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saey-bae · 2 years

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Saeyoung Choi/OC - Bet on Me

this was written for the @nostringsdetached zine back in august 2021. the free zine bundle can be found here.

big, big love and thanks to my art partner bluecat and a belated thank you to the nsd team for having me, they were an absolute pleasure! cheers 💜

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Like all problems, it started with the little things.

It started with Pokemon Go.

It started with Chansey, with its little dancing back and forth motion, taunting as Saki tried to catch it with a dwindling number of pokeballs.

Why was it so hard to catch?

Over the course of a half hour, she saw why this had become a last resort game. Ever since she’d moved in with Saeyoung, going outside had become a bit of a distant memory. Like a twice a month they’re-in-dire-need-of-HBC-and-PhD-Pepper kind of deal, Lately, it’d even been less than that— ever since he’d started visiting Saeran at the hospital, he began doing grocery runs by himself on the way back. She’d protested over that, but he insisted that it was much needed quiet time.

So that left her here, sitting by herself in the bunker in worry and playing a last resort game because she’d already played everything else. Perhaps she should’ve taken up Saeyoung's offer on that fake GPS tool.

“Ai cham,” she grumbled, watching as the pink blob broke a fourth pokeball. She tossed another berry its way. “C’mon, I’ll treat you to something nice. Come to me.”

"What kind of treat?" A pair of arms suddenly draped around her from the back of the couch and she startled, looking up. Golden eyes glittered back, much more amused than she’d seen in a long while. Good. Looks like the visit to Saeran went well. "Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Saki shook her head, tongue tied for a moment as she tried to think of an excuse. “Wh-when did you even get in? I didn’t hear the door open.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He pressed a finger to his smiling lips. “Now where's my treat?"

"Not for you." She considered asking about Saeran, before thinking better of it and wiggling her phone in his direction instead. "For her. She just doesn't want to get caught and I'm running out of pokeballs."

Saeyoung blinked at the screen for a moment. She could see the gears turning in that brilliant head of his, that spark in his eyes when presented with a challenge. "If I catch her for you, will you make me a treat?"

"Depends on the treat."

He grinned. "Bibimbap."

Saki sighed, pretending to consider for a moment. She didn't particularly like cooking but Saeyoung loved it when she cooked for him —he claimed food tasted better when it was hers— and it’d been so long since she’d seen him so playful. It wasn’t even in question, really.

“Oh, alright."

"Yay!" He leaned over, pressing his finger to her screen, then swiped. She held her breath as the little red ball wiggled a couple of times before coming to a stop.

Chansey has been caught!

"Whoa, what?" She pointed at the screen, then at him. "How?"

"Magic fingers." He wiggled said fingers at her, laughing. "Bibimbap for dinner tonight?"

"Hold on, that's gotta be a fluke." She pouted. This was the most time she’d spent with him this week, and she’d be damned if she didn’t want at least a little more of it. "I probably made it easier for you to catch. If I threw another ball, I could have caught her too."

"Oh really?" His glasses glinted. Her boyfriend was, all in all, probably the most laid back person she knew. Very few things ruffled his feathers. But after some months of living together, she'd found out that he could be competitive, given the right mood. "So what do you want to do about it?"

This certainly was the right mood.

"Whoever catches the most Pokemon by the end of the day wins. If you win, I'll make you bibimbap for the week. If I win, I don't have to cook."

He rubbed his chin in mock thought. "Hmm, I don't know… just one week of bibimbap?"

"Bibimbap whenever you want for the next two weeks?"

There was that glint again. "You have my attention."

“For a month?”

“Deal!”

And that's how the two of them ended up spending the entire day catching Pokemon, sprawled out on the couch and basking in the little victories and grumbles at defeat. Every so often, she’d glance over at him to see his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, adorable even in concentration. Perhaps she should have concentrated just as hard instead of staring though, because at the end of the night—

"So… bibimbap for dinner?"

"It's midnight, Saeyoung."

"Is that a yes?"

Saki couldn't help but laugh at the way he wiggled his brows at her. How could she deny a face like that? "Yes."

After all was said and done, the bibimbap turned out to be satisfying. What was even more satisfying was Saeyoung's over-the-top praise and that grin, the kind that had his cheeks rosy and his eyes sparkling. It was so warm, so content; it had her heart fluttering. She’d almost forgotten how wonderful it was to spend so much time with her boyfriend. But such a wonderful treat set a sort of precedent for little bets here and there.

