Yooseven Week - Day 7
Free Day
Good Ending
Note: Ending the week on a happy note! I’d like to thank the mods of yooseven week for putting this event together, and the people who read and helped out with this story. I couldn’t have done this without you!
Pairing: Yoosung/707
Word Count: 1k+
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He wanted to cherish every moment with him.
He wanted to hold him in his arms.
He wanted to live in that love forever, and fall for him all over again with each passing day, for the rest of his life.
Saeyoung’s decision was crucial, and at that point he had fully made up his mind.
/
Repeating, repeating, repeating the four words in his head, eyes able to stay open from the excitement that came when he anticipated the situation, while he parked his car at the familiar hill under the familiar canvas painted with stars. He unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed the car door open before Yoosung could ask why he was smiling so much.
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh before opening them and taking in the scenery, the stars glowing against the sky, and the place he used to call his own, a place that now only made him think of Yoosung.
He looked up to the array of stars, and he was floating, his feet lifting off the ground and taking him to outer space, where he could be lost in those four words every second and shine in the darkness like the stars.
Saeyoung’s decision was crucial, and at that point he had fully made up his mind.
The sound of a car door slamming shut, footsteps towards him, one arm around his shoulder and pulling him into a side hug, bringing him back to reality, back down to earth. He laughed as another arm wrapped around his neck, and he hugged Yoosung’s waist, listening as Yoosung spoke between laughs into his ear.
“I dare you to carry me to the top.”
“Is that the only reason why you hugged me?”
“No!” Yoosung laughed again, tightening his hold around Saeyoung. “I love you, but my legs are tired.”
“I’m tired,” he said, and the new round of laughter that came with it only made him fly higher, floating on the surface of an ocean, through all the waves, with Yoosung. He wanted this feeling to overcome him with every second they spent together, the most overwhelmingly beautiful and golden feeling he’d ever experienced.
“Then I’ll race you to the top.”
“Oh my god, Yoosung.”
Yoosung pulled away and began to walk backwards, hugging himself, laughter too much to contain. Saeyoung smiled, rubbing his temples in mock aggravation. “You literally just said your legs were tired.” He ended his sentence with another breathy laugh.
“I’m still gonna win.”
“I will fight you.”
This, the joking, the laughter, filled him with more happiness than his past jokes ever could, and he felt like he could fly out of the ocean and walk on the water, the shining sun guiding his way across the sea.
“Then you better not let me get a head start, Saeyoung.”
With Saeyoung’s blink, Yoosung was gone, starting his journey up the hill, and Saeyoung smiled at the competition his boyfriend set, legs moving on their own to catch up to him.
He powered through the exhaustion in an attempt to win the race, moving with the elation from the thought of what was to come when they reached the top of the hill.
/
Saeyoung ran.
He ran without knowing how long he could keep it up, how long before exhaustion took over him. Each step up the hill was another closer to the stars, that high, heavenly feeling of flying through space and floating on water. He pushed himself over his limit, falling to his knees when he reached the top, two seconds behind Yoosung, and let himself collapse onto the dry grass and lay on his back.
His chest rose and fell with each heavy, exhausted breath, eyes locked on the stars above him, shining in every corner of his eye.
Yoosung fell next to him. Saeyoung rolled his head to the side to look at him, and focused on his smile, his voice happy, joking, yet breathless.
“I win.”
“Congratulations. You get...” he took in a long breath, still panting in exhaustion from the run. “... a prize.”
“What’s my prize?”
“It’ll arrive... in five to ten business days.”
Yoosung let out a contagious laugh, leaving the both of them gasping for air before Saeyoung let his eyes fall shut, feeling his heart finally beat normally. He opened his eyes and moved his head to stare back up at the sky.
The silence sat between them, filling the air, before Saeyoung heard Yoosung’s voice take over.
“I love looking at the stars.”
Yoosung’s hand found Saeyoung’s.
