YooRan Week

Hi! This is a few days late, but I really like this! But be warned! This contains spoilers for Seven’s real name and some stuff from the Secret Endings! I’m sorry if I overlooked some grammer / proper tense things bc this was written over the span of a few days. As always, feedback and commentary would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy! ❤

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    “Hello?” Yoosung banged on the gate of the bunker. He made plans a few days ago to hang out with Saeran, so he was confused to why he wasn’t being let inside.

    “You must say, ‘MC is a cute, little snuggle muffin’ in Arabic to open the door.”

    Yoosung groaned. Even though Saeyoung has changed since he met MC, he’s still the same dork.

    As soon as he tried to call Saeran, the door opened. “Hey, Yoosung. I didn’t hear you knocking. What’s up?”

    He looked up from his phone to see MC in a light pink apron with Long Cat stretching across the bottom. Probably Saeyoung’s. “I love your choice in fashion, MC.” Yoosung smirked.

    She laughed and then gestured inside. “Come in!”

    They passed the kitchen on the way to the living room. It looked like MC was cooking something.

    MC took off her apron and throws it on the tan couch before sitting down. Yoosung sat on the opposite side.

    He noticed that Saeyoung wasn’t here. If he were, he would be showering MC with praise and adoration. Yoosung wouldn’t be surprised if he kissed the ground before her feet. Saeran also couldn’t be home because he would have met Yoosung at the door.

    “Where did the twins go to. I made plans with Saeran, but it seems they aren’t here.”

    MC sighed. “Saeyoung heard that there was a new ice cream shop was opening on the other side of town today. He told Saeran that they wouldn’t be gone long, but I’m sure they’ll be gone all day. Saeyoung has been complaining about his lack of ‘brother bonding time.’ Now that he got Saeran out the house, he’s going to do anything he can to stay out with him.”

    “That explains it. What were you trying to do in the kitchen?” The blonde asked.

    “Oh that!” she stood up. “I’ve been trying out some Korean recipes! I want to surprise Saeyoung for our anniversary.”

    She left Yoosung to the kitchen. “I want to cook him breakfast in bed, make a picnic, and then a dinner that he won’t forget!”

     “That’s nice and all, but how much Korean food can you even cook so far?”

    The brunette avoided his gaze. “Well …”

     Yoosung sighed. “That doesn’t sound too good.”

    “Yeah, well. I’ve been trying to make omurice, but I’m not too good at it.”

    Yoosung beamed. “Well! Good thing I’m here! I’m the best at making omurice! My mom taught me how to make it, and her recipe is the best!”

    “Oh? Someone’s getting cocky.” MC laughed. “That’s not how I remember your omurice that you cooked when I first joined the RFA.”

    “Ahh. Well, that day was a flop. I’m normally much better at making it!” The blonde stammered in an attempt to explain.

    MC sighed. “Well, at least you know how to make it. That’s better than me right now. Since you’re here, you might as well help me!”

    “Fine, but only since Saeyoung messed up my plans.”

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    The two resume their previous places on the couch after two hours and several recipes later.

    “So how was that?” MC asked Yoosung.

    “You improved a lot since we started, and I think you’ll give Saeyoung a day he’ll never forget. Just the fact that you were trying so hard to do something for him will mean everything.” Yoosung paused. “If you do anything for either of them, it means the world to them.”

    MC nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. He’s so different from when I first met him.”

    “Sev-” Yoosing cut himself off. “Saeyoung would be so flamboyant and energetic in the chatroom, but in person, his eyes looked glassy, smile forced. When I look at him now, he’s just so free. So happy.”

    Yoosung turned to MC. “It’s because of you. You changed him.”

    They both paused in a comfortable silence.

    “You know,” MC said, voice filling the quiet room. “You’ve also changed Saeran. I’ve never seen him so happy!”

    “I’m glad. He deserves to be happy.”

    “So. How does it feel that you might eventually semi-related to me? What is the husband of your brother-in-law called, anyway?” Her eyes were so bright. Hopeful and full of love.

    “I’m sure it’s too early to think of that.” Yoosung answered slowly, even though he had, in fact, thought about that so many times.

    “Pshhhh! I’m sure you’ve thought about it so many times! You can’t fool me, little boy!”

    Yoosung laughed. “Ha! You got me. In all honesty, you’d be the best semi-related person.”

    “You two just compliment each other so well! Even though Saeyoung will never tell you or his brother, he actually really likes you two together.”

     Yoosung raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean that he writes secret fanfiction about us?”

    “Of course! He even has a shrine dedicated to you guys’ relationship. He’s like a proud mom.” MC played along.

    They once again fell into a comfortable silence, and once again, it was broken by MC.

    “All jokes aside, he’s been really supportive of you and Saeran. When Saeyoung broke Saeran out of the hospital, he was scared that he would never be happy again. But we’re here, with him happy as can be.”

    Yoosung smiled. “That really puts my heart at ease. I’m really happy that I’m making Saeyoung happy by making Saeran happy. They deserve all the happiness in the world.”

