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asterjennifer · 1 year
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🎀 Sometimes you have to get back at your loved ones~
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Thank you pandamimi9021 for this outstanding comission! <3 🎀
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marshmallowprotection · 6 months
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Love will prevail, no matter what, Saeran.
(Reference: TeamMomi)
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natasha-in-space · 3 months
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I'd like to think that the first time Saeran gets to put up a Christmas tree, he'd go way overboard with decorations. There are so many neat colorful stuff to put on, he just doesn't know when to quit! Saeyoung and Natasha won't stand between his fun. In the end, their Christmas tree will probably end up a mess. But, it's a very colorful mess made with lots of laughs and smiles!
Ref. by @K_Lemyo on Twitter!
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shewrotesomething · 10 months
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The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You (Unknown)
Marriage was a distant thought to Saeran. He never really considered it. With everything that’s happened, really, it’s the last thing he could even begin thinking of. That was fine, you never pushed him to jump into anything he wasn’t ready for. 
He could remember the day he changed his mind though, or at least, felt a shift in his heart. 
At the time, some days were better than others. And when they weren’t… they really weren’t.
His brother had to be out of town for an entire week, and so, the two of you figured to stay at your place for a few days. 
He had a terrible time falling asleep. Too many thoughts in his head. Thoughts such as, if you wake up one day and decided you didn’t want to bear his burden with him, well, he wouldn’t blame you. Thoughts such as, the longer he spends with you, the more he’d ruin you. Thoughts such as, he wanted to be okay. Just for a day. To be okay so you wouldn’t have a hard time.
A nightmare came for him that night. Nothing gruesome. Or perhaps it was. He couldn’t remember anymore. All he knew was that he grasped for your presence, only to wake up and realize you were gone.
His heart leapt to his throat and he ripped his sheet away to reach for his phone on your nightstand. A text message read: Heeeey, I had to leave super early. I have to deal with an emergency. Didn’t want to wake you. Tell me when you’re up though!
He was frustrated, immediately. First, at you, for leaving so early, then at himself, for thinking such things. It’s fine, he’ll deal with it. He had to learn to deal with his emotions by himself. He had to learn to be stronger for you.
His mood didn’t improve throughout the day. Even when he did some work to get his mind off of it.
Saeran slammed his laptop shut and leaned back on the couch. From his seat, he spotted the trash can. It was filled to the brim. Not only that, it couldn’t even close with how much trash there was. He remembered telling you to take that out 2 days ago, why is it still there?
The door clicked open then and you strode inside with a bag of groceries. “Oh hi, you’re up. Didn’t you see my text?”
He did. He didn’t really want to reply.
His lack of reply didn’t deter you. “I ran into an old classmate on the way home, she’s inviting me to a party, but honestly we weren’t even that close so I don’t know if I should go. I remember she once told me I had weird legs…” 
As you narrated your day, you organized the groceries.
Saeran was only half listening. The other half was sitting in a boiling pot of anger and frustration.
“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked when you noticed his unnatural silence. “Sorry that dinner is taking so long, do you want to eat something while you wait?”
Saeran rolled his eyes. “You know what I want? I want you to take out the trash already. It’s been a full 24 hours since I asked you to take it out and there it is. I can’t believe you can live in this kind of mess!”
“Oh, well I—”
“You’ve been walking around in the kitchen for nearly an hour, you don’t notice how the trash doesn’t even close anymore? You remember what your aunt said about your shirt 3 weeks ago but you can’t remember to take out the trash you see everyday? Grow up!”
He watched the expression on your face melt from surprise and confusion into quiet vitriol. Your breath heaved. His throat tightened. Then, came the tears. Your lips quivering with words you refused to release. Only then did he realize he’s gone too far.
Without a word, you put the potholder down on the counter and pull the trash bag out of the can and tie it off nicely. You crossed the room.
“MC, I—”
You held a hand up to stop him before grabbing your wallet and keys. “I love you, but I need a moment,” you told him before you walked out the door.
