ah, hello !! can I request GE Saeran's hcs with a young MC?? since I'm 19, maybe use that age?? I can't get out of my head a mischievous Saeran teasing her and then attacking her with kisses when she starts to pout :'))
Most definitely! I’d love to write for a playful Saeran :’) Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy!!
Saeran, in Another Story, says that he’s 21. I’m not sure if he means in Korean or International age, so take that number as you will.
So while it’s not that huge of an age difference numerically, it’s enough that there’d be a bit of a difference when you consider the mental/emotional changes that occur during this time of your life.
So, while I don’t think that Saeran would treat you too differently overall, I can imagine him being a bit extra protective in a very implicit way. He supports you a bit differently than he would someone his own age.
He wants to make sure that you have someone there for you as your life starts to change. This is a transitional time and all of that- it’s nothing you haven’t heard before.
But a mischievous Saeran? Please-
He definitely has his moments where he teases you. When he’s in a good mood, he’d be surprisingly playful.
It wouldn’t be anything extreme or over-the-top, but Saeran would still joke around with you. Maybe he’d hold something out of your reach for a little while or just say something that drives you a bit nuts. He’d keep at it for a little bit too long, grinning all the while, making it seem infuriatingly nonchalant.
You’re over it- this is more fun for him than it is for you. You push out your bottom lip a bit before sighing in mock-exasperation.
“Saeran, stop,” you’d try to sound serious, but it’s obvious to the both of you that you’re not as annoyed as you’re pretending to be.
If anything, it’s nice to see him having fun. But you could do without the teasing.
Saeran’s smile would persist, but he’d heed your pleas for him to stop. He’d take your hands and tug you closer, his arms encircling your waist once you’re close enough, holding you close.
Your hands remain between the two of you, resting on Saeran’s chest. You don’t want to give in just yet.
He’d place a kiss on your forehead gently. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it takes even more effort for you to keep up your facade.
“I’m sorry,” Saeran would say, before pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose. You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from smiling.
His lips travel to your cheek, giving you another small kiss before they find their way to your other cheek, gifting it the same treatment. The areas he kisses feel a bit tingly in his wake.
Your face is warm. You’re pretty sure it’s giving you away. It’s hard to try and look stern when you see Saeran smiling at you the way that he is, eyes bright as he looks at you.
Saeran cocks his head to the side slightly, almost like he’s studying you. “Don’t look so angry, darling.”
He’s enjoying himself. It’s cute.
You can feel your willpower crumbling. This is bad. You haven’t made your point yet- you can’t give in so soon.
Saeran seems to be able to tell that you’re close to cracking. He leans in slowly, and his lips are only a breath away from yours when he stops, sporting the same grin as before.
“Saeran, I swear to god-”
Before you can finish, Saeran closes the distances and catches you in another kiss. It’s slightly ill-timed, as he interrupts you while you're speaking, but you seem to react instinctively and relax, returning the kiss as you usually do. What starts out as a bit messy ends in the same soft way that all of your kisses do.
Despite yourself, you feel warm. Saeran always does this to you without even trying. It’d be annoying if you didn’t like him so much.
Saeran finally pulls away, and when he sees the look on your face, his lips curve into another smile. Despite yourself you finally crack, returning his grin. You finally loop your arms around his neck, leaning into him in a useless attempt to hide your face.
(He smells like lavender and cedarwood. Could he make this any more difficult for you?)
But it’s clear by the movement of his shoulders as he chuckles that Saeran knows he’s won.
“This isn’t fair,” you lament, though you’re still grinning. “You’re not supposed to be able to make fun of me and get away with it.”
Saeran’s arms encase you a bit tighter, turning the loose embrace into a proper hug. “I’m sorry, darling,” he says. “But you’re cute. You make it hard not to tease you when you look at me like that.”
You huff. “You’re lucky I love you,” you mumble into him.
Saeran presses one last kiss to the side of your head. You don’t even need to look to know that he’s still smiling.
“I know. I love you too.”
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