#We already know when small he cling to sae instead of going around playing with others so it makes me think he has no social skills

[truegoist]

I know everyone likes to think rin in his normal life as this ice prince guy but hear me out

he’s a total loser

[bangtan-madi]

Taking them a bath after a long day/mission gone awry for Saeyoung please~

Seven thrusts his hand against the front door, pushing it open with a crash. The apartment is dark and silent, the ghosts of the evening coming in with the breeze. You cling to him, allowing his arm around you to hoist you steady as you tumble through the entrance.

Tonight’s mission had not gone according to plan. Quite the opposite actually. The plan seemed perfect before you left, but then things started going sideways. You and Seven barely made it out of there with your lives intact.

Seven nearly trips over something on the floor, cursing under his breath at the darkness. “Shit, sorry, MC. Give–Gimme a sec. Can you hold yourself up for ten seconds?”

You grab onto the table nearest the door, using it as a crutch instead. “Yep, I think I’m okay.”

Though hesitant, Seven leaves you to flick the light switch across the room. Once the apartment is illuminated, he’s right back by your side. His fingers tremble as he studies your body for injuries. Everything had happened so fast, he wasn’t sure if you were hurt and running on adrenaline, or if you were really just okay.

“Do you hurt anywhere?”

A memory flickers across your mind as his fingers brisk across your rib cage, one of you being thrown against a car and landing on your side.

“I think my side is bruised,” you reply. “Can’t feel it yet, but it’s gonna hurt like hell tomorrow.”

Seven slowly moves your shirt out of the way to assess your side. He makes a hissing sound at the sight. You can’t bend over to see what he has, but the situation much not be pretty.

“I don’t think anything’s broken,” he informs you after a quick check-up. “Some bruises on your ribs and your foot looks like it was twisted. Hence the pirate walk, but it’s nothing too bad. How’s your head? I saw you hit it when you fell.”

“You saw? You were half-way across the base.”

Seven’s golden eyes avert yours as he cards his fingers through your hair, carefully looking for any gashes or bumps.

“I always have my eyes on you, MC.”

If you weren’t as exhausted or sluggish, you probably would have blushed at his comment. But now’s not the time for any of that. Seven isn’t his usual jovial self, and he’d just got chewed out by Vanderwood on the way home. The superior hadn’t told Seven anything he didn’t already know, but you saw how it brought Seven down. He hardly spoke a word until you got into the safety of his place.

“Good,” he breathes, bringing you out of your hazy thoughts. “I don’t think you have a concussion, thank god.”

“Are you okay?” you inquire, bringing on hand away from the table to cradle his face. “You took quite a beating, too. I didn’t see all of it, but I saw them shooting at you.”

Seven seems stunned by your gentle touch and even more surprised by your question. “Y-Yeah! I’m totally fine.”

Your eyes shift from his down to his arm, where you could’ve sworn you saw him get grazed. “Lift your sleeve?”

He does as you ask, and you see a two-inch gash across his bicep. 

With widening eyes, you gasp, “Seven, that’ll need stitches!”

“Shit! I didn’t even feel that.”

“We need to get you to a hospital." 

You turn away from him, moving towards the phone. In the process, you twist your torso and send shivers of pain all throughout your body. Nearly falling over, you’re only spared the sudden pain from the crash by Seven’s arm slipping around you and holding you up.

"Damn it,” you curse, biting back tears. 

“You need to settle down,” Seven warns. “You’re gonna make that bruise worse. Here, let me help you.”

You let him usher you away from the entrance, past the kitchen, towards the bedroom. “Where are you taking me? We need to get that looked at, Sae.”

He ignores your concern and turns towards the bathroom. “That bruise is going to hurt like hell when your adrenaline finally fades. You need to get a bath before it gets worse.”

“Saeyoung, n–”

“–Not taking no for an answer, MC.” He turns and smiles softly at you, golden eyes turning up slightly at the corners. “Trust me, okay? I’ll take care of me after I take care of you.”

