#saeyoung's been up to something...something suspicious...

[thebirdito]

Just lookin' through the Chrome Web Store out of pure boredom and run into this...Saeyoung, what have you been doing?

[brighteststar707]

I was digging through my drafts last night and found this drabble from sometime last year. It's a little reset theory idea I was playing around with that ended with me writing the 'Tell Me A Story' short. I was inspired at the time by both Hadestown (the cyclical nature of the tragedy) and the Howl's moving castle film (when Sophie meets Howl in the past and asks her to wait for him).

I'm not sure if I'll ever flesh out this idea entirely so I thought I'd release this (unedited!) instead of leaving it to gather dust in my folder.

You already know how it ends. You’ve walked down this road so many times before.

A few months ago, you held Saeyoung in your arms as he drifted off to sleep. Usually you’re the one to fall asleep first. He always teases you about it. Tonight, though, you want to be awake for as long as possible.

You gently caress his head and whisper against his skin “Wait for me.”

As you feel the darkness wrap around you, heavier than sleep, you wonder if he heard you. If, somewhere in his dreams, he hears your voice echoing. Wait for me.

What a cruel request. If only you were selfless enough to let him forget you.

But you’re not. Which is why, tonight, you find yourself out late at night, staring at your phone screen waiting for it to hit midnight. When you close your eyes, you can still see the lock screen image flashing at you. The numbers, stubbornly stuck at 11:58PM.

Tonight, it’s cold.  It’s been a while since you’ve experienced a winter here. Last time, you managed to spend a full year with him, August to August. Ironically, your least favourite time of year. Your memories are full of unforgiving heat. Nights where you pulled him outside with you, filled with a giddy childlike joy.

You have to work to keep the memories of each trip separate. To not let them bleed together. They all differ from each other slightly. The time of year, the persona you wore. The only thing that remained the same was the ending.

Finally, you feel your phone buzz with a message.

Unknown: …Hello…?

And finally, it begins. There’s always something magical about your first conversation with everyone.

You step into the apartment and resist the urge to look up at the security camera you know is pointed at you. Then, you turn around and give it a big smile and wave anyway. You imagine him watching you from his dark desk. Does he feel a small spark of recognition? Does he hear your voice, as if from a dream, begging him to wait for you?

You’re antsy. Desperate, even.

The first time he calls you, the air is electric. It’s like your whole being has been waiting to hear him again. You feel a warmth spreading through your fingertips.

You have to act startled, like a stranger. You shouldn’t make him suspicious.

Shouldn’t.

To pass the time, you let yourself imagine doing all the things you shouldn’t be doing.

In your dreams, you leave the apartment and go to his house. You’ve picked up enough Arabic to get past the security system (sometimes, in your more self-indulgent fantasies, it recognizes you and lets you in without a fuss; we’ve been waiting for you). All the lights are off, you find him sitting at his desk.

He turns around (he was expecting Vanderwood). You grab him by the shoulders and make him look at your face. You look into his eyes and will him to remember.

Sometimes he remembers. His expression softens into a smile and he holds you in his arms. He kisses every part of your face and tells you that he’s missed you.

In the more realistic fantasy, the Saeyoung you find is guarded. He is hostile and scared. He doesn’t know how to hope yet. You beg him to remember, recount memories of days together. tell him stories of two people so deeply in love that they’d cross time over and over again to be together. 

He doesn’t believe you, and you already feel your heart shatter.

“You’re telling me stories. Fairy tales.”

“They’re memories. Yours and mine.”

Then it stops.  

[marshmallowprotection]

So in Saeyoung's route theres a very late story mode on day 9 and a call at like, 2 AM on Day 10 that imply you and Saeyoung both slept in the bed that night (in a WHOLESOME way, Zen) and honestly? Literally can't stop thinking about that.

He talks all teasing in the aformentioned 2 AM call, but can you imagine how nervous he must have been at first? God knows its probably the first time he's laid down in days and even if his body is exhausted his mind is both exhilerated and terrified. He knows he wants to be with you, that he wants to try and make things right with his brother, as best as he can. Not to mention this is the biggest vulnerability he's shown you. Saeyoung's trust in V has been shattered, he's learning suspicious things Rika kept in her apartment, Saeran wants revenge on him, and god only knows what the agency's up to at that moment.

And yet with all that happening, with his entire world shattering around him, Saeyoung falls asleep with you.

(Aaand i made myself emotional, great-)

Your breath hitches in your throat when Saeyoung collapses in the bed. You want to say something, but you're tired, and he's tired. It's been the longest day of your life thus far, and you can only imagine it's the millionth in his book. His faith in the world was destroyed in more ways than one and his brother was being used as a pawn by different people who'd already abused Saeyoung themselves in their own ways.

You couldn't imagine his grief.

You knew he wore it like an anchor around his neck, though. That's what his cross was for. The crushing feeling of his faith being utterly tested by means beyond his control. He was trapped in a boat... like the tiniest lifeboat, lost in a sea of crashing waves and you wanted to rescue him but the most you could do was offer to steer the boat as he closed his eyes for a moment to catch his breath from the waves freezing his body to the bone.

His golden eyes met yours as you debated what the best way to take this was. It was your first time sleeping in the same bed as him. He'd been pulling all-nighters for days.

The only time he got some sleep to refresh himself came when the two of you had to rest between the radar openings from the agency. Those weren't very long to get any sleep. He was running on fumes. You could see it in his soul. Reaching over the sheets, tentatively in your gentle way, you cupped his cheek with your hand.

He exhaled, a world of stress melting away at your touch. Wordlessly, he pressed a hand against yours. Saeyoung was always afraid that it might be a dream... that his life was just a dream and this time he had with you would be over if he closed his eyes. You knew better. This... this moment was real. It was as real as the fast thudding in your heart was.

He was as warm as you imagined.

"I'm so tired," he whispered, broken and run-ragged, but still praying for a God to answer his prayers.

"I know," you said. As if there was anything more you could say for him at that moment. You wouldn't let him go, though. If there was only one thing you could do... you would watch over his dreams and make sure they gave him a happy ending. You opened your arm to an embrace and he quietly buried himself in your chest, soft cries only deafened by your breasts.