Saeran’s heart dropped to his gut when he heard the door shut. This was bad. This was really bad. You’ve had arguments before but this was the first time he’s seen you so angry you couldn’t even speak. 
He should go after you. Wait. No. That would be worse. You’ll be back. Right? What you said earlier definitely means you’ll come back. 
Shit. Shit. Shit. 
Saeran bolted out the door. Looking both ways on the street. You were nowhere to be found. 
He messed up big time. Why is he like this? Why her? Of all people why her?
Walking back inside, he tried not to panic. He should call you. His eyes jumped to the couch where his phone sat. He dialed your number only to discover that you had left your phone on the dinner table.
His fault. His fault. His fault. He’s shit. His fault. His fault. You left. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Not your fault. Not your fault. 
Saeran curled himself up on the wall next to the door.
He doesn’t know for how long he sat there. This wasn’t the first time this has happened. He’s snapped before…but… you always stayed. 
You always stayed…
The door clicked open and he sprang out of the ground.
There you were. Despite your insistence to look indifferent, the spot of redness under your eyes betrayed you. He did this to you. His fault. His fault. 
“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. I…I’m not okay… I’m not okay. It’s not your fault. I took it out on you and I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave again.” Tears started flowing down your cheeks and nails dug into his heart. He wanted to touch you. Was he allowed to touch you? Please just don’t leave.  “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I’ll do anything, just… I really didn’t—”
THWACK!
A cold object collided with his chest and landed on the ground. Saeran looked down and it was a packet of popsicle ice cream. He bent down to pick it up. When he looked up at you, you had wiped away your tears and had a pout on your face.
“Just eat your ice cream.”
Saeran hasn’t heard a louder I love you.
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sapphireicecream · 1 year
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Saeran x CMC Commission! 💖🎁🎈
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inspired by Love 'n Psyche
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 10 months
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Warning: implied/referenced stalking
‘You’re wonderful. Flawless, even.’
‘Mmm, flawless is pushing it.’ 
Her blush wasn’t very noticeable, a light pinkish tint on her warm brown skin, barely illuminated in the garden’s dim lighting. But Ray saw everything. Every little detail, every slight reaction; his senses were keenly honed in on every manner of her presence. He had no doubt his face looked a little flushed too but that was alright. After all, why hide it? She already knew how his heart raced for her.
‘Is it?’
‘I’m not as perfect as you think, Ray. No one is.’
‘Well, you are to me.’
‘Ahh…’ she made a flustered sound and covered her face with her hands. Ray smiled, willing her to move them. Show me your face, he thought, and as if hearing his silent plea, she parted her small hands like curtains, peeking up at him through delicate fingers.
‘You know exactly what to say to flatter someone, huh?’ 
He gave a quiet little chuckle. ‘Oh, I don’t know… I suppose it just comes easily to me when it’s you.’ He took her hands, gently peeling them away from her face and watching how her eyes widened slightly at the gesture. ‘Every moment I spend near you, I just can’t help but be aware of every single thing I like about you. Complimenting you feels like the most natural thing in the world.’ 
She flushed far more visibly at that. Ray laughed softly once more, his hands gently squeezing hers, preventing her from hiding behind them. Oh, how he delighted in those flaring cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to cup her face and gaze into those eyes, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs and muttering endless sweet praise to see just how red she would go. And he would mean every word. 
‘Um, th-thank you… I like you a lot too, Ray. Just- um- you haven’t known me for very long-’
I’ve known you for so much longer than you think… He wouldn’t dare utter such a thought out loud, however. Ray didn’t know how she would take it. She couldn’t know how many months he’d spent watching, waiting. Yearning. Would she be upset if she knew? Scared, even? Of course, he’d only ever done so with good intentions but what if she didn’t like it? What would she think of him? Would she call him a creep? Would she think him crazy if she knew exactly to what lengths he would go to keep her safe and in the palm of his hands? Would she try to run away? No, he couldn’t take that chance. He didn’t even want to even think about it.
