Saeyoung and MC

Day 17: Sirens

“What about that one?” Saeran asked.

“No, mostly passengers on it.” Yoosung answered.

“I miss the good old days where pirates sailed the seas.” Saeyoung sighed.

“Me too, watching their stupid faces as they dashed against the rocks was fun.” Saeran grinned.

“That one!” MC cried, pointing, then looked to Yoosung for verification. He could always tell which ships deserved their song.

“Slavers!” Yoosug hissed. The Sirens around him growled and began to sing in one unified voice. It was beautiful and horrifying. The notes carried swiftly in the wind, buffeting the ship and encasing it ensnaring every listener.

Soon the ship turned sharply, the Sirens on the rocks beckoning with their dangerous melody. Yoosung cut off his own song and plunged into the ocean, Saeran and a few others joining him. They swam to the ship and boarded. The slavers were blinded by the song and didn’t notice them.

They made their way to the holding cells below decks and began to sing a different song. It put the slaves in the cells into a stupor, making them susceptible to their prodding. The sirens guided the slaves gently out of the newly opened cells. As they worked, they began to hear splashes, as the pirates on deck began to jump overboard in an attempt to make it to the Sirens on the rocks.

“I’ll head back up.” Saeran stated, giving Yoosung a quick hug and kiss. “Make sure you don’t miss anyone.” Yoosung nodded.

Soon enough they felt the vessel slow and turn. Once they faced away from the rocks and there were no more splashes, they took the slaves on deck. Saeran stood at the wheel. He set it in place with a rope and rejoined the others.

“Any of them know how to steer a ship?” he asked the blond.

“We’ve picked out enough with knowledge to sail. They should be safe, these are warriors, give them arms and they will be able to protect themselves. It’s the best we can do. The rest is up to them.” Yoosung said.

“Good, now it’s time to do your magic my love.” Saeran smiled proudly. He was rewarded with a blush. Yoosung’s gift was rare, even among the Sirens, and Saeran always enjoyed listening to Yoosung’s song.

The blond began to sing, raising his voice to the heavans. The sound rang in their ears as if listening to an angel. After a few minutes the song died down and the slaves began to waken from their stupor. Before they came completely out of it, the Sirens dived back into the ocean and swam away, towards the rocks.

As they climbed back up Saeran asked MC “Did any of them make it?”

“Three. Saeyoung took them into the caverns. They’ll make good slaves.” She smirked. “How did it go on the ship?”

“Yoosung gave them the memory of liberating themselves. It should be a glorious tale.” Saeran grinned. He pulled the younger Siren towards him holding him close.

“I just hope they make it.” Yoosung said.

Day 4: Centaurs & Satyrs

“The dryads are angry again.” Yoosung sighed, laying his horned head on Saeran’s shoulder.

“Let me guess, my brother has been bothering them.” Saeran shook his shaggy head, his horns itchy with irritation. “I’m tired of apologizing for his idiocy.”

“Yeah, they’re starting to give me the cold shoulder too. Guilty by association I guess.” Yoosung said.

“You? But you’re the sweetest satyr in the entire forest! That does it! I’m kicking his ass!” Saeran stood, brushing the dirt off his furry thighs.

“Stop!” Yoosung grabbed the red head and pulled him back down. “You know why he’s acting like a fool. He just doesn’t want to admit he’s in love.”

“Ugh!” Saeran sat back on his hooves heavily. “That dryad hates him, and I don’t blame her. He’s like a child pulling his crush’s pigtails. Except that pulling a dryad’s metaphorical pigtails can get you killed.”

“True, but I’m not so sure MC really hates him. I think she’d have already done enough damage to discourage his advances, but she seems to leave enough hope to keep him going back.”

“Think so?” Saeran pulled Yoosung against his chest, kissing the top of his head. “Maybe if he does get a girlfriend he’ll settle down.”

“Mhm. Play for me will you?” Yoosung lay his head on Saeran’s shaggy thighs. His boyfriend grabbed his panflute and began to play. The notes were crisp and clear, the melody soft and serene. Before too long the fey of the forest began to gather, Saeran’s playing bringing calm and joy to everyone’s heart. Even Saeyoung, Saeran’s brother, showed up and sat next to his brother. MC peeked out of a tree behind him, eyes wide, but he was oblivious to her.