While you scowl up at him and give a huff of defiance, you allow Seven to lead you into the bathroom. He helps you sit on the edge of the tub with one hand, the other moving behind you to start running the water.

“Hot water will help most,” he comments, mostly to himself. “I need Epsom salts.”

You gesture to the cabinet under the sink. “Should be under there, along with a first aid kit.”

Seven nods once and grabs both items from the compartment. When he returns, he sprinkles a good handful of salt into the steaming water. 

“All right, you. Time to strip!”

You laugh once and immediately regret it. Seven cracks a pitiful smile, mumbling a tiny apology as he reaches for the edge of your shirt. If you didn’t know better, you’d say there was a hint of a blush spreading across his face as the garment is discarded to the side.

As he helps you out of your pants, you can’t help but comment, “Don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not as if we haven’t done this before.”

Seven gives something between a cough and a laugh as he looks up at you, eyes not messing the darkened mess of flesh under your arm. 

“What can I say? I’ll never get used to it.”

Rolling your eyes, you allow him to undress you the rest of the way, thankful for the help getting your bra unhooked without twisting your torso again.

“I’m covered in mud and blood, Sae. Not exactly oozing sex appeal.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I think that bruise is oozing something else.”

With the hand not gripping the edge of the tub, you slap him playfully on the side of his head, nearly knocking his glasses off.

“Asshole,” he mutters. “Get in the tub, lady. Before I do something drastic.”

After doing as he promised, Seven adjusts the temperature of the water so it’s not too hot but still warm enough to help your soreness. You wince as the water makes contact with the scratches along the rest of your body, and he gives you that puppy dog look that makes you feel guilty.

“Don’t look at me like I’m helpless,” you mumble, staring at the water around you. “It was my call to go on that mission with you. No one made me do it.”

“I shouldn’t have let you come,” he groans, kneeling down beside the tub. Seven places his elbows on the edge and folds his hands over each other, leaning his cheek against his arms as he stares at you. “You could’ve gotten hurt a lot worse, MC. What if…What if…”

You sit up straighter and move to the edge of the water. Resting your chin on the side next to his arm, you offer a small smile and rest a hand on his.

“Nothing happened. Don’t let your brain run circles around it. It’ll only make you anxious.”

Knowing you’re right, Seven heaves a sigh and buries his face into his arms, hiding it from you. You chuckle at his childish mannerisms and place a kiss on the back of his hand. He groans and shakes his head, ruffling up his vermilion locks.

“Get the first aid kit,” you whisper in his ear. “I’ll fix you up, and then you can join me.”

Your lover bends over to grab the small, white box from the floor and places it on the edge of the tub. 

“Shirt off.”

“If you wanted to see me strip, you could’ve just asked MC.”

You shake your head, not able to hide the smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. “You idiot. It’s to make sure you don’t get any dirt in the wound.”

Seven discards his scarlet shirt with an awkward chuckle. “Totally knew that.”

You sit up straight and gesture for his hurt arm. As you shuffle through the kit for some peroxide, gauze, and temporary stitch, Seven does as you ask and places his hurt arm on the tub.

You continue to talk to him to distract him from the sting of the peroxide. “You were really brave out there, you know. We didn’t know what we were walking into, but you kept your cool and got everyone out. Even when things went sideways.”

Seven winces at the peroxide, but his focus is entirely on you. “Vanderwood could’ve given us a little heads up, you think?” He scoffs and takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Could’ve gone a lot worse, I guess.”

After the wound is cleaned and the dry blood surrounding the gasp removed, you place a patch of gauze over the wound and use the temporary stitch to keep the gash closed until morning, when you’ll drag that boy to a hospital–kicking and screaming, if you must.

“Is that a semi-positive outlook I hear? Coming from the great Seven-Oh-Seven?”

Seven chortles at your comment, bringing a smile to your face as you finish up your less-than-ideal nursing. “Well, I wouldn’t be this beacon of positivity if it weren’t for my awesome Six-Oh-Six.” He grins at you and then glances at his patched-up arm with reverent approval. “And you’re not a bad doctor, either!”

