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natasha-in-space · 3 months

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A small unedited self-insert drabble for the birthday boys!! They deserve to be silly and have fun <3 Happy birthday to the wonderful Choi twins who have changed so many of our lives for the better. Here's to them finding each other in every story and living out the life they dreamed of as kids.

The spacious kitchen of the cozy cottage was filled with sounds of life. Well, mostly sounds of kitchenware cluttering together, music, and occasional laughter. All three residents were stacked together with a single mission in mind. Mia was set on making the twins' first birthday without any eminent danger in sight a special one. Though, as it turned out, baking a cake together maybe wasn't such a good idea after all. Specifically with Saeyoung there. While Saeran and Mia had a strong heart for baking, the same couldn't be said for the older twin. At any rate, he was definitely enjoying himself. Much to the exasperation of his younger brother.

Saeyoung was having a blast in the kitchen, that was for sure. He was quite literally jumping all over the room, almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. It was a wonder how he hadn’t messed something up yet. He’d been initially instructed to measure out ingredients for the icing, but he already had some cream smeared over his cheek, and his hands caked with sugar after trying to steal some powdered sugar straight from the bag. Seeing him so hyper was as amusing as it was bewildering. It's been a good while since he was this excited over something.

Well, either way, it felt good to see him be all carefree and happy on his birthday.

Meanwhile, with the most concerned expression plastered all over his face, Saeran was watching him go about his antics in tense silence. Eventually, it seemed like he had enough, as he put down the eggs he was about to break into the bowl, and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose: "…Hyung, please slow down."

Mia's mouth was lightly covered with the palm of her hand as she let out a short laugh at the scene. The sight was quite amusing. She tried her best to focus on the baking, but the constant movement of Saeyoung in the corner of her eye was stealing her attention.

And having two distracted bakers on your hands is a short road to a baking disaster.

"I don't think slowing down is an option for him at this point," she chuckled, casting a glance over her shoulder to see how the older twin was handling the ingredients. Or, at least to make sure there were no weird additions to the recipe being added.

Saeyoung responded to them both with a wide smile and a playful wink. To describe it simply, he was hyperactive. Sure, he’d been this way for a long time in his fake-giddy 707 persona, but now that he was free, happy and comfortable with people he loves, he couldn't help but let his lively nature reign free. In a way, it was an open expression of his happiness at it all. Being able to spend a birthday with his family. Doing simple, mundane things like baking a cake. Laughing and joking around with one another like a happy family would.

No wonder he was as happy as can be.

And he truly was doing his best to pay attention to the measurements, but he was quickly getting distracted by the faint music playing from the speakers. A mishmash of all of their shared music tastes put together. Though, hearing a familiar Hatsune Miku tune, it was in that song that he found yet another way to cause some chaos.

"Oh, Mia, our favorite!" he exclaimed playfully, grabbing his whisk as a makeshift microphone and quickly falling into step of a familiar dance routine. And it would be funny if he wasn't genuinely very good at it. Not to mention singing along in perfect Japanese.

"Yup, the world is truly yours, Saeyoung. I won't even try to out-perform the number one princess in the world," Mia tried her hardest to control her laughter, but it was too much and she eventually burst out into a fit of giggles at the sight. Though, while still watching the performance, she did attempt to continue with the baking as well.

Key word: attempt to.

"Wait, Saeyoung, the flour-!" Saeran suddenly exclaimed, reaching out with his hand to catch something that was already way out of his reach.

But it was too late. And what Saeran was dreading the whole time had finally happened.

The redheaded twin stopped in his tracks, realizing a moment too late what he had done. He had accidentally dropped the bag of flour onto the kitchen floor, spreading white powder all around them. Well, more than there was already, anyways. He looked down at himself, then back at Mia and Saeran staring at him nearby, and gave out a sheepish chuckle, like a guilty kid would.

"Oops…?" he offered weakly, clearly not really sorry at all.

While Saeran pouted at the mess, Mia laughed softly, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"You really can't stay still for a second, can you? Look at the mess you made," she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and shook her head once more. Though her scoldings didn't sound nearly as genuine as one would expect. And she was mostly doing it to keep Saeran from an eminent headache. As, both twins knew that if there was only Saeyoung and his sister-in-law in charge, the chaos would be ten times worse.

Good thing Saeran was there to keep them both settled.

Saeyoung shrugged, smiling widely. So much for acting guilty.

