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[melonmaw]

More of Feral Baby Logan AU:

I imagine that in the Kid Logan AU, Hank Mccoy takes the role of an almost Father figure.

It's a reciprocal relationship, with Logan enjoying someone who can handle his Feralness and primal attitudes. With him, he can (almost) go all out and have fun play fighting, (and being scruffed doesn't sting as much if the guys almost two feet taller than you and built like a brick shithouse), and he can even bite him and know it won't get infected!

It also provides an opportunity for growth in Hank. When he says anything demeaning about the more...Beastly side of himself, it indirectly affects Logan. He doesn't see how Logan's face falls whenever he does, when the Doctor equates acting animalistic to being Less Than or Worse Than humans and mutants. The boy never says anything, but Hank catches on after Wolverine stops behaving so wildly around him.

(Once, after saying something so demeaning about his animalistic tendencies that Logan takes off for weeks, he buys himself parenting books. They help.)

I also just think it would be funny if the reason behind his little 'kitty ear' hair is that he gets head pats and it flattens the top of his hair <3

[angelalpha16]

MC waking up to the reality

This will be the first time for me to write a mysme fic because Zen came to my dreams last night and it's... well... just read if you want to know what happened. I am quite sad that I need to accept Zen isn’t real. :( 

It was 12:00am and I was waiting for another chat to pop. It's my 10th day and I have repeated playing this game a hundred times just to keep him alive in my life. He was my first route and I locked myself to him alone. I played all the DLCs just to get to him. Just to keep receiving his call, chat, text. I was in love with him like how I repeat this game to believe myself that he loves me and fill that loneliness I had been experiencing for a while. The April fools DLC Normal end struck me and now, I somehow slightly believe that he is somewhere out there loving me. For me, that was enough.

"Hey, Cheonsa. Are you free tomorrow? I need a runner for this wedding."

Meo yeon, my coworker texted me asking for assistance at a wedding event tomorrow.

"Sure." I replied.

I went back reading fics on tumblr and chuckled at every Zen headcannons I read. I checked the time. WHAT?! It's 2am already.

Alright. I need to control myself just as Zen can control his beast. I need to sleep now for tomorrow's work. 

I kissed my phone's lockscreen goodnight. (It was Zen's CG on the other dimension, trapped)

"Hey Cheonsa. Thanks for coming. Can you please make sure the bridemaids are all ready at 10 o'clock?"

"Okay will check."

I knocked at a room filled with ladies. All of them are chuckling teasing the bride about how lucky she is for marrying a handsome man.

"You really are the luckiest woman on earth. I am really really jealous of you to be honest."

"Me too. Marrying this very handsome guy, gosh. You have to make a lot of kids!"

"Of course he'll end up marrying me. I knew my ways into him!" 

"Oh my gosh. What do you mean?"

"I just have to get silver hearts!"

"Excuse me. Good morning. We'll pick up the bridesmaids at 10 o'clock. I hope you're ready."

"Cheonsa, you don't need to come to the church. Make sure everything on the reception is on place now. Especially that photobooth! They weren't responding this morning."

"Alright. I got you, Meo Yeon."

I came to the reception with sparkling eyes as I see how grandeur this wedding is. It was a garden setting with lovely flowers all around. There were hanging lights with elegant vines from the tent ceiling. The floor is filled with petals and crawling ornamental plants. It is a fairy tale kind of wedding. 

I marveled at all the details that fascinated me, even the chairs and tables have these elegant-looking vines crawling at their feet. 

Then my eyes came to the bride and groom's lair. It is the center of this astonishing venue. The arch was filled with white amaryllis above it. Vines flow from the arch with the magnificent little blooms. The flowers reminded me of Zen. It seems like he was as pretty as the venue.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" one of the assitants interfered with my fascnitation. "I bet a lot of thousand dollars have been burned to wed famous people with this." 

"Famous?"

"A famous musical actor is to wed a daughter of a rich politician man. A cliche pair." 

"What a coincidence."

"What is?" 

"Nothing."

It was weird that I was thinking of Zen when I heard that the groom was also a famous musical actor. I was too busy running different errands today to even know who's going to wed. 

"Back to work." I told myself.

Hmmm... band - check. Host -  check. The photobooth...

Oh. they're setting up now.

"Cheonsa! Omg. You won't believe this!" one of the assistants came running to me.

"What is it?"

"The groom! He's a famous musical actor!" 

"Oh. well, yeah. I heard." 

"He's that handsome man from that game you're playing!"

The game? My coworkers know I've been obsessed playing Mystic Messenger. I've told them my standards of an ideal man. And of course, it is Zen.

"Game...?"

"Yeah! That one you're chatting with the whole day!"

"You- you mean Zen?"

"Yes! It's Zen!" 

I laughed. "Does he have a long pony-tailed silver hair too?"

"Of course! It's really Zen!" 

I laughed it off and resumed working.

I am confused. But I thought it was funny. I know no musical actor from where I come from. So the groom might be similar to Zen. I was quite excited about that. 

The reception is about to start. He really is famous. The venue was packed with celebrity faces. Some are famous businessmen. Some are actors and actresses who really are known.

But why. I don't know who the bride and the groom is. It was strange that I've been working all day without knowing their names.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let us all welcome-" The host began. "The newly weds. Mr. and Mrs. Ryu!"

Ryu? My heart was racing this time. I feel like everything became so weird now that I heard the couple's last name. I anxiously turned to face the door as it welcomed the couple.

The April fools DLC normal ending 2 played in my mind. 

Zen was real. He knows I am in a different dimension. His words made me cry my heart out as he promised to find me. I don't expect for it to be real but it did leave a scar in my heart.

"I'll always be here so you could come see me whenever you want... use me. Don't hesitate to come find me. If someone in that dimension gives you a hard time, just think of me. When you're bored and missed me too." 