By God, you promised, you would hold him as long as he needed someone to defend his dreams.

[asterjennifer]

🎀 I'm stupid and did the question wrong, so I made a screenshot @princessjung lol 🎀

© @blossyay on Tumblr

Happy Hour

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran X Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: X

Word count: 1731

Summary: Some days the world's so heavy to carry around.

Other days were easier when being with the person that takes a lot of the burden by just being there.

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“Have you seen my book?” A smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you entered the room, wondering if he'd been the thief again who took your novel silently to stick his nose into it given his curious nature when it came to your shared shelves.

Although he proclaimed he's not very interested in your specific taste, he grabbed himself a book similar to your taste oddly often, quite suspicious if thinking about it. Saeran sat on his bed, body relaxed as he spread his legs over the mattress.

He looked up, wearing his usual pokerface with which you're having trouble reading to this day. The blueish eyes owning their green shimmer gazed over at your shape leaning in the door frame. “No?” Was all he offered before turning his head back down.

You huffed, considering the book you've been searching for a while by now was right there; held tightly between his hands. Having no words you instead took casual steps into his room. He'd never thrown you out before; he wouldn't do that today either.

“Then what's that between your fingers, hm?” You pointed to your belonging with one finger, raising your eyebrow in amused question. Saeran's eyes darted back and forth from the book to you until he stayed stuck at the pages again. “Nothing.”

You huffed by the blunt response, despite a smile also trying to find its way over his face. “Is that so..” The words left you breathless, therefore with some laughter in between. “I suppose then I must sit here and read what you got there.” Saeran shot you a warning holding no weight as you sat down.

The edge of the bed sank under your pressure, smiling at the redhead before leaning in to see the pages of the novel better. With the little bedside lamp he somehow found comfortable to read with, his presence seemed warmer than normally.

Something soft even. Perhaps because there's a slight shade of red matching his hair whenever you slid closer into his space, maybe it's the fact his entire being caught some health thanks to Saeyoung and you looking out for Saeran more in the most discreet ways possible. Either way, his appearance is so very sweet and warm.

He lifted the book by reflex. “Hey,” His voice mumbled out. “Who said you can sit here?” Placing your arm over the bedframe didn't seem to be the answer he's waiting for.

“Getting comfortable to read with you.” Your enjoyment caused Saeran's eyes to narrow in doubt, which vanished fast while letting out a silent sigh. A frown covered your forehead when he turned back to stare at the letters inside the pages.

You could tell he's thinking about something you had no clue about. Thus you waited patiently in case he'd prefer if you leave for the time being and simply return your pastime once he's finished. But Saeran then made more space on the bed by shifting to the wall.

Caught off guard, your eyes widened the same moment his cheeks flushed deeply. “You should get comfortable as you said, so..” The air's a bit awkward and yet it didn't feel any more suffocating.

Only the beat of your heart increased by taking the opportunity he'd given you just now. “Thank you, Saeran.” He nodded short and let you pull the blanket over your lower body. The pillow he used as support for his back big enough for the both of you.

His bed's a bit stiff, so you made a mental note to remind Saeyoung later to get him a new mattress someday soon. Saeran watched until you showed a thumbs up. “I'm good now! Let's read together.”

You nearly beamed and Saeran released a deeper breath. “Not quite good.” That statement confused you because you'd just told him it's cozy beside him. The according stare you had on your face forced him into action when clicking his tongue behind his teeth. The blush reaching his ears.

Hesitant albeit determined he let go of one side of the book, reaching out his arm behind your shoulders. You felt your heart skip a beat when realizing what he's trying to convey. He tried keeping his neutral facial expression with his arm still in the air.

It then connected the dots; he's waiting for your consent. Saeran got problems with boundaries, everyone's aware of that. However, some or even most people didn't know that the worry about crossing lines liked to go both ways in his mind. Telling him to never do an action without getting clear confirmation.

Silly, you thought affectionate as you leaned back into his arm. That's enough for him to let the weight become like another blanket on your shoulders. “Is this better?” You asked, doing your best keeping the obvious happiness in check.

Saeran nudged his head into the direction of the book. “I can't flip the page.. Can you use your other hand?” A second of silence filled the air, thereby he cleared his throat.

It set you into motion. “Oh- yeah! Of course.” Your hand came around the other side of the cover, holding it up for you both to be able to read what's standing inside. He thanked you quietly. Your nerves decided it's fun not playing to your rules as they tingled.

It's not common for Saeran to openly hold you close in any possible way. The most he did was whispering some compliments here and there when asking him about either looks or creations which contributed to your favorite hobbies. Or he took your hand when it's cold, or no eyes were around to pry.

You put in effort respecting the fact he's not the most romantic person in the world. So whenever he did make a move into some intimate way, it's as if you're suffering a small heart attack since it happens at random times throughout your days together.

Regardless how you found to each other, it's always a wonder when thinking back to the past and first meeting him in person. Saeran had been so intimidating due to this dark aura he carried paired with the fitting clothes for his too thin body. It took no work to come to the conclusion he's layered like the books he read.

To this day; there's this tendency for you to both treat him like fine china and also take a step back when there's a dangerously low thread of patience on his part, which occured less the longer you're together. Sadly they did happen and it would he stupid to deny they couldn't be scary.

He'd knew as well, there's no chance to hide secrets behind your back. No matter how well kept you believe they were, he somehow found out at the end of the day. Probably some superpowers he picked up along his way of a hacker.

You closed your eyes for a second, inhaling the rather fresh scent of his room and the shower gel he used after coming out of the bathroom earlier. In combination they got something leaving the happiness in your stomach grow higher. It's fine once you're together, also on the days which weren't all rosy and easy.

Recovery took time and when seeing his face focused on the book, there's still a drained touch to his young features. Something mature; a weary part in the back of his head never finding rest. He described it like a curse after having a nightmare once.

A curse caused by outsiders and their hidden or brutal honest intentions. You couldn't tell what's it like to be wounded that deeply, not to his extend. That's why you wished for him to take the time and lead in everything. It seemed only fair towards him.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and felt his muscles stiff at the unfamiliar physical contact. You prepared for him to ask you to stop, nothing of that kind bubbled up though as he just breathed through to calm his body again. It sent another wide smile over your lips.

