#12daysofyoosung

Day 9 Studying/School Yoosung

(9 Mar ’25)

“Saeran!!!!” Yoosung whined. The man was unrelenting.

“One more hour.” Saeran said rolling his eyes. “You asked for this, remember?”

“But…but…It’s so boooring!”

“The longer you complain and don’t study, the longer the hour gets.” Saeran said without mercy. How could he be so cruel? His puppy dog eyes usually worked on his boyfriend, but Saeran wasn’t having any of it. Maybe if he promised to make him something sweet, that would be much more fun than learning the circulatory system of animals.

“How about a break? I can make some sweets; I think I have some lemons and pie crust. Or, maybe some lemon bars? Maybe I can make…”

“That isn’t going to work. Besides, I anticipated you’d try something like that, so I’m all stocked up. Sure, they aren’t as tasty as the kind you make, but they’ll do.” He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a box. Opening it, he grabbed a sweet bread and stuffed it down. “Mmm.” He murmured and side eyed Yoosung.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll keep studying.” He mumbled “Must be nice to remember everything you read. Must be nice to be a ‘Genius’!”

“It is.” Saeran smirked and motioned to the open book in front of Yoosung. The blond grumbled but lowered his head and began to read again.

After reading the last of the chapter Saeran quizzed him. He didn’t seem to retain much of the information, but Saeran was patient with him. He helped him think of mnemonic devices to remember key words and explained how to visualize diagrams, setting them into memory like a picture. While it didn’t come as easily to him as it did to the red head, it was a tool he could readily learn and use.

“Ok, I think you can stop now.” Saeran said.

“I think that was more than an hour.” Yoosung grumbled.

“It was, but you were on a roll there at the end. You did great.”

“I wish you could take the exam for me. I’m sure you’d ace it.”

“True, but I’m not the one trying to get a degree, am I?” Saeran laughed as he closed the books and set them on the coffee table.

“Things seem so easy for you.” Yoosung sighed.

“Some things, sure, but others…” he shrugged, a sadness crossing his face before looking away. Yoosung felt like an ass. Just because Saeran was smarter than anyone he’d ever known, except his brother Saeyoung, there was so much that he had endured, making him uncomfortable and awkward in certain settings. Things he’d never learned because of his difficult life.

“I’m sorry, that was stupid.” He said and wrapped his arms around Saeran.

“I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Saeran returned the hug, warmth building between them. “Now, you said something about making some sweets?” he pulled back and looked eagerly at him.

“Haven’t you had enough?” Yoosung’s eyes bulged.

“No such thing.” Saeran shook his head and grinned.

“Fine, fine, tell you what. If I pass this exam, you have to make me something.” Yoosung said as he stood and walked towards his small kitchenett.

“Me? You want me in the kitchen?” Saeran asked horrified.

“Well, not mine, yours. And yes, I’ll help, but I expect you to do most of it.”

“You’re telling Saeyoung. I’m not going to tell him that you are putting his house in danger of getting burned down.”

Yoosung rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic! Anyone can cook.”

“Sure, tell that to my left hand.” Saeran rubbed his palm against his leg, remembering the last attempt he’d made to make something. He could still see the burn scar running across it.

“I’ll help you, just like you helped me today. We’re a team, right?” he turned towards the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

Day 1: Normal and/or Genderbent Yoosung

(1 Mar '25)

[Don't know if I'll finish this, but here is day 1 at least, lol. I'm so rusty though, so hopefully it's an OK fic. And of course, since it's Yoosung, it HAS to be YOORAN!]

He stared at the photo. It was discolored from handling on the bottom right corner. Rika’s face looked up at him, smiling, just like he remembered her. This is how he wanted to remember her. His own eyes, full of vitality and happiness, stared at him as well. It was the last photo they had taken together, before his high school graduation, when his hair had still been brown. With a sigh Yoosung set the photo back in the drawer. The twins were coming over and the last thing he wanted was to have that reminder out.

He had yet to buy a new frame for it, the last one having been broken when he bumped into the table. But maybe he would hold off on that anyway. Saeran was making excellent progress after his rescue from Mint Eye. The man had been psychotic and terrifying. Yoosung hadn’t been sure he would survive the rescue. The amount of drugs the doctors found in his system were massive and withdrawal was torturous. He felt helpless and could only offer Saeyoung his support. It was still difficult to believe that his own cousin had been sucked into the cult as well. But she had always been too kind and trusting.

