Mystic Messenger High School AU
Word Count: 1,276
⇨This chapter is from Saerans POV! This gets angsty, guys. Gotta set up that conflict, ya know?
Authors Note: Welcome to who’s fic is it anyway where the update schedule is made up and the word count doesn’t matter. I’m sorry guys I feel like George RR Martin when you’re all hoping I post more before I die. I’m sorry this has been so slow I’ll try and be better!
Saeran grumbled and rolled around in his bed, kicking the notebook off angrily with his foot. At least he tried to study, right? He held his phone up above his face. The truth was he had spent all day periodically staring at the chatroom trying to summon enough courage to type, and because of that he found it impossible to focus on his assignments.
The clock was winding down and taking his chances with it, it was already heading into the evening hours. He groaned, ruffling the thick hair on his head in frustration. There had been several people interested in him over the years, that’s true, but no one had ever caught his attention like this before. He was lost on what to do.
“Just do it already, you dumb ass. What are you hesitating for?” he whispered to himself, hoping Saeyoung didn’t hear him from the other room.
You: I know, his lecture was brutal!
Yoosung: Right?! T_T
You: My hand was cramping from the notes
Yoosung: Maybe we can study together?!
*Unknown has entered the chat*
Zen: Getting bold now, boy?
Yoosung: Don’t listen to him -_-
Yoosung: Saeran, hi!
You: Hello, Saeran!
Unknown: What’s up, ___. I was actually wondering
Unknown: About what we talked about the other day?
Yoosung: You guys talked??
Unknown: Were you still down?
Unknown: I could meet you outside in like 5…
Zen: WHAT IS GOING ON
Yoosung: I’m wondering, too…
You: It’s for art guys lol
You: Sure! I’ll be out soon! ^^
*___ had left the chat*
*Unknown has left the chat*
Saeran let out the breath he had been holding in. She said yes. Oh, that meant he needed to get going. He grabbed his sketchbook and utensils, stopping in front of the mirror to mess with his hair and check himself out. His twins body perched itself on the door frame out of nowhere, that smug look on his face.
“You look adowableee,” Saeyoung pretended to pinch his cheeks.
“Don’t touch me, freak,” Saeran huffed and smacked his hand away, stepping out to head towards the front door.
“Have her home before 11!” Saeyoung called out before the door slammed.
He saw you sitting on the curb, waiting. For him. You were staring up at the sky, probably because the sun was setting soon. The colors were beginning to reflect on the clouds.
He cleared his throat to catch your attention, only a few feet away now.
“Oh, hey,” you turned to him with a smile before standing up with your book in hand.
You were wearing some shorts and a black t-shirt, plain white sneakers on your feet. You could have just rolled out of bed, but he thought you were beautiful. That effortless sort of beauty that appealed to him the most. Awkwardly he shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, trying his best to be nonchalant.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“You weren’t kidding, it’s beautiful here,” you sat down and opened your book.
“It’s my favorite place,” he sat down next to you, “I come here a lot to think and draw.”
“Does Saeyoung come with you?”
“No. He’s usually too busy working or at church, plus he can’t draw for shit,” he remarked while opening his book beside you.
“Do you work, Saeran?”
“Nah. Saeyoung works a lot so I don’t have to. He says he just wants me to focus on my art and studies,” he shrugged.
“Your brother…he’s a great guy, isn’t he,” you remarked cooly.
Why is she talking about that idiot? He wanted to brush it off as nothing, but the way you said his name and the tone of your voice left a sour taste in his mouth. In a way, he was glad. The anger brought back his confidence. He just needed you to focus on him and the present for a little bit.
Placing his pencil and pad down he shuffled himself behind you, snaking his right arm along yours and grabbing your drawing hand into his own. Right then he knew he wouldn’t be able to get the fragrance of your hair out of his mind for the next few days.
“Your stokes. They’re too short and choppy. Long, solid lines are better. Look,” he moved your hand on the page, drawing smooth lines with ease and sketching the landscape with you, “see?”
“Oh,” you nodded, “I see. You’re really good, Saeran.”
“So are you. If you really enjoy this, we can keep coming here together…”
“Okay, it’s better than being at home, anyway,” you confessed.
“That bad, huh? My mom’s a real piece of work, herself. I know we aren’t super close or anything yet. And I know you hate talking about it. But if you ever need anything…just call or text me, ok?”
“Thanks, I will,” you nodded.
He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to open up about it. He had the same dark feelings about his own situation. This was the first time he had been on the other side of something like this, and it didn’t make him feel any better. He was fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you. To kiss your ear. And yet he still wanted to remain close behind you.
“Well,” he continued, trying to change the subject, “keep drawing. I’ll just watch for now.”
And he did. Until it was too dark to see the pad properly. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much, and he even made you laugh a few times. He draped his jacket over you on the walk home, since you looked cold. He thought that was shit that only happened in movies.
“Thanks,” you handed his jacket back as you approached your driveway, “you’re really nice.”
“No big deal,” he shrugged.
“See you at school tomorrow?”
“Ya, see ya,” he watched until you were completely inside.
His own house was dark and quiet when he entered. He threw his jacket on the couch, only to be startled by a figure rising from it in the darkness.
“Hey, what the hell,” Saeyoung threw the jacket from his face as he sat up.
“You scared the shit out of me,” Saeran yelled, “what are you doing sitting here in the dark you freak?”
“Shh, you’ll wake up mom,” he whispered, “coming home pretty late, huh? How’d it go?”
Anyone else would disregard his question as innocent. But they were twins. Saeran could see that hint of concern in Saeyoung’s eyes. Underneath that casual demeanor, Saeran knew his brothers stomach was probably in knots right now. Why else would he have sat up waiting for him to come home.
He remembered the way you talked about Saeyoung and his eyes narrowed towards his twin. Saeyoung. The one who got to hold a job. The one who got to rely on his faith. The one who got most of their mothers attention, rare and shitty as it was. The one who made everything look easy by just laughing things off. He was tired of Saeyoung getting everything.
“Cut the shit,” Saeran snapped.
“Huh? What’s gotten into you?” Saeyoung laughed in response.
“I’m not fucking around, Saeyoung,” his words were cold.
The smile left his brothers face. They were now standing in the dark, staring each other down in the quiet living room.
“I’ll warn you this once, since you’re my brother. Stay away,” he took a few steps towards his room, “I won’t let you have her.” And with that he closed the door behind him, leaving Saeyoung standing in the dark alone.