Saeran Choi - Blog Posts

I realized something

I have already finish Seven's good ending and the two secret after endings, so I know Seven's and Saeran's past. Now I'm playing again to colect the bad endings and there's something that's making me realy sad. By the moment I've had two calls by Seven where he explains dreams he's had. The first was about two brother kittens whose mother didn't give them food so they escaped their home in search of adventures. The second one was about Seven being a superhero and barging into a building with a green roof where the bad people stayed, and then saving the world. But also finding his other half in the building. When you ask him more about his other half he just says is someone whon he only has one photograf. When you don't know how the story ends you just think that these are just weird calls because you are talking to Seven, but the reality is that Seven is so traumatized about being separated from Saeran that he dreams about him. And that's also the only way he can talk the issue with other people. When I knew Seven story it made me really sad because it is so fucking tragic, but seeing how traumatized he is throughout the game is killing me.

Sweet nothings escaped his lips. They were uttered in a hurry, frenzied by how little time he had, but he had nothing to fear. You were grateful for time you got to spend with him, no matter how short it might have been. Ray was busy. He was always busy with work. But, he would make a point of ensuring that a part of his day would bring him back to you. It was no surprise that he had devoted himself to working ahead of himself to be in your room right before the hour struck twelve. He wanted to be there with you on a day that was blessed. It was blessed to him as it was a day that you were brought into the world to exist.

"Today I'm grateful you're alive. I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world because I get to be the first person to greet you on a day that is all about you. I'm honored. My heart is beating out of my chest the longer I think about the things I want to say to you on a day like today. A day as special as today. I want to see you smile. I want you to have the best day of your life. I want to give you the best day of your life. If I can grant your every wish today, my life will be worth it. Our life together will be worth it."

Ray's gloved hands were pressed against your face. He was holding your head up just enough that you could take a better look at him, and better yet, not look away. His dazzling eyes were quite enough to captivate you from the start. If he knew that, you didn't have a clue. What you did know is that there was a yearning inside of you that was growing just as quickly as his head.

"I never was one for birthdays. I don't think I could celebrate mine. It never feels like a happy occasion, but that's why I want you to feel like one. I want this to be your occasion of bliss and joy. I want this day to be yours. Yours and nobody else's. Tell me all of your deepest desires. What do you want? It doesn't matter if there is work waiting for me on my desk when I return, I will make sure your day is perfect."

The more time you spent with him, the more you became ensnared in those mint pools. In ways, it was intoxicating. You wanted more and more of it. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he felt the same. A part of you couldn't bring yourself to admit you'd wished that you could submerse yourself in that pool.

"My God/dess. Say what you want and I will bring it to you. All I want to see is you happy. The smallest smile on your face will be the best gift that I could receive on a day like today. You are the reason I can dream of salvation and the sky. You are a gift to the world, and I don't intend to let you feel forgotten by the world. You are my world. You are my sky. You're my... You're mine. You are mine and I will cherish the ground you walk on until the day I die. Today is just another reminder. A reminder that I will always be happy to celebrate at your altar.*

His praise was gentle, and somehow, his yearning was stronger. Normally, there was hesitance in his voice as his insecurities ate away at him, but today, there was none of that. There was only a look in his eyes that said that he would not be deterred.

Maybe today didn't mean that much to you. Maybe today wasn't a good day because birthdays were always a mixed bag. Maybe today was a good day because it was a day all about you. Ray couldn't say he knew about whatever was running through your mind, but he knew things about you that nobody else did, but that didn't mean he knew you as well as you knew yourself. Those were the things he wanted to know more than anything.

If he could know everything, it would be impossible for people to wrench him away from you.

If you were glued to the hip joint, nothing could tear you apart. That was what he was thinking. It didn't take rocket science to figure that out from the look in his eyes.

Frankly, there were no material possessions in the world you could think of. You knew if you named anything, he would find a way to make it happen. He was that kind of person. It didn't matter if you asked for a cake that was seventeen tiers. Ray was the kind of person who wanted to make sure you got exactly what you wanted.