"At first, I couldn't stand the fact that you're in another dimension but now, I'm okay with it. Do you know why? I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions. Even if I can never touch you, I know that the feelings we have towards each other can't be trapped in any dimension. That, let's me endure... all the waiting I have to do. Even when your eyes turn away from me and return to your real life, I'll be sending my love across all the dimensions.

I'm sure you think of me from time to time during your day. When you do, just remember, that's the moment my love's done the impossible to cross dimensions and reach you."

"I love you, Cheonsa. Let's be forever"

Zen's lines had my tears falling. I felt so unloved I've been relying to the love this character has given me. I was comforted. I feel content. 

Then I thought. You are just a game. A lot of us have been playing this game. There are a lot of MCs in this world who are obsessed with you. 

You might enter this dimension and find out that we are all the MCs you're looking for.

It made me cry even more. It hurts to think you weren't even real.

But I let it go. 

I want to believe your love for me. 

I let my selfish fantasies to live. 

I let you live inside my heart.

The bride and groom happily waved at the crowd while holding hands. The crowd cheered more except me. 

The groom is wearing a white tuxedo with a white amaryllis on its pocket. He has a long silver hair pony-tailed to his back. His ruby eyes express glee as he smiled to everyone in the room and then, to his now wife. When I saw his face, I felt like I was stabbed. My heart suddenly stopped. He is not just any man who is similar to Zen, or looks like Zen. He is Zen. For real. He is really so handsome I can feel my breath taken away. My knees weaken and my eyes became blurry. 

"Zen?" I murmured as I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Everyone came rushing to my aid when I half-opened my eyes. 

"Cheonsa? Babe are you okay? Wake up my princess!" The voice sounded familiar.

I saw a blurry silver hair in front of me. 

ZEN!

I forced to open my eyes and got up. I thought my strength was back but I was still weak. The blurry face is now a clear face of Meo Yeon. 

"Cheonsa, can you hear me? Let's take her out."

I looked to where Zen is. 

His worried eyes looking into the commotion I caused.

But that was it. 

The man I used to be obsessed with is a real person. I can't understand how it happened. I don't understand why it felt strange. I thought he was a fictional character.

I've been taken away from the scene.

I was the wedding assistant who passed out on his wedding day. He would definitely remember me. 

But I will definitely remember him as the character I fell in love with. 

A character I never thought can break my heart for real.

He came to this world to look for MC. 

But that MC... is not me. 

[grumpypiglet]

Surrender: Chapter 12

Chapter 11

AUTHOR’S NOTE: 

Yes, there was a kiss... BUUUUT. Something more intense will happen so yep. Please don’t hate me. T^T

Feeling her lips on his made him burn. 

It was freezing cold in his apartment, but Zen was burning. It took him a while to actually register in his mind that Cara herself was kissing her. He felt hot, he felt confused, and he felt... well, fuzzy. He could feel heat spread across his cheeks as Cara’s lips left his and she rested her head on his forehead. She cradled his head between her small white hands as she rubbed her nose on his and she sighed. 

“I-” She started as he felt her say something he knew will damage him more than her surprise kiss would. He grasped her shoulders as he shook his head and he said, “Please... Don’t say anything.” he murmured as he placed his lips on hers. 

Her eyes widened for a moment but she welcomed his kiss with equal fervor. She clutched as his shirt one more time as she tried to come nearer to him, as if the blanket was such a big barrier to their bodies. He started to shift their positions as he pulled her to him and she sat on his lap. Their lips separated for just a moment to take some air, their eyes closed, feeling the tension and the heat between them, and the kissing once again ensued. 

Zen kissed her with all the love that he felt as she too responded with so much eagerness as if she was waiting for this moment to happen for such a long time. Her kisses were filled with longing and passion that Zen could not, and haven’t seen from her. He tried to control himself and tried to not get carried away, but as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he could feel himself slowly slipping away from his control. He grasped her hips as if to stop her from moving because one twitch from her lower parts is enough to bring him to his knees. 

He needed to stop this. They must stop. 

He slowly lifted his head from hers and opened his eyes. She was still breathing heavily from the kiss. Her lips were kissed-swollen, her cheeks flushed, her hair in a lot more disarray than it was when he woke her up. 

“Look at me.” Zen hoarsely said. 

She opened her eyes. What Zen saw was enough to instigate a feeling over him; he desired the way that she only shown this look at him, and nobody else. 

Her eyes glistened and they were heavy lidded as they stared at his. Her lips were slightly parted. 

“W-we have to stop.” he whispered as he placed a peck on her lips. 

“This isn’t the time.” he added. She closed her eyes as if she too, felt that it wasn’t the right moment. He was sure of his feelings, but he wanted her to be sure of hers too. He cannot take advantage of her, not when she is this distressed. 

She closed her lips and she gulped as she nodded. She was still in his embrace and he was in hers. They stayed this way for a moment until she finally spoke. 

“Stay with me.” 

Zen had no choice but to shift their position and laid her on the bed with him on top. He kissed her forehead as he moved himself beside her and stared at the ceiling. 

What is this? What were we doing? 

This were the thoughts that came into his head as he placed his arm above his head and he continued to contemplate on what happened between the two of them. He wanted to ask why she did that but he didn’t want to know the answer either. He took a deep breath as he felt her shift and turn to him. She felt her poke him in the dark and he looked to where she laid. 

“I’m sorry. For kissing you.” She whispered. 

“No... It was... Okay.” Zen quietly said. She sleepily chuckled and she buried her face on the side of his arm. 

“Your smell comforts me. Thank you.” she murmured. 

“Cara?” He asked. He was too enveloped with the realization that they shared a kiss and that he loved her and that she wasn’t done being a sweetheart after she had that nightmare. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I hug you?” 

“Yes.” 

He smiled in the dark as he wrapped his arms around her. He sighed as his nose were filled with the smell of her. He was always happy and contented whenever he could hold her this way. He wished time would stop so that he could hold her like this. 

Suddenly feeling her breathing evenly, he allowed himself to dismiss the thoughts that have been swirling inside his head and he finally closed his eyes to sleep. 

