if he can help it, you will never need to lift a finger
he is very accommodating to you when you're together, like he is singlehandedly running the household. he never complains about it, though. he will nag you if you jump in to help with the dishes. it's not that he thinks you're incapable, it's just that this was how he was raised to treat his partner
still gets shy at physical contact or compliments even years into the relationship, and will get even shyer if you tease him about it (he loves it)
he started exercising just so he could be strong enough to pick you up. he has always loved the idea of hugging you and spinning you around, or the idea of holding you bridal style, so he became determined to make that dream a reality
he can surprise you with a bold side that comes out every so often. it throws your for a loop how fast he can turn the tables and leave you a blushing mess
he can be a bit smug, especially when it comes to a topic he is seasoned with. if the two of you are arguing over something small, and he wins, he will smirk and pat your head affectionately just to prove a point.
honestly, you both take turns being the cutie of the relationship
zen
we all know he is very cheesy in relationships, but it seems like every day he tries to outdo himself
he will get mad if you don't wait for him to open the door for you
wants to know about all hair and nail appointments in advance so he can spoil you accordingly. if there was a trophy for best boyfriend, he would stop at nothing to get it
he would love to brush and learn to style your hair for you, and he's really good at it. it's gotten to the point where you seek him out just so he can do your hair. he will tut at you like "oh my, look how much my babe needs me," but inside he is squealing at the fact that you rely on him
definitely wants to wear matching outfits with you. he is proud to be yours, and he wants it to be obvious to the whole world
will record videos of himself singing or playing piano (or both at the same time) for you to listen to on your commute or while falling asleep. he just really wants to be part of your routine
jaehee
once her hair grows out, she likes styling it with clips. she is a very classy lady, but she has a cute side
there are aspects of her femininity that she pushed aside when working for jumin, but you encourage her to accept and explore them
sometimes you catch her watching hair and makeup tutorials, and her cheeks will dust pink, but you are quick to reassure her that there is nothing wrong with it!! you tell her that all girls have watched a tutorial at one point. you also remind her that you love her just the way she is, which she appreciates
her new free time has given her courage to indulge in herself and do things she's always wanted to do. she is definitely type A and will be most comfortable picking dates for the two of you, you would probably go out and do something once a week!
she is super organized, but with that comes a habit of being a perfectionist. if something goes wrong, she may take it more personally than the average person. it is likely that she will panic and worry about how the mishap will reflect her as a person. she values your opinion more than anyone else, so if you are kind to her, she will be able to brush off any stressful situation like a pro!
v
loves to paint on your skin. back, arms, collarbones, anywhere you would let him. he will step back to admire his work after every third brush stroke (or maybe he's just admiring you?)
if tattoos are your thing, he would be absolutely elated if you asked him to design one for you. he will spend weeks to months meticulously designing one that is perfect for you. expect a LOT of drafts, but i honestly don't think he would be keen to show you every single one. he would worry about it being to your standards, then present you with a top 5.
he flirts with the idea of learning an instrument. because of his mother, the violin lingers in the back of his head, but decides to start with piano. he thinks it suits him better. he would go all out and put a grand piano in his study. he usually plays it when he is having art block, and enjoys composing his own pieces once he has gotten more comfortable.
on that note, his study is very artsy and beautiful. there are large windows to illuminate both his unfinished canvases and his completed works on the walls. the grand piano sits off to the side, emphasizing the difference in intensity. he enjoys creating art, but the piano allows him to unwind. he also encourages you to come see him there anytime, and if you enjoy creating art or playing music as well, he would be so happy to share the space with you
jumin
if you show him how to make an instagram or tiktok account, say a prayer in advance for your dms
he will absolutely FLOOD you with cat videos and be easily swayed by cat ads
jumin is a very intelligent and logical man, but the minute he comes across a cat toy that doubles as a bed and scratching post, he has already bought 5.
of course, his social media accounts will be very private, probably just an assortment of letters and numbers, but everything about the account is so him. it's especially obvious when you get 10 notifications in a row from user294948382039.
he will also probably comment on some videos, things like "adorable," or "this is enjoyable." LOL
he will definitely ask you if you know every single account who requests to follow him, even if they're very obviously a bot. he will be very suspicious on how they found his account
"my love, it seems felicity__23 would like to follow me. is this a friend of yours?"
saeyoung
he is (surprisingly?) a very patient teacher
though he loves teasing you just to see your cute reactions, if you come to him with a genuine desire to learn something new, he would be glad to teach you!