"Nope," He answered in a painfully straightforward manner, gazing back at the flour now coating the floor and then returning back to Mia. He paused for a second, and then, with the swiftness of a cat, had somehow got a handful of flour, and thrown it in her direction, landing his makeshift weapon in a white puff onto her apron.

"You little- Eek!" Mia tried to retort, before a second puff of flour flew straight into her shoulder. Looks like this baking session was quickly turning into a food fight. Or, more like a flour fight.

"I’m bored, sis. Why do we have to follow the recipe so closely, anyway? It'll be more fun with some chemistry and science involved, y'know," Saeyoung whined playfully, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest like he'd done no wrong ever.

While that back-and-forth was going on, Saeran looked so exhausted with his brother's antics that it almost made him seem fifty years older. He shook his head and sighed heavily as he reached for the bag of flour, putting it safely out of Saeyoung's reach.

"-Because the cake needs to be edible. And I won't risk Mia getting a stomachache because of your experiments. Just stand there, and don’t move…" he instructed like a parent scolding their unruly child would. Which was pretty comical, since he was actually the youngest one in the room. And yet, he was the most mature one, "-And stop throwing flour at her, Hyung. You're distracting her."

"Oh yeah? Make me!"

Before either Saeran or Mia could speak up, Saeyoung threw a third handful of flour in her direction, which covered her instantly, making her clothes seem more white than black at this point.

"Saeyoung!" she made a half-serious protest and shook off the loose powder, "I swear to God, you're like a five-year-old now."

She tried brushing the flour off of her clothes and hair, but it proved very difficult, since it seemed to stubbornly cling to everything.

Well, that's another issue to add to the list.

Despite the chaos, it was nonetheless sweet in a way. When compared to how the twins' birthday usually would go by, the light and playful atmosphere filling the kitchen was like a different world altogether. But now, they were all free to live without fear, settled together at last. And it was all thanks to them finding each other in their lives, despite all the odds. They had become a family now. Despite Mia not having any familial ties to either of them.

Though, the kitchen was definitely a horrible, white-covered mess. It's a good thing Saeyoung had a cleaner robot to take care of such 'accidents'.

The older twin laughed as Mia fruitlessly attempted to remove the flour from her body. He was having fun watching her struggle, knowing full well she'll probably get him back for this later. Their dynamic was a light, playful one. Always poking fun at one another and causing trouble on purpose. Of course, all of it with no ill intentions in mind. In a way, both of them knew Saeran wasn't one for messy pranks, so they settled that need between each other.

And despite his soft grumblings, Saeran couldn’t help but smile softly at the lighthearted scene between his lover and his brother as well, leaning over to help Mia with the flour on her face. By some miracle, he’d managed to keep himself completely clean of the mess, which was an achievement in and of itself for sure.

"Hyung, you’re an idiot," he spoke quietly, barely audible to his brother, as his thumbs swiped under Mia's eyes, wiping away the excess flour. With a soft chuckle at her disheveled appearance, he leaned over and placed a kiss to the tip of her nose, feeling his heart warm at the giggle that left her lips in response.

Maybe there was something cute about her covered in flour like that. Not that he would thank Saeyoung for that, of course.

"-Hey, I heard that!" Saeyoung retorted in a loud voice. He stuck his tongue out at his twin and then crossed his arms with a pouty huff.

Looking over at the mess he’d left out on the floor for a moment, and then the one happening on Natasha, he snickered, before finally finally replying: "In my defense, it was funny."

After his response, Mia merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as well. Though there was no hiding her smile as Saeran fretted over her like a dove preening its partner.

"Funny, but very immature," in a mock scolding tone, she retorted and raised an eyebrow, "You are lucky you're my brother-in-law now, you big baby, or I would have kicked you out of the kitchen for this."

Saeyoung merely laughed, coming over to both of them and suddenly throwing his arms around them, pulling them into a big, group hug. And, of course, smearing them all in flour in the process.

"...This is nice. You two. Just having fun together and being stupid. It's all I ever wanted for you, you know," he murmured, his voice taking on a more softer, serious tone as he looked down at them, a wistful, content look to his amber eyes.

A moment of silence settled between the trio as his words hung in the air, before Saeran let out a sigh. And then, he returned the hug his brother had provided, giving him a somewhat firm look: "You're having fun, too. It's your birthday as much as mine."

"-Yeah," Mia continued, finishing up the messy group hug by wrapping her own arms around the two brothers as well, "Don't forget about yourself, Saeyoung. You deserve to have fun and enjoy your day just as Saeran does."

"...Touché. We still gotta finish this cake, though."