The sun’s rays flitted across Cara’s face and she squinted to remove the brightness from her closed lids. She was not ready to get up yet. She slowly raised her arms as she stretched but her arm bumped on somebody else’s arm. As she looked at her side and saw a sleeping Zen beside her, she recalled the events of last night. 

The feel of his lips on hers was something that will engraved in her memory her entire life. 

She could feel herself get warm and she felt the huge urge to kiss him again. right now, in his sleep. 

Her hands slowly reached out to him, she prayed he didn’t budge or even stir from his sleep. 

Cara felt his soft warm skin on her fingertips and she slowly whispered something that has been caged in her heart for a long time. 

“I love you.” 

She felt tears prick her eyes as she realized everything all at once. She felt bliss, confusion, frustration, and fear. She was afraid. She remembered the circumstances she bore through a year ago and she never wanted Zen to do that to her. 

He deserved someone better, but she loved him and she didn’t want to.

She had no choice, but she didn’t want to allow herself to be happy. If she gets too happy, she’ll get hurt. 

Just like the last time. 

She leaned in to Zen as she planted a kiss on his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and lastly at his mouth. Zen did not even stir from his sleep; not one bit. She chuckled softly as she rose from his embrace and grabbed her phone and left the room with a soft closing of the door. 

Zen wasn’t in a good mood. 

Not only was his costume too tight on the lower areas of his being, but he has not seen Cara from the moment he opened his eyes in their bedroom. He stretched his body as his hand absentmindedly reached over to where she has lain last night and all he felt was cold sheets. She left a letter to him saying she had some business she had to attend to but she didn’t state where. This made him incredibly uneasy. 

Today was their final practice and dress rehearsals so he will be here all night. He knew she wouldn’t come by their final rehearsals since she had a lot of things to finalize for the incoming RFA party and she needs to prepare for her return to her full time job. He got more nervous for the celebration after the performance tomorrow night because he wasn’t sure if she’ll go but he wanted her to be there as his date. He was thinking of what happened last night and he sighed. 

“Well, that’s a long sigh.” His friend nudged him as he removed the cravat that was tightly tied on his neck. “Shut up, Tobes. I am in no mood for your meddling shit.” Zen warned. His friend just chuckled and he smiled. 

“Where’s our lady love?” Tobes asked. 

Lady love? 

“I have no idea.” her murmured. 

“Oh but a little birdy told me that she was shopping with a woman in a suit and a man in a suit for a dress.” Tobes snickered. This caught Zen’s attention. 

“Dress?” Zen voiced out as his thoughts ran. She’s coming to the banquet. 

“Yeah. I also had a paparazzi image of her fitting things... But I won’t show you to surprise you! My lady saw her and she took a photo.” Tobes waved as he laughed at Zen’s reaction. 

Zen continued to stare at his friend’s back... 

Is this why she was absent? She was asking for help from the C&R people for help on her outfit after the performance? 

He suddenly couldn’t wait for the party. 

Cara twirled once more in the mirror as she readjusted the soft midnight blue straps on her shoulder. 

“Jaehee, do I look okay?” She asked her friend who was blushing as she stared at her twirl around and around the mirror. Jumin was also having a faint blush at how she looked. 

“I didn’t even fix my hair...” she murmured as her hand drifted atop her soft brown curls which was simply let down, her curls framing her beautiful face. She spent the entire day yesterday to fix herself for this night because she wanted to look beautiful for the main actor of this play and she wanted to be beautiful beside him at the party. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and she took one last look at herself. 

Her dress was primarily a midnight blue Grecian dress which has elegant soft straps falling on her shoulders, her dress freely flowing down and ending in a pool at her feet. There were floral patterns as the midnight blue color transforms into a cream skirt as it lands on her feet. her hair framed her face as her stubborn curls roamed up until her back. She simply looked like a Greek goddess. 

“You look beautiful, Cara. Zen is not worth being beautiful for, but it is your choice and i want you to be happy so I am obliging you.” Jumin suddenly spoke up. Cara looked at him at the same time as Jaehee did and she smiled. 

“Thank you, Jumin.” she silently smiled as she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. 

She wanted to fix her feelings and confusion tonight since she needed clarity from Zen’s side. She needed to know what’s going on with her. She needed to accept her feelings, she needed to make sure. 

“I’m ready.” She said. 

She didn’t know if she said this to signal her departure at Jumin’s house or she was simply talking to herself. 

Maybe it was a little bit of both. 

[melonmaw]

[REPOST]- FBL- First Meeting, Logan and Xavier’s POV

The X-Men Adults in this Universe are: Beast, Cyclops, Jean, Storm, Colossus, and Young X-Men (still older than Logan) are: Iceman, Angel, and Kitty Pryde. Kurt and Logan are the same age, but Kurt has been at the Institute for around,,,, 3 or four years now.

We’re going to do this in the Angstiest way possible: The Original Canon.

Xavier finds out about a Mutant: Weapon X. Part of a strange project being conducted in Canada. What he doesn’t know until he gets there is that Weapon X is a 16 year old boy.

It goes a little like this:

Charles meets with the Canadian President and military after finding out about a program involving Mutants. Specifically, the experimentation and use of mutants as weapons of war. In exchange for not doing anything… too severe, they have to allow him to offer sanctuary to Weapon X himself. He is ‘invited’ into the facility in Quebec, and waits in the Conference room for the head of the program to arrive with the mutant.

And waits.

And waits.

The sun moves across the sky, beams unfettered by the whisps of clouds tht remain after last week's rain.

…

 He’s debating calling in Scott by the time he hears footsteps outside the room.

Stryker goes white. Still, he’s remarkably composed for someone who has been experimenting on mutants, and is currently being faced with The Representative for Mutants.

“My apologies Professor”, he holds out his hand, “Ha, got a little held up there, but I’m here!” He grins, a wabbly, fluttering thing that turns into a tight lipped smile. ‘Cmon, talk so I can go before the brats' plane arrives.’