Like whoever could stuff the most grapes in their mouth would forgo laundry for a week. (Saeyoung won that one. He managed to fit in 20 grapes.)

Or whoever could find out what was in Jumin's secret RFA folder could skip dish duty for three days. (Saki won that one. They were pictures of Elizabeth the 3rd. Why they were relevant, she didn’t know— but Saeyoung was intent on getting his hands on that folder now.)

After that, she regrettably won the eating contest. Or perhaps Saeyoung let her win. Either way, she’d gotten sick and he was seemingly intent on forgetting about the bet altogether, choosing to usher her into bed instead.

“I’m fine, though,” she protested, but offered little resistance as he tucked the covers over her. Though he often checked in with how she was doing, it really had been some time since her boyfriend had truly fussed over her. Because between these little competitions, he was still busy. Busy with Saeran at the hospital. Busy with the RFA. Busy with noisy, unkind thoughts; the ones that clouded his eyes and rendered him silent for long stretches of time. And she slowly came to realize that these brief moments of petty competitions seemed to be the only reprieve he had from his own head.

“Even if you’re okay, you should try to get some sleepy-sleeps. You’ve been sleeping at weird hours lately because of me.” He tapped the tip of her nose, his faint smile gentle. “I’ll go make you some soup. It’ll be out of a can, so don’t expect too much, okay?”

As he turned to leave, her fingers caught on his sleeve, tugging. He turned back, his own fingers coming around to wrap around hers. “Wait. Will you come to bed with me instead?”

Saeyoung paused, his gaze resting on her for a brief moment before they strayed. “Well…”

“Please?”

“Alright.” There was that faint smile again, but this one held no warmth. Contrastingly, as he climbed into bed and curled his body around hers, all she could feel was his warmth. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

His arms curved around her waist, drawing her to his chest as his breath tickled the shell of her ear. The unfamiliar feeling had Saki shuddering, heat blooming where their bodies met. She wished she could have him like this more often, but she couldn’t tell him that. Not when he was working so hard to support his brother. Not after all that had happened with V, Rika, and the RFA. She just couldn’t fit into those spaces that had carved themselves into his time.

But she would wait. He was worth every second of it.

“You’re all quiet.” His voice sent shivers down her spine. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing at all.” Her hand found his, fingers interlinking. “People don’t speak when they sleep, silly.”

He hummed, nose nestling into the nape of her neck. “I guess you’re right.”

A pause.

“So... I did win the bet.”

Saeyoung exhaled a laugh, hot and breathy as it fanned against her skin. “Yeah, but then you got sick after. I don’t think we can call that a real victory, right?”

“We absolutely can.” Saki turned over, rather serious in her declaration as she pinned him with a look. “It’s called committing to the cause.”

He leaned forward, his forehead came to meet hers. “Committing, hm?”

“Absolutely.”

“Since you’re so committed, why don’t I give you an even better prize?”

“A better prize than walking around in a maid’s dress for a week?” She quirked a brow. “What could that possibly be?”

“I would never deprive myself of wearing a maid’s dress!” He drew back in mock disdain, lips pursed. “This would just be a bonus, but if you don’t want it…”

“No, I do! I do.” She pulled him back until his forehead touched hers again, even as her chest tightened. She wanted so much of him when he had nothing left to give, and here he was, offering just a bit more.

“What’s that face?” He cupped her cheek, thumb grazing across her skin lightly. “I thought you said that you wanted a bonus?”

“I do.” She felt herself forcing a smile. She’d have to insist on resting before he’d even consider doing so himself. “I’m just feeling tired now, that’s all. Will you sleep with me?”

“Alright.” His arms came to wrap around her once more, pulling her flush against his chest. In the silence, Saki listened to his heart beat, letting the steady pace lull her.

Did her presence give him the same sort of soothing that he gave her? In the way that eased the knots in her chest and cleared all the thoughts in her head?

And was he comfortable?

Was he okay?

As she felt herself drift off, she thought she’d heard him whisper something, but by then she was too far gone to hear it.

—

It was some days later after the eating competition fiasco that Saki decided the laundry had to be done. Saeyoung had kept her bedridden for some odd days, insisting that she needed to take it easy, but that meant the dirty clothes basket had grown to monstrous proportions since she’d last seen it. And while her boyfriend technically could have done it himself, he had won the grape bet. Besides, he had a terrible track record with laundry. Separating colours from whites? Hot water or cold water? How much laundry detergent again?

