Yo! Morgen (or, if you wanna be more formal, Trojan Exploiter) here!
I just wanted to warn you: this fic has some themes that could be triggering to some people, and could potentially give you emotions that you don't want.
There are mentions of depression, death, regret, low-key panic attacks, accidental self-harm, and angst.
This is not a fluff fic, and it may not end well. Please expect to feel feelings when reading this.
You have been warned!~
This was originally going to be a fic with seven chapters, but I am not completely sold on that, so I may end up adding more, or simply expanding on the story.
The countdown starts at, unsurprisingly, 7.
Saeran always had a unique relationship with his twin. He looked up to Saeyoung, but at the same time pledged his undying dislike of him.
He lied about all of his hatred, of course. He just didn't want to get hurt by his twin again.
There were some days, of course, when golden eyes would meet their kind, before one pair was overshadowed by mint green. They would watch each other, almost entranced by one another.
If anyone else had found out, or brought it up, Saeyoung would have declared that their souls would merge for a short time. The two halves would become a whole, and everything would be right in the world.
Saeran, on the other hand, would deny such a moment's existence.
It took a very long time.
A long time filled up to the eyes with anxiety and sleepless nights and hair-pulling.
It took time, but eventually, Saeran began to tolerate Saeyoung's existence. He loosened up- even accepted Saeyoung's desperate offers of an olive branch between the two after even more time. He still had strange fits of emotion at times, but he was getting better all the time.
"Is this thing recording?... Looks like it is... Well, here goes, then. I may never have said it to your face in these past few years, but... I love you, you know. Deep down, I guess... I always have. I've always just been trying to impress you, Saeyoung. Sorry I can't... do that anymore."
"Luciel Choi," Jaehee spoke in a commanding tone. The man in question froze and turned around on his heels with a comically goofy grin as he gazed down at her.
"Yeah? What's up, Jaehee?" he greeted her happily, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Please drop the act," she responded coldly. "I want to know what is going on with Saeran. Everyone is concerned. Just tell us that he is okay, please."
Saeyooung's smile had never vanished faster.
"Blunt," he commented, looking away quickly.
"Just answer the question."
"Saeran's going through a difficult point in his life. He doesn't know who to turn to..." Saeyoung let a small sigh escape his lips. "I can't even help him anymore. I don't know who can help him but himself."
Jaehee blinked at Saeyoung. "Are you saying he's only getting more depressed, instead of getting better?"
Saeyoung looked down. "I should really go... and... do some work," he whispered. He turned and hurried off, leaving a semi-confused, concerned Jaehee in his wake.