‘I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of things you don’t like about me, to be honest. I don’t understand why you already seemed to like me so much so soon after meeting me for the first time...’
The girl’s words made him frown a little. Did she doubt his sincerity? Worse still, was it possible she was suspicious of him…?
She seemed to pick up on his concern, as she brought his hands to her chest and looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a shy but undeniably warm and reassuring smile, before she continued to speak.
‘What I mean is, I want to spend more time together, Ray. I want you to get to know me properly and I really want to know you. If you still like me so much after that… well, then we can keep going from there.’ There was still a faint blush over her features as she smiled up at him. The crinkles beneath her twinkling eyes made him think of the gentle creases and overlapping folds of petals around the stem of a rose. 
Ray wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she meant, but she’d said she liked him and that she wanted to spend more time with him, so, that was what mattered most, right?
‘I… like the sound of that. And Princess, I don’t think you could do anything at all to make me dislike you. I would do anything for you, MC.’
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mochiimiiki · 2 years
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| Mornings |
A/N: I got bored waiting on my plane after my train to paris was cancelled and this happened.
Warnings: not much, sevens real name, mentions of past trauma, ig a little angsty
Summary: Life after his after ending
Saeran groaned as he turned over, patting the bed subconsciously searching for your sleeping form. He was instantly alert the moment he realised you weren’t there. Fear and anxiety prickled up his spine as he was acutely aware of the fact he was alone, mind racing with the most terrifying of thoughts as to why you’d leave him alone.
His anxiety only settled when he heard the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. His shoulders slumped with relaxation as he sank back into the bed.
His foggy mind was clearing and he was coming to his senses, you were safe. You, Saeyoung and him. Everyone was safe, and well. He had nothing to fear.
And yet, the prickling sensation that something was wrong wouldn’t leave his mind until he had you in his arms again.
Leaving the sanctity of the bed he clambered out quietly in search of you.
His actions made no noise as he pulled open the door to your joint bedroom, his steps made no thumps as he quietly crossed the open kitchen. He made no noise as he silently watched you sway your hips as you hummed some unintelligible tune.
As you turned to pick up the milk carton you startled at his piercing stare. His bright, mint-eyes never failed to catch you off guard. They were always wide and alert, quietly observing the situation before them. A silent reminder to his tormented past.
“Oh, Saeran.” You breathed a sigh, hand over heart calming your racing beat. “You frightened me.”
Saeran’s calm face, studious eyes, broke out into a smile. Skin crinkling around his eyes. He chuckled. “Good morning, my love.” It was a reminder that his past was his past, you were his future. Standing before him cooking, messily.
You hummed your appraise and he moved further towards you, hands gravitating towards your waist as he stood silently behind you. He pressed a kiss in between your shoulder blades. He felt your body shudder against his and a chuckle slipped past his lips.
“I love you.” He whispered to you, it was a silent plea to never leave him.
“I love you.“ You repeated, a reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.
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cornerofdrawings · 1 year
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I love seeing Ray and Saeran in the same drawing
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pandamimi · 1 year
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A commission for my cute friend Jenni 🩵🧡
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hridtheinquisitor · 2 years
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I can’t thank @pili-art enough for the beautiful drawing 💙🥰 I love them so much! And her outfit is stunning! I’m absolutely in love with this piece
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asterjennifer · 1 year
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🎀 The passion in nature can reflect the same passion inside our hearts. And I'm sure you can tell who's passionate here..
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This absolutely gorgeous commission's done by Ayyunsart on Instagram TvT 🎀
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marshmallowprotection · 2 months
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Typha
Pairing: SE Saeran/Lila [CMC] ; Minor Saeyoung/Judas[CMC]/Minji[CMC] Description: Saeyoung knows that the right thing to do might not always be the safest path taken but he'll always take it if it means his brother gets to smile again. Word Count: 3,379[AO3]
“Has he made any progress, Saeyoung?” 