if you make a mistake or ask a silly question, he will smile softly and point you in the right direction. he knows what it's like to lack confidence in something, so he wants to make you as confident as possible while you navigate this new skill
if it's something he knows how to do, like programming a game, building things, or driving, he would brighten up right away, ecstatic at the idea of nerding out to you for hours
if it's something he is unfamiliar with, he will want to learn with you! with all this new free time, he will want to keep busy and broaden his skillset as much as possible. if for any reason he advances faster, it's just another opportunity to happily guide you
(ge) saeran
absolutely loves doing laundry. he is certainly happy to be your househusband and finds joy in any chore, but laundry in particular makes him feel so much closer to you. he honestly looks forward to folding your clothes neatly on the bed for you!!
the first time he ever offered to do laundry, after observing you and learning how you like to do it, he immediately suggests combining your clothes. at first you're kinda like ??? but his quiet giddiness about it makes you give in (you would say yes to whatever he asked)
to impress you as your prince, ray certainly took good care of his magenta suit in mint eye and those skills likely came in handy for domestic life with you ♡
saeran's heart skipped a beat when he smelled your detergent for the first time because it's so you. he asks if he can use it, too, loving the idea that he can smell like you even when you're apart
of course, eventually he may consider washing his clothes separately and even finding his own detergent as he understands the importance of individuality, but for now, he wants to enjoy the simple pleasures of a shared space (and shared scent)
I was going back thru chats in Ray's after ending and the strawberry cake dream sequence kinda has me obsessed--its so short but adorably lighthearted. And he thinks he can tease about eating the cake with no hands? alright then, get what you ask for. 💥🍰 (Saeran's laughs are precious i would totally do something stupid to make him laugh more)
Can we comfort Saeray when he has a bad day/night and needs to cry it out? Soft blanket cuddles.....
As Saeran huddled the blanket around his shoulders, he steadied himself against your heart. The gentle lull of your heartbeat was a favorite of his, on both his good and bad days, because it was the proof he needed to understand his environment. He was free, and you were there with him of your own volition.
You wanted to stay by his side simply because you could, and nobody had forced you to comfort him so that they would benefit from it. He wasn't in Mint Eye, and neither were you. You were safe, far, far away from the monsters that lurked around the corner when he had been a little boy, and he couldn't doubt himself when your heart proved it to him. He wasn't alone.
He wasn't in the dark, pleading for someone to listen to him and bring him back to the light. He was with you, in your bedroom, trying to do whatever he could to wash away the memories that haunted him. He thought he'd been doing better, but that didn't mean he couldn't get away from his past. It sat with him, and no amount of giving it space was enough to make it go away. He had to feel it, whether or not he wanted to, because the other option was to stuff it down.
Ignoring the problem would've made him no better than Rika or V at their worst.
A quiet sob escaped the back of his throat, and you pressed your hand against the back of his head. The gesture wasn't huge, but to him, it was everything. The pressure, the reassurance, the gravity of his reality, those feelings kept him from floating away. Even if he had to face his discomfort, at least he would always have someone in his life to turn to who made it go away over time. He hadn't even needed to tell you what went wrong.
You just knew he needed you.
"I've got you, my love," you whispered. Your voice gave him what he needed. "Just like you've been there for me. Let it out, okay? You've been hurt, so you cry as much as you need to."
There was no weakness in vulnerability... but rather, the true strength of somebody willing to be honest no matter what it made them look like. His honesty would never be the death of him. It would always be what made him the strongest person you knew. At least, that's what you told him, anyway. Who was he to doubt his love?
Hiccuping, he clutched at the back of your shirt. "Thank you."
thinking ab my og (plural) once again and feeling genuinely sick to my stomach at how baby saeran liked photography and ice cream and ray likes flowers and gardening and unknown likes the sky and saeray likes all of the above and tbh i dont even remember which of his interests were canon or fanon anymore lol but out of all of them he's the one who's had the most autonomy and control over his life to explore and develop interests but suit. my love suit. he doesn't have anything. he never really thinks about what he wants or what he likes because every time he's fronting it's to protect ray from the horrors and so even though he shows a talent for fashion (only one in the system who knows how to dress like, canonically) and baking and a bunch of arts and crafts he never allows himself to consider his own personhood at all and i mean saeray is him and ray integrated/fused together idk what the right wording would be but the point is saeray is technically still him and he's now getting to do all those things and experience joy and healings and i love that for him/them but i can't help but wish he'd gotten to experience those things before and since i was 14 and to this day i still feel personally affronted by the fact that we don't get the option to hug him the last time we see him before that happens and oughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pain agony suffering i miss him
Summary: Family life can be notoriously chaotic. And yet, with Saeran by your side, even unlucky accidents turn into something to laugh and reminisce about. That includes caring for your own pair of double-trouble.
