#I log on and get smacked with like 80+ notifications

[theriacballad]

I LOGGED OFF FOR A FEW HOURS AND COME BACK TO ONE OF MY POSTS BLOWING UP AGAIN?? HELP?? THANKS????

[elvendara]

Yooran Week 2020

It’s HERE! And I’ve made a silly silly fic!

Day 1: Band AU/Fantasy AU for @yooranweek2020

Sorta kinda fantasy! Playing FFXIV

“Everyone still here?” Yoosung spoke into his headset, the large headphones indenting into his soft yellow hair. Amethyst eyes scrolled across the screen, making sure everyone was still on Discord. This wasn’t as fun as he thought it would be.

“Here.” Came Saeran’s clear voice. There was a tinge of barely contained frustration. Yoosung clenched his jaws, he was going to have to make it up to his boyfriend for sure.

“HERE!” Zen’s voice was loud and there was no hiding his frustration at all.

“Ho…is…hea…” Jumin’s voice kept cutting out. Yoosung could see that he was going in and out of the Discord chat.

“Stop hitting the button JUMIN!” he growled into the mic.

“…me now?” the man was cool as ice water.

“Yes. Finally. I told you, you don’t need to keep going back into Discord, we’re connected and can hear just fine.”

“Alright then.” Yoosung shook his head at the calmness in Jumin’s voice. The man let nothing fluster him.

“I don’t understand. When do I become a Black Mage? You said this class was a Black Mage.”

“I told you, you have to get to level 30.” Yoosung was tired of being patient with the man, he would invariably ask the same question every few levels he gained.

“For fucks sake Jumin! How much longer do we have to do this?” Zen asked.

“Let’s just try to get through his first dungeon OK? Then we can disband.” Yoosung answered.

Sastasha. It should be easy, especially because Yoosung was on his level 80 White Mage, the healer, Saeran was on his level 80 Ninja, good dps (damage per second), and Zen was on his level 60 Paladin, the tank. Jumin didn’t really have to do anything. They would be level synced down to the level of the dungeon, 15, which meant most of their skills would be unusable. But they didn’t need much for this first dungeon anyway, it was easy.

“What do I do again?” Jumin asked.

“Just click on the mobs and blast away.” Zen retorted. “Make sure you stay behind me though! I lead!”

“Is that so? Why can’t I lead?”

Three voices chimed in with a resounding “NO!”

“Because you’re squishy and you’ll die.” Yoosung answered.

“What does it mean, that I’m squishy? And why am I squishy?”

“Because you’re a caster! You don’t get very protective armor and your hit points are lower than a tank’s.” Yoosung explained further.

“How is that fair? Why does Zen get to have good armor and not me?”

“Can we please just focus and get on with it? Just…stay close to Yoosung OK?” Saeran was definatly frustrated and more than a little annoyed.

Yoosung sent him a private message through Discord:

Yoosung: I’m so sorry Saeran. I thought it would be fun to have Jumin play. I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just, hang in there OK?

Saeran: It’s fine. He’s a little frustrating for sure, but at least there is some entertainment with Zen’s reactions. 🤣

Yoosung: Does that mean you’re not mad?

Saeran: Of course not, I’m just egging Zen on, LOL.

Yoosung: I don’t feel so bad then. I love you.

Saeran: Damn straight you do! 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

“Are we doing this or not? Yoosung?” Zen cut through and Yoosung could easily imagine how tight his jaw was right now.

“Yeah, OK, queuing up for Sastasha. Yoosung hit the button and the notification came right up.

“What do I do?” Jumin asked.

“Click on ‘Commence’.” Yoosung answered.

Once they had all ‘commenced’ the screen went black and “SASTASHA” flashed across the screen.

“Follow Zen!” Yoosung said once they were released from their restraints and Zen took off into the dungeon.

Later:

Saeran laughed and pulled Yoosung close to him.

“Oh my God! I thought I was going to pee my pants when Jumin ran into the second boss’s room and smacked him with his staff!”

“Zen was so pissed!” Yoosung joined Saeran’s laughter.

“And Jumin’s only comment after dying from one hit was just ‘hmm I thought that would work’.” Saeran continued.

“I know! I know! I thought Zen was going to log off and leave us there.”

“It was fun though. And I think Jumin liked it. Although, I think I might need to get drunk to play with him again. You’re a good person Yoosung.”

“What? What are you talking about, I just thought it would be funny to get Jumin to play.” Yoosung shrugged and snuggled into Saeran’s side. They were on his sofa, Saeran showing up about an hour after they had all logged off Final Fantasy XIV. Yoosung was glad to see him, he was exhausted but happy too.

“You know what I’m talking about. I know you didn’t forget what today is.” Indeed he hadn’t. The anniversary of V’s death. Yoosung knew Jumin would be alone, not wanting to talk about it. But Yoosung also knew what it was like to lose someone you loved and feel all alone in your sadness. Although Rika was still alive, he hadn’t known that at the time. There was still some sorrow for the person she had become, but at least she was alive. Jumin had no such doubts, they had buried his friend and he would never see him again.

Yoosung sighed and wrapped his arms around Saeran. He was thankful for what he had, for the relationship he had developed with the gorgeous, talented, skilled, genius of a man that he held on to. And he would always be thankful and never take him for granted.

“I love you.”