Sad you're having no windows in the bunker, you're able to perceive the distant sound of rain hitting the earth. Saeran must've picked up on it too as he put his hand on your shoulder to pull you closer. “This damn underground is always so cold...”

He mumbled almost annoyed, making you snicker out. “I think it's fine.” You flipped the page for him after he wiggled the book, pushing your nose closer to his neck. “Under the covers together it's warm..” Saeran squeezed your shoulder instead of using words to agree.

The idea to read with him slowly shattered since the heavy bones of yours suddenly demanded attention. A yawn left your mouth while cuddling deeper under the covers. “Hm.. If I fall asleep just wake me.” He shouldn't have to deal with a stringing shoulder just because you got sleepy.

Saeran hummed shortly and your eyelashes fluttered shut, convincing yourself to only rest in his arm but ending up falling asleep shortly afterwards anyways. Saeran felt the breathing becoming slow and even against his body which was enough prove.

Licking his dry lips, he put down the book on his lap in order to at least read a little bit further. He had to give you back the book soon, he should finish it while you're not being whiny and get it over with right now. Yet the warmth of you was quite the distraction.

After a couple of attempts to read the next sentences, which ended miserably, he closed the book. Your face's wrinkle free as you're dreaming of a scenario Saeran couldn't see happening. He closed his own eyes, difference was he didn't fall asleep.

Cuddling you close in total silence while you're not there to witness anything gave him more confidence to melt into the warmth that's now under the covers and next to his side. Saeran rubbed his eyes before leaning his head onto yours.

He couldn't sleep in that position, it didn't matter though. This was one way for him to recharge if you're already aware or not. He ran his hand through his hair next before letting it fall and try to sync his breathing with yours. The rain the slight background noise in the room and Saeran's feeling safe for once.

[cafedanslanuit]

ok hear me out, rfa and sin brothers out on a beach resort with mc! how chaotic would that be omg

omg, I’m so in. Mystic Messenger + Obey me! crossover, I live for this <3

After an exchange program, MC returns to Earth. The RFA is happy to have her back and offer to do a welcoming party. Jumin offers a private beach resort his father has just bought. You ask if you could invite some friends from your exchange "school" and they agree. What could go wrong?

Asmodeus fell in love with Zen. Nothing you can do. He started by complimenting him on his looks, his hair, his face, his body, his voice... but now looks real smitten.

Lucifer is really impressed with Jaehee. We know he likes intelligent people, and also someone who has an opinion on things. After he listens at Jaehee comment all of Jumin's cat related projects are hopeless and should be dropped, he starts gaining interest in her. He gives her a beer from the cooler and start talking. There is no wine or a fancier drink okay, MC just packed tons of beer on a cooler. 

Yoosung approaches someone who seems to be playing the beta release of a videogame on his Nintendo Switch. Levi is very shy because why is this normie suddenly talking to him? He then realizes he's not normie and actually knows a lot about videogames, so they end up playing together, because obviously Yoosung brought his switch too, who are we kidding.

Satan's reading a book under a parasol, a little away from anyone else. The smell of the ocean is really relaxing so he can use this time to read a little. He sees from afar Levi and Asmo are having a good time so he can relax.

Saeyoung is playing with a giant air ball with Mammon. Both of them are really loud

"MC" Jaehee whispers, trying not to be impolite to her new friends. "Is he okay?". You turn around and see Belphie sleeping in a bench a few meters away from Satan, also under a parasol. "Yeah, don't mind him, he’s okay".

On one of the towels, Saeran is looking a bit uncomfortable at this six foot guy who is eating his twelfth sandwich because what the fuck. Beel notices this and offers one to him. He starts asking him questions about what he does for a living and it's kind of excited to learn he has a flower shop and asks an horrified Saeran if he has edible flowers. 

... Has anyone seen Asmo or Zen recently?

Satan has put his book down and is now sitting beside MC, who is sitting on a towel, taking with Jumin, who is still a little suspicious about this story about a far away country that was her home during the past semester. Satan joins the conversation, helping MC who is having trouble hiding she was actually in hell with a bunch on devil brothers. Jumin doesn’t trust Satan’s smile, but tries and be amicable because MC brightened up when he showed up.

Jaehee is taking a stroll near the ocean and Lucifer can’t stop looking because DAMN those legs. 

V is setting up everything when they decide to come for a snack. MC said to bring bear, but he also packed some wrapped sandwiches, Snack pack puddings... mostly snacks that won’t get easily covered with sand. There’s also some water bottles for those who don’t want to drink. He doesn’t understand why one of MC’s new friends packed separate sandwiches, but apparently he was really hungry.

Saeyoung and Mammon convince MC to play with them. Jumin and Satan can’t hide their blush when she takes off her beach kimono, revealing her dark green bikini. It’s definitely a sexy but not really revealing look on you, which Jumin likes and it’s Satan’s favourite colour. What more could they ask.

Seriously, has anyone seen Asmo and Zen?

When the sun starts setting, everyone sits down for a while to appreciate the view. The demon brothers are particularly liking this, it’s been a while since they’ve all been together watching the sunset. MC knows this and is very happy about them having this opportunity even if it’s only for a while.

“So, about this made up country…” Saeyoung sits beside her and speaks in a very soft voice, making sure no one else but her is listening. “I don’t know why you would lie about it, but they seem nice. At least the one with the white hair seems to care a lot about you. So… just tell me. Do I need to keep looking up info about them?” he asks. You shake your head. “I’m happy. And I’m safe. Thank you, Saeyoung” you smiled and squeezed his hand gently. He nodded and grinned at her. A few seconds after that, Mammon sits down on her other side. “MC! I hope you had fun playing against The Great Mammon! I had to let you win just because you invited us. N-not because of anything else! So, uhm, this sunset like… I think this meant something for humans? Watching the sun go down?” he says, a little doubtful, his face red. Saeyoung is trying his best not to laugh at him and how smitten he looks.

Satan appears from behind and chuckles arrogantly. “Stop drooling, Mammon” he teases him, and Saeyoung laughs out loud. “Do you want to take a stroll by the ocean, MC?” he offers.