Silence.

Stryker puts his hand down, but remains standing, his feelings only only given away by the first beads of sweat dripping down his temple. “Well, ahem, we had some issues getting everything in order, but I am proud to meet you.”

Xavier sighs. “And where-”

The sound of thundering footsteps rapidly approaching. It almost sounds like a stampede. If possible, Stryker’s face goes more white as he whips around to slam the door shut. ‘No-’

He just gets his hand on the handle when it slams open, pushing him into the wall with so much force he topples over.

“Who’s the bigwig you’re talking to without me, old man?!”

… It’s the voice of a young man. A boy.

He’s in a thick suit, similar to Xavier’s X-Men, but more militaristic, with a … a collar. A very thick, seamless metal collar. His hair is plastered to his forehead, like he was just hosed down, with a snarl on his face showing off sharp, animalistic teeth.

The child thinks, ‘Thank fuck I made it.’

Charles feels nausea swirl in his gut, a phantom taste of vomit already in his mouth.

“I am the 'Bigwig’. Wolverine, correct? I am Professor Charles Xavier, at your service.” He smiles genially, hoping to let the boy know that he is safe from these monsters.

Wolverine sneers uncaringly. “Obviously it’s me.” 

He looks at Stryker. “Am I supposed to be impressed by some Professor?”

Stryker finishes straightening his suit and puts a heavy hand on Wolverine’s shoulder. Xavier can see Wolverine tense, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Apparently, the brass is impressed. All I know is that he’s here to make you some sort of offer.” He better not take it if he knows what’s good for him.

Wolverine’s eye’s glint, and he leans closer to the Professor.

“An offer? Okay, what’s your deal?”

One chance Charles. He swallows. “I know of your recent battles. And more, I know of your powers. You, child, are a Mutant. And I have a need of mutants-”

“Hey! I’m not some fucking ki-”

“-I am offering you a chance to become an X-Man!” Then, he speaks directly into Wolverine’s mind. 

‘I am offering you a chance to become free!’

Wolverine pauses. His eyes widen and flick between Stryker and the Professor. He lets out a long, slow breath, sets his jaw and nods.

“What the hell, I’ll do it.” His posture is carefully casual, juxtaposed by Stryker’s meaty hands grabbing his shoulders to spin him around.

“Not so fast! The government has invested a great deal of time and money into i-him” He looks down at the boy, who’s eyes stay locked with Xavier’s.

“If you try walking out on us, I’ll have you locked up!”

“Well this is a free country, isn’t it? Besides, you’re not my legal guardian, the government is, and they said I could!” At this, Wolverine pops his infamous claws. As blood trickles down his knuckles, Stryker’s hand flies to his pocket, and they both freeze. C'mon kid, try it! There’s a reason we put that damn thing on you!

Xavier holds up a finger, and the metaphorical standstill becomes much more real.

“I believe Wolverine has made his choice. I shall take him with me, and any of his belongings will be sent to my school by next week, is that alright with you, Commander?”

Stryker and Wolverine continue there stare-off, before the Colonel grunts out an affirmative. Xavier retracts his powers from their minds. Logan steps back, suddenly looking slightly nervous.

“...Well. You’re going to need this.” Stryker hands Xavier a remote from his pocket. “He’s violent sometimes.” He laughs, loud, chest heaving things

“He’s more of a beast than that blue doctor of yours!” He’s still chuckling to himself when the door closes.

Wolverine doesn’t look at him or at the remote. He breathes, and nods.

“Okay, so how are we leavin’?”

* * * * * * * *

It takes them some time to actually get out of the building. Wolverine stops by his room and fills up a small bag with items, and Charle’s is given a thick folder on information on Wolverines mutations as well as how to 'take care of him’. 

The team is waiting for them to board. Xavier hasn’t told them of his discovery, deciding that instability would be better handled once they’re on the plane and away from humans. What he doesn’t expect, however, is Wolverine's reactions to the team. He stands as far as he can from both Xavier and the team as they make their introductions

Scott reaches out for a handshake, but it hangs in the air awkwardly as Wolverine scowls at it. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he seems to shake himself and reaches forward to give one stiff shake, and then adjusts his stance to face everyone else.

“I’m Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. And you are…?”

The boy scoffs. “My name is Wolverine. Shouldn’t you know it, since you all came for me?”

Scott grits his teeth, shock-anger-fear flicking through his mind. ’Seriously professor? A kid?!’

Everyone else is worse at hiding their shock. A thunderous crack is heard as lightning strikes near the entrance of the facility, and the room trembles as Jean’s powers begin to make things float.

'Now, X-Men, I know this is a surprise, but please maintain your composure. Although it may not be visible, it appears he is nervous about meeting other mutants for the first time.’

Things settle, and the thunder quiets.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Wolverine, I am Storm, also known as Ororo Munroe. I will be flying us back.” She nods, and heads to the cockpit. 

“I am Colossus, little lad! My real name is Piotr Rasputin!” He steps forward, as though to pull Wolverine to him.

The boy adjusts his stance to be a little further away, and growls, “I am not little! And don’t touch me, fuckwad.”

Colossus coughs awkwardly at the violent response, and then mumbles, “Of-of course. Ah, I believe I shall go see how Storm is doing.”

Charles inclines his head towards Jean, ‘Would you mind looking into his collar? There is no visible seal, and I do not have the knowledge to remove it. You have been spending time with Hank, so I hope you can be of some help.’

'Of course Professor.’

Jean approaches, and gently puts her hand on his bicep. She smiles down at him and says, “I’m sorry about the shaking Wolverine, I tend to have some trouble containing my abilities. My name is Jean Grey. How about you sit in the back with me? I’d like to take a look at that collar, if possible?”

Wolverine looks away, a light pink brushing his cheeks. “Sure. Whatever.”

‘Oh my.’

Scott’s head whips over, and he opens his mouth to say he’ll stay in the back as well, but Xavier steps in. “That sounds great, Jean. Cyclops, let’s go to the front so the plane can take off. I believe it is almost time for dinner.”

