Pic: it wouldn't let me put it in the top whoops so HERE is the original game versions of Saeyoung and Saeran :P

Lol and here's Saeran and Yoosung (this is in Jumin's route btw) idk I just love them all don't judge

On with ch. 17!

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"Saeyoung," Saeran said sourly, "Was my twin brother." Yoosung interlaced their fingers and edged closer to Saeran, whose eyes were furious.

"We were born to a high-caste nobleman. He and Jumin worked together closely, but my brother and I were illegitimate, we were never supposed to have been born. So we grew up alone, in the dark, never venturing outside. Mother always beat me because I was often sick, more so than Saeyoung, costing her precious medicine and time. Saeyoung was always favored. Always. No matter what I did, he always did it better. He was brotherly, kind to me, we were close, at first. 

"One day our mother and father got into a fight, and my mother revealed us to Jumin, claiming that our father had raped her, and we were the product. My father was sent to work in the streets, and my mother became a handmaiden to an even higher-caste noblewoman. Jumin saw that Saeyoung was stronger than me, so he offered him a job as his jester. Saeyoung took it." 

Yoosung's eyes widened. "The Jester? I thought- Oh!" Yoosung's mind flashed back to the courtroom, picturing the Joker's face. "I thought you seemed familiar..." 

"What is it?" 

"I was present in the Joker's trial. I know him. I've talked to him... I wonder what happened after the trial..." Saeran blinked, then frowned. 

"Oh." 

"Anyways, sorry, continue." 

"Um. So, when Saeyoung took the job, I was left to rot." Saeran snarled the last word. "He left me. He fucking left me alone and never looked back. I went crazy. I was starving, parched, fatigued from nightmares. It made me insane... So I took it out on somebody. Maybe a guard, or a servant." Yoosung shivered. 

"When Jumin found out, I was banished, of course. Had to be tied up like a puppet and dragged down the streets, though. Saeyoung didn't come to my banishment... I wish he did, I would've torn him to shreds." There was an eerie smile on Saeran's lips. 

"Saeran, don't you think he might have-" 

"It was his fault, okay?!" Saeran snapped, and Yoosung jumped, almost afraid of Saeran. Realizing what he had done, the leader's eyes immediately turned to regret. "Yoosung..." 

"Are you alright now?" Saeran answered with sudden tears running down his face. He buried his head into Yoosung's shirt, his back shaking, and Yoosung blew out a sigh of relief. 

"It's okay. You're okay. I've got you." When he was done, which was embarrassingly faster than how slow Yoosung had managed to stop crying during their picnic, he looked up with watery golden eyes at Yoosung. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered mournfully, "so, so sorry." Yoosung smiled gently. 

"Saeran, I know you don't think so, so please don't blow up this time, but is it possible that Saeyoung didn't have a choice?" 

"No." 

"Well, I mean, in the courtroom, my old teacher told me that the Joker was forced into his job, and that was why he performed so badly." 

"That's not possible." 

"Alright, say what you will, but think about it. I know you have a big grudge against it, but it's been what, 7 or 8 years? You both were only 12... Isn't it time to drop your resentment? You don't even know his side of the story." Saeran sat up, not looking at Yoosung. 

"Fine then. When I see him again, I'll ask him. But that doesn't mean that I don't hate him anymore. That hate has fueled me for 8 years. I'm not storming that fucking kingdom without a purpose." 

Yoosung laughed lightly, "Saeyoung is your only purpose?" 

"Well, that and getting back at the people who were cruel to you," he placed a kiss on Yoosung's neck playfully. 

"You're insufferable." 

"Nah, you love me."

"Just think about it, 'k?"

"Sure, Yoosung," Saeran's voice was doubtful.

"Question."

"Yes?"

"What are we?"

Saeran looked down at Yoosung, his absentminded hand freezing halfway through Yoosung's hair.

"What do you want us to be?" He asked cautiously. 

"I want to be with you," Yoosung replied softly, caressing Saeran's cheeks with his hand. 

"Well then, we're together." Saeran could barely hide his excitement.

"What about the Cold though?"

"What about them?"

"Won't they be... I dunno, angry?"

"Listen, if they've gotta problem with me or you being gay, they can go sleep outside for all I care."

"Saeran!"

"It's true...," the leader grumbled irritably, "There's nothing wrong with us."

"Well, I know that."

"Good, then we don't have a problem." Saeran grinned and kissed Yoosung again. Yoosung still couldn't get used to the feel of the whole thing, the pulsing warmth that filled his lips whenever Saeran looked at him now. He felt like a little kid, carefree again.

"It's late," Yoosung whispered and giggled when Saeran rolled his eyes. 

"No shit, everyone else is asleep. We could go streaking and no one would know." Saeran wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Yoosung shrieked, pushing at his chest. 

"What I mean is that I should probably go back to my dorm and let you rest."

Suddenly, Saeran flopped over Yoosung, laying heavily down on top of the smaller boy. 

"What... are you doing?"

"Making sure you can't leave."

"Saeran, you're insufferable. I can't sleep with you!" The white-haired leader turned to smirk at Yoosung, a glint in his eyes. 

"NOT LIKE THAT, YOU PERVERT."

"Pleeeeeease?" Saeran whined loudly, and Yoosung laughed nervously. 

"Fine."

Saeran perked up and immediately catapulted off the bed, then turned and swooped Yoosung up into his arms, nuzzling his face into Yoosung's pale neck. He grandly carried him to the maroon-sheeted bed, then placing him softly on the left side. 

"You want some pjs? Or you could just sleep nak-"

"Shut the hell up," Yoosung laughed, covering his burning face with his hands.

"Sweatpants it is."

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Hey guys it's finally out :D hope you enjoy. ch. 18 will be out sometime next week, see ya then :*