You push the kit away from the edge of the tub and sit back in the water. “You just gonna sit there at the edge, or are you going to join me? Just promise you won’t get that gauze wet.”

Seven snickers and throws a wink in your direction as he stands and begins to the rest of his discard his grimy clothes. “I make no promises, MC.”

[unknown-saeranchoi]

Choicest Halloween

// Collaboration between me and @honeybuddah-icecream for @spoopychoicest #ChoicestHalloween2017 event

Prompt: Horror Story 

Saeran’s eyes were open wide as he stared intently at his twin brother his pillow held tightly against his chest. The blanket that the two had draped over them separated them from the outside world and only drew Saeran in more. He was clinging to every word that Saeyoung uttered as the golden light from their flashlight created a glow on him and the book that was placed in his lap. Today was a special day, according to Saeyoung though Saeran did not understand it. It was ‘All Hallows; Eve’ and the older twin suggested the read a scary story to celebrate. At first, Saeran was unsure about this due to the fear of getting scared, but he loved when his brother read to him nonetheless so he eagerly agreed.

Saeran rested his head on his brother’s shoulder, listening carefully to the story, focusing on the details, the soft lull of Saeyoung’s voice, the thin blanket they were hiding under so mom wouldn’t see the light from the flashlight they’d stolen from the closet because Saeyoung had insisted on reading to him by flashlight. It was a bit difficult to focus on where the story was going, but he didn’t mind that much. It was nice being read to, comforting, even if he had trouble following the exact plot of what he was being read. Part of him was aware that his brother hadn’t turned the page in a good ten or fifteen minutes and was likely coming up with the story as he went, but he didn’t mind. Saeyoung was a good story teller.

The story started out innocent enough; a little boy named Sae and his brother Ran went on a journey through the forest to retrieve apples. However, it was starting to get more spooky causing the younger twin’s heart to beat a bit faster than his normal rhythm. The feeling of fear was not foreign to Saeran, it was something he felt everyday, but something about the scary story drew him in and made him want to know more despite beginning to feel anxious.

Even in the dim lighting it was easy to see the glint in Saeyoung’s eyes as he told the story. He was clearly amused at how his brother clung closer to him hiding his face ever so slightly in Saeyoung’s shoulder, despite saying that he wasn’t afraid at all. Saeran wasn’t really afraid, that much was for sure. There a difference between the nerves that made his chest feel tight from the mind numbing terror that came along with upsetting their mother. What Saeran was feeling now surely couldn’t really be called fear.

Saeyoung’s voice got really quiet causing Saeran to pay close attention to what he was saying.

“And then...Boo!” Saeyoung exclaimed causing Saeran to scream. Almost immediately after, Saeyoung started to giggle. Saeran’s face turned red in embarrassment before he started to hit him half heartedly with his pillow.

“Saeyoung! Don't scare me like that!” Saeyoung continued to laugh as he shielded himself from the pillow assault he was receiving.

“Sorry, sorry I just couldn't help it!” Saeran pulled his pillow back up to his chest and glared at his twin. Saeyoung’s laughter gradually died down. “It’s just a story Saeran, nothing scary.”

“Well you put us in there!”

Saeyoung rolled his eyes and laughed. “If you want I can stop?” His tone was somewhat teasing as it normally was, but there was a hint of honesty to his words. Saeran knew he didn’t actually mean to make him uncomfortable, that if it actually started to make him uncomfortable, he’d stop and Saeyoung would shift the topic to talk about all the good things that would happen once they got out of their mother’s house. Once they were free.

Maybe he’d talk about what Halloween would be like for them.

They’d be able to dress up and go out like the other kids to stay up as late as they wanted telling stories and building blanket forts and drinking hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, just like they’d gotten that one time Saeyoung had taken him to the park the year before from the man selling coffee. Saeyoung hadn’t had enough change then, but the man had given them their cup anyway and had offered them a small smile, making Saeran wonder if he suspected anything about their less than normal upbringing.