There were no objects of your desire you wanted to have. The reality was that nothing interested you as a present. There were plenty of things you could've named. Between practical and personal enjoyment, there were a lot of things in the world that were nice. But, would they have meant anything? Would those things make you feel complete? Why would you want anything when you already had somebody in your life who was everything you could have ever wanted?

What more could you want?

"I want you, Ray," you whispered.

"I'm yours," he said. That euphoric looking his eyes made you feel complete. It didn't matter if it was twisted or if the world didn't understand a single word of it. "Happy birthday, my flower. If that is your wish, I will do my best to be a gift worth your time."

Never stop making eyes the main focus this is so well done

"stop making eyes the main focu—" no

finally got some free time and of course immediately had to draw saeran

song inspired yIPPEEE

I always wanted Saeran to love plants/gardening/flowers and I’m so happy Cheritz agrees

i love violin covers

i was listening to joel sunny's covers while i wrote a warm up drabble

ray x reader

when no one's around

"ray!" you smile so brightly when you lean out the window, tucking the hair that the wind blew into your face aside, staring down at the pretty gardener with a love sick expression.

"good evening, prince /ss" he feels shy, but reaches out his arms to you, inviting you to sling your legs over the windowsill and carefully hop into his arms and down.

it's cold outside, and he insists you take the magenta coat - and it feels heavy, and smells of flowers and him, and for a moment you wonder if its almost what hugging him would feel like. your conversation is brief, it's not important or interesting to the outside world, you're sure of that, but to you it feels like floating above clouds. his voice is low, a barely there whisper, a hesitant conversation. just in case she finds you. just in case you suddenly hate him.

all the flowers in the garden couldn't compare to his beauty, in your eyes at least. the longer you speak the more confident he gets, flourishing and blooming, speaking poetry with a tender smile. somewhere someone is playing a violin, it's so far away you can barely hear the tune clearly. but it makes you want to dance with him either way, even at his sheepish "i... don't know how to dance." you gently hold one of his hands regardless, resting the other on his chest.

"neither do i. but we don't have to perfect at it."

there's enough space to dance. to move slowly to the sound of the violin, to spin sometimes. he's stiff at first, stuttering apologies every time he trips or steps on your shoe. but slowly he relaxes, he learns a few tricks, he could dip you down but he's worried about dropping you.

you don't really remember when the violin stops. you're too invested in sweet conversation as you dance.

the night goes too quickly, he knows you'll be tired tomorrow, so he takes you back to the window. the window you blow kisses from while he works to watch him blush. or speak to him from. or turn love letters into paper aeroplanes.

the window isn't that high. but he lifts you up anyway. your feet can't touch the paved floor, but you know if he leaned up and you down you could kiss him so very easily.

so you do. its tender, he doesn't know where to put his hands so he just rests them against the firm window, and you cup his cheeks so softly he wants to cry. and when he pulls back his face is red, and your sure yours is as well.

"see you tomorrow, ray."

"y.. yeah... tomorrow."

kiss his cheek goodnight before you slip back into the castle, confirm your promise about tomorrow to the dazed boy. he'll watch you leave with a smile, he'd wave if you look back to do so as well.

your sweet prince

and of course.

you're his sweet prince/ss.

I see you like to write as well! How sweet.

May I ask for something about SE Saeran? He's my favorite little bean.

Whatever comes to your mind is fine^^

you may!! i love writing for all saerans <33

this is set if saeyoungs route happened but was platonic,, flower meanings courtesy of rays guide

- mod kokichi

[se] saeran x reader

-> flower language

cws : none

you closed the door behind you, stepping into the silence.

“hi.” your voices echoes, for a moment you feel consciously aware of it all, of the silence that deafened you, of the sound of your clothes rustling as you moved. you hoped you weren't alone.