He was a brilliant man, that she knew. But doing laundry somehow broke his brain and she really couldn’t be fussed to walk him through the instructions today when she could do it herself.

Saki got to work, separating clothes into different hampers and bringing them to the washing machine. It was mindless work, but it kept her body busy and her thoughts occupied.

Checking the time between loads, she’d expected him to have long left for the hospital by then. But when she went to check in his mancave, she caught Saeyoung hunched over his desk, writing.

"Jagiya?" She peered in. Force of habit had her scanning the floors for empty chip bags. "You're still here?"

He startled, his head jerking up at the sound of her voice. "Oh! What time is it?"

"Quarter past four."

"Shit." He stood, tidying the work space. She averted her eyes.

Saeyoung's way of tidying consisted of haphazardly shuffling papers into a stack, then pushing it back into a corner to join the other haphazardly balanced stacks. His desk was the one part of the house that intimidated Saki the most.

"You didn’t visit Saeran today?" When he didn't respond, she looked back at him, only to see him close distance between the two of them with two long strides. In his outstretched hand was an envelope.

"This is for you." When she didn't immediately reach for it, he pushed it into her hands gently. His eyes met hers, reassuring. “He said he needed a break from me.”

“Was it a good idea to listen?” She managed a half-smile. “I’m sure he thinks he needs a break from you everyday.”

“Probably.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, silence settling in the small, yet large gap between her and Saeyoung. Looking up at him, she found that her chest ached at the sight. Perhaps it was because she wasn't used to seeing him before supper nowadays. Perhaps it was because she wanted to hug him, but didn't quite know how to ask.

“So you’ve been hiding out here since lunch?” is what came out instead.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Not hiding. You just never came in.”

"My bad. But you know that I try to avoid this room as much as possible." Saki mock shuddered. "This mancave… it scares me."

He grinned. "And that's what makes it a good mancave."

"If you say so." Her eyes flickered down to the envelope in her hands, fingers tracing along the edges. "What's this, anyway?"

"It's the bonus." His hand closed around one of hers. "I'll see you at dinner tonight?"

"You don't have to…"

"I know." When Saki looked up, his smile was kind.

"Well then... I look forward to whatever this bonus is." She reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he turned at the last moment and caught her lips instead.

Warm, soft, supple. Tasted suspiciously of Honey Buddha Chips.

She was in love.

Slowly, Saeyoung withdrew. There must have been some poorly concealed disappointment on her face because he laughed, all the while leaning in for another peck. "I'll see you soon. I promise."

"Okay," she said, even though she wasn't quite ready to let him go yet. "Have a great day. I hope the visit goes well."

He only smiled before turning to leave.

Once Saki heard the front door click shut, her eyes turned back to the envelope. It was a simple white, smudged with erasers and pencil marks. She couldn't help but smile, tracing it with her fingers.

Flipping it over, she pulled out the card. Again, a plain white but this time with a watercolour of a bouquet. On the inside, in his distinct chicken scratch: "Someone will be coming by to pick you up at 7 pm. Dress fancy!"

She kept re-reading the two sentences, uncomprehending. 7 pm? That was dinner, right? Just when she thought her boyfriend couldn’t be any more cryptic, he’d outdid himself again. But then again, that was part of his charm.

She could only smile to herself wryly as she went to get ready.

It took her some time to lay out all the dresses she owned. She figured that out of all the clothes she owned, they'd seen the least amount of action— besides, he did say to dress fancy. (Not that she was fully convinced that her definition of fancy remotely aligned with his.)

Eventually, she settled on a flowy blouse and a long skirt, the kind with a narrow waist and fluttering hem that kissed her ankles. Make-up soon adorned her cheeks with careful, even brush strokes. She had even spritzed on a little perfume.

Just as she finished touching up her lipstick, she heard the doorbell ring.

She hurried to the door, opening it to reveal a redheaded man dressed in a full suit and a chauffeur cap.

"Hello. I'm here to pick up Saki."

If she had even the slightest doubt about whether the smile under the cap belonged to her boyfriend, the chirpy voice silenced it instantly.

"Are you my driver tonight?" She quirked a brow.

Saeyoung's grin was wide, sparkling. It was a smile she hadn’t seen in months. "I sure am. Are you ready to go?"