Saeran’s playing filled Yoosung with love and devotion. He felt pride as the other fey circled around them just to be able to sit and listen to the beautiful music. He sat up and watched as the creatures of the forest swayed to the melody, eyes glassy with emotion. Those who were partnered up held onto each other, smiles reflecting their happiness. As he turned, he noticed Saeyoung and MC’s hand reaching out towards his shoulder. The red-haired satyr ignorant of the impending touch.  MC’s large brown eyes blazed beneath her dark flowing hair. Her nails were sharpened bark, skin the color of clear and pristine water. Her long fingers finally touched down on Saeyoung’s bare shoulder. His head turned slowly, amber eyes widening as he understood who was touching him.

There was glistening in his eyes as MC glided next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and sliding her slender hand into his large one. He lay his head on hers, careful of his horn and closed his eyes.

Yoosung’s heart swelled even more as he watched his family grow right before his eyes. Love poured out of every single note his lover played. It was only one of the many things that had made Yoosung fall in love with Saeran.

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Yoosung held his hand and practically dragged him through the crowds, following Saeyoung and MC. He didn’t pay attention to where they were going, his eyes swiveling back and forth gazing at the items in all the stalls. The sun was setting, and the lights came on making the walkway twinkle. Every once in while they stopped and inspected the wares of a stall that caught someone’s eye.

Saeran’s eyes fell on his boyfriend, his profile showing a stunning smile. His heart leapt and he felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. He was still unused to the smile coming so easily to his face, but he often dwelt on the fact that it was becoming more and more common. Yoosung turned towards him, his eyes wide and sparkling, the glow of the lights highlighting the amethyst gems. His smile widened and he stepped back to give Saeran a quick hug.

There were days when Saeran’s emotions felt like they were going to burn him up from the inside out. This was one of those times. He couldn’t describe how he was feeling to anyone else any more than he could describe it to himself. But there was something, something immense that dwelled within him that struggled to escape. Yoosung turned back towards the other couple as MC called him over to a table with handmade jewelry displayed. She was showing him a set of hair clips with small chips of diamonds inlaid. The other man looked excited but ultimately didn’t purchase anything.

They continued through the throng and Saeran began to notice other couples. It seemed that it was easy to pick out those that weren’t having a good time and those that were. He watched as a young couple about his age gazed into each other’s eyes and leaned in for a sweet kiss. They both smiled, the man pulled in the woman close to his side, her arm around his waist as they passed him by.

He felt Yoosung tug at him as he paused to watch the couple. He turned towards his boyfriend and began to follow again when his heartbeat pounded in his chest and sweat broke out all over his skin with realization. He came to a full stop making Yoosung break his stride and almost stumble backwards. MC and Saeyoung walked forward a few more steps before realizing the other couple was no longer next to them. They turned back.

“Saeran? Is something wrong?” Yoosung looked confused and worried, unable to read the look on his boyfriend’s face.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, his ears ringing with an honest truth that had thus far not realized. His breathing became labored and heavy. Bright green eyes wide with understanding. This feeling, this pressure, this bubble just below the surface ready to pop…it was…it…

“I…mm…” the words stuck in his throat as his blurring vision began to clear, Yoosung’s brilliant amythist eyes staring back at him, his face carved in a worried expression.

“What is it? Are you hurt? Do you need to sit down? Oh no, are you having an anxiety attack? I knew it! This crowd is too much! I shouldn’t have dragged you here!” Yoosung began looking around, as if to find some safe place to take his boyfriend. But Saeran didn’t budge. He shook his head, once more attempting to speak.

“I…I…I’m…happy.” Happy! He was happy! The feeling that had grown inside of him, the feeling he had been unable to comprehend, the feeling that seemed to want to explode out of him at certain times, happiness. He was happy! Happy when Saeyoung woke him up in the morning, happy when MC treated him like a little brother, happy when Yoosung held his hand, gave him a smile, teased him, and kissed him. Happy when he was around the RFA members, when Zen put his arm around him and gave him workout tips, when Jumin held a conversation with him and genuinely listened to his thoughts, when Jaehee showed him how to make coffee and showed him patience. Happy because he had the one thing, he thought he had lost forever. A family. He had a family. It wasn’t all by blood but that only made it better. They wanted to be his family. They wanted to be close to him. Yoosung wanted to be with him even with all of his flaws.

Happy! He was so very happy!

Tears rolled down his eyes as looks of understanding flooded his family. They encircled him and held him in their arms. This is what it felt to be happy. He had never experienced this level of it, but now that he knew, he would fight to the death to keep it.

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Day 26: Who’s Your Mummy

LEMONS…under the cut…short and sweet…

“Can you help me with this?” MC asked as she tried to zip up her mummy costume.

“Sure.” Saeyoung answered then proceeded to unzip what she had already zipped.

“Saeyoung!” MC rolled her eyes.

“Yes?” he said, while pushing down the mummy costume, leaving it in a puddle around her bare feet.