“hello.” – this was your only reply. the only proof someone was actually here. you imagined Saeyoung was out somewhere, you remember him mentioning going shopping or something, perhaps Vanderwood had come along as well (he always said Saeyoung was clueless when it came to shopping for cleaning supplies. you didn’t think that was true, but you let him have his excuse.) your heart fluttered regardless, the silence had been shattered, broken, gone. and it had been him who'd ended it.

you placed your shoes and coat aside, stepping towards the location of the voice. Despite Saeyoung having seemingly insane amounts of items – it always felt empty. maybe that’s why had so many. but, it was nice to see it filled slightly. keys in a bowl on a table, coats hung up, a vase of flowers. daffodils. “new beginning” – that was one of their meanings, and you spoke it aloud, throwing it into the silence without expecting a reply.

“Yes.” you turned in surprise, jumping slightly, and meeting his curious gaze. “you remember?”

“of course. don’t they also have other meanings? self-love was one.”

he nodded, “yeah. ironic, because they also mean unrequited love.”

“and... 'you’re the only one'. perhaps they mean finding a new start in loving yourself, finding comfort and joy with yourself, even if the one you love doesn’t feel the same. but... not forgetting them. ‘the sun shines when i’m with you' – you still stay with them. because you ... care for them.” you spoke softly, staring at the bright petals. you quickly turned to him again, and his gaze was soft, maybe bittersweet. “ah, sorry, i didn’t mean to ramble.” yeah, indirectly ramble about your own feelings to the man, you hoped he didn’t pick up on it. you didn’t expect him to return those feelings, and he was still recovering anyways. you didn't want to bring it up now, not now. possible never.

“it’s fine. i’m pleased you like them and remember the meanings. you’re correct by the way, it holds a very deep meaning.” he thought for a moment, and then gestured for you to follow him. “come. i was watering a new one.”

“the chrysanthemums?”

“yes!” his eyes shone when he looked at you, and you couldn’t hold back your bright smile at the sight. he was pretty. and he was so much more lively than before, his hair dyed back to that akin to his brother's , beautiful and vibrant. it was amusing that you were thinking of his hair, considering the flowers he showed you were the same colour.

"they're beautiful..." you mused, leaning down to stare properly. "what do these ones mean?" each flower he had planted held a different meaning, they were all so colourful, yet they stood out from the other, while also blending together nicely. it gave the place so much life. and he looked so peaceful when he talked about them. "these mean...'you're a wonderful friend'. i..." he hesitated, glancing over at you.

"...you?"

"nothing, never mind."

"ah." comfortable silence fell over you both. "the colour."

"hm?"

"does the colour of the flower mean anything?"

"it means... 'I love'"

"thats nice. i like that."

"it's for you. the flower, i mean."

he wasn't looking at you. you knew exactly what he mean. "you...?"

"you don't need to say anything. it has two meanings, take it as either."

"can i take it as both?" his eyes snapped to you, brilliant mint staring directly at you. "saeran, i love you, as well."

"you...do..?"

"i love you." he blinked for a second, and then smiled. he smiled, and it was so pretty you couldn't help but lean forward towards him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, his cheeks turning almost the same colour as the flowers in the pot, or the new colour of his hair.

"the daffodils," he whispered. "they were a reminder of you as well. i didn't know if you felt the same, i didn't intend to tell you at first. but now... i thought that if you didn't, at least i'd have confirmation." his voice was so quiet, something low, barely there, as though this was a dream and he'd wake up soon. quiet enough, that only you heard him.

You're my angel, Saeran(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

“If I can’t be happy, neither can you.”

Such a hard working maid<3

Can't believe i lived long enough to see him officially in a maid dress

i have a few asks that i'm working on, but i got this idea and it would not leave my head T_T saeran deserves the absolute world <3

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saeran was cold. the room wasn't cold and the heater was on full blast, but as saeran laid there, an empty chasm, he was cold. healing was not a linear process. there are ups and downs, good days and bad days. and there are also really bad days, where all saeran can do is lay in bed and overthink. where all of the voices of all of his persons feel like claws gripping his throat, where the possibility of someday becoming betters seems more and more distant. its these days where he is saeranrayunknown, where he doesn't know which personality is truly him. saeran is no stranger to these types of days-- the first month of him coming off of the elixir was the most excruciating, both physically and mentally. he wasn't kind to anyone around him, and he certainly wasn't kind to himself. however, with the support of his lover and his brother-- and also the therapist that jumin recommended-- saeran began his healing process. still. the bad days don't go away, and saeran had never been more aware of that as he laid in bed, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling.

