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Was chatting with @draconicsparkle about their fics, and Makoto in really tall platform shoes came up... so I drew it, since it deserves to be reality
Here's the shoes I used for reference btw
Reading batfam fics like. If my older sister ever called me "little sister" or "little brother" or something similar would think she was possessed
Remember the flower room on Fairytopia? I do.
A needlessly clunky hate card for people salty about blue decks, anyone?
When you have a movie starring “the Worst Chris in Hollywood” you have to expect these things.
MM Fluff Week 2020 day 4
Day 4: Accomplishments ♡ Mysme Friendships
For @mmfluffweek
This one seemed a bit clunky, but IDK, hope you like it anyway!
Yoosung straightened his yellow bowtie yet again and ran fingers through his hair. He went back and forth on whether he should wear his hair clips. In the end, he put them on, after all, Saeran liked them and that’s all that mattered. They were silver with small diamond stars on them. A gift from the twins on his last birthday. Saeran had designed them and helped Saeyoung craft them. If he was honest, they were probably his most prized possession. Taking a deep breath and one final look at himself he nodded and walked out.
This was his only suit, but it had held up well. The sleeves might be a bit small now, he must have grown some, but otherwise fit properly. It was a deep blue that Saeran liked on him, which was a big plus. He was excited and a bit nervous, but he supposed tonight was probably not much different than an RFA party where there would be some wealthy and famous guests. Of course, Yoosung never actually had to mingle with those guests. His duties were more the backstage variety.
He stepped out of his apartment building to a waiting limo. The chauffeur nodded to him as he opened the door.
“Thank you.” Yoosung said.
“My pleasure sir.” The man closed the door as Yoosung settled onto the seat. He’d been in limos before, while accompanying Jumin, but never had one all to himself. It felt silly and wasteful, but Saeran had insisted. It took about fifteen minutes to get to their next destination. The chauffeur once more opened the door, this time to let Saeran in. The man looked stunning, taking Yoosung’s breath away. His red hair was slicked back, his mint colored eyes noticeably not hiding behind the fringe. The black eyeliner was expertly applied, as always, and his studded choker was around his neck. He wore a red Tshirt under a black coat, black jeans and his biker boots. How long since he’d dressed that way? Yoosung had to resist an urge to reach over and ruffle his hair.
Yoosung scooted over to make room for the man next to him, which he took. He turned to him and grinned, green eyes gleaming, but a little terrified as well.
“You look amazing.” He said.
“So do you, I’m glad you decided for this look.” Yoosung admired his boyfriend.
“Uh, yeah…not sure how it will go over though.” Saeran swallowed. Yoosung reached for his hand, it was sweaty.
“Nervous?”
“Shit yeah!” Saeran answered honestly. Yoosung laughed and lay his head on the other man’s shoulder.
“Don’t be, it’s going to be incredible, you’ll see.”
“I…I’m just afraid I’ll let everyone down.”
“You won’t.”
“I wish I could be as confident as you.”
“You don’t have to be, all of us are cheering you on, and even if nobody else likes it, we all love it!” Yoosung turned Searan’s face towards him and kissed him lightly. This was Saeran’s night and he was going to do everything in his power to make it a great one.
Saeran smiled, the tension in his body eased and he reached for the hair clips in Yoosung’s blonde hair. “You wore them.”
“Of course! They’re my lucky charm!” he giggled.
“I’m glad. And grateful for you, being here with me. I can’t imagine having done this by myself without you by my side.”
“You just needed a little push is all.”
“I don’t know. The man I used to be…well…”
“But that wasn’t the real you, it just took you a while to realize who you really are, without all that…uh…”
“It’s OK. I know you’re right. And I know that it will probably be a lifelong journey for me. But I hope you stay by my side.”
“Always.” They exchanged several more kisses before the limo stopped once more. When the door opened, Saeran stepped out into a few lightbulb flashes. He held out his hand for Yoosung, who took it eagerly. There was some media and some onlookers who looked more confused than anything, wondering if they were celebrities of some sort. His amethyst eyes blinked at the crowd, but Saeran only had eyes for him, placing his arm around his waist and leading them inside the art gallery.