[elvendara]

V-Men

Chapter 2 of V-Men is up on AO3 

Yoosung is not a prize to be won. But if he chooses you, you’d better be damned grateful, because you don’t deserve him.

[starlight-drive-in]

All My Life, for You - Ch. 2

This chapter: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeyoung Choi/OC Saeran Choi/OC

Fic Description: Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Chapter Description: Saeran takes a little alone time, which subsequently gets interrupted. He may or may not be happy about this.Mi-Cha and Saeyoung attempt to be sneaky.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19773562/chapters/46928929

Saeran sits cross-legged on a large rock that marks the summit of the mountain trail he's been working his way up for the past 40 minutes. Slightly winded, he takes deep breaths and focuses on recovering himself. "Whew, I need to work out." He tells himself.

He takes another deep breath of fresh mountain air and savors the way it fills his lungs. It's been years since Mint Eye, even longer since he was trapped in that God-forsaken excuse for a house. Even still, the feeling of freedom manages to take him by surprise. The sheer fact that he's allowed to do this, allowed to do what he wants when he wants. It still feels foreign.  Some things will haunt him forever, he knows that. But being able to have a life is more than he ever hoped for.

He pointedly takes a moment to fully absorb his surroundings. To his left, he can see the hotels, restaurants, and shops that line the edge of the beach below him. The beach has mostly cleared out by now although he can spot a few couples taking sunset strolls along the water’s edge. He scans the length of the beach, searching for his brother’s telltale red hair, wondering if one of the couples on the beach might be his brother and sister-in-law.

Ahead of him lies the reason he made this hike to begin with - a beautiful sunset painted in reds and purples, quickly taking over the blue that was there before. Long strings of clouds run the length of the horizon as sun meets ocean, light dancing on the waves. He takes another deep breath and smiles. He’s always loved the sky. When he had nothing else he still had the sky. Even when all he had was one small window to look at it through, the sky was always there. Always beautiful and always breathtaking, a faithful companion when all else was lost.

He remains for the next hour or so until the sun has all but finished its decline below the horizon. Taking the flashlight out of the small pack on his back he begins decent back down the mountain to the hotel. On the way down he contemplates what to do when he gets back to his room. He’s pretty hungry, grabbing dinner himself seems to be a good place to start.

He stops at one of the many restaurants on the way back, opting for a bar seat instead of a whole booth with him being only one person. He orders and then takes his phone out while he waits, seeing he has a few new messages.

Saeyoung: Don't get up to too much trouble without me now, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)

He scoffs. What exactly is that supposed to mean anyway? He thinks, not bothering to actually respond

Mi-Cha: Sorry about leaving you on your own tonight, if you need us to come back just say the word!

Mi-Cha is way to considerate. She always has been, always. Everyone knows this about her- it’s immediately obvious to most upon meeting her for the first time. Ah. but he’s known that about her longer than any of their friends, or even his own brother. It was specifically the reason he had chosen back her then. He shudders then, slightly embarrassed at his past behavior. In the end, it would seem that he inadvertently played matchmaker for Saeyoung. He’d have to remember to give his brother shit about owing him one later. Thinking about how much things have changed, he smiles.

He’s so absorbed in his own self-reflection that he doesn't even notice a woman sit down next to him.

“You must like her a lot.” She says, grabbing his attention finally.

He’s caught off-guard for a moment and stares blankly at her blue eyes.

“W-who?” he stutters embarrassed.

“Your girlfriend, or whoever's making you smile like that.” She giggles.

“Oh, I wasn’t. I don’t. Uh, I don't have a girlfriend.”

“Oh?” She asks.“A boyfriend, perhaps?”

“Oh, no - uh- not that either, I’m single.” He clarifies.

Her face brightens visibly. “Is that so? Well in that case, whatcha drinking? Vodka soda?” She motions exaggeratedly to his glass.

Am I being hit on right now? He thinks to himself Probably not right? She just wants someone to talk to he’s sure of it.

He chuckles.“Seltzer, I- uh don't really drink.”

“Damn, I’m not doing too good here tonight” She giggles. “I guess it’s true what they say about making assumptions.”

“It’s fine.” He says, not really knowing how to respond but smiling politely.

She twists a finger around a lock of dark hair nervously, the boost of confidence she inspired in herself a moment before coming over here quickly wearing off. “So - uh, you here on vacation?”

“Yea, with my brother and sister-in-law. Family bonding ya know?” This conversation isn't the most comfortable thing for him, but it’s not entirely unwelcome either. “How about you?”

“Girls weekend out.” She says, a slightly sarcastic tone in her voice. “Which apparently turned into ‘Let's all get drunk and pass out and leave Jisun on her own’ weekend.”

“Ah. Yea that doesn't exactly sound like what you signed up for.” He responds empathetically. His food arrives and he thanks the server quickly, then turns his attention back to her.

She scoffs. “You've got that right. Eh, it’s whatever. Kinda needed a break anyway. Not that I don't love them. It’s just sometimes their energy is a little much for me. I’m sorry that probably doesn't make any sense.”

He understands completely though. “It does. I feel like that a lot with my own friends, especially my brother. Too much energy for his own good. Sometimes I just need to get away from him.”

“Yes! Exactly! Ugh, feels nice to talk to someone who gets it.” She smiles earnestly, feeling a lot more comfortable than before.

He returns her smile also feeling a tad more relaxed and truly takes in her image for the first time. Her hair is actually a very dark violet and comes just to her shoulders, her eyes a deep blue. A swath of freckles dots her nose and upper cheeks. She’s wearing a simple dress with a large floral pattern - Hibiscus - he recognizes them as, how ironic. He takes a sip of his drink and decides he agrees with the sentiment.

His phone beeps with a new notification, Mi-Cha checking up on him, of course. He takes a moment to reply before setting it back down.