A knock at the door brought him back to the present. Rika’s recovery was out of his hands anyway, she was where she needed to be. Walking towards the door he put on a smile and opened it. The twins, Saeyoung and Saeran, both red heads, and MC, Saeyoung’s wife stood just outside his apartment. He welcomed them in, Saeyoung crushed him with a hug and MC gave him a more gentle hug. Saeran acknowledged him with a nod and stepped inside, hands in his jean pockets, boots scuffing the floor.

“It smells heavenly in here!” MC exclaimed as she scooted into the small kitchenette to gaze at the wonders on the stove.

“Is that pineapple?” Saeran’s nose twitched at the sweet smell.

“Yes, I made pineapple upside down cake. But you’ll have to wait ‘till after dinner to have any.” Yoosung chuckled. It had come as a surprise that Saeran had an uncanny sweet tooth. It had come in handy when the blond tried making something new. Saeran didn’t hold back on his criticism either. They had created a nice little friendship in this way and it warmed Yoosung’s heart when he could get a smile out of the stoic man.

His amethyst eyes lingered on the red head a little too long, his heart skipping a beat. There it was again. That shift in him that had begun to happen whenever he was near Saeran. He shook his head and blinked his eyes, pushing intrusive thoughts away. Instead he focused on finishing up dinner. He asked his guests to set the table as he plated his new masterpiece. It was an Italian dish that sounded both delicious and intricately delicate. Stuffed chicken marsala. Sure, he could have pounded the chicken down and simply rolled it around the stuffing, but he much preferred delicately slitting the chicken breast, making a pocket, and stuffing it that way.

“That looks amazing.” Saeyoung drooled. “You’ll make someone a fantastic wife some day Yoosung.” He teased.

“Ha ha.” Yoosung rolled his eyes.

He served everyone and set a basket of fresh yeast rolls at the center of the table. “Dig in!” he said. He didn’t need to prompt any further. There was little conversation as they enjoyed the flavors of the chicken, sauce, and spaghetti noodles. The only sound was slurping and sighs of contentment. Yoosung felt pride and accomplishment. Once the plates were mostly empty, conversation finally began.

“I heard Jumin is keeping you pretty busy at C&R.” MC said as she sopped up some sauce with a roll.

“Mmhmm.” Yoosung answered with a mouthful of chicken. “He says it’s good for me, learning everything from the bottom up. I don’t know how Jaehee did it for so long! The man is a slave driver. And he expects perfection. I can’t stand the look of disappointment he gives me when I make a mistake.” His shoulders slumped at the memory. Too many memories of such events.

“Don’t worry about it. Jumin is tough, but if he didn’t think you were worth it, he wouldn’t be wasting his time.” Saeyoung shrugged between bites.

“Make the most of the opportunity. He can teach you a lot, things you didn’t even know you needed.” Saeran said. The table grew silent, as the red head usually didn’t make many comments. Only an occasional grunt of acknowledgment.

“Um, yeah, you’re both right. I appreciate having his attention. Most people would kill to get this experience.” Yoosung nodded, renewed in his desire to live up to Jumin’s expectations of him. Even if it killed him. His eyes once more lingered on the man across from him. The man he was growing more and more certain, he was in love with. The thought thudded in his head, and he broke out into a sweat. What was he going to do?

“Something wrong Yoosung?” MC asked, looking worriedly at him.

“Oh no! No! Nothing, I was just thinking about work that’s all.” He finished what was on his plate and stood to put it into the sink to soak.

“Dessert time?” Saeran asked, mint green eyes wide with desire. Yoosung’s heart did another flutter, wondering what it would feel like to have those eyes focused on him with that kind of desire. He swallowed and pulled his attention away from the man and nodded.

Slicing the cake with trembling hands he was able to plate them all without incident. There were more oohs and ahhs as they all dug in. Saeran especially boisterous about the sweet. The blond was thrilled by his reaction.

“You’ve outdone yourself with this dinner Yoosung.” MC said.

“Mmhmm.” Saeran and Saeyoung both nodded.