The rest of the RFA was already inside, Jaehee and MC in stunning gowns fit for the Oscars. Jumin and Zen both handsome in their tails, Jumin in black, Zen in white, making an ethereal pair. Saeyoung on the other hand, wore a white buttoned long sleeved dress shirt with his regular black and orange hoodie, his hair in it’s usual disarray. Yoosung simply shook his head.
“Little bro! Making the fashionable entrance huh?” Saeyoung hugged him, and the others followed after. Saeran looked a bit awkward and uncomfortable but he handled it well.
“Mr. Choi. I’m so pleased you have arrived, there are several people who have been asking for you. May I take you from your friends?” The woman wore a black cocktail dress, her dark hair in a high tight ponytail, her grey eyes alert and determined.
“Uh…” Saeran stuttered.
“It’s OK, I think we’ll manage.” Yoosung shooed him away. Saeran nodded and let the woman lead him away like a trapped animal.
“He seems to barely be holding on.” Zen laughed sipping from his champagne goblet.
“Give him time, he’ll grow into it. V never much cared for the personal attention either.” Jumin said.
“But V used his charm effectively, I’m not sure Saeran has that same ability.” Jaehee said.
“No, but I think this really has helped him come out of his shell a bit more with other people. Although, I think he enjoys taking photographs because it allows him hide behind the camera.” Yoosung answered.
“Yep, but now he can’t!” Saeyoung laughed. “Can you believe my little brother has his own gallery showing? Not to mention all that social media blowing up over his photos! He’s going to be bigger than V ever was!”
“And I wonder who made that happen.” MC arched her eyebrow at her husband.
“Is it wrong of me to promote my little bro?” Saeyoung asked offended.
“No, but it might be to do it by hacking.” Zen laughed.
“Is that so? Hmm, remind me again, who reblogged onto all his own social media sites?” Saeyoung said.
Zen looked away without answering.
“It was something I never thought I would see, Zen posting something that wasn’t his face or body.” Jumin smirked. Zen slapped his arm but Jumin only laughed and pulled the man close, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“He did take some photos of me as well! I was only trying to help him.” Zen pouted.
“Absolutely my love.” Jumin nodded and went silent.
Yoosung was barely paying any attention as his eyes were on Saeran. In the last few years he’d come leaps and bounds from the man he used to be. There was still that hard shell, but once inside, there was a soft gooey center that was still so very fragile and vulnerable. He cherished the man, the good and the bad, and he was overwhelmingly happy that things were looking up for him. The photos he took were stunning. You couldn’t help but feel something when you saw them. Saeyoung was right, V was incredible, but there was a different perspective to the way Saeran saw the world. The truth of it. That while there was great beauty, there was also great sorrow.
After an hour Saeran finally made his way back to Yoosung.
“Can we go now?” he whispered in desperation.
“No, you promised you’d stay at least until ten.” Yoosung answered.
“What time is it now?”
“Just after nine.”
“Ugh…”
“Come on, why don’t you take me on a tour?”
“You’ve already seen them all.”
“Yes, but, I’d love to hear your perspective on them, you know, explain it to me as if I’ve never seen it before. Besides, it will give you an excuse to stay with me and ignore all these people.” Yoosung grinned.
“True!” Saeran’s eyes lit up. “OK, let’s start over there.” He took Yoosung’s hand and headed towards the center of the gallery. Yoosung didn’t move. “What?”
“I’m so proud of you Saeran.” Yoosung said, eyes glittering with happiness.
Saeran blushed and looked away, but there was a small smile playing around his lips. “You don’t have to say that.” He mumbled.
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. And I am, so very proud. And happy to be here with you. What you’ve done in incredible Saeran. You should be proud of yourself too.”
Saeran sighed and pulled the man closer. Yoosung was sure now, he had definitely grown, he was almost eye to eye with Saeran, if he hadn’t been wearing those biker boots, he might even be taller than the red head now. They embraced and kissed. Flashes exploded around them, but they were oblivious.