She shifts slightly in her seat, “Anyway, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal-”

“You’re not interrupting” He interjects, feeling slightly rude for being on his phone. “I-It’s nice to talk to someone new.”

“Yea? Yea, I agree” She says.

“You said your name was Jisun?” She nods affirmatively. “I’m Saeran.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Saeran.”

Just then her own phone begins to ring in her clutch purse. She answers it and immediately her eyes go wide at whatever the person on the other end has said. "Yea, yea ok I'll be right there." She ends the call and looks over at him looking a bit disappointed.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. Duty calls looks like I've gotta go babysit some sick drunks."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't also feeling disappointed. "Ah well, I wish you good luck then. You might wanna pick up some cleaning supplies, and maybe some painkillers on your way back?" He offers.

"Looks like someone has experience." She notes.

"Ha, yes, unfortunately."

"Well, I hope you have a good night, Saeran."

He smiles. "I'd say the same but."

She laughs at that and begins to retreat toward the door.

"And lots of water!" He adds over the din of the restaurant.

She gives him a thumbs up on her way out the door. She was going to have to give her friends a long, loud talking to in the morning about how they inadvertently pulled her away from a very cute guy.

Saeran watches wistfully out the window as she proceeds down the sidewalk. He dares to hope they’ll meet again, however unlikely that may be.

-

"It’s the hottest planet in our Solar System, which is a little weird when you think about it because it's not the closest to the sun. Mercury is, but guess what?" Saeyoung explains excitedly, holding Mi-Cha's hand while the two of them walk back to the hotel.

Mi-Cha smiles thoughtfully, enchanted at how enthusiastic he gets over things he's passionate about. Suddenly a familiar shock of red hair catches her eye through a nearby restaurant window.

"Saeyoung." She says, releasing his hand as she peers through the window, trying to stay close to the side as not to be noticed by the current object of her attention.

"Mercury has no atmosphere to regulate its temperature. So. Its temperature fluctuation is all over the place and you know what else?."

"Saeyoung!" She says louder this time.

"Ya?"

"I-is that Saeran?" She says in a hushed tone, pointing to a man at the far corner of the restaurant's bar.

Saeyoung's mouth falls open when he spots his brother.

"Yea but who is that?" He ducks around her to try to get a better look but she pulls him back.

"Don't! He'll see you!" She scolds in a whisper. "We’ve got to be sneaky!.

"Why are you whispering?" He whispers.

"Why are you?" She retorts.

"Just following your lead, boss." He answers.

"Don't you forget it." She mumbles. "Ok, ok but seriously who is she?"

"The girl reading this" Saeyoung says dramatically. Before laughing at his own joke.

Mi-Cha snickers "Saeyoung!"

"Hehe." Is his only response as the two of them sneakily peek through the window again.

"She's pretty." The pair say in unison.

"Like really pretty! Has he said anything to you about a girl?" Mi-Cha inquires.

"No, you?"

"Mm-mm" she shakes her head back and forth.

"I'm calling him." Saeyoung says pulling his phone from his pants pocket.

Mi-Cha quickly plucks his phone from his hand. "Wait, don't."

"But MCeeee he could be in danger!" He begs.

Mi-Cha looks again at the two of them through the window. The girl says something and Saeran smiles brightly, seemingly at ease. "Oh, yea he looks like he's in a lot of danger."

"That's just how they get you."

"Sae, come on. Let him have a little fun. He's not a kid, he can take care of himself."

"It's my sworn duty to protect him as an older brother!"

"You know you're twins right? You're only like 3 minutes older or something like that." She says, taking her own phone out and quickly typing a message. She watches through the window as Saeran’s phone lights up. He looks down at it and picks it up, eyeing the girl apologetically before taping a couple times and setting it back down.

Her own phone vibrates confirming what she already knew was true.

Mi-Cha: Heading back to hotel, you all good?

Sae2: All good, out getting food.

"See? You worry too much!"

"I can't help it!"

"I know Babe" she responds, taping him lightly on the nose before offering him her hand. "Come on, let's go! Your brother left us alone on our date, let's leave him alone on his!"

"Do you really think it's a date?!" He asks, wide eyed taking her outstretched hand.

"I have no idea," she laughs. "But If it is, he deserves some privacy. Plus I have other plans for you.” She gives him a devilish smile.

“Oh?” Saeyoung replies, completely forgetting his prior mission. “In that case, lead the way!”

---

The Victorian Flower Language meaning for Hibiscus is 'delicate beauty', :) (Or at least that's what google told me so that's what i'm going with.)

[elvendara]

Sleepover

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A little misunderstanding can have some interesting consequences.

“Hi Saeran!” Yoosung answered the phone in his usual cheery mood.

“Hi Yoosung.” Saeran said in his quiet timid way, he hated talking on the phone.

“What’s up?”

“Uhm…I called cause Saeyoung and MC are going away for the weekend and…uhm…I thought...I…wondered if you wanted to stay over?”

“Oh…uhh…” Yoosung stammered, suddenly on fire.

“You can bring your laptop. We can play LOLOL all night. Have some ice cream. And…I know where Saeyoung hides his Honey Buddha Chips.” He whispered.

Yoosung laughed, but a little on edge, was Saeran asking him what he thought he was asking?

“Uh, yeah, that sounds great.” He squeaked.

“Ok. I’ll see you tonight. Bye.” Saeran didn’t even wait for a response before hanging up.

Yoosung’s eyes were wide and his brain was racing. What was he going to do?

Taking the phone from his ear he just stared at it. Finally, he began to dial Zen. Zen would know what to do.

After a few rings, Zen picked up. “Talk to me little Bro.” he said.

“Zen! Oh my God! Zen! I don’t know what to do! You have to help me!” Yoosung was almost hysterical.

“Calm down Yoosung, what’s wrong?” Zen was suddenly very worried.

“Ok, right. Saeran just asked me to spend the night! I mean, he said we would play LOLOL, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips. But, what if he wants to, you know! I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, well, I think I am, but don’t know how to…you know…do it?”

