he said, a dry yet amused sound escaped Saeran as he looked down at the outfit in question. "I never saw the purpose. It confused me to see you taking inspiration from a traffic light. I didn't put it together until I saw your bunker, you know? I get it now."
"You have to admit your brother has style?" Saeyoung countered, his eyebrows wiggling in a mocking fashion, and Saeran gave him a hard shove to the shoulder. "Okay, okay. I get it! You're not a fan of my red, yellow, and orange wavelength!"
Saeran looked at his brother, "You always liked tinkering with stuff when we were young... you would tell me stories about technology all the time, but what you thought was the coolest thing was always a car. I remember once when you mentioned how badly you wanted to build one so that we could escape and travel anywhere we wanted. I guess you never lost your dream. Oh, also, you really don't hide your drawings well. Why did you have yourself drawn as a race car driver all over your fridge?"
Saeyoung smiled, sheepishly. It wasn't that bad. He liked to express himself in a way that felt comfortable. For Saeyoung, cosplay and all the stories he could doodle on paper helped him cope with what he had to deal with. He knew that it wasn't that different for Saeran who spent a lot of his time dabbling in a journal these days.
It was still... weird between himself and his brother. They didn't know each other anymore and it was hard to figure out how to change that. It was Saeran's partner who jokingly said that they could try to get in each other's shoes to see what they didn't understand. It was silly to exchange clothes but... they were twins, after all. They could share a lot and see what stuck.
"I admire Lightning McQueen?" he offered.
"The crocs you wear at home gave that away," Saeran said. It was hard to tell if he was annoyed or amused by that.
To be fair, when they were kids, it was hard to know what Saeran was thinking. He was always far away from the world even if they were together. His daydreams kept him safe and sound so Saeyoung never pressed him to be open about what he had to do to survive. He had his own means, too. He would study programming for hours until he knew what he was looking at.
Instead, Saeyoung looked at the outfit that Saeran often wore. He liked the feeling of the button-up, or so he claimed. It wasn't tight on his body and it didn't make him feel hyperaware of his insecurities or healing wounds. Saeran had gone through so much that Saeyoung blamed himself for, but a lot of that was out of his control. He did the best he could and Saeran found comfort in the structure of a suit for some reason.
It made him look like a grown-up, though.
All Saeyoung ever wanted for his brother was for him to make it to adulthood and enjoy the experience of life. He just never thought he would be able to see it firsthand. But, just like the suit, Saeran had a world of structure and freedom at the same time. His brother had a partner, security, safety, and a garden he could use to look at the sky all day. It was wonderful.
He was so proud of his twin.
"You know, you look like you're another one of Jumin's worker bees in this outfit," Saeyoung chuckled.
Saeran hummed, clearly lost in thought, "Well, if things hadn't gone the way they did, I wouldn't have minded that. Jumin is considerate and did right by me while I did my work for him. Everyone looked at me and treated me like I was always capable of being confident and a leader to people around me. When I wear that outfit... I feel capable. I don't doubt myself. I feel free and I like that feeling so I haven't done to change my style since I became liberated."
"Hey, I'm proud of you," Saeyoung said. He pressed a hand against his brother's shoulder. "But, you were always capable and brave. I just never let you have a chance to shine when we were kids. I thought I had to be strong for you so you would never have to fight a battle you weren't ready for... but my mistake was thinking you weren't ready to protect yourself."
Saeran smiled. "Strength comes from believing in yourself, yes, but it comes just as much from having people who believe in you. The RFA taught me that, [Y/N] taught me that, and you taught me that. We're the strongest we can be when our loved ones believe in us and stand by our sides. You tried to fight alone but... you were strong because of your friends... and because they believed in you, they believed in me, too."
"So, you think your traffic light brother is strong in a real way?"
Their family was a little splintered and broken, but it wasn't going to be that way forever. They were healing and they would find a way to bond just like when they were kids someday. For now, it was okay to play around and poke fun at each other until they knew what it was like to be adults and to have a brother again.
A familiar voice came from the back porch, "Hey, Saeran, Saeyoung! C'mon, I need to get a picture for the chatroom! They won't believe I talked Saeran into this! Saeyoung, sure, but that's only because he's a master cosplayer. I promise it'll just take a minute!"
"[Y/N] won't take no for answer," Saeyoung chuckled. He glanced at them in the distance and then back to Saeran. "Well, we shouldn't let them wait forever, huh? I have a feeling they're pouting and we both know that you can't say no to them when they do that."
Saeran rolled his eyes and began walking back in the direction of the little cozy house that they had come to call their own. "Well, look at you, you've learned my true weakness. I guess we're starting to see eye to eye after all."
"Have you figured mine out, then?"