Saki couldn't help but giggle, reaching out to wrap her arm around his. He led her out of the bunker complex and to the limousine parked outside.

When he opened the back door for her, she had half a mind to protest —she wanted to sit with him, after all— but something in his eyes gave her pause. It was an insistence, almost a pleading, and she found herself unable to say no.

As he pulled out of the driveway and onto the roads, she realized that Saeyoung wasn't going at the breakneck speeds she was used to with him; instead, it was steady and… surprisingly, at the speed limit. Almost immediately, she could tell that they were headed towards the city, where the bright lights kissed the horizon.

It wasn't long before they passed the street lamps dotting across the highway and drove through the main roads of Seoul. Restaurants, karaoke, bars… they all glowed with neon signs. Through the windows, people seemed to be laughing and enjoying their time; they looked happy and full of life.

Her chest warmed. Soon, she'd be able to spend time with Saeyoung like that too.

After passing by another couple of busy streets, the car came to a rolling stop in front of a darkened restaurant.

Well... this wasn’t exactly the neon lights she’d found herself hoping for.

Saki peered out into the night, blinking. The Garden?

The Garden was a rather upscale restaurant in downtown Seoul, one that boasted fresh vegetables from its own rooftop garden. She'd been wanting to go with Saeyoung for a while, though the time was never quite right. In fact, she hadn't brought it up in a while. It was so out of question, she didn’t even realize it was an option. How did he remember?

She reached out to open the car door, but Saeyoung beat her to it. It swung open, and a hand outstretched to meet hers as she climbed out.

"You remembered that I wanted to come here." She looked up at Saeyoung, endeared by how his cheeks had turned pink.

"Of course I did." He had taken off the cap at some point and, having nothing else to fiddle with, ran a hand through his hair several times. It stuck up every which way with each stroke.

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for yet." He closed his hand around Saki’s, gently tugging as he urged her to follow him.

The two of them made their way into the restaurant, only to find it just as dark as it appeared to be from the outside- and deserted as well.

No way this place wouldn't be busy on a Friday night.

"Wh- wait- why is it-?"

But Saeyoung only pulled her along further towards the back until the two of them stood in front of an "Employees Only" door. Opening the door revealed a flight of stairs that headed upwards. He gestured for her to enter.

"Should we be going here?" Saki looked around, then back at him. "What's going on, Saeyoung?"

"Go on. Trust me." He reached out, his thumb smoothing over her cheek.

His gaze was warm and unwavering, and it spurred her forward. She climbed up the stairs slowly, though the sight that met her at the top had her gasping.

The rooftop garden was gorgeous, its ledges covered with pots of vegetable and fruit bearing plants. Vines and leaves curled around stone, colouring the grey with vibrant greens. Little lamps adorned the spaces between the pots, warm light emanating from each one. And in the centre of the garden, the plants had been cleared for a small table and a little radio set.

"Saeyoung?" Saki stared at the view before her, a heaviness in her chest and a knot in her throat.

“Yeah?” His soft voice came from beside her, and she turned to see him smiling brightly. At her expression, though, it dimmed. “You don’t... like it?”

“Oh- oh no. I love it.” She swiped at her wet eyes before remembering she had make up on, switching to dabbing gently like she hadn’t just furiously wiped them. “This place is beautiful. How did you manage to get a reservation like this?”

“It’s a secret.” He pressed a finger to his lips smiling, though his relaxing shoulders told her he was more relieved than anything else. His hand stretched out to take hers. “Will you dance with me?”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

He drew her to the centre of the garden, sweeping her into his arms. Snuggly pressed together, the two of them swayed to the same rhythm of an unheard song. The stars danced above with them, twinkling against velvet darkness.

“Comfortable?” His voice was a low hum.

“Yeah.” She spoke thickly, the lump still stuck in her throat. She wondered how long he’d been planning to take her to this restaurant-- how long he’d been planning to take her out anywhere, really.

“Are you-”

“I can’t believe- oh.”

The both of them drew back, eyes meeting before averting as they both chuckled nervously.

“You go first,” he insisted gently.

“I just… This is such a wonderful surprise. I can’t believe we’re here.” Saki inched closer, her fingers tightening where she held onto his shirt. “I appreciate this more than you know.”