“Fuck Yoosung! Why the hell would you call me to ask about having sex with a guy? How would I know?”

“I don’t know! Can’t you give me any advice?”

“If you were dating a girl, then sure…but I don’t know what guys do, why don’t you ask MC?”

“I can’t do that! It’s not the same I don’t think, plus, she’ll tell Saeyoung and then he’ll come back early and try to catch us doing something.”

“Yep. You’re right. Don’t trust Saeyoung. Ok…let me think.”

Zen is silent and Yoosung waits impatiently for him to come up with something.

Sighing Zen finally says “I hate to say this but, maybe you should ask Jumin. Whether he’s gay or not, he’s smart about a lot of things.”

“You think?” Yoosung asked.

“Yeah. But don’t tell him I said that! Last thing I need is for Jumin to hear I said anything nice about him. And…uhm…good luck ok? I hope he makes you happy.” Zen said.

“Thanks Zen. I am happy. Bye.”

“Bye.” Zen hangs up.

Yoosung wastes no time in calling Jumin. It rings and rings finally going to voicemail. Yoosung hangs up annoyed. He calls again. Again, it goes to voicemail. Not giving up, Yoosung keeps calling.

“Jesus Christ Yoosung! What? Someone better be dying!” Jumin finally answers.

“Jumin. Thank God. I need some advice!” Yoosung said quickly.

“Advice? That’s why you called? You do realize I’m at work, don’t you? I’m busy Yoosung. I’ll call you back!”

“Wait! NO! Don’t hang up Jumin. Please.” Yoosung pleaded.

With a loud sigh Jumin gives in, “Fine, you have five minutes. Go.”

Taking a deep breath Yoosung rattles away, “Saeran called, Saeyoung and MC are going away for the weekend, he asked me if I wanted to sleep over, said we could play LOLOL all night, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips but I’m wondering if he wants to do more and I don’t know what to do I’ve never been with a guy so what do you think?”

Silence from the other end of the phone. The second’s tic by.

“Jumin? Are you still there?” “What…the…fuck?”

“Jumin?”

“That’s why you called?”

“Uh…yes…”

“How the hell would I know what guys do. For the last time, I AM NOT GAY!”

“I’m not saying you are Jumin. But you’re the smartest guy I know. I thought, maybe, you would have some advice for me.” Yoosung is almost whispering, afraid that no one would be able to help him.

With another sigh Jumin finally said, a little more gently, “Ok Yoosung, hold on.” The phone suddenly went silent and Yoosung knew Jumin had put him on hold. So, he waited, pacing in his small room back and forth anxiously awaiting Jumin’s return.

“Yoosung?”

“Yes!” Yoosung exclaimed, heart racing.

“Jaehee is doing some research and will send you the results. Check your email in about 20 minutes. Goodbye and good luck.” He hung up and Yoosung was left a little stunned.

                                            (20 minutes later)

 Yoosung opened the email and there were a few attachments on the bottom. Jaehee organized the information which seemed to read like a beginner’s guide to male on male sex. There is also a list of supplies that could help with having a pleasurable and less painful sexual experience. He was a little embarrassed that Jaehee had put this together, but he was also very grateful. He read through the material and it was a bit daunting, but he thought the information was extremely helpful.

He took the list and looked for an adult shop where he could get the items. He finally felt ready.

                                           (At Saeran’s House)

 Saeran opened the door for Yoosung and was so happy to see him. He was very excited about spending so much time together. He couldn’t wait to play LOLOL and pig out on ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips. He’d been practicing and wants to impress Yoosung. Saeyoung has been coaching him in LOLOL and Saeran has gotten really good.

Yoosung came in and they embraced, kissing briefly. He looked a little flustered but Saeran thinks nothing of it.

“Let me take your backpack. We can hang out in my bedroom ok?”

“Uh…yeah…that sounds great.”

Yoosung followed Saeran to his room, a strangle hold on the bag full of goodies he has just bought.

Saeran dropped the backpack on the bed and turned to Yoosung, noticing his tight grip on the bag in his hands.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh? This? Well, I...uh…I thought maybe…if we needed things…we could…uh…use them.” He stammered.

Saeran’s eyebrows knit together.

“Oh…k. Can I see?”

“Sure. Yeah. Here.”

Yoosung opened the bad and held it for Saeran.

Saeran looked in the bag, a small grin on his face which froze when he saw what was in it.

“What is this?”

“I got condoms, cause we have to be safe. Some lube, cause you need that to, well, lubricate…this,” he pulls out a strange looking item, “is called a butt plug. You’re supposed to, you know, put it in your butt, to help before actually putting in your…uhm…your…” he sheepishly points at Saeran’s groin.

“Uh…Yoosung?” Saeran asked quietly.

“Yes?” Yoosung looked at Saeran with his large lavender eyes still so full of innocence.

“Did you bring your laptop?”

“My…laptop?” Yoosung asked. “Oh, uh, no, I forgot.”

Saeran is smiling, Yoosung is blushing, suddenly very much aware that Saeran had meant exactly what he had said. He had invited Yoosung over to play LOLOL, eat ice cream and Honey Buddha Chips.

Oops…or…maybe not?

So, I’ve already written the next two in this. And as you might have guessed, they take it to the next level. Not sure I should post on here though. Yooran NSFW. Decisions, decisions!

[elvendara]

Protecting Yoosung

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I have a problem!

“What flavor are you going to choose Saeran?” Yoosung loves going for ice cream with Saeran. His eyes get large as he takes in all the flavors and it always takes him forever to make a final decision. Today it is between the rum raisin and the rocky road. Yoosung would recommend he get both but Saeran didn’t like to mix his ice cream.

Yoosung leans into Saeran, putting his arm around his back. The two servers behind the counter exchange a not flattering look between them, and there is some laughing behind them. Yoosung doesn’t seem to notice. He is already enjoying his plane vanilla cone.

“I’ll take a scoop of the rum raisin please.” Saeran now just wants to get out of here.