there was no hunger. no thirst. no discomfort. only blank, empty, dark nothingness. it was that state that she found him in. saeran felt the room become warmer, felt the light she emitted. his eyes immediately found hers-- they always did, no matter what. understanding dawned on her as she saw saeran's state, and she slowly- like she was approaching a wild animal -made her way to him. "bad day?" she quietly asked, carding her fingers through his hair with such gentleness that it brought tears to his eyes. all saeran could do was give an imperceptible nod. "...one moment." her voice was nothing but kind as she got up and left the room again. he could hear her quiet, gentle voice and then after a beat, the warm, low voice of his brother. a few minutes passed. or maybe it was hours. weeks. months. saeran didn't know- all he knew was the emptiness he felt, the chill that ran bone-deep.

eventually, she stepped back in and took his hand. "come." she said, giving his hand a light tug. it took every ounce of saeran's strength to force himself into an upright position, and he had to lean on her to walk. (lean on her like he has every time he stumbled in the past. she remained as she always did, an unwavering pillar of strength.) they walked through the hallway, passing by the kitchen where saeyoung was doing-- something. saeran couldn't tell, couldn't lift his eyes from the ground. she led him into the bathroom, where the faint scent of lavender hung and flower petals floated in the full bathtub. "let's get you out of this, hm?" she said as she started to undress him. shame colored his face, but saeran couldn't find the strength to do it himself. couldn't find the strength to do anything more than stand there and let her take care of him, like she always has. (at her core, that is who she is. the caretaker, the pillar of strength, the shoulder to cry on. saeran thinks she is the strongest person he knows, to be able to carry him and others when they could no longer carry themselves. how many nights had saeyoung cried to her? yoosung? zen? jaehee? jumin, even? and yet, she never wavered. was always there with open arms and a kind smile and kinder words. she is nothing short of an angel.) and though saeran knew she was doing all of this because she truly loved him, he couldn't help but let the negative thoughts swirl around. how long until she grew tired of him? of his bad days? of taking care of him? how long until she saw him for what he truly was-- weak, frail, nothing?

she helped him into the bath before kneeling on the floor, reaching for the shampoo. "not that this will fix everything," she began as she lathered his hair, "but this always makes me feel a little better. our burdens are easier when we let other people help us carry them, no? and i'm here to help you carry yours, my love. it's okay if you don't feel up to speaking, just let me take care of you." the gentle way she washed his hair, the kindness in her voice, her unwavering love, all of it made saeran burst into tears. he had never been loved quite like this before, never had someone to hold him when he was feeling low and piece him back together when he fell apart. because that's what she did- when saeran broke into pieces, she took those pieces and put him back together, her love shining through his cracks. she is written deep in his bones, all over his heart. like he existed only to love her.

she let him cry, never stopping her soothing movements. for a while, all that there was was his soft cries and her low, comforting humming. after his hair, she moved on to lightly wash his body, nothing but care in her movements. saeran could not remember the last time he felt so fragile, or the last time he felt so loved.

it went on like that. after she washed him, she helped him out of the bath and into a warm towel. she got him his softest clothes, brushed through his hair with the gentlest motions, held him with the lightest touch. saeran clung to her once he was dressed, his arms immediately going around her waist. "i don't deserve you." his voice was muffled by her shirt, and he felt her shake her head. "nonsense." she replied. "you deserve everything." and she said that so matter-of-factly, like there wasn't any room for argument. "won't you tire of this? of taking care of me?" "never ever. i will always be here to pick you up and to hold you together."

it was easier to stand on his own two feet now; his body and his mind were both still heavy, but he could finally muster up the strength to carry himself. still, though, she held his hand and guided him out the door and to the living area. "saeyoung and i have your favorite movie on, and snacks have been prepared." ice cream and popcorn weren't exactly the healthiest of options, but saeran didn't care. his brother, who was always so loud and boisterous, who unapologetically took up space, was sat quiet and calm on the couch. he looked visibly worried over saeran, but she must've given him a look for he quickly covered it up. as saeran sat on the sofa, his lover on one side and his brother on the other, he could feel the coldness in him slowly melt away, replaced by the warmth of the two beside him. there would always be bad days, always be days where saeran doesn't have the strength to exist, but they were just a little easier with her and with saeyoung.