Saeyoung didn’t say anything but his face said enough. 
As he sat on a chair outside of the hospital room that had long been claimed by his little brother, he felt lost. There was no other way to describe what he was going through. He felt lost because it was the first time in his life he didn't know what to do to make his brother smile again.
It didn't matter how much he tried to talk to him, the result was always the same. Saeran screamed at him to go away and eventually, he would, leaving his brother to watch the clouds while he sat in a chair outside. Saeyoung could never go too far… he knew he had to be close enough if something went wrong. 
He had no clue how to move forward and help Saeran the way he needed to be helped. The doctors weren’t sure, either. His brother turned down treatment after treatment, and he wanted nothing to do with anything the hospital wanted him to do.
One of the many specialists told him that it was likely a byproduct of whatever had happened to him in the organization he was rescued from. There was no denying that Saeran had been forced to do things that… he wouldn’t have done otherwise in Mint Eye.
But, he couldn’t deny the doctors for much longer… they would give up on him before… before he even had a chance. 
Saeyoung wanted to help his twin. But, he was at a loss for words as well. He didn't know his brother anymore, and the image he held in his mind was of a child who needed him to protect him. Saeran was no longer a kid, and Saeyoung wasn’t, either. It wasn’t fair that their lives were sent into a downward spiral of begotten trust, but nothing could be done to change what had already happened.
The only thing he knew was that he wouldn’t allow the doctors to force treatments. It was a clear boundary Saeran set to anyone who spoke to him, and if that was what he wanted, Saeyoung would make sure he had that right. 
He didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, but he had to stay in the hospital until they could stabilize his weight and ensure he was detoxing from the toxic cocktail of drugs Rika forced down his throat for years.
They still weren't sure of the chemical makeup of what went into the stuff she called the elixir, but what they had found made it out to be some of the worst stuff she could have ever gotten her hands on. 
The batches weren't always the same, which meant she had to go out of her way to find people to supply ingredients, and given that many of the survivors complained of different side effects—there wasn’t a way to know what the long-term effects of the drug would do to the victims, from the more severe cases like Saeran to those who’d joined Mint Eye right before the collapse.
The more that Saeyoung thought about it, the sicker he felt. He couldn’t fester in his anger for long, at least, not when he was in public. 
However, his disgust toward Rika and all members of her group who weaponized medication and illicit drugs was apparent. The situation could be taken at face value. Saeyoung hated her for the pain she put his brother through and he wouldn’t stop hating her until the day he died. As long as there was a damned beating heart inside his chest, he would hate Rika Kim. 
If there was a way for him to hate her after death, he would find a way to make that possible as well. 
He sucked in a breath and glanced over his shoulder at the skewed window of Saeran’s hospital room. “Well, the doctors gave him the notepad he wanted since it doesn’t seem like he’ll get his voice back any time soon. He hasn’t said a word to anyone, and the doctors are not sure when he might get his voice back. One of the nurses said it might be from shock, and I don’t think that’s wrong. But, if that is the case, it means he’s haunted by what happened when I was—” 
Unconscious. 
The word wasn’t spoken but he knew Minji understood what he meant. Despite Vanderwood’s best attempt to make sure he didn’t end up bleeding out, the blood loss wasn’t something that could be stopped once it started. The tourniquet made sure he didn't lose it earlier than he did, but somewhere during their stint in the damned basement, it became undone and by the time they were yanked into the church, it was too late to keep him stable. 
“Saeyoung, honeypie. It’s not your fault. I know you don’t believe that, but it’s the truth. Neither Judas nor Vanderwood could stop what happened that day, either. Those two are the reason Lila was able to survive before they brought her to the hospital. I’m sure it must be frightening for Saeran to think about what happened. He was afraid, not thinking clearly, and he lashed out to protect you. I know he was. Rika… Rika told them to take you away and that… I… I think that’s what set him off.” 