Saeran forced himself to focus back on the reality, on the question that his brother had asked that he still hadn’t answered. Saeyoung gently shook his arm, just enough to get his attention. “Keep going?”

The door opened with a bang as it slammed open against the wall. The boys scrambled to lie down as quickly as possible with the least amount of movement necessary. Saeyoung pressed the flashlight into the thin mattress of their shared bed and moved so he was lying on the light. It wasn’t a very good cover. Their mother had almost certainly heard them talking and she’d never just leave it at that.

His heart was pounding in his ears, both of theirs were, loud enough that they were certain their mother could hear the telltale signs of their guilt. Saeyoung could have sworn his heart stopped the moment he heard her slur out a swear. The amount of alcohol that she had consumed was evident in her words.

“You fucking brats! why the fuck are you being so loud!” In the blink of an eye, their shield of protection was ripped off. Saeran’s eyes wide at the sudden loss of the blanket. The woman the twins had the unfortunate luck of calling their mother grabbed the younger brother by his ginger hair and dragged him out of his brother’s hold. “You worthless piece of shit, if you want to fucking scream, I will give you damn good reason to.”

Saeyoung bit his lip, resisting the urge to shout for her to leave Saeran alone. He knew that would only make things worse. There wasn’t much they could do to defend each other when their mother was around, instead they’d comfort each other and tend the other’s wounds once she’d grown tired of assaulting them.

Saeran knew better than to struggle; that would only anger her more, still his throat felt tight with terror and he was already struggling to breathe. How could he have thought Saeyoung’s silly story was scary just a few minutes ago; a story about two young boys wandering in the woods. At least they were safe from her, free to travel wherever they wanted. No, this was something to be really afraid of.

The look on their mother’s face was one of absolute disgust as she looked down at Saeran. Saeyoung couldn’t help but notice how small his brother looked in his oversized grey sleep shirt with their mother holding tightly to his hair to keep him upright.

“Answer me! Saeran!” All Saeran could do was whimper, knowing if he spoke it would only enrage her more. His mother tightened her hold on his hair before tossing him into the wall. “Worthless piece of trash! If I hear another sound from either of you, I will make you wish you were dead!” With those angry words, she opened their bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her. Saeyoung waited for a few moments before running over to his twin and pulling him close.

“Saeran, I am so sorry...this is all my fault.” Saeran wrapped his arms shakily around his brother, sobbing into his shoulder and shaking violently. Now that she’d left the room he couldn’t keep himself from breaking down. Saeyoung held him close as they layed back down in their bed, and wrapped the blanket around them, tight enough to be comforting without being suffocating and rubbed his back. His other hand moved to gently play with his hair, brushing it away from his face as he sobbed.

“Y-you didn’t do anything wrong,” Saeran said between his sobs, voice cracking. It was true. It wasn’t Saeyoung’s fault that their mom had come it. It wasn’t his fault that Saeran was the weaker twin. It wasn’t his fault that their mother hated him most of all. He didn’t say any of that. He hoped that the meaning between his few words would reach his brother, that the deep understanding that they had for each other would span to this as well.

Eventually, Saeran’s breathing evened out as it always did after facing their mother and Saeyoung pulled back ever so slightly to offer him a small smile and wipe away his tears with his thumb, making Saeran smile shakily back at him.

“...You know Saeyoung, maybe your story was right.” Saeran whispered careful to not be heard which turned out not to be a problem. His voice still weak from crying. .

Saeyoung looked up, eyes wide in confusion. “Huh?”

“...We do live in a horror story, don’t we?”

Saeyoung pulled his brother into a tighter hug then before, holding Saeran to his chest in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. He hated that Saeran thought that, even if it was true. He hated that his brother had to be genuinely afraid of anything. “I’ll always protect you Saeran, horror story or not,” he promised, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his little brother’s head.