“Actually” Jumin voice intercedes. “I was thinking you’d like to go to the store near here. Maybe you’d like an icecream or something else” he says, with a soft smirk.

“And I thought the ego battle was boring back home” Belphegor commented with a yawn. You snorted and grinned at him. He smiled back. You’re about to ask him something when suddenly you feel someone plopping down near you. You turn around and see it’s Zen. “Where have you been? We were all looking for you!” you said. He puts on his sunglasses and doesn’t answer. After a few moments you notice the tiny red marks alongside his jaw and neck and can’t help but giggle. A delighted Asmo seats on your other side with a smug smile. “You have to tell me everything” you whisper to him and he winks at you in response.

Lucifer is still talking with Jaehee, not paying attention to anything else going on.

On your way home, you split up in different cars. Jaehee is driving her own car with Lucifer on the passenger seat, Saeran, Beel and Belphie. Saeyoung is driving one of his babies. Mammon is on the passenger seat. On the back, you’re seating between Jumin and Satan. Zen rented a car and is driving Yoosung, Levi and Asmo, who is on the passenger seat. Yoosung and Levi keep playing, thinking there must be bumps on the road, because Zen seems to lose control of the wheel for half a second once in a while.

Once you’re on your way home, you start feeling sleepy and put your head on Jumin’s shoulder and sigh. Satan takes your legs and puts them on his lap, trying to make you a little more comfortable. Everyone silently decides to ignore Mammon’s protests. Saeyoung tries and talk to him so he can focus on something else and let you sleep.

It was a really good day.

[gureishi]

One more DM-ed request! I’ll open up requests ~for real~ tonight or tomorrow, hooray~

A lovely friend who wants to stay anonymous requested a fic about Saeyoung buying condoms before the famous “evidence that I existed scene” in his AE. And honestly I am OBSESSED with the idea and I cackled more than once while writing this. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, dear! ♡

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SaeyoungXReader, T...? (no sex actually occurs in this but you know what the prompt is so do with that what you will). Words: 1874

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“Um…Saeyoung? Are we stopping?”

You’re curled into the passenger seat of Saeyoung’s car, his phone in your hand as you keep an eye on the incredibly complex GPS map he’s designed. You’ve been starting to fall into a reverie, lulled into a sense of near-comfort by the constant speed of the car and the sight of his hands on the steering wheel and the soothing, salty-sweet smell of him that clings to the sweater draped over your shoulders and the leather upholstery of the seat.

But when the car, which has been cruising along at a frankly alarming speed, starts to slow, you’re startled out of your half-slumber.

You push yourself up in the seat, gazing at him curiously. You’re surprised to find a light flush coloring his cheeks.

“Saeyoung?" you repeat, made more curious by his strange expression. His hand twitches, as if he meant to reach over and rest it on your thigh—as he’s done periodically throughout the day—but then thought better of it.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, starting pointedly straight ahead at the dirt road he’s turned onto.

You notice him self-consciously take his left hand from the wheel and run it through his tousled hair. It’s a nervous habit of his—even after living with him for just a short time, you’ve found yourself particularly well-attuned to all his quirks.

“Is something wrong?” you ask. You sit up straight now, peering through the windshield. The sun is starting to set, but it’s too early to stop for the night.

“Huh? No, that’s not—no.” Finally, he does touch you, letting one hand drift over to brush against your waist. It sends tingles up and down your spine.

You remember the way he kissed you that morning, before starting to drive for the day—his lips soft and earnest, his clumsy kisses growing more desperate as he pressed his body flush against yours. He always touches you this way—hesitant at first, always afraid it will be too much for you, too much for him—then more forcefully, as if he’s battling with his restraint and losing.

You remember the way he looked at you this afternoon when he thought you were sleeping in the passenger seat, the little moan that escaped his throat when you leaned over and nipped at his earlobe…

“We’re just making a, uhh—quick stop,” he stutters, tugging you back to reality.

You bite your lip, willing away the heat that’s begun to build within you.

Right. Get it together.

We’re on a rescue mission, not a sex vacation.

Your own cheeks color at the thought.

Not that we’ve—not that he’d want to—

Saeyoung turns the car abruptly and pulls into a parking lot you hadn’t even seen coming.

“That came out of nowhere!” you say, startled by the sudden intrusion of civilization. It has just been the two of you for so many hours—so many days—that you’ve almost forgotten about the world that has other people in it.

He taps the side of his head, grinning impishly. “A spaceman always knows where to find fuel,” he says. When you roll your eyes, he adds, “Plus, it was on the GPS.”

You laugh, and are relieved to find you can. Somehow, even knowing where you’re going, and what awaits you there—it’s easy to laugh, with Saeyoung beside you.

“Stretch your legs for a bit,” he says, putting the car in park. His red sports car is definitely conspicuous in the empty parking lot, in front of what seems to be a run-down convenience store. “I’ll be right back. He hops out of the car, moving with surprising ease for someone who’s been sitting and driving for hours. But you’re used to it by now—the stark contrast between the hacker who can sit still for days at a time and the agent who can spring into action at a millisecond’s notice. That’s just Saeyoung, you think, not without a touch of pride.

You open your own door, thinking to take him up on his suggestion to stretch and get some fresh air. Luxury car it may be, but it’s still not designed for an entire day of sitting—and you’re not one for sitting still to begin with. You lift your arms above your head, enjoying the way the cool evening air tickles your sides. Saeyoung is already off—you watch his distinctive red head bobbing off in the direction of the convenience store.

A convenience store…

Your curiosity returns. The two of you have enough food packed for several more days, including plenty of snacks. The schedule you’ve been keeping in order to catch up to Saeran and Vanderwood doesn’t generally allow for lots of mid-day breaks. You can’t think of any supplies you need that you don’t already have.

You ponder his blush, his awkwardness. Secrets are right up Saeyoung’s alley, but now—he’s been so honest with you recently, so upfront. He doesn’t have anything left to hide. So why…?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you stride toward the store, keeping your footsteps light. Secret agent he may be, but if anyone can sneak up on him, it’s definitely you—all the times you managed to startle him back at the apartment were proof enough of that.

The convenience store isn’t much to look at: the windows are dirty and adorned with half-peeled posters advertising out-of-date discounts. You press yourself against one of these, peering through the smudged class. You can just make out his messy red hair moving through the aisles, pausing in one. You watch him deliberate, pacing back and forth.