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asterjennifer · 1 year

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“Can you draw a cloud next to the spaceship for me, Saeyoung?” Saeran asked mumbled tender as his older brother measured him.

Saeyoung found the tone of voice fitting for the face he's able to look at in peace for once. No tears to be found in these round eyes, neither fear nor sadness. It's not often his little twin stared up in awe.

He hummed then, nodding his head at the small request. “Sure! I can do that.”

The other squeezed his wrist in excitement. They've been able to spend most of the day together since their mother had to leave for an reason unknown. She didn't elaborate on anything, simply told them to stay put if they wanted to see the next day coming.

But like Saeyoung has always been in the soul, he took the opportunity for his brother and himself to get up and do all kinds of things they've only been talking about before. Like eating ice cream outside. Or going for a short, hidden walk around the house. Especially for Saeran was it nice.

His legs hurt at first due to the aching in his bones, that's when you're not used to walking his big brother explained. Taking his fear of stepping forward when holding onto his arm tightly for support. Soon afterwards they managed a round around the house.

The pride in Saeran's eyes in that moment after reaching the door again had been undeniable and ever so gentle. Saeyoung read another book to him as well considering they didn't find the right timing for it since it's an adventure book.

Saeyoung had promised to read it right; implying they needed the freedom to play with the action it contained. Luckily today's the perfect situation to finally open these pages together and read through them. Saeran often giggled and made big eyes whenever Saeyoung empathized sounds or actions with his hands. Like the gunshots.

“Bam! Bam!” His fingers formed a pistol, shooting into the air with an eye pinched close to aim. “They shot like that, grazing the enemy so very skillfully.”

Saeran titled his head at the display in front of him. “Do you like guns? They are scary, don't you think?” He asked obvious.

“Hm… well, they are bad. That's true.” Saeoyung had concluded, sitting back down next to his twin at the ground.

He looked at Saeran for a short while, who waited for an answer. The innocence written all over his features despite the hardships of the days they spend in that hellhole. The pain and suffering never changed his soft heart, Saeyoung thought. Feeling his own heart melt in love albeit regret.

Saeran flinched out of reflex as Saeyoung reached out to stroke over his hair. “It's just to make it exciting, nobody gets hurt I promise.”

The day flew by outside the window and by the time they sat outside for some sky gazing. Sunrays shining down at the rather uncolored earth around them, yet giving it the perfect color to have it appear all warm. They sat beside each other and enjoyed the sun to the fullest, not really talking that much anymore.

They didn't need to; both figured individually. It's the feeling that counted, just like the fact of calmness they're capable of claiming for themselves. The house's often hectical in the most negative ways, not that they could face it very much. They're forced to regardless. Letting these days become so much more brighter in comparison.

An idea popped into Saeyoung's head, then. Anticipating the willingness of his little brother to write their heights at the wall. Sometimes, when their mother wasn't in the condition to catch them doing their own thing, they would do the small actions that brought them immense joy.

Like measuring their heights and see how they've grown over the last time they marked down the results. It's a reminder they both treasured – telling each other they survive and get to become bigger and bigger until the day they finally could escape the house they're trapped in. Living together for the rest of all days.

A dream shared within their hearts since the moment they could think, it's something that connected them. This kind of strength outshone the hatred of their parents; they lived on because they got a goal to reach once the heights were enough.

“You look taller to me now…” Saeran's words caught Saeyoung's attention right away. Looking down at him, he saw the same expression from before.

However, it still felt slightly different. “Do I?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow. The twin continued rubbing his wrist.

Then he shifted his stare to the window. “You always have been taller, but I sometimes forget that you're a lot taller than me.”

The one wearing the black tank tops frowned by these words, unsure what to make of them. He took the pen off the paper as he closed it. “But you have grown a lot, too. Look!”

He pointed the end of the pen to the new line. Saeran took a step away in order to gaze at it before blushing lightly. His lips parted and yet no sound came out of him. For a moment silence dominated the air between the two.

Thus Saeyoung placed his hand to his shoulder. “I think you have a good height, you're not too tall and not too short.”

Both could tell Saeran didn't quite believe the statement. On the contrary, he shook his head almost unnoticeable. “I don't know…”

The sad hint inside that doubt left Saeyoung to swallow a bitter taste. What could he say to make it better? To assure Saeran it's not about how tall or physical strong someone was? That his warm hands and heart were the true definition of strength?