“Good choice babe.” Yoosung says innocently, loud enough for everyone in the small shop to hear. As the server gives Saeran his cone from behind them they hear, “Cough…homos…” and more laughter.

Saeran’s jaw tightens and he starts to turn around but Yoosung grabs his arm and whispers to him, “Just ignore them. They don’t matter.” He gives the server some money and tells him to keep the change, dragging Saeran out.

It takes Saeran several minutes to forget about the jerks in the shop and enjoy holding Yoosung’s hand and eating his ice cream. It helps that Yoosung is always so positive and things like this don’t faze him for long.

“Why doesn’t it get to you?”

“Those guys?” Yoosung shrugs, “Jumin says what people say and think about you doesn’t matter. People say lots of things about him all the time, and if he can ignore it, so can I. Besides,” he turns to stare into Saeran’s eyes, “your opinion is the only one that matters.” He smiles and Saeran can’t help but smile back.

As they turn down an alleyway, a shortcut back to Yoosung’s apartment, they hear sniggering behind them. They turn and see the three men that had been laughing in the shop.

All three men are taller and bigger than Yoosung and Saeran. Although they aren’t extremely muscular, you could tell they took care of their bodies.

“Let me guess, the pretty blonde is the bottom, right?” the one in the middle says. He took a couple of steps forward, “He sure is pretty enough to be a girl. If he didn’t have a dick, I’d fuck him.”

Saeran takes a step towards the man but Yoosung grabs him to hold him back. He steps in front of Saeran, afraid at what he will do.

“It’s ok Saeran. Please…don’t do this.” He pleads with the man.

           “Damn!” the man says, laughing and looking at his companions. “He even has a sweet voice. I wouldn’t mind that feminine mouth around my junk.” And grabs himself suggestively. His friends burst out laughing and start cat calling Yoosung.

Yoosung can feel Saeran tensing behind him, his breathing getting heavier and harsh. Shit!

“Awe, I don’t think your boyfriend likes to share.” He laughs again.

“You should run now. Yoosung tries to warn them. “Right NOW!”

“Run?” the men cackle and all three become hysterical with their laughter. Suddenly the man rushes forward and grabs Yoosung’s groin, squeezing hard. “What’s so special about your cock that gets your boyfriend all crazy?” he asks. Startled, Yoosung yelps and drops his ice cream.

Saeran tosses his away and steps around Yoosung, using his left hand he grabs the man by the throat pushing him backwards and using his leg to sweep the man’s legs out from under him, slamming his body down in the pavement hard. He puts his left knee on his chest and places his entire weight on it.

All three men are momentarily stunned but the man on the ground recovers enough to try and grab Saeran. Saeran squeezes his thumb and fingers around the man’s windpipe cutting off his oxygen.

He holds his other hand up towards his friends, “Take another step and I tear his windpipe out of his throat.” He growls. Even Yoosung is taken aback. Saeran stares at the men through the strands of his red hair, glaring.

           “Run…away…” he whispers harshly. They waste no time doing exactly what he says. The look in Saeran’s eyes is crazy and they believe he will kill their friend, and them if given the chance.

Once they are long gone, Yoosung tries to convince Saeran to let the man go.

“He hurt you!” he says, keeping significant pressure on his windpipe.

“Yes…but I think he is sorry. He won’t do it again.” Yoosung looks at the man on the ground, he looks terrified. Yoosung tries to stay calm for Saeran, even though he himself is afraid.

“Isn’t that right? You’re sorry? And you won’t do it again?” he asks him. The man tries to answer but all that comes out was gurgles.

“Uhm, Saeran, maybe you can loosen up a little so he can talk?” Yoosung suggests.

Saeran loosens his grip but stays hyper focused.

“Ye…ye…yes…I’m…so…sorry. Won’t…ha…happen…again!” he croaks.

“I should kill him.” Saeran says calmly. “I have to protect you Yoosung.”

“Ok. But, if you kill him, you’ll go to jail, and then you won’t be able to protect me.” He reasons.

Saeran turns his head towards Yoosung and his vision seems to clear and focus.

“I guess you’re right, but, he made us drop our ice cream.” He says in all seriousness.

“Here…here…” then man digs in his pockets and pulls out two crumpled twenty dollar bills. “Take it!...buy yourselves some more ice cream…on me…I’m really…really…sorry.” His voice is still barely audible and raw.

Saeran grabs the money and gives it to Yoosung.

“Ok, you can let him go now Saeran.”

“Can I?” Saeran asks the man.

He tries to nod.

Narrowing his eyes, lips in a thin line, jaw tightened he leans over the man, forehead to forehead and sneers through his teeth, “You’re lucky my boyfriend is nice because I would have killed you and your friends and left you in this alleyway to rot with the garbage.”

Saeran releases his throat and gets to his feet, freeing the man from his knee as well. He is still wary and ready to strike the man if he decides to retaliate.

However, the man has no intention of doing anything against this crazy man. He scrambles backwards a few yards backwards and gets to his feet, turns, and runs away.

Yoosung’s mouth is hanging open at what he just witnessed, his eyes glued to the back of the retreating man.

“I think I’ll get the rocky road this time.” Saeran says casually.

Yoosung slowly turns to regard his boyfriend, a little awed, a little scared.

“Saeran.”

Saeran turns to look at Yoosung, a questioning look on his face.

Yoosung grabs a fistful of Saeran’s shirt with one hand, the other goes to the back of his neck, and he pulls him down roughly. He kisses him so hard, teeth clink against each other and Yoosung’s tongue jabs inside his mouth. Saeran has never had Yoosung kiss him with so much passion and pleasurable pain. He likes it so much his groin begins to stir.

Yoosung pulls away breathlessly, “That…was…so…HOT! Saeran is suddenly blushing.

“You get a double scoop of rocky road!”

Saeran smiles infused with the sweet heat of Yoosung’s fire, he suddenly needs that ice cream to cool him down.