“This doesn’t even begin to show you how much I appreciate you. You’ve been so patient with me while I’ve had to take care of Saeran.” He blinked, eyes suddenly misty. “Things are going well at the hospital because I’ve had you to support me. I wanted to thank you somehow; I figured this would be a good start.”

He leaned forward, his forehead pressed against hers gently. His glasses smudged against her cheek, a gentle deterrent, but she only pressed in further.

The two of them swayed for a long moment, his arms warm and comforting around her. But perhaps there was something fundamentally wrong with her, with the way she itched to speak with mild tones of sarcasm at the most inappropriate times, because she couldn’t help but whisper, “I thought this was the bonus for winning the eating competition?”

And despite the single tear that had tracked its way down his cheek, Saeyoung laughed loudly, warm and full and free. And then he tilted his head and his lips met hers.

This kiss was different somehow; it stirred the sleeping butterflies in her stomach, their wings fluttering as they awoke. She was the first to draw away, cheeks warm but gaze never moving from his. “I’ll be here to support you always.”

He opened his mouth, then paused for a moment before his lips quirked. “And I’ll always be here to catch your Pokemon. No more competitions.”

“Hm. Not even one?”

He grinned in a way that told her he was game and from the butterflies it gave her, she knew he was worth every second of waiting. She also knew that it was going to be a long night of silly, stupid bets ahead.

And she couldn’t wait.

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jinjinranran · 2 years

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Mystictober Day 7 - Seven x MC

Chomp

#mm_mystictober2022 #mm mystictober2022 #mystic messenger #mysme #fanart #707 #saeyoung choi #mm seven #seven x mc #pili oc #oc: oh mari

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natasha-in-space · 1 month

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Picrew link

"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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tsun-toast · 8 months

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Fly me to the moon

#digital art #original character #oc #self ship #self shipping #mystic messenger #mysmes #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung fanart #mystic messenger saeyoung #mysme 707

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marshmallowprotection · 3 months

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OOUGH I TRIED TO GET THEM BEFORE IT PASSED BUT HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KAIT!!! have seven and his sweeties goofing off with multiples of his glasses because these are party people who will make the party part slap. but lila and saeray are the main event and i hope these scribbles are a.) able to be parsed and b.) something that brings you joy... i hope your birthday has been great! 🎉 🎊🥳 —Submission

OH MY GOD SKELLY THEY'RE ALL SO GOOFY I ADORE THEM I'M GONNA PUT THESE ON MY FRIDGE

Judas, Saeyoung and Minji would make the best party, ever. I think it'd be cheesy and personalized. Minji would make the best treats to taste, Judas would distract me with a shopping trip, and we'd come home to Saeyoung tangled in a box of streamers with Saeran. Sobs. But, Saeray and Lila are so. precious. THEY'RE JUST SO SMALL AND SQUISHY. I'M GONNA PINCH THEIR CHEEKS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

#submission #birthday tag #ask #skele8rity #fanart #lila lancelot oc #cmc #saeran x lila #saeyoung x judas x minji #minji cho oc #judas choi oc #poly trio #saelila #also i hope you're doing well!!

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Starboy

707 x gn!reader

Warnings: scared of heights, kisses, fluff at the end, you punch Seven

A/N: Saeyoung is so.... 🥰 Doing most, if not all, of my Valentine's Day special early because I'll be gone and busy around that time with another doctors appointment. aein -> Korean for sweetheart

"Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey~." Saeyoung giggles, gently nudging you.

"This wasn't what I had in mind when you said you wanted to go out for Valentine's Day." You gasped, fingers gripping the rail so hard your knuckles turned white. "This is the worst date I've ever been on."

"The worst?" Saeyoung cries. He sniffs, you can tell it's fake though.

"The. Worst." You spit through your teeth. "You know I'm scared of heights."

"You're scared of heights!?" He asks. "W- I didn't know this! You never mentioned it to me!"

"I'm pretty sure I have..." You close your eyes as your bucket on the ferris wheel starts to descend.

Once you were safely back on the ground, you punched his shoulder. He yelped and rubbed his arm.

•┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈•

"This is better, aein." Saeyoung kissed the top on your head.

To make up from his lapse in judgement, he got your favorite take out and you watched your favorite movies. Now you laid on the couch, curled against Saeyoung's chest. You roll over, wanting to face him.

"You're so pretty." He smiled, kissing your nose. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"No need to keep sucking up," you laugh. "You've already made it up to me."