    Yoosung really meant it. After all the twins have been through, all the years of uncertainty and fogginess, they deserve to live as if nothing matters. As if sadness doesn’t exist.

    “Come on. We’ve had enough of a break. Let’s go clean up the kitchen in case they get home earlier than I thought.”

    “Do I have to? It’s your kitchen.” Yoosung smirked.

    “Hmph. What would your mom say to that, little boy Yoosung?”

    “Fair point.” He said dejectedly. “And stop making those little boy jokes! I’m not even that much younger than you!”

    “Doesn’t matter. You’re still the little boy of the RFA.”

    “Let’s just get cleaning. You got stuff everywhere.”

    “Not true! I only got stuff in some places! The kitchen isn’t that bad,” MC huffed.

    “Let’s just do it.”

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    “Honey, I’m home~” Yoosung could hear Saeyoung sing song voice over the chick flick he and MC were watching.

    “Do you need to do that every time you come home? You even say it when MC isn’t even here!” Yoosung could hear Saeran’s exasperated tone, a bit closer now.

    “You see, dear brother, I would never want to sneak up on my precious MC, so I must always make my presence known!”

    “That’s a really dumb reason, you know.”

    The twins finally made it to the living room.

    “What is this?!” Saeyoung exclaimed in mock hurt. “My dear wife spending time with another man without my knowledge!”

    Saeran sighed. “You’re too much, sometimes. Go sit down!” And then to Yoosung he said “Hey, babe. I didn’t know you would still be here.”

    Yoosung smiled widely. “I came to pick you up this morning, but when you weren’t here, I just hung out with MC. How was your ‘brother bonding time’?”

    Saeran glanced over to his brother, who was giving MC all the attention of a lovesick puppy. “Despite being practically kidnapped, I had a good time.”

    Saeyoung looked to Saeran. “I said we were gonna go to the new ice cream place, but I never said we would go straight there! I’ve done nothing wrong, right MC?”

    The brunette just laughed. “Alright, sweetie. Besides, you gave me some time to hang out with Yoosung. It’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us!”

    “You’re right. It has been a little bit, hasn’t it?”

    Saeran pulled Yoosung into the front hallway. “The movie we were gonna see has an afternoon screening. If we leave now, we’ll be able to make it.”

    “Whatever you say, babe.”

    “Bye, guys!” Saeran yells over his shoulder as they walk out.

    “Have fun, you two!” MC yelled back.

Last fic for @yooranweek annnnddddd, I’m late, so no edits, hopefully it makes sense! NSFW I pretty much ignored the prompts for today and went more with: Fantasy

Day 7: RFA as Narrators/Dream Fever

“Hey.”

“Yoosung, hi, I didn’t know you were coming over today.” Saeran stood from his chair and wrapped the blonde in a hug. He was wearing his usual blue hoodie, the hair clips securely in his hair, and his book bag slung across his chest.

“Looking for someone to play LOLOL with you? Is Saeyoung being a jerk again?” he laughed. “Come on, we can kick his ass, I’ve been working on a new code for making armor more resistant!” he turned back to his desk but Yoosung grabbed his arm.

“No, actually, I want to show you something.” Yoosung’s face was beet red and he appeared more embarrassed than Saeran had ever seen him. Even more embarrassed than he had been after their first time making love, when Yoosung had cried afterwards.

“Ok.” Saeran stated and watched as Yoosung pulled the strap over his head and set the bag on Saeran’s bed. He took his laptop out and set it on Saeran’s desk, pushing his keyboard to the side.

“Sit.” Yoosung ordered. Saeran arched an eyebrow but did as he was told.

Yoosung opened the laptop, turned it on, and input his password. They waited for it to boot up. Saeran kept quiet, but he could tell Yoosung was very nervous, which made him nervous. What was he about to see? And did he want to see it?

“There’s something I want you to watch. It’s gonna’ be strange, probably, and, you’re gonna’ have questions, but, just, finish watching it before you ask, ok?” Yoosung finished in a rush. Saeran nodded, not trusting his voice. Yoosung queued up a video, expanded it, and hit the space bar.

[Yooran Week Day 7! Prompt: Fever Dream]

“It’s okay.” The boy with the kind green eyes gave him a soft smile, fingertips brushing away a tear. Was he crying? God…he didn’t want to cry in front of him again.

I tried to write a poem. I think I’m bad at writing poems, but friend said it was good and convinced me to. It’s a day late. Oh well. I’ll try to finish my actual writing for today, you know, today, but no promises. This is from Saeran’s POV. Enjoy!

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I am winter

He is summer

I am dark, cold, distant

He is bright, warm, inviting

I am bare

He is full of life

His smile banishes all malice

His smile chases away my fears

Why would one so gentle

Care for one so rough?

Why would one so bright

Care for one so dark?

Why would one so perfect

Day 7 - RFA as Narrators

Takes place in this AU

I just realised I missed @yooranweek so here’s a quick fic for today’s prompt, dream fever.

“I want someone to control me.”

Saeran flinched, “Yoosung, don’t say that, even as a joke. You weren’t controlled as a child the way I was. It’s not a good thing, trust me.”