Saeyoung rolled his head to the side again, having done it enough times that his neck was starting to hurt, and glanced down at Yoosung’s hand over his, noticing the glimmer in his eyes. Yoosung shifted closer to him, and he moved to wrap both arms around him, laying in that familiar position.
Saeyoung’s decision was crucial, and at that point he had fully made up his mind.
He repeated it in his head and he knew he was sure of it, because of the way that feeling was brought up again, and it was as if he was flying when he kissed the top of Yoosung’s head. It was different, in ways he couldn’t comprehend, and he pondered on it in silence.
He closed his eyes and rubbed Yoosung’s back, taking note of the way Yoosung’s clothes felt against his skin, his warmth pressed against his chest. The sensation sent his mind running again.
He focused on a single constellation and said the first thing that came to his mind.
“You’re just like the stars.”
Yoosung hummed. “I am?”
“But you’re brighter than stars, and you’re... so close to me.”
We’ll probably die if we get too close.
He thought back to those fears, the anxiousness from falling in love with Yoosung and the hacking, god, that fake persona, the wall he’d built. The joking and laughter, the ones before Yoosung stole his heart, were all connected back to 707. But when he was with Yoosung, driving to the hill and laughing too much, he was sent up towards the sky and he was...
He was himself.
My name is Saeyoung Choi.
“You make me feel... like I can be Saeyoung.”
This is real.
It was different, different, different, real, amazing, perfect.
The thought brought a smile to his face.
Yoosung tightened his grip around Saeyoung’s chest, cuddling closer to him, and he spoke in whispers that Saeyoung could barely hear.
“You can always be Saeyoung,” he said. “You don’t have to be anyone else with me.”
Saeyoung took that in, remembering his notorious old facade and the thought that he had to be someone else, anyone else, for safety, protection from the dangers of his past job. Months and months ago, even a consideration of telling an RFA member his real name would’ve made him terrified.
Saeyoung Choi.
“I love you for who you are.”
He was Saeyoung, and he was satisfied with Yoosung knowing that, making him feel like he can be nothing but himself.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re you, Saeyoung.”
“This... this is real...”
“You deserve to be loved like that.” Yoosung’s voice was like a soft melody to send him to sleep. “It’s real.”
Real.
Yoosung went quiet.
But his words that stayed in the air reinforced Saeyoung’s decision, and his heart beat quicker when the question, along with nervousness, resurfaced. He smiled, moving his hand to run his fingers through Yoosung’s hair, the words falling out.
The way he loved Yoosung was real.
“Will you marry me?”
He wanted to live in that love forever, and fall for him all over again with each passing day, for the rest of his life.
/
Saeyoung’s head was spinning and his thoughts were blurred when Yoosung immediately sat up in response to his question, hands covering his face, sobs muffled. Saeyoung found himself sitting up, too, given only a second before Yoosung turned towards him and pulled him into a hug, crying into his shoulder.
Tears fell out of Saeyoung’s own eyes, and he hugged Yoosung back, arms tight around his waist.
“S-Saeyoung—”
He was shaking as he gasped for air, his breathing uncontrolled, and Saeyoung hugged him tighter and calmed him down, head pounding as he heard Yoosung’s response.
“Y-yes... yes, yes, I- I’m in love with you, that’s all- that’s all I’ve- I’ve ever—”
“Shhh, it’s okay...”
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
“I love you, Yoosung.”
He said yes.
“I love you like all the stars in the sky.”
He said yes!
/
Saeyoung wanted to love Yoosung forever, live in a love that was amazing and beautiful and real, and Yoosung accepted.
He gained a crush on him for the worse, and fell in love with him for the better, the fears of that past crush taken over by the love the two shared, the love Saeyoung never thought he’d experience, now with him for the rest of his life.
He wouldn’t rather do this with anyone but Yoosung.
The thought of spending every moment with him, as his husband, sent Saeyoung flying again, higher than the stars.
He was so, so happy, happier than he’d ever been, and more in love with Yoosung in that moment than any other.
Saeyoung’s decision was crucial, and the myriad of love he had with Yoosung could melt winter snow, and bring summer days.