Saeran sighed, closing his eyes while trying to gather himself. He didn't mean to ruin the nice moment. Never was it his intention to make things worse, somehow his emotions always ended up doing the opposite though. No matter how much he struggled to repress them, they're always on his sleeve. Therefore he rubbed his eyes.

“I'm sorry…” The high voice husked. “I mean… I'm glad I grew. And I feel good to have a taller brother, too. It's just…”

His words cut off in the back of his throat, taking in the difference on the wall. It's true and he meant it when saying he's happy that Saeyoung was the taller one of the two. It felt more like safety that way, giving him a place to hide away behind without being seen by the dark things.

On the other hand it's leaving an itchy feeling to his skin. Being the smaller one, the weaker of two made him the easier target for misery. Their mother came a lot more at him because of that. Of course he didn't desire for Saeyoung to be in trouble instead, that's never the case. It's more about the weakness that's glued to his bones ever since he's been born.

He both admired yet worried about Saeyoung always being the stronger one. How should he protect him in return? Could he ever repay him in some way for standing up for him as well? He's uncertain about it.

Saeyoung put the pen aside, the noise bringing Saeran out of his circling thoughts. “We are twins, aren't we?” He said with the familiar confidence.

Saeran stiffed slightly when his brother rested both hands on his shoulders, giving him eyes between certainty and care. “You are me and I am you. We are the other and that doesn't get defined by our height.”

“Are you sure…?” He couldn't help the question, but Saeyoung didn't seem to be mad at it. He just smiled.

“Of course! We share the same strength in here.” He poked the chest of his brother, right there were his heart was beating underneath. Saeran blinked frequently for a few times and relaxed again.

It felt good, knowing he's not beyond saving. That there's a chance for them both when hearing a verbal confirmation that his depressing thoughts weren't the reality of their future and even their present. Saeran reached out without another word, putting both arms around his older brother.

Saeyoung's air left his lunges at first by the sudden pressure, quickly he returned the hug anyway. They stood there, unsure how much time passed while holding onto each other. Neither of them cared as it's been something that calmed both their souls.

“Before mom comes back,” Saeoyung said after letting go. “Do you want to eat cake? I got some earlier from the woman at the church.”

These amber colored eyes glittered with the mentioning of something sweet to eat, Saeyoung was aware how much Saeran loved food that pleased his sweet tooth. The young boy made two fists with his hands, nodding his head hard. “Really? Yeah! I'd love to eat it with you!”

“Then let's get to it now, I'm sure it's going to be even tastier when we eat it together.”

Happy early birthday, Choi Twins 💕

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yanderefan-kimi · 1 year

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I am VERY late but....

Happy birthday Choi twins!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

#mystic messenger #mysme #my art #fanart #mystic messenger fanart #luciel choi #mystic messenger 707 #saeran choi #707 #mystic messenger seven #mystic messenger vanderwood #mystic messenger mc #wanted to draw the whole family together...!!#this is very late (and scuffed) because i hurt my hand and couldn't draw for a while T_T #my hand is still recovering but #hopefully i will be able to draw a lot more soon!#anyways #happy birthday choi twins!

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honey25 · 3 months

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Happy birthday

Saeran & Saeyoung

I recently uploaded saeyoung with mc, and now with the image with saeran. I like the picture very much, even if I really messed up the side perspective. I've gotten a little better now, but where I drew the picture, I only started with this perspective.

I hope you like it anyway, and tomorrow I'll see a new birthday picture I'm working on. So stay tuned.

#drawing #digital art #digital fanart #Mystic messenger #Mysme #Saeran #Saeyoung #Choi twins #Bday saeran and saeyoung #birthday #Saeran x mc #honey25_art #Mysme_art

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k0kichiimagines · 3 months

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🥺🥺🥺 aw look at them

they always have a birthday party because they never got any as children ill sob

#happy birthday choi twins ❤️❤️❤️

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maximura · 1 year

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#choi seungcheol #seungcheol #s coups #seventeen #maxsixgif #no i have not moved on from this video #what about it huh #he is so beautiful #Happiest Birthday to my Birthday Twin #Leos for the win #anyways hang kink #his hands are so small and cute compared to the rest of him #tho....he is also really adorable

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rfaromance · 1 year

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'She's staring.'

Saeran didn't need to look at the other end of the couch to know that his sister-in-law's attention was on him. He had long grown accustomed to the feeling of knowing when someone was watching him.

Whether that someone had been his mother, his false "Savior", or believers watching in fear and awe, he had needed to learn this skill as a means of survival.

This woman... was by far the least subtle of any of them.