Yoosung took Saeran’s hands in his and stared into his mint eyes.

“I trust you. So I’d trust you to control me. It could be exciting.”

“No, it wouldn’t. I don’t think so anyway…” Saeran’s thoughts wavered as he looked into the beautiful purple eyes he could never resist.

Yoosung let go of his boyfriend’s hands and looked away.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I have to go home now anyway, there’s a LOLOL tournament tonight. Goodbye for meow.”

Yoosung gave him a quick kiss and left. Saeran sighed, tears welling up in his eyes. He’d been controlled both by his mother and the so called Saviour at Mint Eye. He’d wanted to control and torment his brother for so long, but that was all past. Yoosung’s use of Saeyoung’s goodbye just made him feel more guilty.

He curled up on the sofa and decided to sleep, because he didn’t want to think anymore. His twin was out on a mission with Vanderwood, so their shared house was quiet.

He was just drifting off when the doorbell rang and he heard Yoosung’s screams. He jumped up and ran to open the door, where he found Yoosung sobbing. Somehow the blonde’s tears made him sound like he was in a porno, and it gave Saeran an idea. Yoosung has changed into a suit and tie, and he grabbed onto the tie and pulled him back into the house.

“You want me to control you, yes?”

“Yes!”

Saeran felt stirrings of his other personality return. He was still in therapy and had mostly eradicated his ‘Unknown’ personality, but right now he wanted the other boy under his command, and under him.

He put a collar he didn’t know he owned on Yoosung, then realised he was wearing his Unknown clothes. He didn’t remember changing clothes but he took it as a sign that it was ok to do this.

He pushed Yoosung face first onto the couch, “Do as I say!” He yelled.

He ran his fingers through his lover’s hair. Yoosung was missing his cute hair clips.

“Your hair clips, where are they?”

“I took them off to be hotter, instead of cute.”

“Did you just read my mind?” Saeran asked. “But I want you cute. You can be cute and hot. As long as you’re Yoosung. MY Yoosung.”

“I’m always yours,” Yoosung turned around to kiss Saeran.

“Don’t leave me,” Saeran whispered.

“Sssh, I won’t.”

“Yoosung, I love you…”

Saeran sat up on the couch, which was empty besides himself.

“Man, I need to stop stealing Saeyoung’s Honey Buddha Chips. Weird nightmare. Well it wasn’t a total nightmare. Maybe I should call Yoosung, just to check he’s ok. Maybe I’ll order him to come back here. I can control him by taking him from LOLOL for one night.”

@yooranweek Day 6: Falsely Yours

For @yooranweek

Day 6: Duality and Depth/Falsely Yours

Saeran eagerly closed his eyes. He’d spent most of the day with Saeyoung and Yoosung and the proximity to the blonde had been excruciating. He treated Saeran just like Saeyoung, like an older brother, a friend, but nothing more. It ate at Saeran, who ached for the blonde daily. What made things worse, was the fact that Yoosung currently had a huge crush on a girl in one of his classes and was getting the courage up to asking her out. Saeran encouraged him, but he died a little every time. Of course, he wanted Yoosung to be happy, but he hated that it was without him.

He snuggled into the pillow, ready for his other life to begin. A better life than this one. His breathing evened out and he flipped into that other world. He opened his eyes, the bright sunshine streaming through the window, shinning on him. He glanced next to him, the bed was empty. He stretched, unconcerned, as he could smell the freshly brewed coffee wafting in from the kitchen. He rose, and after taking care of his bathroom ritual, he padded on bare feet into the kitchen. Yoosung’s back was to him as he fiddled with something on the stove.

Day 5 - Personification

Not really sure it fit into the prompt…but…this is what came out!

For @yooranweek

Day 5: Personification/Yooran on Crack

His restrictions irked him, and he delighted in breaking away from them.

“You’re still too young to go up top.” “You don’t have enough control”

He kicked a stone and grabbed more, beginning to toss them at the surrounding trees. What was so special here? Why was it so dangerous? After all, wasn’t it their job to come here and recruit? Yoosung’s black wings vibrated as he shrugged his shoulders. His bare chest was etched with runes of power which illuminated bright red when used.

“You should not be here.” A voice sounded above him. His sharp amethyst eyes quickly found the speaker and he hissed through his sharpened teeth.

Above him hovered a heavenly creature. A vile form of purity. His hair was a shining crimson color, it flowed around his face as the winds picked up. His amber eyes, full of inner, self-righteous light, narrowed dangerously. The ivory wings behind him were a stark contrast to Yoosung’s.

“What do you care?” he challenged.

“You are a child. Reckless and immature. You should not be here.” He reiterated, as he lowered to the ground. They were of similar heights, able to look eye to eye. Yoosung swept a lock of golden hair from his eyes and tucked it behind his ear.

“I go where I please, and no ANGEL…” he spit the word out with venom, “…can tell me otherwise.”

“You Fallen should really learn your place.” The angel took a step forward, a shinning sword appearing in his grasp. Yoosung grinned, spreading his wings, opening his stance, and squaring off, ready to take flight or maneuver. His dark claws grew and sharpened to a razor’s edge.