For a moment, you consider following him into the store—but he’d surely hear you then, and it’d be just like him to abandon whatever quest he’s on out of embarrassment. No: snooping from outside is certainly the best way.

After what feels like several minutes of hesitation, he suddenly grabs something from a shelf and makes his way to the register. Your curiosity intensifies. What could he possibly feel so uncomfortable buying…? 

…

Oh.

OH.

Your face flushes bright red. It couldn’t be. And yet… Your toes tingle.

You’re so carried away by your own thoughts that you’re taken totally aback when something warm presses against you from behind, long fingers curling around your waist. 

“Eep!” you squeal, startling and nearly hitting your head on the glass window. His other hand instantly slides to your forehead, protecting you. “S-Saeyoung?”

He spins you around and suddenly you’re nose to nose, your back against the convenience store window, your body feeling feverish in his arms.

There’s a pause in which the expression in his golden eyes is so intense you find yourself speechless. Then he grins.

“Spying, are we?” he teases, lifting a finger to gently tap your nose.

“You were being suspicious!” you counter, glaring into his molten eyes. It’s his turn to flush.

“I’m a hacker. Being suspicious is kind of my whole thing,” he says, and winks. You notice he hasn’t moved a muscle—his arms are still around your waist, one hand on the small of your back, almost grazing your butt. You find yourself frantically wishing he’d lower it, wishing he’d squeeze your butt and then press you harder into the glass, biting your neck and—

Ahhhh.

“Gimme that bag!” you cry, taking even yourself by surprise. You disentangle yourself from him abruptly, reaching for his back pocket where you know he’s stuffed the bag from the store. Once again, a few days of living together has given you enough clues—you know where he puts things so you won’t take them. But you’re bolder now.

“Noooo!” he yelps, taking off across the parking lot. You laugh, sprinting after him.

“Saeyoung Choi! Give me that bag!” You’re pretty fast, but he’s much faster. He darts into the tall grass that surrounds the parking lot. You know you can’t catch him—but you do have a secret weapon. It may not be fair—but all’s fair in love and war, you think stubbornly.

“Ow!” you yell, plopping down on the concrete.

He’s on you in an instant, all pretense of the chase forgotten, on his knees before you can even register what’s happened. His eyes are dark as he scans your body frantically for any sign that you are hurt. You almost feel guilty. Almost.

“What’s wrong?”

He brushes his hand up your leg, searching for an injury that isn’t there.

“Ha!” In one motion, you reach behind him, grazing his butt as you pull the plastic bag from his pocket. “Hahaha!” you sing again as you turn the bag upside down, spilling out the contents before he has a chance to snatch it back.

“Whaaaaat? You—” Saeyoung gasps. His hand shoots out and you tackle him, knowing he won’t resist you as you tumble onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair. You twist sideways and can just make out the box on the ground beside you.

Ah-ha.

Abruptly, Saeyoung sits up and gently lifts you off him—all while trying to sneakily sweep his purchase into the safety of his hoodie.

But it’s too late.

You’re a little embarrassed, a little guilty for tricking him—but most of all, there’s a distinct feeling of satisfaction that settles in your heart.

“Saeyoung, you bought…?”

He turns to you, and his cheeks are as red as you imagine your own to be.

“Did you see?” he mutters, eyes downcast. You nod. “I-it’s not…!” He meets your eyes, and he’s so earnest, so awkward, so delightfully scared, that you can’t help but take pity on him. “I-it’s not that I was assuming anything, o-or even hoping, I mean, I wouldn’t even think to…!”

You have to stop him then, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You feel the heat radiating off him, and all his muscles are tense with anxiety. You cup his cheek with one hand and deepen the kiss; he melts into you.

When you pull away, your breath is coming quickly, and you can feel his heart pounding through his hoodie.

“It’s okay if you were assuming,” you say softly.

He splutters for a moment, cheeks hot, pupils blown. 

His hand tightly clutches the box of condoms concealed in his jacket.

“I-I really wasn’t… I didn’t mean to…” He catches his breath. “Just in case,” he whispers.

You feel the grin spreading across your face. You put a hand on his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. His fingers ghost over your shoulder and neck, tentatively, questioningly. You press another firm kiss to his lips.

“Just in case,” you repeat. 

You know you’ve got to get back in the car, got to drive till after the sun has set, got to watch the little dot on his makeshift tracking devise until your eyes get tired. But eventually, you’ll stop. Eventually, you’ll rest. You’ll spend the night together. And when you do—

“I wanted us to be ready for anything,” he whispers against your lips, more confidently than before.

“Yeah,” you say. “And we are.”

[doridoripawaa]

Time was fickle, with too much power in her hands

Leaving foolish mortals subject to her demands.

One never seemed to know just how much time had passed

Or which breath they breathed would become their very last.

Relentlessly, the sands of time had flowed each day

And the lives these twins should have shared, drifted away.

When they should have been together, they were apart

Until they ceased to understand the other’s heart.

Fate would have denied them a chance to live at all.

But they faced their demons with their chins held tall.

Side by side, the star-crossed twins had once again met

And acted together without any regrets.

Now reunited, only one question remained.