Minji rested a hand against his shoulder and an award-winning smile danced across her features. It didn’t bring him peace but it did make him feel a little better to know that his partners were there with him. He wasn’t alone and he didn’t have to handle everything alone. 
That was his normal, though, and while it was difficult to adjust to letting the people who loved him look out for him, he was grateful to see them smile at him nonetheless. 
Saeyoung buried his face in his hands. He wouldn’t cry in public, not where anyone could see him when he needed to present himself as strong and in control, but he would let his guard down just a bit with Minji there to remind him he was okay. He couldn’t believe it, but as long as she was with him, he could pretend that things were… going to be okay. 
He had to take her word for it at the end of the day. She would never lie to him about what she saw happen in front of her, and she was a person who knew how to read other people in tense situations. The fact was both to her benefit and detriment. If she believed Saeran to be afraid for his safety despite everything that happened, he knew it had to be the case. 
Those golden eyes of hers saw the truth in many things he was blind to, and hearing her gentle murmur made a world of difference. 
It didn't change the guilt he felt, of course not, but it did make him feel like there was a chance he and Saeran would be able to reconnect somewhere down the line. 
“I should’ve done a better job at wrapping that tourniquet. If I’d been conscious for just a minute longer… Saeran wouldn’t be upset with himself for hurting her,” Saeyoung muttered. If he acted faster and thought harder about what he needed to do, Saeran would have had no reason to brandish his gun. ”I know that’s what’s bothering him but Jumin suggested if he heard anything about her condition, good or bad, he might lose himself again. The doctors are concerned that even the mention of her name might send him back to square one, too.”
Saeran kept writing the same thing on his notepad. He told everyone who came near him to go away. Saeyoung wondered if that would be different if the right person showed up. 
Would he tell Lila to go away if she had the power to visit? Would he let her stay and make the others go? If that was the case, he deserved to see a face that made him happy, but if he felt guilty over what he did to her, then seeing her face would crush him. If there was only guilt on his shoulders, then he would never let himself see her ever again! 
Would he throw that notepad at her to make her leave and never come back just on the off chance he hurt her again? 
In hindsight, it wasn't any different than what he did to Judas and Minji in an act of desperation to protect them from what he was afraid of. He hurt them thinking that it would be better to send them away.
He was a risk to their safety; Minji, because she was an innocent girl who dreamed of being the owner of a cafe. Judas, because he was already on borrowed time from everything out to get him and he didn’t deserve to go through worse for his sake. 
The only difference between the two of them was that he had the chance to be with the people he loved, and Saeran didn't have that choice. It hurt in a way that felt intimately familiar to him.  
At this rate, even if they told his brother that he had to leave the hospital after they gave him the least amount of care they were legally obligated to give him, his health on the other side would never have a good outlook if he couldn’t find meaning.
It wasn’t easy to see a purpose in life when all you knew was bleak darkness. Saeyoung knew that well, but he didn’t want his baby brother to lose the one connection that made him happy at the worst point of his life. 
What was the right thing to do? 
What was the best thing to do for Saeran’s sake? 
What would bring Saeran’s smile back? 
“I hate being told that Saeran can’t hear about the one person he gives a damn about.” 
It was the truth. 
Saeyoung wasn’t happy about it. 
The one person who stood by his brother’s side for the better part of the last couple of months was that girl from America who stumbled into his path at the wrong place, yet at the right time. She adored his brother and he knew that. Nobody in this world other than him held that fiery look in their eyes when they saw someone that Saeran was afraid of. She was willing to be by his side without a moment’s hesitation. She deserved to be close to him if… that was what they wanted. 
She wasn’t afraid to plant her feet in front of Saeran and fight for him. 
Saeyoung respected the hell out of that, and he was proud to call her family for it. He might not have known what she was to Saeran and in turn, what he was to her, but there was not a doubt in his mind that they cared about each other in a way nobody else could understand. They went through something that not many people would be able to empathize with, much less sympathize with, and it bonded them. 