Saeran didn't like being gawked at, under any circumstances. His fight or flight instinct always kicked in, no matter how much he tried to keep himself calm.

As calm as he could be these days, anyway.

More irritating, in his point of view, was the fact that she couldn't commit to staring. She'd glance over at him, then her gaze would shift back to her phone. A moment later he'd feel her eyes burning into his skin again, but they'd leave him before he could snap at her.

If she had something to say, couldn't she just say it? Did she hate his hair, which had fully grown into a mop of crimson, because now it wouldn't allow her to forget that he was Saeyoung's twin? Did she want to criticize the bags under his eyes because he hadn't slept properly since... well, since they'd forcibly knocked him out in the hospital? Did she tremble at the sight of his scabby, cracked knuckles, because no matter how raw and red he rubbed his hands he could never wash the blood off?

Just as he was about to call her out on her obnoxious, clumsy ogling, she spoke up.

"Saeran?" Ariella began cautiously. "May I... sit behind you, for a moment?"

He hated how she had the ability to constantly surprise him.

"... I guess."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than had Ariella bounced to his side of the couch. She hesitated briefly once she had landed beside him, but then finally she wiggled her torso behind him, holding her hands in close to her chest.

"Is this okay?"

"I guess."

He still couldn't figure out her motivations, but at least she had warned him instead of just plopping herself (partially) behind him without warning. He wouldn't want to be held responsible for how he might have reacted if she had surprised him.

A soft puff of air left her lips, like a gasp of "Ah." Saeran's ear twitched, but he said nothing. She spoke up again, actually squeezing her words out this time.

"Can I touch you? Ah, your back?"

Saeran could feel the heat radiating off her body in waves. Partially because his body was always cold, and she also tended to be cold; a sudden flustered burst of heat would stick out like black rose in a garden of baby's breath. "I guess."

He didn't want her to make a big deal out of anything, but he still couldn't figure out for the life of him why--

"What the fuck?"

His cry of pain slithered out through clenched teeth like a hiss, and he subconsciously shrank away from Ariella, trying to get out of her grasp.

She yelped and scooted away of her own according, much to his relief. "S-sorry!"

"What was that about? Did you just drive a damn rock into my back?" His minty eyes, usually glassy and apathetic, were now burning with the intensity of the hottest blue flames. He hated lashing out like this, but a caged animal caught in a trap will bare its teeth and claws to defend itself.

"I... I..." Saeran scowled as the pastel princess whimpered and stammered from the other end of the living room. "Your... posture..." She inhaled sharply. "You always... hunch over... I thought... your neck and shoulders... could use... a massage...." Her voice got higher and quieter, until she was practically squeaking at the end of her explanation.

"A massage?" Saeran echoed. His brow furrowed in his frustrated confusion. "What's a massage?"

"Ah... uh..." Ariella stretched her arms out in front of her. "You find... stiff, sore muscles... and pound or rub them... to loosen... them...." She began demonstrating feebly with her shaking hands, making chopping motions and then circling her thumbs rhythmically where he assumed his shoulders were supposed to be. "I'm... not very strong, so--"

"Strong enough," Saeran gruffed, feeling an embarrassed blush rise to his freckled cheeks at the thought of Ariella having enough strength to send him spinning like this.

"Um. Thank you," she murmured, chuckling softly. "Ehe." What an odd woman. "My family... deals with back problems. So I thought... I'd help loosen the knots... in your back."

Suddenly a familiar light began sparkling in her eyes, a telltale sign that she was getting excited about something. A sign that usually spelled trouble for Saeran, who had once thought that nobody on this planet could match his twin's penchant for new projects and bizarre adventures. (Saeran had since realized that he was horribly mistaken, and this glimmer was usually the precursor to another exhausting day.)

"I bet if we fixed your posture, you'd be super tall! How tall are you, anyway, Ranran?"

A cold shock raced through Saeran's body, chilling him to the bone. Murky memories in a thick, intimidating fog, one that he was told to never explore or else face his doom. A chart on a wall, with a brother who was once his reason for breathing--

And even now, the only reason he was forced to stay breathing in this god-forsaken world.

"Don't know. Don't care."

He could tell that his words stung Ariella, who'd turned her head downward and folded in on herself. "Aha. Fair enough. I was just curious... because sometimes you look taller than me, and sometimes you don't, so...."

Before Saeran could shut down her curiosity for good or escape to his room, a door flung open with a resounding slam that cut off both him and Ariella in their tracks.

"My dear brother! How tall are you?"

Saeyoung had made his grand entrance, and if he had overheard Ariella talking about height...