The time the brothers had lost… could it be regained?

~~~

“...ran.”

A gentle voice, accompanied by a pair of warm, tender golden eyes.

“Saeran.”

A little shake of the shoulders accompanied the whispers this time.

“I know you aren’t sleeping, Saeran.”

As dawn’s light poured in through the windows, a young man with snow-white hair groaned and flitted his eyelids open. The soft pinks, oranges, and yellows of the outside that filtered in through the windows was enough to illuminate the eager, but fretful, face poised over his sleeping body. His emerald eyes narrowed as he scrutinized that face, which was finally starting to fill out around the edges again after the travesty he had endured. Apparently Honey Buddha chips and PhD Pepper could, actually, be beneficial for one’s health.

“I’m…” Saeran closed his eyes again and turned over onto his side, away from that burning golden gaze. “I’ll sleep now, Sae… Saeyoung.” The name felt bizarre on his lips, as if it were a name he wasn’t uttering himself. He knew it had been a great source of comfort in his youth, but after so many years of lies and deception, Saeran… had a lot to unlearn and relearn, to say the least. He still struggled to look directly at Saeyoung’s face, the face that reminded him of their past.

“Come onnn,” Saeyoung whined, and a small smile began to tug at the edges of the younger twin’s lips. Even though he wasn’t facing him, Saeran could easily picture the redhead’s lower lip sticking out in a pout and his freckled nose wrinkled up in frustration. “The sky is awake, so let’s wake up, Saeran.”

“Big talk coming from someone who also didn’t sleep,” Saeran commented casually, and he tried to pull up his blankets to cover his face.

The older twin, however, was not having any of his brother’s sass this morning.

“Rise and… shine!” Saeyoung chirped, and before Saeran could react, he grabbed onto the younger twin’s blankets and ripped them clean off of his body, giggling gleefully as he did so.

Saeran groaned inwardly (and perhaps outwardly, judging from the way Saeyoung was smirking at him) and pulled himself upright into a sitting position. The absence of blankets certainly would not stop him from sleeping, but candidly, he knew that his restless night wasn’t about to end in slumber anyway. He was trying to catch up on his years of sleep debt--he really was--but old habits die hard, and he was still the type of person who’d rather finish all of his tasks before taking any rest for himself.

Letting people down was the last thing that Saeran ever wanted to do.

He had taken up the torch of living for himself, but that did not mean that he suddenly stopped caring for all of the other people in his life. And despite everything, despite everything…

Saeyoung was near the top of his list of people he wanted to protect.

“You’ve got me,” Saeran conceded with a sigh, earning a hearty “yahoo!” from his brother. “Well, now that we’re both up,” he went on, brushing his bangs out of his minty eyes, “what did you have in mind for us for today?” He couldn’t be exactly certain of what his brother had planned; the elusive 707 was a mysterious, curious little cat, always sneaking this way and that. He must have had some sort of scheme up his sleeve, and Saeran was going to end up being dragged into it. He was happy to see Saeyoung being so playful, so mischievous, so cheerful again… but he could also be a bit of a headache.

“Fufufu,” Saeyoung chuckled, and his twin could have sworn that he saw a tail flicking eagerly behind him, “you see… I have nothing planned!” He put his hands behind his head and struck a wide grin at his brother. “Nothing at all!”

Confusion. Consternation. Curiosity.

Saeran narrowed his minty eyes at Saeyoung suspiciously. “Then… why are we awake?”

That, of course, was a question to which both of them knew the answer but neither of them wanted to vocalize it.

“Well, I just thought…” Saeyoung began, and then his arms dropped to his pockets, and his glittering golden gaze suddenly became clouded over with a hint of embarrassment. Embarrassment? Was Saeyoung… flustered? “I promised all those years ago that we would get to live freely, that we would get to do what we wanted.” A soft laugh slipped from his lips, but it was a sorrowful, pitiful sound, rather than a joyous one. As he lowered his head, Saeran couldn’t quite make out the expression in his eyes; the sunrise was reflecting off his glasses, obscuring his eyes--and his true feelings--beneath. “Well, the time has finally come!” He lifted his head and beamed at his twin again. “You’re in charge today, bro. Tell me how you want to spend the day!”

Saeran couldn’t shake this anxious feeling that crept up along his spine, sending a gentle shudder throughout his body. “Can… can we bring--”

“Brotherly bonding day!” Saeyoung interrupted him, and he folded his arms over his chest. “You. Me. That’s all.” His cheeks were nearly as red as his fiery curls, but Saeran could see how desperately he was trying to conceal just how uncomfortable and awkward he actually felt. The younger twin couldn’t help but admire his brother’s spirit; his ability to find laughter in even the darkest moments was a quality that had served him well.

“I’m in charge, then?” Saeran asked, looking for reassurance. He still felt his hair stand up and his nerves begin to prickle whenever he got too close to Saeyoung, but he was desperate to get over these feelings of dread. This was his beloved brother, his closest companion, his absolute ally. A day to catch up on lost time sounded… almost too good to be true. “Then, you’d better wear something comfortable.” Now a smirk played onto Saeran’s lips as Saeyoung tipped his head to the side curiously. “Be ready in 30 minutes.”

~~~

Through glades and underneath trees, traveled the twins

The elder being led by the younger one’s whims.

As birds chirped above and squirrels chattered in the trees,

Saeyoung couldn’t help but look at Saeran with glee.

“Are we there yet?” Saeyoung asked, but Saeran’s reply

Was but a shake of his head and an amused sigh.

“Be patient,” he murmured with a chuckle so soft,

That Saeyoung felt his heart soar high and aloft.

But then Saeran stopped, and with a smile on his face,

Turned ‘round and whispered, “Welcome to my happy place.”

The pair entered a field that was vibrant with life.

Of blooms, buds, and blossoms, the gorgeous field was rife.

“I come here when I need to breathe,” Saeran explained.

“When the world is getting tough and my heart feels pained.”

Just then, to the younger twin’s cheeks rose a soft blush,

“I want to share it with you,” he said in a hush.

Touched to his core, Saeyoung clutched his chest with his hand.

His brother had trusted him with this secret land!

“I want to make a crown for my lover, you see,

And I figured I’d let you accompany me.”

That was all Saeyoung needed to hear, ‘fore he said, “Let’s make beautiful crowns for your beloved’s head.”

As the sun traveled across the sky through that day,

The twins sat making flower crowns in their lil glade.

After making many wreaths of roses and mums,

Hunger began to rumble in both of their tums.

“If it wouldn’t be a hassle,” Saeran began,

“Not too far from here, I know of an ice cream stand.”

One twin wore a crown of lilac, one of aster,

As they raced to the shop to see who was faster.

One opted for strawberry, one for vanilla,

And they sat to watch folks from the nearby villa.

The sun was on the horizon, with bright pink rays,

To signal that the end was coming to the twins’ day.

As the first few stars twinkled in the growing night,

“Let’s head back,” Saeyoung prompted with a smile so slight.

Upon their return, the two climbed up to the roof,

One with a huge grin, the other a bit aloof.

But both were enchanted as they pointed up high,

Tracing constellations in the evening sky.