💐 Unveiling my contribution to @saeranzine in full, ;-; Thank you very much for the support to the zine and the warm experience! ♡

(i will devour you)

here a saeran drawing so i can be truly forgiven

GE Saeran is demi aroace.

SE Saeran is caedromantic and ace.

I think his story is quite sad and his brother's but I liked him more only after other tracks, I don't know but track 707 really pissed me off xD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! BABIES TWO, I LOVE SEVEN IN THAT SUIT AT THE PARTY (art in 10 minutes)

erm suit saeran i suppose

yea idk what happened w this drawing i had a completely different idea when i started but i did it wrong and couldn’t fix it without completely restarting so uhhhh…. i just messed w it bc i liked how it looked and didn’t wanna restart

so pardon whatever tf is going on in the background i didn’t even know what to do w it LMFAOOOO, alt mint version under the cut bc i like the red version better but it was still cool

ray 😼😼

erm i was gonna work on more interesting things now that im on break but i just wanted to draw ray to get back into it honestly

my bbg forever 😍😍

a quick suit saeran

stopped drawing for a hot minute bc i didn’t like my style (i still don’t) but been working on some rika doodles too maybe ill post those soon

also final exams hhhhhahahahahaha i am cooked

saeran but it’s butcher vanity

i did something to this effect a while ago bc i like the simple color palette

the old one was done long before I started posting here and i always thought it looked rlly bland sooooo we’re doing it again

i need to draw more im trying

saeran outfit practice at long last

thank u pinterest references

he is literally my wife ok he deserves cool outfits i love him im going to smooch him

close ups under the cut but the quality might still be bad idk

been a minute so had to whip up some saeran/yooran rq ignore my ass handwriting

saeran clothes practice is taking too long so i sidetracked to draw a joke bc Yoosung’s birthday chats. saeran

saeran

wym by that

i know what i literally JUST said

but then i started listening to music instead of doing my essay and drew saeran again

kind of song inspired but more just vibes

more yooran

chat at what point does this seriously not qualify as the same characters anymore

it’s love month that’s my excuse….. was messing around on dress up games my beloved and made the designs ok it’s not my fault how could i NOT draw them

i fear a violent mutiny from my friends if i continue to draw them so i need to make some yoozen at some point soon,,,,

another valentines post…. i finished this earlier but didn’t wanna post twice at the same time LMFAO

my bbg…. my beautiful wifd…. he has no valentines dlc and that. makes me very sad

oh well i will continue to make it in my head

happy Valentine’s Day mystic messenger and yooran nation

im going to explode

i will probably make more mushy posts bc i like them and it’s February that’s my excuse

considered making art for every ship i like and then thought about how long that would take for more than two seconds and cried

art style…… we’re getting somewhere…. very slowly…….

more saeran……

pinterest pose referencing…. lighting practice….. off the shoulder baby girl top………

it’s all just an excuse to kiss his stupid face im going to grab him by the shoulders and shake him around

i love him so bad ough

i am once again lazy posting my experimenting, clap IF you’re surprised. no one clap

,,,, biggest surprise of the hour is that i like the direction i think my style is going

so hopefully more interesting stuff soon LMAO

for now, just angry saeran my bbg 🥰🥰🙏

simple saeran sketching bc i am messing around with shading and lines and am too lazy for a background

bold of cheritz to assume i care about V route enough to not immediately drop what im doing and run back the second he calls me

plus a close up bc i love him

okay but what if i grabbed them and forced them to take a nap they NEED IT

god they make me ill