Notes: For day 3 of Mystictober - Cozy/Family! ~ 1.5k words. Domestic fluff. Established relationship: You and Saeran are married and are parents of twins.
Credit: dividers by @/saradika-graphics.
Life as a family was as crazy as it gets. Long gone were the days of peaceful tranquility spent sunbathing out in the garden with nothing but the gentle rustle of leaves and Saeran's heartbeat to soothe you to sleep. Nowadays, your home was filled with continual commotion and chaos. Squeals and laughter of some nonsensical game of play-pretend you could only understand the half of. Resounding thumps of two sets of small legs ascending and descending the stairs in a frenzy. Some loud cartoon song playing on repeat until it was forever stuck in your head for weeks on end. And many more.
Your house wasn't quiet at all now. And yet, you wouldn't change it for anything in the world. An occasional headache and a broken plate and all.
Saeran was always honest about his dreams of starting a family with you. That made you happy. Even if the first time he blurted out his idea of what that future would look like left you sputtering and frazzled. He may have been a true dreamer at heart, but he was never overbearing or unrealistic in his pursuit of said dreams. That was all it was at the time. Simply put, there was no pressure or strings attached to this beautiful little what-if of his.
That what-if became that much more real as years passed you by and you've slowly built a sturdy life together piece by piece, one that was better than any fantastical daydream. Your brain would make it flawless in the middle of the night, but reality was far from flawless. Still, it was real and only yours, and that's what made it so precious.
And now you find yourself in your late thirties, family life approaching you more quickly than you could have predicted. But you were fine with that. Each year provided something to treasure and be grateful for, no matter the hardships it would bring with it. That's something Saeran has taught you, and kept that lesson close to your heart through your decade spent together. You witnessed Saeran's transformation into the man you now know. So far removed from the lost and anxious boy you first fell in love with, yet just as kind and curious. That was the best privilege of all. To see him grow up.
You now had the honor of seeing your children grow up as well.
Children. You and Saeran had children. It still didn't feel real to you at times, a testament of just how far you two have come from the distant nightmares of Mint Eye and Saejoong, now long left behind in the past too turbulent to miss.
With Saeran at your side, you weren't afraid to take on anything, even when Iseul and Haneul entered your lives as abruptly as anything else before them. If you could look the prime minister square in the face and tell him what a scummy piece of work he really was, you could handle parenthood just fine.
Furthermore, you had a lot of help.
Saeyoung was basically the twins' third favorite person in the entire world - after you and Saeran, naturally - and the rest of the RFA didn't fall all that far behind. That's not to say that parenting two children at the same time wasn't stressful - good God, was it stressful - but you knew that if you ever needed someone to help, they were always available. Turns out a healthy support system could do wonders.
Colder autumn weather delivered a crunchy layer of fallen leaves to your backyard, creating a fantastic small playground for running about and kicking up mounds of multicolored leaves. Iseul and Haneul certainly seemed to think so, their gleeful squeals reaching you all the way into the kitchen as you smiled to yourself. Sometimes, while the two rascals were playing in the backyard, you would see your husband attempting - and failing - to catch up to them in their play of tag.
It was a chaotic sort of domestic bliss you've grown to cherish.
You gladly enjoyed a brief respite as you prepared some home-brewed tea and snacks for the three to replenish their energies after a nice session of play. That was pretty rare for you nowadays. The abrupt sound of glass shattering and the ensuing telling silence only served to confirm this.
You would've been way more concerned if that was the first time this has happened. But, alas, you've merely learnt not to place too much value on material things when you have two active children always bumping into something or getting their hands on something you've explicitly told them not to touch.
"You three behave!" You called out playfully, putting aside your mixer and making your way out onto the front porch. Even if you didn't anticipate anything alarming, it was still rather comforting to see that no one was harmed. Just looked kind of guilty, maybe. After kissing each of your children's foreheads, you looked back to Saeran expectantly, already reading him like an open book. He was never good at lying to you, anyways. You put your hands on your hips. "So, what was that sound, hm?"
Saeran offered you the endearing smile of a man who has never committed a single crime in his life, and just for good measure, he even fluttered his lashes at you. Not that you'd make a fuss at him even if he did do something terribly wrong. However, flashing you puppy eyes was a reliable defense that had never failed him before. Nor would it fail him now.