“Thank you. I’m glad you guys could come and enjoy it with me. It makes me happy.”

Day 6 Yoosung Cooking/ Yoosung meme

(6 Mar ’25)

The sun filtered into the window warming his face. His eyes opened begrudgingly as his nose was hit with something burning. The door to his bedroom flung open and little feet ran towards him, small body slamming into him.

“Daddy daddy, papa made the bad smell again.” Yoosung blinked, trying not to react to the knee squashing his groin. Gently he lifted his three-year-old daughter and snuggled her against him.

“Oh no. What is it this time? The toast? The eggs?”

“Toast! It’s black. Soooo black.” She giggled. “Papa said can still eat it.” She wrinkled her cute little button nose, dark eyes crinkling around the edges.

Yoosung laughed and rose out of bed, tugging her along with him. “OK, let me brush my teeth and I’ll be out there. What do you want for breakfast today?” he asked.

“Yay!” she hugged him briefly and let him go, running back out of the room screaming behind her, “Unkie Ju’s pancakes!”

Hah, ever since Jumin had made Ki strawberry and chocolate chip pancakes, they had become her favorite. He should have guessed. This was shy they kept fresh strawberries in the fridge. Hopefully Saeran hadn’t used them up in his attempt to make breakfast.

Washing up as quickly as he could he made his way to the disaster in the kitchen. Saeran was mumbling under his breath as he tried to scrape off the burnt bits on what looked like half a loaf of bread on the counter.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said before Yoosung could even open his mouth. “There’s something wrong with the settings on the toaster.” He grumbled.

“Of course there is.” He chuckled, bringing the garbage can over and holding it in front of his husband. Saeran’s shoulders sagged, and he dumped the pile of burnt toast into the container.

“Fine, you do it.” He said.

“Why don’t you keep Ki busy. You know how she like to ‘help’ when I cook.” He said.

“Yeah yeah, you don’t have to act like I’m doing you a favor. I know you don’t like either of us ‘helping’ while you cook.” Saeran said. He was grumpy but quickly smiled and gave his husband a kiss of relief. The man was a genius on so many levels, but cooking was not one of them.

Yoosung quickly wiped up the counter and was happy to find that Saeran had not gotten to the main ingredients yet. He whipped up the pancake mix and got to work on the skillet. Before too long the burning smell was obscured by the scents of strawberries and vanilla. He made a new pot of coffee and scrambled up some eggs, adding spinach and tomatoes. He hummed as he cooked, relishing the act of domestic bliss.

He couldn’t think of anything that he could add to his life that would make him happier. He was married to a man he loved, and who loved him just as passionately. He had a daughter that was a delight, even though she was a challenge. If he could live in this moment forever, he would. Listening to the laughter of his daughter and the joy in his lover’s voice was more than he could have ever asked for. Well, maybe another baby? He chuckled to himself, imagining asking Saeran to adopt another child.

It had been difficult for the red head to imagine himself as a father, let alone actually do it. And all that fear had been for naught. Saeran was amazing with Ki. He was amazing with all children. If he wasn’t so invested in his architecture, Yoosung would have prompted him to become a teacher of some sort. He was so kind and patient.

As he flipped the last of the pancakes, he felt arms encircle his waist and a soft kiss on his neck.

“I love you.” Saeran whispered, the warmth of his breath making the tiny hairs on his body stand on end, electrified. “Thank you for everything you do.”

Yoosung turned in his arms and kissed him passionately. Ki giggled, her pudgy hands over her grin.

“What’s so funny?” Saeran said, letting go of Yoosung and picking up their daughter, high into the air.

“Ok ok, let’s sit down and eat. Ki, do you want orange juice or milk?”

“Choco milk!”

Day 3 Childhood/Teen Yoosung

(3 Mar ’25)

TW: violence

“You’re such a crybaby Yoosung.” MC said as she wiped Yoosung’s tears with her shirt. “He’s just a nasty ugly bully. If you stood up to him he’d leave you alone.”

“I…know…” Yoosung sobbed, trying his hardest to stop crying. His mother always said that words didn’t matter and to just ignore them. But Yoosung felt the sting of every syllable thrown at him. Elementary school had been great fun before HE showed up. He glared at the back of the dark haired boy who was laughing it up with his buddies.