Saeyoung dared to turn his attention to Saeran,

And what he saw made his heart flutter yet again.

His twin was smiling, looking genuinely glad

As though the day with his brother weren’t half bad.

“Saeran,” Saeyoung whispered, his voice but a mumble.

“Thank you for today,” he said with a smile humble.

Saeran turned and replied, much to Saeyoung’s surprise

“Thank you, Saeyoung,” with a glimmer in his mint eyes.

~~~

A pair of flower crowns sat on the counter as the two brothers began to settle in for the night. Saeyoung yawned and stretched, ready to just fall asleep in his green pullover hoodie instead of actually changing into any pajamas. He wasn’t exactly sure how a day of weaving flowers and eating ice cream had taken so much of his energy, but he was willing to attribute that to a lack of sleep from the night before.

Well, a lack of sleep plus the constant fear gnawing at him that his brother secretly still loathed him and that he was just masking his fury and frustration as humility and timidity. Saeyoung had proposed the bonding day just as much for Saeran’s sake as for his own; they needed to make up for lost time, to try to reach out and understand one another again. Once they had been so close, they had been the other’s only ray of light in a world that constantly tried to snuff them out in darkness.

Now? He wasn’t exactly sure where they stood. Saeyoung didn’t know if he could ever again become that guiding light, that lighthouse in the night. But maybe, just maybe, he could be a candlestick, with a little flicker of hope, light, and warmth that could help lead his brother to safety and security.

‘Time for another sleepless night,’ the redhead thought, barely suppressing a sigh as he began to head towards his bedroom. “Thank you, bro,” he repeated once he saw that Saeran was also getting ready to turn in for the night. “It… it means a lot to me that you spent the day by my side.” A bit of a cheesy admission, sure, but in his efforts to change for the better, Saeyoung was trying to be more open about his feelings.

Maybe not to everyone, quite yet, but at least to his brother, his confidant.

“Well… good night, Saeran,” Saeyoung concluded at last, and he turned to open the door to the bedroom, eager to collapse and at least rest his eyelids even if sleep would never come.

A slight tug on his sleeve prompted him to stop before he ever reached the handle.

“S-S…” A soft whisper like a hiss trickled from the white-haired boy’s lips, and as Saeyoung turned his head to cast his twin a quizzical glance, he immediately noticed the vibrant vermillion that coated Saeran’s cheeks. “Saeyoung,” he managed to utter at last. “I… did not sleep at all last night,” he admitted finally, and Saeyoung almost began to worry that his brother wasn’t even breathing, judging from how red his face had become. “I kept… having nightmares.”

Saeyoung blinked sympathetically at his brother. He understood that feeling all too well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had a full night of sleep without some sort of haunting memory creeping up in his psyche, too.

“I think… I would sleep better… if I knew that I’m not alone, that I’ll never be alone again.” His gaze softened as he drifted away into his thoughts, his memories, his feelings. “If I had a reminder that I am enough, that I have strength and courage, when I think I am alone and powerless.”

The intensity of the aquamarine gaze that bored into Saeyoung’s golden eyes almost set the older twin ablaze himself. “I need that reminder,” he admitted. “Which is why…” His voice trailed off, but he quickly regained his composure. “Saeyoung.”

“Yes?” Saeyoung chirped, standing straight at attention. What was fueling his brother’s fire?

“Would you… be my guardian angel tonight?” Saeran murmured at last. “Would you… stay by my side until I can fall asleep?”

Guardian angel. A chance to be the candlelight in his brother’s life, once again.

“Be ready in 10 minutes,” Saeyoung told him with a smirk and a wink. “I’m going to tell you a bedtime story.”

He certainly didn’t expect the day with his brother to go so smoothly.

He certainly didn’t expect the day with his brother to end like a dream.

He certainly didn’t expect the day with his brother to result in him finally getting some sleep.

But as the twins lay side by side, both passed out in slumberland, for the first time in years, they finally looked at peace with one another.

I am delighted to have written for @megami606sama 's beautiful art for the @mysme-rbb !

[dark-mnjiro]

isn’t it lovely? [all alone]

Theme: fluff, angst, angry outburst, anxiety/depression comfort, 707/saeyoung x f!reader/mc one-shot

Warnings: language, mentions of self hate, depictions of depression/anxiety, panic attack

Author’s Note: I love my little, redhead hacker boi and I love his route in mystic messenger so I couldn’t just not write about when Seven and MC lived in the apartment together and dealt with his mental health issues. I don’t know if this is even written that well, but I found it super therapeutic right now.

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Crimson hair feathered his forehead, hiding the wrinkles of concentration while his honey-colored eyes squinted at the text on the screen. His friends all lost in conversation, having not noticed his unusual silence. His hand moved to his chest, gripping his red t-shirt as his heartbeat quickened. This feeling was so foreign, so unlike him… why was this happening?

Chewing his lower lip, his free hand adjusted his striped glasses before raking his fingers through his hair and out of his face. His eyes darted down to the small digital clock on his computer screen checking the time. It couldn’t be that late, right? Anxiety began creeping up in the back of his mind causing a leg to bounce uncomfortably under his desk. 

Maybe he should check the cameras…

“It’s been two-point twenty-five seconds right?” he wondered aloud to himself. 

The mouse moved across the screen as he moved the group chat to his other screen before glancing over the cameras in the apartment. He flipped between each different camera display before settling on a bedroom. Leaning in, he chewed on his lower lip watching the silhouette of a female figure under a blanket seemingly asleep now with each gentle inhale and exhale of breath.  

Settling back against the back of his gaming chair, a sigh fell from the red head’s lips. “Sleeping are we?” he said softly as his lips curled up into a gentle smile before glancing back at the group chat. A slew of messages pestering him, questioning the whereabouts of—

“Oh for fuck’s sake…”

His fingers quickly typing back small quips and playful insults toward his friends before his eyes stole a glance at the sleeping figure again. He watched as you began to stir lightly, a small moan escaping your lips as you stretched… his cheeks flushed a dusty pink color at the sheer innocence of the sound. 

“...damn,” he cursed as his heart raced once again. “Silly girl. Always embarrassing me. Still, I can’t help but wonder if this is safe if anything happened to you…” He paused for a moment before a painful groan rumbled from his chest at the idea of any harm falling on you. “I have to stay focused. I have to protect you, even if it breaks your heart.”