He knew there had to be more to their bond than months of crying and clinging to survival, but without seeing them together, he had no way of knowing if being together would make them as happy as Minji assumed it would. 
Not only was she willing to take a bullet for Saeran, but she’d taken multiple “cleansings” in his stead to ensure he didn’t end up worse for wear time and time again. She risked her health and safety because she knew he would be destroyed if he ended up in the basement one more time.
She didn't have to do that.
She could’ve valued her safety and let him suffer, but she didn't do that. 
She wasn’t that kind of person. 
Minji could attest to that, after all. 
“I don’t like it, either,” Minji’s voice soured. It was unlike her to let loose her anger and frustration but it was nice to know he wasn’t alone in that. “She… would benefit so much from being able to see him. I told her that he’s okay but that’s not enough, is it? I could tell her anything, after all. Even if she’s sure I’d never lie to her face, that doesn’t change the fact that I could. That isn’t fair to her or Saeran.” 
Of course, she was preaching to the choir, but it was nice to know she shared the same sentiment with him. Of course, she would. She was the kind of girl who believed in Happily Ever After for everyone, even if it wasn't easy to get there.
She wasn't the type of girl who wanted to take no for an answer when it came to matters of the heart. It was one of the reasons why he fell victim to her charm in the first place. Well, it was either that or those delicious lemon squares. 
"Isn’t there something we can do about that, Saeyoung? Don’t you think we can tell the specialists that keeping them separated is doing more harm than it is doing either of them any good?” 
It wasn't like he hadn't already tried to reason with them for his Saeran’s sake. It didn't seem to matter how much he thought it would do his brother good to be around a friendly face, they had a different idea in mind when it came to his health. He could continue to beg and plead with the doctors about it, or he could take matters into his own hands instead. 
Quietly, Saeyoung pulled himself up and gestured for her to sit down. “Babe, I know you mean well and you’re doing your best to make me feel better but that’s not why you dropped by the hospital and you know it. Dr. Kang called you again, didn’t he?” 
Minji offered a sheepish smile. 
“Okay, okay. I’ll take the hint. Call me if anything changes with Saeran while I’m away, alright?” 
“You got it! Make sure to ice your shoulder before you leave, too! It was as tense as cold butter when I touched you. As much as I like cold chunks of butter in my dough, I don’t think it’ll do your arm any good,” she smiled into the kiss they shared before he left her to tap away on her phone in the chatroom. 
It was of no surprise to him to see Judas teasing her on the other side of her phone. It was good to know they had each other when he was… at a loss like this. Warm, inviting, and comfortable, that was the best way to describe their dynamic. He knew there would always be lemon and blueberry waiting just beyond the horizon. They would be there for him and he would be there to catch them when they needed him. 
That was what Saeran needed. 
“I’ll make sure to pound out the butter for your dough this time, lemonpie.” 
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Piercing gold eyes met baby browns in the early hours of the morning and not a single soul stirred in that hallway outside of the two of them. It was a silent morning, one without the hum of cicadas, but he could almost hear the sound of Lila’s ragged heartbeat as she stared at him and the imposing door that kept her away from Saeran. 
“Jumin might’ve given the order to keep you away from him, but I’m not going to stop you,” Saeyoung said in a hushed tone.
She gasped but put a hand over her mouth immediately without a second thought. “I knew the offer would be too tempting for you to ignore. I can’t promise you a long time with him but I can guarantee ten minutes, maximum. Judas and I… pulled a lot of strings to make this possible and let’s just say Jumin should never find out about that. Do you understand?” 
Lila nodded. She knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. If that was all she could have with him, then she would take it. Her nervous hand gripped the doorknob for a moment as if not sure if she should go inside to see him, after all. It was her decision whether she wanted to see him or not, and Saeyoung wasn’t going to force it on Lila. 
She could visit him if she wanted to do that and leave without saying a single thing if she wanted, too. Even with that look on her face, he knew she wanted to go inside. She wanted to see him and stay with him.