"I'm not sucking up, man." Saeyoung's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just complimenting my amazing, sweet partner."

You hummed back, not entirely believing him. He rolled his eyes a little before kissing your lips softly.

Saeyoung was a gifted jokester, but with you, he tried to be more serious when in moments like this... No matter how how hard it was to keep certain jokes back.

Though... When you kissed him back, those jokes drifted off into space. When your fingers ran through his hair, his mind only filled with thoughts of you.

And just like that... He was on the international space station.

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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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sakuradamitsuki · 8 months

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My oc x seven

#mystic messenger 707 #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung choi #mysme 707 #saeyoung fanart #mystic messenger #mysme #707 #fanart #oc #chibi #cute chibi #chibi art #cute art #myart

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sirenetica · 2 years

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Until I get around to posting other stuff, here are some cooldown doodles of my mystic messenger sona and the favorite boy :) (does anyone think about this game anymore?)

#mystic messenger #mys mes #707 #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #self insert #si x canon #si x fo #oc x canon #707mc #technically #-#self insert is genderfluid masc lean!#points at seven #you are gay now #sevenohsoup

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moth--blood · 1 year

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they're watching watching Madoka Magica :)

#my art #my art lol #moth draws #mystic messenger #mm 707 #saeyoung choi #mysme seven #luciel choi #self insert #canon x oc #saeyoung†

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galaxieflora · 1 year

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Seven x MC/custom MC art.

First image is the default MC, second art is my custom MC, Byul.

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melodythewitchofhope · 4 months

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Marry Christmas!

#mystic messenger #digital art #bright colors #saeran x oc #canon x self insert #mystic messenger ray #original character #saeyoung choi #children #angel #christmas

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jinjinranran · 10 months

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Mari x Saeyoung ❤️

So in this case it's CANON that Saeyoung is a bi/pan king ✌️ both fit him so I did 2 versions since I'm indecisive, tho I usually call him bi bcs it can be used as an umbrella term and bcs I hc Saeran as bi as well 🌸

Additional pieces:

I couldn't get that "someone you know is Italian... maybe even someone you love" meme out of my head and since Mari is half Italian, it fits okay 😂😭

Other characters: 💛 💜 🧡 💗 ❤️ 💚 💙 🤍 🤎

Mari's story under the cut ✨️

❤️ Mari Oh ♡ she/her ♡ 21 yo ♡ demisexual

Mari didn't have a label for her for a long time. She didn't honestly think much of it - until a friend of hers brought up a topic about different sexualities, and when she learned about demisexuality, she went oh, that kinda fits and explains a lot 😮

She had lots of celebrity and fictional crushes and can get quite... imaginative, but the thought of being intimate with a real and attainable person without being super close? Far from appealing. The whole concept of dating before getting to really know each other, blind dates, people meeting to just "hook up" or pursuing someone only because you want to sleep with them? Separating friendship and relationship and even treating the former as something less? It all put her off and confused her. Do really most people operate that way? For her, the perfect idea of a relationship is friends-to lovers trope and that's what she wished for in her own life.

She considered being demiromantic as well, but she had romantic feelings for people she wasn't close with (very few, but still); they did go away fairly quickly tho, as opposed to crushes formed after friendship.

Regarding her potential partner's gender, she has slight preference for masculinity but honestly, doesn't care much. She doesn't label her preference nor romantic attraction.

She doesn't really talk about her sexuality much unless it's with someone really close and it's revelant to the conversation.

You can bet tho that this living meme made a big deal to "come out" as Italian at some point 💀

With Saeyoung, they clicked instantly, both sharing the same sense of humor and chaotic energy (to other members of the rfa and Saeran's displeasure sometimes 😂). But it wasn't just those funny moments that made her really connect with him. She adored the dorky Seven, and she loved the hurt, broken Saeyoung. She knew she met her soulmate, her best friend with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

#cmc pride series 🏳️‍🌈#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #707 #mystic messenger seven #seven x mc #custom mc #mystic messenger cmc #headcanon #mystic messenger hc #original character #my art #pili oc #oc: oh mari

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natasha-in-space · 11 months

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"I wonder what kind of flower is that... It's so pretty!"

Natasha couldn't help but giggle as she saw Saeran's golden eyes widen in pure wonder. It seems like his insatiable curiosity would only grow with time. Or, rather, there was no more fear stopping his curiosity from coming through. "Hm, I don't know! How about we ask grandpa Alan? He knows all sorts of stuff! And, it is his garden after all."