“Want me to beat him up?” MC asked, her fierce brown eyes ready to cause as much damage as her small body was capable of.

Yoosung forced a smile and shook his head, brown waves cascading over his amethyst eyes. “No, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He knew it wouldn’t do to tell her that Kai would have her on the ground in no time. Though he knew that she would be a wildcat nonetheless.

“Let’s just go somewhere else.” He said as he stood and brushed off the dirt on his pants. There was rip on the knee after Kai had shoved him so hard he’d fallen, bracing himself with his hands. There were scratches there too. Mom was going to have questions. He sighed, but what was he to do?

“Running away monkey?” Kai laughed, his buddies egging him on.

“Just ignore him.” MC said, taking Yoosung’s hand and pulling him with her.

“Letting your girlfriend take care of you?” Kai smirked. Even at 11 he was almost as tall as some of the teachers.

Something burned inside of Yoosung. Something unknown and terrifying. He knew if he let the flame heat up it would burst out of him uncontrollably. It was a simmering calmness, ready to be used and unleashed. While it rested within him it was a strength, and he yielded to that strength many times. Even at his tender age, he knew that he could not let it burn him up. So he shed his tears and endured. He continued to walk away but gripped MC’s hand tighter. She countered with her own tightening grip.

“What a wuss.” “Bet he wears panties.” “Couldn’t be me.” “Letting a girl rescue you.” The words bounced around him, hitting him hard, but he ignored them. Yet the simmering in his insides began to boil.

“Maybe we should play with MC instead.” Kai snickered, the inuendo hanging in the air. Yoosung felt MC stiffen, even at their age, they knew what that meant. However strong MC was, she would never be a match for Kai, especially with his friends in tow. The boiling essence within Yoosung exploded and he turned without thought, without reason and ran at the taller boy screeching.

He didn’t make a fist, instead, he used his nails and dragged them across the boy’s face and neck, jumping on him like the monkey he always called him, and pushed him to the ground. Sitting on his chest he finally fisted his hands and began to punch wherever he could reach. Kai was stunned, unable to react quickly. He was also scared at what he saw in Yoosung’s eyes.

Day 5 Yoosung AU (eg. Animal, royalty, magical)

(5 Mar ’25)

“Staring at yourself again?” MC asked as she walked up on Yoosung laying on the grass and staring into the still water of the pond. The blond splashed the water and bolted upwards. MC laughed at the caught look on his face.

“Wha…no…I…uh…” Yoosung blushed, ducking his head in embarrassment. MC softened her smile at the young god. He still had so much to learn. She glanced at the pool and noticed that he had been scrying on a pair of humans. Twins from the look of them, with shocking heads of red hair. What could the young god be interested in?

“I apologize Yoosung, I didn’t mean to interrupt what you were doing, I was merely teasing is all.” She said.

“No, no…it…it was my fault. I should be more aware of my surroundings.” His amethyst eyes blinked rapidly.

“May I ask what you are attempting to do? Perhaps I can help you.” She said as she knelt next to the pool. “Who are these humans? What is your interest in them?” she questioned as she stared into the water.

“Oh, well…” he fell silent as he settled next to her. There seemed to be tears welling in his eyes. She decided not to mention it. “Their names are Saeyoung and Saeran Choi. Their lives have not been kind, but they are so strong and gentle. I’m drawn to them, I’m not really sure why. Out of the many humans on earth, they…no…he…calls to me. Draws my heart to him.” His words became a whisper.

“Him?”

“Saeran.” He nodded towards the more diminutive of the pair. It appeared to MC that perhaps in his youth he had been denied adequate nourishment, while his brother appeared to have had no such inadequacy.

“I understand.” MC said.

“You do?” Yoosung asked, eyes all on her now.

“Yes, I have been in love with a mortal or two in my time.” She said whistfully.

“Oh, is that…allowed?” he asked earnestly.

“It isn’t quite allowed, but it isn’t quite not allowed.” She quipped. A small smile fell across Yoosung’s face before fading again as his focus was once more on the pool.

“But it never ends well does it?”

“No.” she didn’t hesitate to answer.