“You…we’re going to be late.” She laughed as he pulled her against him and pressed his lips against her neck kissing her tenderly.

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Day 17: Ghost Town

Saeran sat against the tree watching the clouds float by. Yoosung was by his side, their hands intertwined, his head on his shoulder. It was a lazy afternoon, and they were enjoying the cool breeze in the air.

“Remember ice cream?” Yoosung sighed.

“Don’t remind me, of course I remember ice cream. It’s what I miss the most.” The coolness as it touched his tongue, the sweetness that infused his mouth. There was nothing like that here and he mourned the loss.

“I know, I was just thinking how jealous I always was that you could eat so many sweets and not gain an ounce while I just looked at a piece of cake and gained five pounds.” Yoosung exhaled.

Saeran laughed, “I guess you don’t have to worry about that anymore huh?”

“Yeah, be careful what you wish for…” Yoosung stated.

“You just might get it.” Saeran finished.

They commiserated. It was sad to think of their old lives, but there was peace here and they were among friends. In fact, they could see Jumin walking up the hill towards them even now.

“It’s almost time, you should get down to the buildings.” He stated, though it was a steep climb, the businessman showed no signs of sweat on him.

“Is that why you came all the way up here?” Saeran asked as he stood and helped Yoosung up as well.

“No, it’s a beautiful day and since there was nothing else that required my attention, I decided to take a long walk. Saeyoung and MC are already at their place.”

“Of course they are, it’s exhausting trying to keep up with them. Although, I’d rather deal with them than Zen!” even Jumin’s stoic visage showed a smirk. Zen never missed a chance to be dramatic.

They walked down together, Yoosung stopping a few times to pick some wildflowers that he insisted on placing in Saeran’s hair. He scowled in disappointment whenever one of the flowers would disappear, but it didn’t deter him from continuing to do it. Saeran allowed his boyfriend to continue to use him in this diversionary fashion, it hurt nothing and made him relatively happy. If only he could give him something more permanent.

Arriving on their street Saeran kissed Yoosung on the forehead and headed towards the ice cream shop, Yoosung made his way to the flower shop and Jumin to the tallest building, which had once been a subsidiary of C&R. Jaehee met him in the lobby and they took their places behind a desk to wait.

Further down the street Saeyoung and MC stayed busy in the toy shop, Saeyoung tinkering with a new toy he knew he would never finish while MC absently swept, her eyes distant and wistful.

“What do you think our children would look like?” she asked.

Saeyoung stopped working and sat up straighter, watching his beautiful wife. He smiled, contemplateing that very thing. “If it was a girl, as beautiful as you.” He stated.

“No, I think they would have your hair and freckles, that would be adorable. I bet you were the cutest little boy.” She smiled. The thought made Saeyoung sad, he never felt cute, adorable, loved as a child.

“Wouldn’t matter what they looked like. They would be loved unconditionally.” He said. MC set the broom against the wall and kissed the top of her husband’s head.

“You’re right, that’s all that matters.”

Across the street in the theater Zen stood on stage in full costume, his face painted white, eyes as crimson as blood, his silver cape almost the same color as his hair. He ran through his lines and danced the same dance he had perfected now for so many years.

They waited. Waited for the bus full of people who came almost every day to walk and be terrified by their ghost town. They didn’t have to participate of course, not every spirit that resided in the town did. Some pleaded for help, some, angry at their lot attempted to harm the living breathing humans that walked through the streets. Others, like the RFA members, tried to give those alive an experience they would never forget. It was fun and kept them energized. Not all would be able to see them, most adults could never fathom such a rich spiritual world, and those that did see them were not believed. Mostly it was the children whose minds were still open to the possibility possessed the necessary sight.

Saeran would try and give them ice cream, winking at them and putting a finger against his mouth in a shushing motion. Saeyoung and MC would play with them, showing off the myriad of toys on the shelf. Yoosung would place flowers in their unaware parents’ hair and dance around them, making the children giggle at the antics. Jumin and Jaehee would pretend not to see the humans, passing through them and sometimes sitting on them. They would argue about cat projects, Jumin acting like a jerk and tossing papers around while Jaehee ran around trying to pick them up. The antics were comical enough for the children to enjoy, while terrifying any adult who could see. Finally, Zen, who had the strongest aura of them all, would spellbound his audience with his acting, even those adults who could not see, could feel his presence, the emotions he was trying to convey leaching into their skin making the hair on the back of their necks stand on end.

It was a peaceful existence, but it was a dead one. Perhaps one day they would tire of this playacting. Or grow angry with it. As it was now, they had each other, it was all they could ask for.