Saeyoung looked up from the hefty astronomy encyclopedia he was engrossed in before, quickly jumping into conversation at the mention of the witty old man all three of them now collectively called their 'grandpa', by his own insistence, of course. "He knows all about stars, animals and flowers? Is there anything he doesn't know?"

"Well... Uh... I guess he doesn't know how to cook! Or maybe he just doesn't like it... But, I never saw him cook anything before." Natasha noted, tapping her chin in thought. Now that they were talking about this, she's pretty sure that grandpa Alan doesn't even own an oven. How weird is that? There's no greater joy than serving a delicious meal you made with your own two hands. At least, that's how it was for her.

"Still, this flower is strange... I never saw one with such bright colors." Saeran's voice was barely audible as he mumbled to no one in particular but himself, all of his attention focused solely on the oddly shaped flower swaying playfully in the wind, almost like it was finding his confusion endearing. He didn't even notice Natasha shuffling closer from the other corner of the tiny garden as she too now studied the aforementioned small plant. Looks like he was completely lost in his own little world. Not like her or Saeyoung minded that in any way. Both of them were happy to see the timid boy feel comfortable enough to indulge in his interests.

"...Maybe it's... magical?" The girl suggested, a silly little smile slowly making its way onto her face as she awaited for a response of some kind from the redheaded boy. It was unclear whether she was joking or not, but, judging by the way her fingers would occasionally drum against the sides of the plastic water can she held in her arms, this was her idea of playful banter. Though, Saeyoung was the only one that caught on her plans, snickering under his breath.

Her sense of humor was pretty odd.

Still, this was the perfect opportunity for something he was planning on doing for a while now. Reaching stealthily into the small backpack laying haphazardly to the side, he pulled out a small polaroid camera he snuck in from the thrift store all three of them visited about a week ago. He's been tinkering away at it for days now, determined to make it work again, no matter how long it'll take him. And so, lifting the fragile little camera into his hands, he snapped a picture of Saeran and Natasha, quickly making them both turn their heads to the sudden shutter sound.

"Hyun? Is that a... camera?" Saeran blinked, obviously a bit confused by what just happened. Though, his older twin was far too giddy by the mere fact of it finally working as he saw a small picture starting to print out. So he did fix it!

"Yeah! The one I found back in the thrift shop, remember?" Saeyoung's grin was practically reaching his ears now as he glanced up at his closest friends, eager to see their respective reactions.

"I thought it was broken!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes growing wide.

A rather smug look crossed over Saeyoung's freckled features as he fixed his glasses in a sophisticated manner before giving out a reply. "It was broken, but I fixed it! Look, it even prints out pictures as soon as you take them. It's called a polaroid camera. Now we have something for us to look back on in the future when we're all grown up!"

He was obviously feeling quite proud of his achievement, showing off the printed picture once it was done. It was only when all three of them looked at the image more closely did they notice a small bird perched up proudly right on the top of Natasha's head. How long was it sitting there? Either way, it made both of the twins giggle as she quickly got all embarrassed over not noticing such an odd thing before.

It was an afternoon filled with laughs and smiles.

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"Is this...?"

Natasha mumbled, carefully lifting up a worn out photo she recognized as soon as she saw it, tucked in the corner of a fairytale book. It was a bit crumbled and scratched in some places, but it was obvious that it took a lot of care and patience to keep it in such a relatively good condition.

Saeyoung's eyes widened as soon as he saw her holding the book in one hand and the photo in another. No words were needed as they stared back at one another. This was a moment from the past neither of these former childhood friends ever forgot. And, seeing it like this... was the perfect proof of him genuinely caring for Saeran, regardless of what the 'Savior' has told him.

Natasha swallowed dryly, her hands trembling as she carefully placed the book onto the nearest table. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"...You never forgot about us, isn't that right?"

[Ref. used by @ANIFORCE_PUSAN on Twitter!]

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #oc natasha stakh #saeran x cmc #saeran x oc #cheritz's theme for this year's birthdays got me cooking up a childhood friends au for all of my cmc's and nobody can stop me >:)#anyway uhhh #happy late birthday to the choi twins???#it's not really birthday themed but it is inspired by the cg so #i guess that counts!#also i didn't proofread this one so sorry if there are any mistakes #it's not really a full blown drabble so yeah :)

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