Then Saeran had no hope of escaping.

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"Aaaand step aside, please!"

Ariella leaped away from the door post, then spun on her heel to eagerly watch Saeyoung carve a pink notch into the wall. She handed him the tape measure and watched with bated breath as he stretched it out.

"171 centimeters," he announced, and Ariella puffed her chest out proudly.

"Yay!"

"No way," Saeran scoffed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Your hair is so big that it probably added a centimeter. Your idiot husband is just too smitten to tell you otherwise."

Ariella groaned and stomped her foot. "Saeyoung would never rig it for me! He knows I'd rather be honest than tall! Right, my catstronaut?"

"Saeran, come measure me! Then I'll do you!" Saeyoung clearly wanted to avoid the subject. Silently, he mouthed the addition: "Just like we used to."

Saeran let out a grumble of disapproval and turned away. His brother needed to stop living in the past. They weren't those same kids anymore, and they never would be.

And yet...

"If I smack you with the ruler, you asked for it."

Maybe he just wanted the satisfaction of finally being taller.

175 cm. 173 cm.

'He's still bigger,' Saeran thought with a huff, as he rubbed his shoulder after getting Ariella's instructions on how to stand up straight for proper measurement. 'Of course I wouldn't be so lucky.'

But at least he didn't need to stand on his toes anymore to reach his brother's heights.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #Se saeran #Luciel choi #707 #cmc #Ariella #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINS #I know this is late and short pls accept my humblest apologies 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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brighteststar707 · 1 year

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Birthday surprises

On the early morning of Saeyoung and Saeran’s birthday, they slip out of their house unnoticed. Their mother is passed out at the kitchen table, and Saeyoung knows that it will be a long time before she wakes up again, giving them more than enough time to go out and celebrate a little bit. Saeran deserves more than anything to spend today outside enjoying himself.

He had been preparing for this day for a while now. He had had a plastic bag stuffed under his mattress for the past few weeks, where he stashed most of the treats that he either received from V and Rika or from the church. There are even some he stole while out doing errands for his mother. He’s not so proud of those, but he’s hoping that just for today, he will be forgiven.

He brought it with him on his way out, making sure that Saeran couldn’t catch a peek of its contents. Hand in hand, he led his brother down a route he knew well, the one that led towards the church. There were less people around there, especially at this time of day, so the risk of an adult catching two children by themselves outside was lower. It only took one concerned adult to get them into big trouble.

Behind the church there was a small grassy clearing that Saeyoung hoped would be good for watching the clouds from. V had brought him there a while ago to show him the view, and even then Saeyoung knew it was somewhere he wanted to bring Saeran too. The greenery was a far cry from the dullness of their bedroom.

It was rewarding enough to see the look of wonder on his brother’s face when they arrived. They sat down side by side on the grass, legs stretched out in front of them, and Saeyoung finally brought the bag out.

Saeran looked at it with wide eyes. “What’s in there?”

Saeyoung smiled brightly, holding out the bag to his brother. “Birthday surprises. Close your eyes and pick one!”

Saeran shut his eyes and excitedly reached into the bag. His fingers closed around one of the treats – a chocolate bar – and he quickly opened his eyes to see what he got. He looked at the chocolate with surprise, it had been a long time since he had had one.

“This is for me?”

“Every last bite! You need all the chocolate you can eat to grow this year. It’s a rule!”

“What about you?” Saeran asked.

“I get my own turn with the surprise bag! Will you hold it for me?”

Saeyoung covered his eyes with one hand and reached into the bag with his other. He emerged with a bag of little gummy bears and cheered.

“Let’s eat them! There’s more in the bag that we need to get through before our birthday is over!”

They both opened up the packages, and Saeyoung watched Saeran break off a square of the chocolate and eat it. Watching the smile appear on his brother’s face made the guilt he felt after stealing the chocolate fade a little bit. Surely, something that made someone as kind as Saeran smile couldn’t be that bad.

Saeran broke off a second square and handed it to Saeyoung. “Here, you should have some too.”

Saeyoung offered him a sweet of his own in exchange. Slowly, they worked through their treats while watching the clouds move slowly across the sky. They made a game of trying to spot the strangest shapes and took turns imagining a house hidden amongst the clouds that they could live in. Little games, but enough to make them both laugh more than they had in a while.

As far as birthdays go, this one is one that they both remember fondly.

#Happy birthday choi twins #loml #it's past midnight here but it's still their birthday in some places #so I'll take it #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger saeran choi

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