Yoosung reached his hand towards the gentle water, fingers hovering above the image of the red haired mortal that had captured his heart. MC gasped as the man looked up and seemed to have locked eyes with the young god. He quickly looked away again as the pair walked down a busy street. It must have been a coincidence.

“What happens if I want to be with him?”

“You can be with whoever you want Yoosung, but you have only been in the pantheon for a little under 200 years, there is still so much for you to learn. And much for you to do to benefit the people. As the god of entertainer’s and folly, you are much needed.”

“Entertainment and folly. Yes. Mortals need amusement, I see that. I take my role seriously and wish to learn all I can. And yet…what is this yearning? Am I being selfish?”

“Of course not. Even us gods need companionship, intimacy, love.” She rested her hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“But his life is so fleeting, and mine so vast. Why do I punish myself so?” he looked away letting the tears flow finally.

Day 2 YoosungxMC / Other character

(2 Mar '25)

“This looks like a good spot.” Saeran said. The leaves above their heads were full and singing in the cool breeze. The grass was soft and the smell of the garden maze a few feet away wafted around them.

“I agree.” Yoosung said. He waited for Saeran to lay the blanket down and set the picnic basket on one of the corners. The laughter of families enjoying the day at the park echoed around them. The sights, the smells, the sounds were calming and warm.

He began to set out their lunch while Saeran unpacked their drinks from his backpack.

“The breeze is nice.” Saeran said, his red hair moving lazily as the wind surged for an instant. Yoosung smiled, wanted to reach out and push the errant strands from his face. But he resisted.

They settled quickly, sitting and enjoying the atmosphere before digging in. “Do you ever think about that?” Yoosung asked, jutting his chin towards a family where the father was playing with his kids.

“Kids?” Asked Saeran, turning to see what the blond was looking at.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. Not really. It was never in the cards for me.” Saeran shrugged reaching for a bread roll. He tore it open and filled it with meat, cheese, and vegetables spreading the inside with a garlic aioli spread Yoosung had made.

“I think you’d make a great father.” Yoosung said, making his own sandwich. Saeran did a spit take and coughed to clear his throat.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“Of course not, I’m serious.” Yoosung’s amethyst eyes twinkled as he took in his lover. The man was all hard shell and angles, but once you broke through, he was nothing but a soft gooey center. There was nothing he thought Saeran was incapable of once he set his mind to it, though he understood how he had felt there was no future for him. Especially in Mint Eye. He had been nothing but a tool to be used, and used he was. The thought darkened his mood before he noticed Saeran’s amber eyes on the family once more. A look of longing he didn’t think the other man even realized he had.

“No.” Saeran shook his head and focused on his eating. “I wouldn’t even know how to be a father. I never had one, remember. I barely even had a mother.” Darkness clouded his eyes for a brief second before they cleared.

Day 7 Gaming Yoosung/Hangout with Yoosung

(7 Mar ’25)

[Cheating on this one since I don't have time to write something new. I wrote this for Yooran Week 2017. I'm sure many of you haven't read it yet, lol. It's a long one so putting a "read more".]

Saeran let himself into Yoosung’s apartment. He had not wanted to use his key, but after several doorbell rings and knocks, Yoosung had not responded. He was sure he was home, they’d been texting while Saeran had been on his way over. He was worried now, and the silence didn’t help with his anxiety.

“Yoosung?” he called out. The light over the small kitchenette was on, he walked over and set the ice cream in the freezer. He called out again. Down the hall a light was flickering, Saeran let out a sigh of relief, he must be playing LOLOL and his headphones were on. He laughed at his fear. Yoosung knew Saeran had a key, no wonder he had not been listening for the knock. He walked into the bedroom, ready to surprise Yoosung, maybe lay a kiss on his neck. But the room was empty as well. The laptop was on, LOLOL clearly logged in, but Yoosung was nowhere in the small room.

“Yoosung?” he scanned the room, there was nowhere Yoosung could hide from Saeran. He was about to walk out and check the bathroom when he heard his name being called. He turned around quickly, “Yoosung?” he questioned again, looking around, confused.

“Saeran! Saeran over here! The laptop! HEY!!” the sound was low but Saeran could clearly make out Yoosung’s words. The laptop? He walked towards it and he stopped when he saw a very terrified Yoosung slamming his fists against the monitor, on the inside. He was in the game!