"Oh, I don't quite know, my love. Must have been a branch or a stone...?"
He wasn't trying very hard to make his lie convincing, but, then again, neither were you seriously accusing him of anything. You two were a pair who never lost their lively spark, just like your children.
Though, Iseul and Haneul were far worse at this than their dad was: both snickering away like they were all in on a secret you weren't allowed to know. It was adorable enough for you to keep them entertained.
You raised a brow at him.
"Uh-huh. And since when did stones or branches start flying again?" You said with dramatic skepticism in your tone, putting on your best Sherlock Holmes impression for the kids. You squinted your eyes suspiciously, leaning toward him. "Come on. Spill the beans."
Saeran laughed softly, meeting you halfway as he mirrored your movement, making you stare each other down head-on. However, with that same old adoring expression in his eye, it was difficult to view him as menacing in any capacity. He looked more like a happy puppy than a groveling mutt. He wasn't trying very hard, either.
"Alright, alright. You caught me. I might have made a little oopsie with the baseball. Again."
He smiled at you sheepishly, and even if you wanted to be angry, you really couldn't. Looks like Iseul and Haneul were rubbing off on him.
"That's a third one this month, my love," you mused, shaking your head with a smile. "You're starting to worry me here."
"I'm getting better at it, I promise."
How can you not trust him when he takes your hands and kisses your knuckles like that? You could only sigh, grateful that at least nobody was hurt.
"Well, I suppose a visit from uncle Saeyoung isn't the worst thing to happen. He might as well be our personal handyman nowadays."
There was no denying the joyous cheers from all three that preceded your decision. Good thing you always prepared enough treats to feed a dozen. As you walked back inside the house, hand in hand with Saeran, you couldn't help but ponder on the sense of calm you'd found amidst the everyday commotion that accompanied your routine now. Broken windows or not, with Saeran, you could handle it all.
"-You think Hyung might give me baseball lessons?"
...Except this, maybe. You looked at Saeran pleadingly.
"I think we'll end up with two broken windows if he does."
ok ok so human suit leaving cat suit with MC. saeray and mc leaving mint eye the next day and it's not until they reach the cabin that saeray wonders what happened to cat suit if mc is with him now. he isn't going to say anything bc mc doesn't need more things to worry about and then mc opens their bag and is like "okay you can come out now" and a second later saeray has a lap full of black and white fur and it is purring LOUDLY. and probably meowing, bc cats will yell at you for leaving
"Okay, you can come out now."
Saeray could not believe his eyes as a delightfully familiar heap of black-and-white fur fell onto his lap. His gaze flickered first to his beloved, then to his lap, then to the bag, then back to his smiling lover.
He was unsure of where his focus should be or what to say first. Ever since he had grabbed MC's hand to make an escape from their gilded birdcage, his mind had simultaneously been the clearest it had ever been but also as tumultuous as a typhoon.
"When... did you...?"
He didn't get a chance to finish his question, as a high-pitched yowl cut him off. The cry for his attention effectively brought Saeray's eyes back to his lap, where Suit the cat (MC had informed him this was a cat) continued to make distressed meows.
For a moment, Saeray expected the cat to jump and run underneath a chair or cower in the corner. He knew Suit was a skittish creature, and even if the Saeran who first found the cat was still part of him... Saeray was not the same person who Suit knew. Would he resent both of them for the events that led to him ending up here? MC, too?
The feeling of anxious claws digging into his thigh almost seemed to confirm Saeray's worst fears. But then he saw that the cat had extended his snout to give Saeray's shirt a cautious sniff. Hesitantly, Saeray lifted a shaky hand and held it just above the cat's ears.
Once again, Suit gave a careful sniff. He paused, as if evaluating the scent and the other aspects of this new person. Just as Saeray expected Suit to use his legs as a launchpad, the cat rammed his head against the young man's hovering hand. Purring like a computer hard drive, Suit butted his head against Saeray's hand repeatedly, then nuzzled his face up and down the young man's arm, eager to mark him with his scent.
"I knew he'd like you," MC announced at last, a beaming smile on their face. "He loves you, all of you. Just as I d--"
A wailing meow cut them off. Clearly, Suit did not want to share the attention with anyone else right now. He walked in a circle and then settled himself squarely in the middle of Saeray's lap, digging his nose firmly into the man's abdomen.
Saeray chuckled and blinked slowly at MC. A simple gesture, but with his eyes full of glistening tears of joy, it was one that indicated his understanding, his appreciation, and his adoration for his lover's kindness.