There was no way that he could make sure she could be with him for as long as she wanted, or better yet, as long as Saeran wanted if he wanted to see her. It was risky enough that he went this far. It didn't matter how anxious she might’ve been about seeing him, though, Minji made it clear to him that the only thing Lila talked about in her sleep was seeing him again. 
She wasn't upset with him about what happened because she knew that he didn’t intend to hurt her that day. He hadn’t wanted to hurt anything, that wasn’t who his baby brother was!
Saeran might’ve been cagey and afraid to exist in a world that forced him to suppress every emotion in his heart but his anger, but his gentle heart still existed all the same. 
No pain in this world would destroy Saeran’s gentle heart… not for good. It might’ve been suffocated, it might’ve been stomped on, and it might’ve been treated with contempt but it would never be destroyed.
That was how he found a person who adored him even if he didn’t think he was worthy of it. Someone saw the beauty in his heart and gave him a chance to find himself again. 
If Saeyoung couldn’t reach his brother the way he wanted to, then he knew the next step was to stand aside and let the person he trusted more than him take a shot at it.
He had to admit that it made him feel like less of a good big brother to see that he wasn't the one who could help Saeran the most, but at this point, he was desperate. He was desperate to see his brother make some progress for the better. 
“Thank you,” she whispered as the door began to open, and she slipped inside. She didn’t bother to look back but Saeyoung didn’t expect her to hesitate when Saeran was just on the other side. “I’ll always be grateful for this, Saeyoung.” 
You don’t have to thank me. 
It was the right thing to do. 
Saeyoung stood up and decided to take a glimpse inside through the crack in the door. He saw his brother stare at Lila with uncertainty in his eyes but she was fast to respond to his trepidation. She held out a teddy bear she must’ve grabbed from one of the gift shops and held it in front of him.
He stared at the gift for a moment before letting it slip into his hands, his fingers almost brushing against hers but to no avail did they meet in the middle.
Lila didn't seem disappointed by that, though. 
She just seemed to see him again. 
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He gently stroked the top of her bear and she pointed at it, mouthing something Saeyoung couldn’t quite make out. It seemed to be just enough to make Saeran's pain lessened... if only by a bit. He didn't flinch or tremble. He didn't smile or laugh. But, he let her stay and that was more than he allowed anyone to do.
It wasn’t his business either way, but that smile on her face seemed to wash away the tension in Saeran’s shoulders like an afternoon shower during summertime when all the plants wanted a single drop of water to remind them they were alive.
His face didn’t change, almost impossible to read, but that small nudge was enough to bring Saeyoung the peace he needed to know that someday—
Saeran would be okay. 
[Reference from @/NT_MT_CM]
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"A... cake?" Natasha's expression was the epitome of confusion as she blinked repeatedly at the shiny plate placed on her desk, with a slice of what seemed to be a fresh-prepared cake resting on top of it. When Saeran suddenly disappeared for hours on end, she was not expecting to see this once he came back. What kind of trick was this exactly...?
Though, her boss's proud and puffed up appearance indicated that he was more than pleased with himself. Who knows why. Either way, she could only guess that it was going to be at her expense. As it usually was.
Saeran snickered, moving the plate closer to his perplexed assistant. While he usually hated that dumb, doe-eyed look on her face, making her feel all stupid was exactly what he was hoping for right now. He marveled at the opportunity to rob her of any sense of control. At least, that's how he viewed this whole exchange. "Don't give me that look. I know you're probably desperate to take a bite. Trust me, it's just as delicious as it looks. Strawberries are your favorite, are they not?"
Natasha's nose scrunched up slightly as her thoughts raced to make sense of this entire predicament. What was happening? Did they even have time on their hands for... whatever this was? She's pretty sure they had a deadline approaching just hours away... Then again, Saeran's methods were far different from Ray's carefully organized work flow. And he probably wouldn't appreciate her criticizing his work ethic.
She opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by an insufferable groan as Saeran grabbed the plate back into his hand and separated a rather generous piece of cake with a fork, quickly thrusting it to her mouth. When she didn't respond right away, he raised a brow and pushed the sweet treat against her lips, but not going any further than that. She could smell the sweet vanilla mixed in with the strawberry, definitely making her mouth water a little. It sure looked and smelled tasty.
"Go ahead, then. Open wide. You did such a good job with your studies yesterday, I would be a terrible boss not to praise my little pet for being good."
...Alright, now she's sure this is a trick. He wasn't being very subtle about it.
She was unsure if Saeran just didn't want to put in the effort needed for a believable performance or if he really believed this would work on her. Either way, it's not like she was about to call him out on that. As far as she could see, he was in a good mood for once, and she would rather keep it that way. Whatever it may have in store for her.
So, Natasha sighed and leaned in to take the fork into her mouth. Only to have it snatched away from her in an instant. She just watched as Saeran put the piece of cake into his own mouth and exploded in a fit of roaring laughter that bounced off the bare walls of the Intelligence room. He laughed so hard, he even put an arm over his stomach, an action that probably wasn't fully conscious as his body shook in response to the waves of amusement he seemed to find in this whole exchange. She's pretty sure she never saw him laugh this hard before, especially over something so... to be completely frank, rather stupid.
Throughout it all, Natasha remained silent, feeling both puzzled and intrigued. Saeran sure was a mystery. She's pretty sure that the laughter was genuine. Did he seriously find it this funny? It was almost kind of... cute. In a very peculiar way. She was starting to understand why he looked so proud and energized when he entered. Did he plan this whole thing in advance? Now if that isn't excessive, she doesn't know what is.
It appeared that Saeran would have a good time playing pranks. Though, he probably didn't know about that activity in the first place. And she wasn't about to tell him. Who knows what kind of things she would have to deal with if she does.
"Oh, you should've seen your face! God- You looked so dumb!" Saeran cackled and started to bang his hand against the table a little. Natasha found it hard to suppress her own laughter when she saw the unusual sight, having to bite her lip to prevent anything from slipping. Saeran looked so proud of himself, that she is sure he was blissfully unaware of just how silly this all looked from the outside perspective. If he did, he wouldn't be acting this way in the first place.
"You got me, boss... How could you do this?" She found herself playing along, even though she couldn't control the light smile on her face as her eyes kept following the hacker. There was some amusement to be found in this strange situation. One she wouldn't voice outloud, but would indulge in nonetheless.
Saeran seemed totally oblivious to the 'victim' of his prank having a good time. After a bout of laughter, he released a final loud 'Ha!' before settling down and crossing his arms over his chest cockily. He leaned his hip against the desk in a way that radiated arrogance.
"You must be a real airhead if you think I would ever bake a cake just for you! This should be a nice lesson for you, assistant. Be grateful I am willing to give you such a heads-on approach."
Natasha blinked. Stumped.
Wait-
Did he...
Did Saeran make this cake? To perform this 'prank' on her? Is that why he was gone for hours? Was he out there, baking a whole entire cake, just for a joke?
"...You are something else boss" She murmured after a brief pause, shaking her head slightly.
"I sure am."
He was unaware of what she meant by that, wasn't he? By the looks of his confident smirk, he thought she was impressed by him or something. And, in a way, she was.
Just not in the way he would be pleased with, probably.
Still, in spite of it all, it was... nice to see this more silly and lighthearted side of Saeran. Even if it was in such a bizarre manner. She didn't mind being the cause of his laughter occasionally. Maybe she'll put up with some silly pranks in the future.
...And, his smile appeared somewhat cute for a brief moment when he was consumed by his own enjoyment and didn't care about appearing intimidating. A small glimpse into the human side of him that he seemed so set on denying. She kind of wished to see that more often.
Turns out, Saeran is a very talented baker.
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Saeran and Chunhwa's wedding. Based on Cheritz's recent wedding event.
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