He pushed his chair back away from his desk before standing up, making his way out of his bedroom. Holding his breath, he made his way to your bedroom before leaning against the door frame. “Why the hell am I here?” he mumbled, watching your body shift lightly in bed as he found himself lost in watching your rhythmic breathing. 

“Seven?”

His body tensed before jumping back and hiding behind the wall. “Shit,” he hissed. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“I caught you~” 

Seven felt embarrassment creeping up his spine and his neck. Perhaps silence was his best defense, maybe it would give him enough time to sneak back to his temporary computer set up…

“Whatcha doin’ Seven?”

His body tensed again before nervously glancing down at the smiling face beside him, almost lighting up your eyes… He gulped, cursing himself inwardly at how weak those sparkling eyes made him. 

“I was checking the camera,” he quickly lied, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, praying to God that you wouldn’t notice the blush creeping over his features. “The picture was glitching.”

Tilting your head, the smile on your face grew wider. “But the camera is on the other side of the room,” you replied as a giggle bubbled from your throat before you pointed out the camera that was indeed on the other side of the room. 

Fuck…

Seven sighed, trying to mask his growing attraction toward you with sheer irritation instead. “God, why does it matter?” he asked, his voice switching to low and annoyed. “I was checking the damn camera. I already told you I don’t care about you!”

Your eyes squinted as you merely smiled more at him, causing the embarrassment creeping up his neck to flush his cheeks with a pink hue. “Oh?” you asked. “You weren’t checking up on me at all?”

“I mean I had to make sure you hadn’t run away,” Seven countered. “You’re so naive-” Seven was quickly cut off by you erupting in laughter before you moved past him and headed toward the kitchen. His eyes followed your movement, squinting suspiciously as he tried to gauge just what on Earth was wrong with you? No matter what he said, no matter what he did…

He found his feet moved on their own, following you into the kitchen as he leaned against the wall as he watched you begin fiddling around with preparations for lunch. His arms crossed over his chest before catching your eyes glance at him over your shoulder. You flashed a smile and immediately he felt he couldn’t breathe again…

“Are you hungry Seven?”

“No, I’m—”

The sound of his stomach growling betrayed his charade as you giggled at him. His face flushed again before shooting a glare in your direction.

“Sit down,” you tutted. “I’m almost done with lunch. It’s not much but it’s something…”

Seven slumped into the seat, groaning inwardly at how he was stuck in this never-ending predicament with you. No matter how hard he tried to push back, you just simply ran back to him faster. He found himself growing weaker by the moment, despite his angry outbursts and feeble attempts to keep you and your feelings at bay. To be honest, he wanted nothing more than to let you in… to be close to you. But, if something were to happen to you because of who he was, his stomach dropped at the mere thought.

No, he had to keep you away.

“Here!” You set a small plate of a sandwich and even his favorite chips down in front of him before accompanying the meal with a can of his favorite soft drink.

His eyes glanced up from the plate to catch your eyes causing his heart to race. What was it about you that made him feel so ridiculous? Like a damn child… He quickly tore his gaze away from you by stuffing the chips into his mouth. 

“I hope you like it Seven.”

There you go again, worrying about him and his wants and needs and not your own. Stupid girl, he thought. He picked up the sandwich before taking a rather large bite before glancing up at you again and catching you staring back at him with a smile still on your face. His eyes quickly diverted away back to his plate as he continued to try and focus on eating. “It’s good,” he mumbled after finishing it. For the first time in weeks, he felt full having finally eaten a decent meal and not just his favorite chips…

Seven hadn’t quite grasped just how hungry he had become as he wolfed down the small meal you had prepared. He wondered if maybe he was overworking himself… but my god this food was just perfect. And you…

He caught himself staring at you before a giggle bubbled from your throat as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn’t begin to understand what you could be so nervous about, he was the fool. He was an utter fool. 

“...hey,” he mumbled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away from you.

Tilting your head, you smiled more. “Yes, Seven?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I’ve had to say some awful things to you… but, just know… I can’t get close to you or else they’ll hurt you. Please understand if something happened to you—” He paused as his voice shook in fear as the sheer thought of the agency finding out about you… torturing you… killing you…

Your hand quickly went out to comfort him. “Seven—”

His hand shot up to silence you as he jumped to his feet. He could feel his heart racing once again before he made a beeline for his computer set up. Panting as anxiety began to flood his chest, he stared at the dark computer screen. Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall…

He hated this part of himself. 

God, how he wished he was more like the 707 persona he portrayed himself I the messenger. The Seven that you seemingly had fallen for, it wasn’t the real him and with that, he felt disgusting. He felt as if he were a liar. He could never be that man that promised to marry you in outer space one day, no. He was nothing more than an illusion that could never bring you happiness. 

“Seven?”

It was you peeking in the doorway as you heard him snuggling back his tears and quickly wiping his eyes. The will to not breakdown in front of you was becoming more difficult the more time he spent with you. You were breaking through each wall, each challenge. 

And each time, he had to get meaner, colder. 

“What?” he snapped, keeping his back to you. 

Your footsteps rang in his ears causing his back to go rigid. No no no, you couldn’t see him this weak, this feeble. You kneeled behind him and before he could protest wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His body stiffened, even fought for a moment trying to tug himself away from you. 

“Please,” he begged. “Just go… you can’t see me like this…”

“But I want to see all of you, Seven,” you whispered back gently. “The good and the bad.”

“You can’t possibly mean that.”

“Seven. You know I do. You just won’t accept it.”

His eyes widened as he could feel his heart rate beginning to slow to a pace he could handle again. “I’m nothing you know,” he mumbled. “Absolutely nothing. I can’t offer you anything and you deserve the world. All I can do is sit here in the dark losing my God damn mind like a fool.”

“You’re not a fool,” you replied, tightening your grip around him. “You’re just lost… and I want to help you.”

His body relaxed, knowing he couldn’t resist anymore. The anxiety seemed to melt away the instant you would speak and reassure him of his existence and how he mattered to you and his friends. “Please don’t regret this,” was all he could say. 

“...never.”